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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Turtles x tattoo artist!reader

Got this idea after I read a Leo x tattoo artist on Wattpad. It was super cute, but as a tattooed person that has started tattooing my friends, I have to tell my fellow ff writers something that will make your tattoo ff more realistic. DON’T EVER REUSE NEEDLES!!!! WEAR GLOVES!!!!! ALSO WHEN YOU PUT ON A STENCIL!!!!!!! Hopefully I saved some turtles from an infected tattoo.

Enjoy!💙❤️💜🧡

Warnings: Needles, pain, tattooing, some of the turtles being cheeky, spelling.

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Leonardo:

As your last client of the day went out the door with their newest tattoo, you breathed a sigh of relief. The last few ones have been though. Unable to sit still, with a need to look at the tattoo several times while you were working on it, almost causing you to go outside of the lines. Not what you needed. But all the thought of irritation and frustration washed away, when you remembered; your boyfriend was coming to get a tattoo.

Last night, Leonardo had asked you if you would do a tattoo on him. You had obviously said yes, excited to finally tattoo your boyfriend. Leo was by far heavily tattooed, but he did sport a few on his arms, all symbolizing his brothers.

As you locked the front door, flipped the open sign to close and pulled the curtains, you could hear the back door that led to the alley, open and close. It was Leo. You rushed to the back door with a happy skip, and greeted your green boyfriend with a big smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and brought his face down to yours for a kiss.

“Hey”, you smiled.

“Hey”, he smiled back before giving you another kiss.

You brought him with you back into the main area of the shop, asking him what he wanted to get tattooed. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pockets and gave it to you. You unfolded it.

A katana. Simple black lines with minor shadowing. You were pretty sure that Leo had drawn this himself.

“Of course”, you chuckled, looking at the paper in your hand. “Where do you want it?”

“Right here”. Leo pointed to the side of his left forearm.

“That could actually be really good”, you said, studying his arm. Leo’s arm was nothing new for you. They had been wrapped around you so many times, that you knew them as well as the back of your own hand. But on the rarest occasions, had you thought about tattoo placements on his arm.

“I think we should size it up. Around… this big”. You measured out his arm, with one finger marking out just above his wrist and just below his elbow.

“Is that because you as a tattoo artist know it would look better, or is it because you as my girlfriend want an excuse to keep tattooing me for as long as possible?”, Leo asked with a smile.

“A little bit of both, I would say”.

“In that case, I think we should do it”.

To say that you were happy was an understatement. All your earlier tiredness and frustration flew out the window, as you went to your desk so you could draw the stencil. Leo followed you, and watched you intently while you drew over the stencil paper, tracing the outlines of his design.

“That’s not how Raph did it”, Leo said with a small chuckled, remembering the time he and his brothers did each other's tattoos, with a tattoo machine Donnie had made.

“How did Raph do it?”, you asked, smiling at the thought of what Leo had told you. Young turtle brothers sitting in the shared bedroom of their old lair, long after Master Splinter had gone to bed, tattooing each other like the young rebellious teenagers they once were.

“He drew it directly on me with a marker”.

“Doesn’t sound very sanetray”, you laughed. “Especially not in a sewer”.

“Nope. That is why I’m going to you from now on”, Leo said as he reached down to kiss your forehead.

With Leo’s stencil finished, you went to work preparing your station one last time that evening. You put on your gloves, wrapped the station in film, prepared the cream, poured the black ink, got your new needles and wrapped your machine for a better grip.

Leo watched you with those eyes that always made you blush, while you disinfected his arm, applied the transfer jell, and then placed the stencil. When you moved back and told Leo to look in the mirror, he didn’t move. Instead he just stared at you with those eyes and that little smile.

“I trust you. It looks good”.

Fighting your flustered face and biting down your lip, you moved Leo into the seat, before stretching his arm and moving it to an angle, so it would be easy for you. With that you started your machine and began doing his lines.

Leo - with his high pain tolerance - didn’t move a muscle, but instead just stared at you as you worked. You could feel his strong gaze on you, trying your hardest to focus on his tattoo in front of you.

You continued working in silence, with nothing but the sound of your tattoo machine being heard. Silence wasn’t new for you and Leo, nor did it make you uncomfortable. The two of you would often enjoy each other’s presence in silence, each doing your own thing, simply finding comfort in being near each other. Like him meditating or sharpening his katana, while you were drawing or reading. Just like right now. Leo admiring you while you were working.

After two hours of tense work on Leo’s arm, you finally finished. With a last whip over his arm, you wrapped it up, making sure it would be protected during the first stages of healing.

“So, what do you think?”, you asked Leo as he assessed the katana on his arm with warm eyes.

“It’s amazing”, he said, smiling bright. “You’re amazing, you know that, right?”

“You might have told me a few times”, you said as you started cleaning up.

Leo stood up from his seat and walked to you, before wrapping both arms around you, bringing his face down to yours.

“I love you, my amazing little tattoo”, he said, before letting your lips meet in a sweet kiss. And with that you knew, you would definitely tattoo Leo again.

Raphael:

Under normal circumstances, you would have said no to be doing a tattoo in the sewers. No way that wouldn’t get infected and heal probably. It was a tail made for disaster. But when your brute of a boyfriend asked you as nicely as he did, and promised you cuddles and a foot rub, there was no way you could say no. Especially not when he made those big teddy bear eyes that only you got to see. You just had to say yes.

So there you were in Raphael’s room, in the sewers deep below New York City, setting up a small tattoo station on his nightstand. Raphael stood right behind you fiddling with a football in his hands, watching you unpack your stuff with curiosity. Yes, he did have a tattoo, but one that was made with a machine Donnie had but together, not a real machine. So to see a real one in front of him for the first time, had his attention peaked.

“So”, you asked, checking the battery for your machine. “What were you thinking of?”

“A samurai”, Raph said with a small smile, as he spun the football in his hands.

“You and those damn samurais”, you chuckled and laid out your paper and stencil paper. “I thought that this time around you would like a ninja”.

“Maybe one day, on the other leg”, Raph said with a smug smile. “If this one goes right”.

“Well okay smart guy”, you laughed turning towards him. “Where on your leg do you want it”.

“I was thinking here”. Raphael laid the football on the ground before going to the outside of his right calf, measuring out from his knee to ankle.

“Do you want it to take up the whole side?”

“Of course”, Raph smiled. “It has to match”. He pointed towards the samurai on his shoulder.

“Just as black?”

“You know me baby”, he said, giving you that smug smile.

You bit back a smile, trying to fight back the blush that was creeping up your face. Damn Raphael and his smooth comments.

“Okay, I’ll do a sketch and you tell me what you think about it. If you like it, we can get tattooing”.

“Sounds like one of the best plans I’ve heard in a long time”, Raph said, still smiling like that smug fucker he is. But damn you loved that man.

As you got drawing on the sketch, Raph would walk in and out of his room, grabbing drinks and food from the kitchen, before returning. Every once in a while he would get up from his bed, just to give you a kiss on the cheek, wrap his arms around you, and look at how far you’ve gotten.

Raph loved your finished sketch, stating something along the lines of; “so far, so good”, just to annoy you.

With Raphael laying on his bed, with pants rolled up and wrapped around his knee and slightly turned to the side, you placed the stencil on the side of his muscular side calf. You had to admit, you were proud of your work so far. The artwork flowed with the curve, sway and size of Raph’s calf, showing it off.

As you started the machine and dipped the needle in the ink cup, Raphael got comfortable with his hands behind his back, still with his smug smile plastered on his face.

“Are you ready?”, you asked as you placed your other hand on his leg to spread the skin.

“Born ready”.

And with that statement from your boyfriend, you started working on the lines in his tattoo.

Raphael’s tattoo was big and detailed, which meant a lot of work. But not even 15 minutes into the tattoo, you saw Raph shifting and grimes for a split second, before pressing his eyes shut. Your tough boyfriend was breaking character.

“You okay there, Raphie?”, you asked with a sly smile, dipping the needle in the ink once more before going back in.

“Yup, I’m okay. More than okay actually”, he said, still with his eyes pressed shut.

“I hope so, because you know, the closer I get to your foot and the closer I get to your knee, the more it’ll hurt”.

“Ah fuck”.

“And that’s just the line work. I’ll have to go in afterwards and do filling and shadowing”.

“H- how long do you think all that will take?” Raph’s eyes now open, looking at you with a slight fear in his eyes.

“Well, with a tattoo this size and this detailed, easily four hours”.

“So only three more hours?”

“Raph, baby, we’ve only been going for 15 minutes”.

Raphael groaned loudly, grabbing onto the pillow behind his head. “Fuck me”.

“Later baby”, you laughed. “It won’t be a good idea while you have an open tattoo”.

Raph sighed. “(Y/N), I love you, but sometimes you’re annoying as fuck”.

“I love you too Raphie, and if it helps anything, I too find you annoying sometimes”, you smiled sweetly at him, causing Raph to bite back a smile, the same way he made you do not too long ago.

“And just so you know”, you continued while wiping ink away from Raph’s leg. “You still owe me cuddles and a foot rub afterwards' '.

Raphael exhaled loudly, face scrunching up as the needle went back over his skin. “I really didn’t think this through, did I?”

“Nope, not at all”.

Nevertheless, after four hours and many loud exclamations from Raphael that could be heard all throughout the lair, your boyfriend had gotten himself a new big tattoo. And if you had to be honest, it was pretty hot, and not just because you were the one that made it.

Donatello:

When Donatello had asked for you to tattoo him, you were kind of shocked to say the least. Your sweet, tech nerdy, genius of a boyfriend, who did not have a single tattoo on his beautiful green body, wanted you to tattoo him. You had to blink and ask him to repeat his request.

But Donatello was serious. He wanted a tattoo. He even offered to give you space in his lab, so you could set up a propper station, and that was an offer you just couldn’t refuse.

You had unpacked your station in Donnie’s lab, currently drawing the design Donnie had given you onto transfer paper, while he was taking a closer look at your tattoo machine.

“It’s very different from the one I made”, Donnie noticed, turning it in his three fingered hands.

“How did you guys even do it back then?”, you asked, eyes still on the drawing.

“Well, I made the machine, and the guys had several designs”, he said, thinking back to the old days in the old lair with a smile. “We all got a turn tattooing Leo”.

You chuckled, finding the thought amusing. Stupid and reckless, but amusing nonetheless.

“Where did you get ink from?”

“A pen. Many pens actually”. He placed your machine on the table, before taking a seat next to you, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder, looking at your hand working. “We broke open the pens and poured it into a solo cup”.

“That is really not sanitary”, you laughed, leaning your head to the side, so your temple was pressed against Donnie’s forehead.

“No, it really isn’t”, he laughed, nuzzling his face closer to yours.

“Now Donnie”, you said, nodding towards the drawing in front of you. It was a design of a turtle, somewhat like the one Leo and Mikey shared, but with its own intricate design around it. “What is the meaning behind this, and why do you want it?”

“Well, it is a turtle, so much is obvious”, Donnie said, causing you to nudge him slightly. “And well, it just felt like it was about time. I just finally want a tattoo. And me being the lucky guy that I am, have a tattoo artist as a girlfriend, so it just seemed obvious”.

“Well, that is enough reasoning for me”.

You finished the stencil and put on gloves, getting ready to prep Donnie’s skin with disinfectants.

“The shoulder is one of the easiest places”, you told him, as you smoothed the paper over his shoulder. “Many people experience that the shoulder hurts way less than any other places”.

“Did yours hurt?”, Donnie asked, nodding towards the tattoo on your shoulder. He had looked at it so many times, often wondering how you felt while getting it. It was probably one of the main reasons why he hadn’t gotten a tattoo yet; the fear of it hurting. Especially after he saw the way Mikey and Raph reacted to their tattoos back then.

“Not at all”, you said, peeling the paper back from his skin, leaving back purple lines for you to follow. “I almost fell asleep during mine. Now, take a look in the mirror and tell me what you think”.

Donnie went to the mirror and took a look at his shoulder, before turning to you with a smile.

“It looks great”, he said.

“Then sit down good sir, and let me get started on you”, you said, opening a new needle with your gloved hands.

Donnie sat down like you told him to, and watched as you got the needle ready. You turned on the machine, dipping it into the ink cup while it hummed. You placed your other hand on Donnie’s shoulder, spreading his green scaly skin.

“Remember, you can always tell me if you need a break or if you're getting uncomfortable. Keep your breathing calm and level, and it will save you from a lot of unnecessary stress. And with that in mind, are you ready?”

Donnie nodded with a small smile. “I’m ready”.

You let the needle brace Donatello’s skin, watching for any reaction by your boyfriend, showing any discomfort.

“Okay, that is not as bad as I thought it would be”, he said, turning his head slightly to look at the needle.

“It’s rarely that bad”, you told him, wiping the first line. “Trust me. I still get surprised every time I get tattooed”.

Donnie chuckled, imagining the scene of you in a tattoo shop.

As time went on, and as you were half way through the tattoo, you noticed the first signs of discomfort from your boyfriend.

“Okay, I can feel it now”, he said, grimacing slightly. “It is not bad, but it’s more. I’m not sure how else to describe it”.

“Don’t worry. We’re halfway done”, you said, dipping the needle in the ink cup. “But I will recommend that you take it easy afterwards and get a good night's sleep”.

“I will if you stay and keep me company”.

“Well, you don’t have to ask me twice”, you said, wiping the tattoo down one more time.

It didn’t take long before you finished the tattoo, smearing cream over it before wrapping it up. Donatello seemed slightly shocked by it.

“Are you done already?”, he asked, looking at his new tattoo under the plastic wrap.

“Yeah, it was not a super complicated tattoo”, you laughed, as you started to clean up after yourself. “And you’re really easy to tattoo. That only made it quicker”.

“Well in that case”, he said and stood up, before wrapping his arms around from behind. “Would you like to start that good night’s sleep a little earlier?”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do”, you said, pulling your tall boyfriend down to you for a sweet kiss.

Michelangelo:

Bless your boyfriend and his kind, sweet, beautiful, helpful heart. What he wouldn’t do for you? Nothing. He would do everything and even more if you asked for it, also if you didn’t ask for it. And that was the nature of Mikey. Showing his love for you in spontaneous and caring ways, that not even you had expected. Such as volunteering for you to practice your tattooing, after hearing you talk about how much you wanted to practice.

And that was what led up to you and Mikey sitting on your couch, talking about the best place for you to tattoo him.

“I don’t know, baby”, you said, pressing your fingers against Mikey’s upper stomach. “I’ve never tattooed a plastron before”.

“Don’t worry Angelcakes, it will be fine”, Mikey said with a bright smile. “It will just be right here”, he said, gliding his finger over the top of his stomach, to outline the placement.

“But can a needle even get through that?”, you asked, pressing a little firmer against his plastron. You knew how firm Mikey’s plastron was. You had found yourself being pressed against it so many times, that you had familiarized yourself quite well with it at this point. But the thought of poking a needle through it had never crossed your mind.

“I don’t know. Maybe? There’s truly only one way to find out”.

“But baby, what if I break your plastron instead?”

“It’ll heal. Have you already forgotten this beautiful body as mutagen running in it? I can heal in no time!”

“But”, you said in thought. “Aren’t your shell and plastron also bulletproof?”

“But Angelcakes!”, Mikey pouted. “It could be so sick with a tattoo like that! I would look so good!”

“But you already look good Mikey”, you giggled.

“I know but still”.

You sighed. It was no use trying to argue with him about it. It would take either your needle or his plastron cracking slightly before he would drop the topping, so therefore you finally agreed with your silly turtle of a boyfriend.

“Yes!” Mikey fist pumped the air before giving you a quick kiss. “I knew you couldn’t resist the thought of me with a stomach tattoo!”

You laughed, shaking your head, before going to your room to find your supplies. Mikey already had a very clear idea of what he wanted. He wanted he and his brothers’ birth year of 1999 tattooed over his plastron, in good old gothic lettering. It actually relieved you that he hadn’t chosen anything more detailed. You just wanted to practice, not rival his name sake.

It didn’t take long before you had finished the stencil and placed it on your boyfriend, before telling him to go look at it in the mirror. You couldn’t help but smile, as Mikey started posing in front of the mirror. The 1999 on his plastron, still dark purple from the stencil ink.

“Yup! I like it! Lets go!”, Mikey said, jumping back towards you with a big smile. “I’m ready!”

“You cute goofball”, you laughed, guiding him towards your couch. “Come and lay down”.

Michelangelo did as you told him, and laid down on his shell, with his hands comfortably behind his head, watching with a smile as you sat yourself down. That smile could easily make butterflies erupt in your stomach, and it did so in that very moment, right as you dipped your needle in the ink.

To your surprise, the needle glided over Mikey’s plastron easily. It was almost easier than on real skin, and closer to the fake skin you usually would practice on. You didn’t even had to spread the surface with your other hand. Mikey seemed to enjoy himself.

“Do you feel anything?”, you asked, wiping the tattoo. It stayed pretty well.

“I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s a little strange to be honest”.

“Strange or not, I still think you're cute”.

Mikey smiled, hinting at you to come closer. You removed the needle from his plastron and leaned closer to his face, before being met by him in a sweet kiss. You giggled before returning to his plastron to continue his tattoo.

“I am the luckiest man and turtle in this world”, Mikey then said. “I have the hottest girlfriend there is, and she makes some pretty awesome tattoos. I’ll say I got the best of both worlds”.

You giggled, shaking your head one more time, feeling a blush grow on your face. What did you do to deserve this guy?

With Mikey not feeling any pain from his tattoo, and the fact that you didn’t have to spread anything or do much, it didn’t take long before Mikey’s plastron tattoo was finished. You were throwing the used needle out in the kitchen trash can, when suddenly a question popped into your head.

“How long does it take for your plastron to heal?”

“Not long”, Mikey answered, drinking casually from a Capri Sun by your side, poking slightly at the new numbers on his front. “I think it will be healed by tomorrow”.

“So you don’t need any aftercare at all?”, you asked, pulling his hand away from his tattoo.

“Depends”, he started, placing the Capri Sun on the counter, before wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face closer to yours. “What kind of aftercare are we talking about?”

“Dork”, you laughed.

“Hey, don’t deny what we both know will happen”, he said, getting ever closer to your lips.

“When your tattoo is healed, Mikey”.

“Oh well, would you look at that”, Mikey said, pointing towards his plastron. “I’m already healing”.

After that night, Mikey would definitely be asking for more tattoos from you.

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I need another tattoo soon…

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simp4pedropascal75 · 8 months

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Secretary (Javier Peña x Reader)

summary: You graduated from university with dreams of becoming a DEA agent. One year before your graduation, a class trip took you to Colombia, where you met Javier Peña. The two of you quickly bonded over the six months you spent together, but after you left, he grew distant. When you return as a freshly minted DEA agent, you discover that you have not been hired as a DEA agent, but as a secretary.

words: 5.2k

this ff takes place in the late 1980s! (but you still can chat with him? yeah, doesn't make sense)

trigger warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap(reader in her 20s, Javier in his late 30s), explict language, mentioning of s3x in public, fluff, violence, smoking, being catcalled and harrased by a man, a little bit of angst (?), spoilers of narcos season 1 (?), one mention of y/n

a/n: sorry for taking a while for writing a new ff, but i thank you for over 500 likes on bad guy and also thank you so much for over 108 followers<3 this really keeps me motivated to write.

I also apologize if I mess up the plot of narcos and don't get everything right like it is in the series. English is not my first language and I'm not finished with the series yet. I just finished season 2 episode 3, and lord have mercy with this sex scene of pedro.

But please don't spoiler me in the comments what happens next in the series, thanks<3

And I guess I'll be making a little series out of this, when my creativity is working, what do you think?

i wish you a fun time reading:)

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You are finally getting your mark on your uniform from your teacher. You stand there with a proud smile, looking into the crowd and seeing your parents.

You finally graduated from university to be a DEA agent.

Since you were a kid, your dream was always being a DEA agent, just like your dad. Your dad was stationed in Colombia, that’s why you didn’t see him that much, but when you came visiting him or he came home to Miami, he told you about his stories. He told you how he chased drug traffickers, went on missions and all the other stuff. As a kid, it just amazed you.

That’s why you began to train early for being an DEA agent. Since you were 5, you started solving riddles, like: ‘who stole grandma’s cat?’ and so on. When you got older, you loved solving murder, drug cases or already solved cases from your dad, which you had to solve again.

And it was pretty fun… and to be honest, you were god damn good.

That’s why after you finished high school with 19 years, you went to a DEA university. You were lying, if you're saying it wasn’t pretty hard… sometimes, when you were on your lowest, you even thought about quitting. But even if it was difficult, you didn’t want to throw away your dream, so, you kept going.

One year before your graduation, you went to Colombia with your class. You stayed there 6 months and of course your lessons continued there.

You visited the station where your dad was working and that was also the time where the hunt of Pablo Escobar started. And also, the time… well, where you met Javier Peña.

Every Sunday, you and your class were allowed to go to the station and were shown around, got told some stories and some tips how life works as a DEA agent. It was pretty interesting…

and who really made it interesting was Javi.

You and Javier got pretty close for the whole six months. You got friends… well maybe a little more than that…

Of course, you also met his partner Steve Murphy and you got along also, but just as friends.

You didn’t remember exactly how everything with Javier started, but in the first weeks you were going to the station, you and Javi always talked and you two just got along well. Sometimes he would steal you from the rest of the group to show you some more private folders, because he knew how interested you were in all of this… and also, to make out with you.

But expect of how good he kisses… or fucks.

He was there when you needed him.

Unfortunately, in the last month, your dad got injured when he was on a mission with Javier and Steve. Your dad got shot bad in a shooting and when you got the news, Javi was there to comfort you. Luckily, your dad did survive, but he was left incapable of working ever again.

Also, you didn’t ever know, what you and Javier really are. You know, he slept with a lot of women, mostly to gain information for work, but he also stopped sleeping with other women, for the whole six months when he was with you,

well, that’s what Steve told you.

But he never actually asked you if you would be his girlfriend or something… but neither did you.

One time when he showed your class around, the topic was the balance between work and personal life. He told everyone that he personally doesn’t do ‘relationships’ because of work and he isn’t interested in it, he finds it more exciting to get to know many women. And that’s what probably kept you from asking him because you were scared to get rejected.

Of course, you fell in love with him, but you thought he didn’t.

Also, your dad doesn’t know anything about what you and Javier had… and if he would have found out, he would probably fire Javier. Since his incident he was very protective over you and worried about you getting a DEA agent like him.

But nothing got in your way again, even if you were really not feeling great because Javi and you barley had contact after you left.

You kept going.

And now you're finally standing on the stage, proud with your mark on your uniform and even graduated as the class best.

At the evening you begin packing your suitcase for the flight to Colombia. You planned since the beginning of your studies, to go back to Colombia and work at the same station your dad did. You feel excited of the thought that your dream is finally going true. Also… how will it be meeting Javi again?

You sigh at the thought and suddenly your phone vibrates. You grab it and look on the display.

Javi

‘heard you graduated, congratulations, hermosa.

Your heart skips as he writes you that and you don’t notice how red your cheeks get. He didn’t write you often, nearly never, but when he did, he continued calling you hermosa, cariño,… and all the other names he had for you.

you

thanks, agent. maybe I’ll be your boss soon.

Javi

you wish. your dad told me to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.

You start to get a nervous feeling in your chest, but also can’t help to smile.

you

okay, looking forward for tomorrow then, agent.

Javi

see you tomorrow, cariño.

You throw your phone on your bed and lay down next to it. You can’t keep down your butterflies in your stomach. The thought of seeing him again after one year has you smiling, but also getting you even more nervous.

What should I say when he picks me up?

Should you hug him? What if he kisses me?!

God, I really need to know what to talk about, I hate awkward silence.

You think and start panicking. You groan in frustration into your pillow. You grab after your phone and scroll through your chats with Javi.

Your smile fades as you see your calls he didn’t pick up, how he responded to some messages from you after literally one month. Sometimes he didn’t even respond. You know, he has really much work to do and doesn’t have it easy… but seeing how he barley contacted you, makes you feel disappointed… you really thought he would like you back…

Maybe I have to high expectations, you think.

Maybe he doesn’t care so much about that, but you do. You gave him your trust in so many ways…

And with that thought, you get up with a sigh and look frustrated at your closet. You watch at some of your bikinis. “yeah, I think I’m going to take this one”, you mumble to yourself with a smirk, taking the string bikini in his favourite colour.

…

You walk towards the exit with your two suitcases and back bag. As you step out of the airport, you take in the warm, tropical breezes. You feel the air brushing across your skin and hair. The sun’s rays are warm and comforting as they peek through the clouds. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, taking a moment for yourself that you’re finally reaching your dream.

“bienvenido a casa, hermosa.”, you hear a very familiar voice saying and you wince.

“goddammit- you scared the shit out of me”, you say out of breath and then take a moment to look at him. He’s leaned against the car, with a cigarette between his fingers. Your feelings are going insane again. He’s still the same, just like when you left. But… he got a little more muscular.

“really? that’s how you act when we see each other after this long time?”, he chuckles and raises an eyebrow.

“shut up”, you mumble as you roll your eyes and walk towards him. You don’t think about it and just wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. You hug him tightly and you don’t know why, but your eyes start to get wet. Smelling his scent again of cigarettes, leather and musk… it’s addicting.

As you feel how he pulls you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist, your heart skips.

“missed me?”, he whispers and you sense his smirk. “maybe.”, you answer and even if you don’t want to, you end the hug and go some steps back to take your suitcases.

As you feel a wet drop rolling down your cheek, you immediately wipe the tear away and pull yourself together to give him a happy smile. “would you mind helping me with these?”, you point out your baggage.

Javi chuckles as he takes the last drag out of his cigarette until he throws it away and takes two of your suitcases, putting it into the trunk. “god woman-, how many clothes have you in these?”, he gasps and closes it.

“‘need something to dress, you know”, you chuckle and roll your eyes while going into the car. You expected him to say something like: “around me you won’t have to wear many clothes”, but… obviously he holds himself back.

You take a seat next to him and he starts the engine, drinking away from the parking lot. You roll down the window to let the warm breeze of Colombia fly against you. As you were driving through the city, you couldn’t help but just stare out of the window. “feels good to be here again”, you mumble and notice how much you missed this.

You expected him to say something like: “feels good to have you near me again”, but no… nothing.

After a while you finally hear his voice again. “class’s best huh?”, he chuckles and you roll your eyes. “yeah. my dad told you?, you ask and see him nod. “yeah”

“How’s the situation with Pablo? I watched the news, but they don’t tell much and you never know if they’re telling real shit.”, you ask while looking at all the buildings. You see kids play soccer outside and smile. “He’s a fucking pain in the ass, that’s what I can tell you”, Javier mumbles while concentrating on the road.

“You know, we’ll be working together now, you can tell me?”, you point out and raise your eyebrows.

“Let me say, the situation got worse. It’s true that he killed all these people by blowing up an airplane”, he answers and you gulp when you hear that. “There’s a fuckin’ war right in Colombia.”, he adds.

You see that he’s tense because of this topic. As you take a closer look at his face, you also notice he didn’t get proper sleep for like a whole month. “And… you’re fine?”, you mumble concerned.

“I’m fine, hermosa. Nothing to worry about.”, he answers and drives in the streets of Medellin. You remember now where you are. You see the streets you and your class walked down. You also remember that you will soon drive past an ice cream truck… and memories pop up in your mind.

…

Javier kidnapped you from a trip with your class through the streets of Medellin, again. You were walking down the road, he was right behind you and constantly staring at your ass, because you wore a shorts.

How couldn’t you? It was like 40 degrees in the middle of the day.

A heat wave was surrounding you and the sun was shining right into your face. “you’re not very unobtrusive when it comes to staring, you know.”, you smirk and take a quick look behind you.

“maybe I don’t want to be unobtrusive…”, he says while taking a drag from his cigarette. You roll your eyes at him. You just continue walking and hear a chuckle behind you as you rolled your eyes.

As you keep walking, you spot an ice cream truck. “You know, I really need to cool down now.”, you say and with that you just cross the street, walking towards the ice cream truck. “ice cream, really?”, you hear Javi saying behind you. “You want one too?”, you ask but he shakes his head to no in response.

“Hola señor, me gustaría una cucharada de vainilla y fresa en la oblea, por favor.”, you order in Spanish. You smile proud as the man in the truck understands you and gives you a smile. “Impressing.”, you hear Javier whispering right behind you what makes you laugh. Your Spanish wasn’t actually that bad, when you came to Colombia as a kid to visit your dad, you heard this language all around you. And in school you also had some Spanish lessons.

The man hands you over the ice cream and you hand him the money instead. “Gracias”, you say with a kind smile and then go on the crosswalk again. You and Peña walked to a shady spot, to give you two a break from the burning sun.

You start licking your ice cream from the bottom to the top. And, he was watching you.

He sees how you take long stripes of the ice cream, sometimes licking just the tip. Because of the hot Colombian sun, the ice cream begins to melt quickly.

Drops of ice cream land on your hot, light sweated neck, your thighs and your chin. Then, also on your tank top. “Fuck…,” you mumble and don’t notice how hard you’re making it for Javier. You take your finger, wipe the ice cream away and lick it off your finger.

“goddammit, y/n.”, you hear him cuss quietly, you look at him and notice the bulge on his jeans. “Ops.”, you say innocently and chuckle. You just continue licking your ice cream while looking directly into his eyes. You love teasing him… and always know where it leads you too.

It doesn’t take long to Javier grab your arm and drag you into a small alley. You let your ice cream fall, because of him. “Javi! My ice cream!”, you say literally heart broken like a kid and pout.

Suddenly you feel his tongue licking up the ice cream, which landed on your neck. “Javi, what are you-“, he cuts you off by smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the flavour of your ice cream.

Some minutes later, you find yourself being fucked from behind and pressed against the cold wall.

…

You don’t notice you’re pressing your tights together, but he does. “How about we get some ice cream? I really want to have ice cream now”, you ask with a slight smile on your face. You wanted to see if he remembered, if his body still responses to the memories of you.

And… it does.

He hesitates and wants to disagree. “Please...”, you beg and you know one thing, he can’t resist your begging… well, not for a long time.

You hear him let out a loud sigh, before whispering a quiet: “okay”.

Yup, still works, you think.

He pulls over and parks right next to the ice cream truck. And it’s really the same as one year ago.

You get out of the car and order yourself an ice cream, you feel him looking at you while you’re waiting. After you finally got your ice cream, you come back in the car and buckle up. You took the same flavours as last time. You take a long stripe of the ice cream and let out a soft satisfying moan.

God, how you missed this.

You hear Javier starting the engine quite impulsive and you can’t help but chuckle.

“So, where we’re going?”, you ask while licking your ice cream. “I’ll let you out at your dads old apartment. You can get yourself comfortable there and unpack your suitcases until I pick you up to drive to the station.”, he says tense but focussed on the road. You let out a cute short “okay” and just continued looking out of the window.

After thirty minutes, you arrive at the building where your dad’s old apartment was. You get out of the car and Javier opens the trunk, taking out your suitcases. As you wanted to take the suitcases, Javier has them already in his grip and getting them up the stairs.

“such a gentleman”, you tease and he opens the door of your building. “just get your ass up these stairs”, he says while rolling his eyes and you laugh.

As you two walked up some stairs, you finally arrived at your apartment. He gets out the keys your dad left for you and locks up the door. You walk through the door and immediately look around while Javier is getting your baggage inside. “It’s cute”, you say and walk to the front door, where he’s standing.

“There you go, cariño.”, he hands you over the keys, “‘gonna pick you up at 4, okay?”, you nod in response. “Thanks”, you say to him with a smile before he closes the door and you see him driving away.

You sigh and everything still feels pretty unrealistic. You go on your small balcony, feeling the hot sun burning in your skin. “I’m back, Colombia.”

You started unpacking your suitcase and made yourself comfortable. You took a shower, put a little make up on to cover the rings under your eyes and got yourself a dress. You’re wearing a white tank top with a shorts, since it’s still very hot outside. “I really need to go grocery shopping...”, you mumble when you’re looking in the empty fridge. You grab an apple out your bag pack and take a bite.

You look at the clock and it’s already 4 o’clock. You grab your cardigan, in case it gets colder in the evening and walk down the stairs, going out on the street and looking around for Javier. It doesn’t take long until you see a black Jeep Cherokee driving down the street.

Yeah, that’s him.

He pulls over and is leaned out of the window with a cigarette in his fingers. He’s wearing the same as in the morning, but now with yellow toned sunglasses.

God, he looks fucking hot.

“Ready?”, he asks while taking a drag of his cigarette. “always”, you reply with a smirk and get in the car. As he starts driving, you feel the excitement building up in you. The thought of you finally working and getting your place in a DEA station, makes your heart jump from happinesses. You worked your whole life for this.

You don’t live far away from the station and as Javier was parking, you saw Steve waiting outside. A big smile comes across your face. You two get out of the car and we’re walking towards the entrance.

“Hello, newbie”, Steve chuckles as he pulls you into a hug. “Shut up”, you roll your eyes and hug him back. “good to see you again”, he says as he lets go of you and you give him a smile. “good to see you too”, you reply and suddenly the door opens and Colonel Carrillo comes out.

You’ve seen him not often, just sometimes when your dad talked with him. “Buenos días, señorita Álvarez”, he says and offers his hand for a handshake. You give him a smile. “Colonel Carrillo.”, you nod and shake his hand, as Javi and Steve greet him too. ”also congratulations for graduating”, he says kind but with a stern face. “Follow me”, he says and walks into the station with you three following.

You squeak quietly because of excitement and your heart beats out of your chest. You walk through the hallway, and already seeing the office of the DEA agent, but instead of walking further, Carrillo opens the door to the secretary’s office.

“There you go”, he says and you just stand there confused. But not only you’re confused, you also feel Javier and Steve’s confusing look. “Um… that’s the secretary’s office”, you mumble and Carrillo nods. “Yeah.”, he says confidently. “I’m a DEA agent, sir.”, you point out, still completely confused.

“Oh, your father didn’t told you yet?”, you shake your head to no. “Your dad wanted you to watch first, to get some feeling for the job before working completely as a DEA agent. Also, the case with Pablo Escobar is kind of heavy.”, Carrillo continues explaining and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“What.”, you gasp slightly and feeling complete anger flowing through your whole body.

“‘being your boss soon’, huh?”, you hear Javi quoting your message with a chuckle. You find that anything but funny. “Shut the fuck up.”, you growl to him, and then force a smile to Carrillo.

“If you would excuse me for a minute, sir.”, you mumble tensely and get out of the office, walking out of the station and calling your dad. Murphy and Peña follow you outside, watching you walk up and down while holding your cellphone to your ear.

“poor girl.”, Steve sighs while leaning against the wall. “guess daddy is pretty scared for her”, he adds and Javi sighs while lighting up a cigarette, handing the lighter to Steve. “I mean, she isn’t bad… I think she would be a good help for us.”, Javi says while taking a drag of his cigarette while they watch you literally yell into your cellphone.

“Dad what the actual fuck?! You know how hard I worked for becoming an agent, and now you’re hiring me as the fucking secretary?”, you yell upset. “You’re not even working as the Colonel with Carrillo anymore, how can you still decide something like that!?”

“I wouldn’t want to get into an argument with her, that’s clear..”, Steve mumbles as he’s taking a drag of his cigarette too and looks over to Javi, who’s just watching you.

“You’re planning to fuck with her again?”, he asks and laughs slightly. “Shut up, Murphy”, Javi mumbles. “No I mean seriously… I know you like her, man”, Steve says while you’re still yelling into your phone, shortly before throwing it on the street.

“‘dunno… I didn’t reply to her calls, or texts often after she left…”, Javi sighs.

“Wow.”, Steve gasps as he finishes smoking. “You really are an asshole”, Steve points out and claps on his shoulder.

“but seriously, she likes you, Peña. Make it up to her ”, he says seriously while you’re on the edge to destroy your phone. “You really need a woman in your life, man”.

“Dad, I’m fucking 26! I can take care of myself”, they hear and see you scream.

Javi starts thinking about Steve words and finishes his cigarette too.

“she’s not gonna throw her phone, is she?”, Steve asks while raising his eyebrows as he keeps watching you how literally go rage. “If you think that, you don’t know her enough”, Javi just answers and one second later, you hang up and throw your cellphone directly throw it on the ground.

Steve just stays there in shock. “Told you”, Javi chuckles. As Steve sees how you walk towards them, he immediately makes his way into the station again. “‘need to do some paperwork”, he excuses and Javi rolls his eyes at him.

You take a deep breath and walk to Javi. “Well unfortunately my dad thinks I’m incapable of taking care and defending myself, even if I trained my whole fucking life for this.”, you complain and run your hand through your hair.

“'guess being class best and graduating after such a long time, isn’t enough.”, you sigh and try to calm down. Javi just keeps looking at you.

“I’ll talk to him”, he suddenly says and you look at him. “what? with my dad? that won’t help”, you scoff. “No, I mean with Colonel Carrillo. "I have a good rapport with him.”, he tells you and puts his hand into his pockets.

“If it doesn’t help, you can come over to us in secret, going through some folders and stuff”, he suggests and you nod slowly. “yeah…”, you just sigh. “thanks.. “, you add, turn around and take your phone with a pretty broken display from the ground.

“Would you mind driving me to the grocery store? I don’t have my car yet”, you ask after some minutes of silence. He takes a look at his watch. “Well, I have thirty minutes until my shift begins, if you do it quick, then I can drive y-”, he replies while still leaning against the wall. “good, thanks.”, you cut him off and make your way to his car.

…

You're leaned on the card and walk through the market. Your cart is already half full and you’re soon finished. Javi was walking behind you and the whole time his eyes were fixed on your ass, you could feel it.

And that’s why you couldn’t stop smirking. “Stop smirking so much, you’ll get wrinkles”, he chuckles and you make your way towards the checkout. “says the man who’s soon in his 40s”, you tease him back and he laughs.

How much you love his laugh…

When you walk to his car with him carrying your two full grocery bags, he takes a look at his watch again and you hear him cuss in Spanish. “I’m already ten minutes late..”, Javier hisses.

“Oh, I’ll walk the rest. My apartment is not far from here and I have to get my cellphone repaired anyway.”, you say, wanting to take the bags from his hands. “I won’t let you walk home alone on these streets, especially if it’s getting dark.”, he says serious, not handing you over the bags. “I can defend myself, it’s fine. Go to work”, you mumble more seriously and grab your bags, ripping them out of his grip.

“When something happens to you-“, you cut him off. “Go to work”, you shout and make your way on the other side of the street.

You hear him cuss in Spanish behind you and just chuckle. You changed in many ways after one year, but one thing always stayed the same.

Your obstinacy, confidence and trust in your skills.

“maybe if you hadn’t been busy with staring at my ass, you would’ve checked the time earlier.”, you shout with a cheeky smile to him as he goes into his car. You chuckle and hear him drive away.

You know when the whole case about Pablo Escobar wasn’t so serious, you know he would’ve driven you home, but unfortunately it was.

It was getting dark and you made your way to a electronic shop. After you talked with the man behind the counter, he told you, you can pick up your phone tomorrow.

When you got out of the store, it was dark outside and got kinda cold. You wanted to put on your cardigan, but notice that you forgot it in Javier’s car. “fuck..”, you mumble and continue walking with your grocery bags.

A group of men were walking next to you on the other side of the street, beginning to catcall you. You start to feel uncomfortable and walk a little quicker, ignoring them. They were continuing catcalling you, and being a woman, alone on a street while it’s fucking dark, is kind of scary.

But that’s life as a woman, I guess…, you think

But you pull yourself together and remind yourself of your confidence, knowing you would knock the fuck out of them. You were five minutes away from your apartment, but suddenly one of the men decided to switch sidewalks and walk to you.

“Buenas noches, hermosa. ¿Buscas alojamiento?”, he asks while walking next to you.

Someone else calling you hermosa, who’s not Javier, gives you the shivers.

Your Spanish wasn’t perfect, but you think he asked you if you have a place to sleep tonight or something.

You continued ignoring him, and he continues speaking to you, but now you didn’t understand shit… and to be honest, you didn’t want to understand it.

You could sense and smell he’s drunk. “Vete a la mierda”, you tell him to fuck off.

Suddenly he grabs your arm, and that was it. You let fall your grocery bags, grab his hand and kick him right into his balls. He couldn’t react fast enough because of the alcohol, so you also kicked him with your knee right into his face.

You hear a car coming nearer, but ignore it. As the guy lies on the ground, you punch him right in his face. You hear his mates being shocked. “You want too? Come here then!”, you shout challenging, but they didn’t thought twice and ran away.

You just scoff as you see them walking away and bending down to grab to pick up your groceries.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back. “Cariño, are you o-“, before your brain can process and recognise that it’s Javier’s voice, you punch him directly into his face. You hear him groan in pain and as you look up, you see his car. “Omg- I’m so sorry-“, you panic and take his hand into your face, looking at his bleeding nose. You take out a tissue of your shorts and hold it against his nose.

“I thought it was someone of these men-“, he cuts you off and takes the tissue himself. “You got a hell of a punch, you know that”, he says while holding the tissue at his nose.

A part of your brain starts thinking, he deserves it. For ignoring you for so long. You start to form s slight smirk on your lips, but then throw the thought away.

“What a secretary I am, huh?”, you chuckle and pick up your groceries. He stuffed the tissue into his nose and then helps you, getting all your groceries together and then lifting up your grocery bags.

“Don’t you have to work?”, you ask him confused because it was just 20 minutes ago when he left. “‘told Carrillo I forgot a folder at home, I can’t let a beautiful woman like you, walk home alone.”, he says while going to his car. “but I have to say, you handled the situation pretty well, he’s completely knocked out.”, he smirks and gets the grocery bags in his car.

As he called you beautiful, you blush slightly and take a seat in his car. “‘didn’t train for nothing, you know”, you giggle while he starts the engine and drives you home.

As you arrive after literally 2 minutes, you take your cardigan and get out of the car. “thank you for still looking for me”, you mumble and put the cardigan on.

“no problem… but I kind of deserved this punch, didn’t I?”, he sighs while you take your grocery bags.

Now you can’t hide your dirty smirk anymore.

“Yeah, you kind of did”, you answer and close his car door.

“‘wish you a good shift then, be careful”, you give him a smile and then walk to the building, getting out your keys. “see you tomorrow, hermosa”, he calls after you and as you walk through the door, you hear him drive off.

...

The next morning you finally got your car and could drive alone. Even if you enjoyed Javier’s as your driver. You get to the DEA station and walk to your office…

You see a sign with your name on your desk, and under it is written: secretary.

Yup, still hate that, you think and let out a loud sigh.

You take a seat on your chair and lean back. After a while some woman comes in and gives you some paperwork, and also a folder that you can catch up with everything. Even if the thought, that you normally could work in the DEA office to take down some of Pablo’s guys, makes you angry, you need to live with it for a while now. And then, you get started…

After some hours you hear a knock on your door. “Come in”, you say loud and as you look up who it is, you roll your eyes. “Agent Peña”, you call him while having the folder in the hand.

“‘The previous secretary was fired because being caught flirting, kissing and sleeping with one of the agents’”, you read out loud and then look up at him. “And who might that be huh?”, you ask serious while raising an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly who it probably was.

“Even if you won’t believe me now, it wasn’t me”, he answers and places a coffee on your desk. You raise your eyebrows at him. And he was right, you didn’t believe him.

But, why should you care? You’re not together or anything… but the thought of him fucking another women, makes you jealous… and kinda sad.

“you’re fucking all your secretaries now, Agent Peña?”, you ask cheeky while being leaned back in your chair. He just chuckles while shaking his head and places his hands on your desk, leaning against it.

“No, just you.”, he answers and you choke on your coffee because you took a sip.

“We’re definitely not fucking and I’m not your secretary.”, you say serious to make a point.

He takes a cigarette from his ear into his fingers and puts it between his lips, while making his way out of your office.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that in some weeks.”

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the-final-sif · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream and Ponk discuss their experiences with Sam

@sixteenth-day-event "What happened to your arm?"

The question came out of nowhere. It was an impulse. A stupid one. Dream wasn't really expecting a response.

Surprisingly, Ponk's eyes blinked open. They weren't red anymore (thank god), but they were fuzzy and unfocused still. Several seconds ticked by before Ponk managed to rasp out a response.

"Sam."

It was just one word, but it was the most that Dream had gotten out of him so far. He would dismiss it as a quirk of timing, but from Punz's recounting, talking about shit had helped ground him and pull him back from the Egg. Alright. So Dream just needed to keep this going.

"Weren't you two dating?" He could swear he remembered that. Ponk huffed a dry laugh.

"Were. Broke up af'er he cut m' fuckin' arm 'ff."

"That uh- makes sense." Great. A+ conversation. God fucking dammit. Okay, refocus here.

"Was there like, a reason? Or did he just get bored?" That sounded harsher than he meant for it to, but too late now.

Ponk's gaze went hazy for a moment, too far maybe? Before he managed to shake his head, bringing himself back down.

"Stole the prison keys. Wasn't eve' tryin' to do much. He'd been ignorin' me. Thought it was funny. Thought I might go visit you or somethin'. He freaked out. Never thought- Never thought he'd do something like this." As he finished speaking, Ponk managed to lift his good hand just barely and gesture at his stump.

Ah. Dream wasn't sure how he felt about that. Was it better? That it hadn't been just him. Who thought Sam could be trusted and was wrong? Or was it worse? That it all came back to Dream himself in the end. Something corrupting, corroding, ruining everything he came into contact with?

A question for another time maybe.

"That sucks." Okay, he winced at that one. "Sorry- uh, I didn't. I didn't think he'd do something like that either. Before."

It said a little more than he wanted to say. Ponk, of course, had recovered enough to catch on. Eyes now focusing in on him. Taking him in and judging. Dream clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the weight of an old friend's gaze. Tried to change the subject.

"You feel up for some water?"

Thankfully, Ponk let the topic drop in favor of nodding. Probably parched by now. Dream pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the spill proof bottle that Punz had left. They were ready for this.

He held it out carefully, trying his best to control the shaking in his own hands. From how Ponk's eyes narrowed, he didn't quite manage it.

The light in here was soft, and Dream had been hoping that would hide his scarred hands. Not from Ponk's eyes though, as the other carefully took the water bottle, drinking from it in long gulps.

By the time it was finished, Dream had returned to his spot on the far side of the room, right by the door so he could get out if he needed to. Not that he would need to. Ponk wasn't infected anymore, the guy could hardly lift a bottle.

The silence stretched out between them, until finally, Ponk spoke again, eyes watching Dream's hands far too closely.

"Is it fucked up if I'm glad it wasn't just me? That he- It was him. I mean, I knew he was the one that fucked up. He cut my fucking arm off over some fucking keycards. But- I mean- He kept trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. Like I should just ignore what he did to me. Like it was all my fault. I didn't buy it- but- I mean- God, I'm not sure what I mean."

Something inside Dream wanted to break. Wanted to shatter apart. Wanted to scream and cry and-

"It's okay." Dream replied, his voice far more shaky than he would've liked. "I get it." That might be a lie. Both statements might be lies.

"I'm glad it wasn't just me either." Dream said, because it was what he needed to say.

Maybe one day he'd be able to figure out if he meant it.

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sirenascales · 2 years

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-> Much Needed Downtime 18+

You caught their eye as they take a break in your family inn.

Tengen x Makio x Hinatsuru x Suma x F!Reader

4,490 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, bi!reader, FF, FM, group sex, face sitting, tribing, oral[M+F receiving], unprotected sex, yeah boi,

note: i finished this in three days........... lmfao

The loud, boisterous laughter was a welcome sound, you having grown bored of the usual quiet that usually enveloped the inn and spa that your family ran. It was a small, quaint place, though still popular with the people of your home. It was a welcomed home from home, the wisteria flower on the side wall very inviting to all.

Especially to those like the man who you served tonight, his loud laughter was heard even outside of the room he shared with the three women that came with him. They all looked a little worse for wear, but your parents were already jumping at the opportunity to see to their needs.

"Excuse me," you called, knocking on the door before you carefully slid it open. You held a tray in your hand, a nice hot pot of tea and cups balanced carefully on it. "Tengen, sir, I have more tea. I can serve you all if you'd like."

"We would appreciate that," Tengen responded, a wide grin on his face and you felt your face heat up. You couldn't believe just how incredibly handsome that man was, his body built by freaking Gods. And you couldn't even get started with the women.

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru, Tengen's wives. They were all incredibly beautiful, each one of them making your heart beat faster and faster as you served them their tea as well. How could one man be so lucky? How could three women be so lucky? You were harmlessly jealous. You wanted a hot wife and hot husband. Or wives. And husbands.

"Ow! Fuck!" In your thoughts, you were a bit careless as you set down Suma's hot tea, the liquid spilling on your hand. "Mother fucker!"

"Oh no! Are you okay!" You were immediately swarmed, Hinatsuru grabbing your hand to look over the burn. The pain made you sniffle, tears welling in your eyes. That in turn made Suma start to cry, apologizing profusely as Makio became agitated with her.

"Don't cry, idiot! Make sure she's okay!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I should have helped you!"

"I'm okay, guys..." you said softly, frowning and wincing and Hinasturu poked your hand. "Ow."

"I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, then turning her head to look at her husband. "Tengen-sama, we have some burn salves, right?"

Tengen, who could only watch the scene in front of him in amusement, nodded his head, his white hair swaying slightly. "Of course. I'll grab it."

"Really, it's okay, guys," you tried to protest, pulling your hand away from Hinasturu. "I have my own salves. I can use that myself. Besides, I have to clean up the mess..."

"Nonsense!" Makio immediately scolded you. "You're hurt!"

"Yeah, you should take a break at least for a week!" Suma declared and you couldn't help but laugh at her, eyeing Tengen as he finally kneeled before you with a small container and some bandages.

"Then how would I serve the other demon slayers as they come here? It is my duty, you know. And I said I can get my own-"

"Oh, shut up, dammit," Tengen cursed at you as he snatched your hand in his. He held it firmly, careful as he used his fingers to rub the soothing salve on the red burn on your skin. You just huffed, cursing under your breath and that made Tengen smirk. "Usually you're so polite... and boring."

"How rude! Bastard!"

Tengen laughed gleefully, wrapping the bandages around your hand. "But there is a temper and a dirty mouth behind those lips! That's quite flashy, but not as flashy as me!" He ended off his stupid rant with a tap on your bandaged hand, ignoring your hissing in pain. "That should heal up quickly. You need to be more careful."

You pouted. "I know... I'm sorry I ruined your tea time."

Tengen just waved you off dismissively, Hinasturu gently grabbing your shoulder.

"It's okay. It was just an accident," she smiled at you, and your face started to heat up. It was so nice of all of them to jump to help you the way they did. They were just... really nice people, even Tengen who walked around with his head as big as the sun. He didn't have to, but he treated your wound, and you swore you could have seen a glimpse of tenderness as he did so.

"Thank you..." your voice was soft, but you smiled at them. If this was how they were to someone like you, you can imagine how much love and care they had for each other. Ahhh, you were jealous, but so happy for them. "Have a good night. Breakfast will be finished early tomorrow."

You left their room, bowing to them one last time before closing the door. They listened as you walked away, sipping on their tea before Makio set her cup down, waiting a moment before opening her mouth.

"She's cute."

Suma immediately agreed, nodding her head cutely. Hinasturu giggled, turning to her husband, who sat in thought, before he leaned back, his kimono opening with the movement to expose his bare chest. He could see his wives' expressions change and he smirked, loving how the energy changed as they eyed him down hungrily. There wasn't anything quite like getting ravished by three beautiful women. And soon, it'll be four.

"Come get me, my loves. We can come up with ideas to have our cute friend to ourselves soon..."

The next day came and you were surprised to find the burn on your hand was already healed. Whatever the hell was in that salve Tengen rubbed onto your burn must have been very potent or powerful, because there was no way any normal medicines would work so fast. You didn't question it for long, though. You lived in a world where demons existed... super powerful healing salves weren't that much of a big deal.

You went on about the day running the inn with your parents, housing some other demon slayers who were a little worse for wear and needed a safe place to sleep and lay low. Your attention was mostly on Tengen and his wives, your parents having given you the job of personally assisting the hashira when needed. You served them breakfast and their tea, again thanking them for helping you with your burn.

You also learned that this will be the last night they will be in your care, telling you their plans to leave early the next morning. You were sad to see them go, but knew that they had their own duties to fulfill.

By the time night fell, you were making your last trip to their room, a tray of tea in hand, and a bag of extra towels strapped to your back. You knocked, announcing your arrival before sliding the door open and walking inside. The room was empty and you frowned, confused.

"Hello? I brought tea and extra towels!" you called.

"We're in the washroom!" Suma called from the attached room and without thinking, you went right on over after setting the tray down.

"Here are the extra tow- oh my GOD! I am so sorry!" You had walked into the washroom without thinking, greeted with the sight of Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru naked as the day they were born, washing themselves. You dropped the towels, spinning around to face the wall. "I wasn't thinking! I'm so sorry!"

Tengen laughed loudly and you felt your face heat up. How could you be so careless?!

"You're such an airhead!" Tengen said with a laugh and you groaned, mortified.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Tengen-sama, don't tease her!" Hinatsuru scolded her husband, and you could still hear Tengen snickering.

"You gotta admit, Hina... it was pretty funny," Makio spoke up and you groaned again, shuffling along the wall, trying to find the door with your head turned away. Suma was giggling and you wanted to die.

"Again, I am so sorry. Let me just leave..." You were so embarrassed, all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. You'd rather face a demon right now.

"Nooo, don't leave!" Suma exclaimed, and you suddenly felt yourself being pulled back. Almost instinctively, you turned around to face her, feeling your face get impossibly hot now that you were once again seeing the four demon slayers naked in all their glory. Suma was closest to you, her cute face pulled in a pout as she held your arm. "You should stay, since we're leaving tomorrow!"

You were dumbfounded, heart pounding as you tried to look anywhere BUT at them. This couldn't be happening.

"I couldn't possibly..." you started, stuttering a bit as you stared at the ceiling. "It's inappropriate... I have a job to do..."

"Bullshit," Tengen drawled, making you freeze. "Just take your clothes off and join us in the hot springs."

"Well, she has to wash up first," Makio brought up, while steam literally floated from your head. What was happening?!

"So come on," Suma said, making you finally look at her. You tried not to stare at her breasts. "Join us, okay?" She tugged on your arm again, a hopeful look on her face.

"Suma, we can't force her," Hinatsuru spoke and you looked at her, biting your lip as your brain worked on overdrive. She was so beautiful... they all were.

"Well, when you finally do decide," Makio started, sitting by the running shower. She smirked at you, sending a chill down your spine as you couldn't help but look at her beautiful body. "We'll help you wash up."

You could have melted into the floor, chewing on your bottom lip. Was this seriously happening? The three women stood by, eagerly waiting for your answer. And Tengen, he was already making his way towards the private hot springs just outside the room, and you tried not to ogle at the way his toned ass moved with each step. You were too scared to even think about his front.

Still, you found yourself finally reaching for the front of your kimono, Suma gasping and clapping her hands in excitement when you let the garment fall and pool around your feet.

"Yay! Let's get you cleaned up!"

Suma dragged you to the shower, and soon, three pairs of hands were all over you, one washing your hair, as the other two worked to clean your luscious body. Even then, you could feel the hard, piercing stare of the man watching from his place in the hot spring, letting his women get ready for the things to come.

"I knew you had nice tits," Makio so crudely remarked, grabbing your breasts from behind as she lathered them up with soap. You couldn't help but moan, making the blond giggle as she pinched your nipples. She pressed her soft body against your back, and soon, you were absolutely engulfed as the other two women held you close, their bodies pressed to yours, hands still roaming, soon replaced by their mouths.

Somehow, you were kissing Hinatsuru, moaning against her lips as Suma sucked on one of your nipples as Makio kissed and bit the soft skin of your neck. You didn't know what to do with your hands, so they hung uselessly at your side.

"You can touch them, you know," Tengen spoke up and you glanced over. He was clearly enjoying the show, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes a bit blown with arousal. "They won't mind."

So you tried, grabbing onto Suma and Hinatsuru's waists before sliding your hands up. You started massaging their breasts, earning a few moans as they continued to lavish your body with kisses under the warm shower. You turned your head, looking back at Makio with lust filled eyes before kissing her, not wanting her to feel left out as you continued to play with Hinatsuru's and Suma's breasts.

You squeezed your thighs together, your pussy was soaked, and not because of the water. It ached with need, wanting to be touched.

"We should join Tengen-sama..." Hinatsuru said, her voice full of want. She turned off the shower, and with trembling legs, you walked with the women to the hot springs, where you climbed in one by one.

The water was hot, and perfectly so. Your body immediately began to relax while you watched the three beauties flock to their husband, essentially climbing onto his large self and peppering him with kisses and touches.

"What are you just standing there for?" Tengen asked once he noticed you standing off to the side a bit awkwardly. "Get over here. Can't you see they made a spot for you?"

And they did, but you still hesitated. They were in an established relationship, and you didn't want to intrude. You getting into the hot springs finally made you realize. They seemed to sense that, and Tengen laughed at you. "It's okay, sweetheart. Come."

"Yeah, we want you to join us! Why'd you think we want you to stay with us tonight?" Suma said from her place at Tengen's side. You watched as his large hand smooth down her back, then under water, where she gasped and threw her head back. "T-Tengen-sama!"

You bit your lip, slowly making your way over to the group. Hinatsuru pulled you the rest of the way in, Makio pressing you right against her husband. His body felt hard and firm, and you shuddered in delight. You kissed Hinatsuru again, feeling yourself get less shy as you moved a hand between her thighs, making her moan into your mouth as you began to stroke her pussy.

"Finally," you heard Tengen grumble before you felt his hand grab your chin, making you look at him. "You don't get to be shy with us. It's boring and unflashy. Just let loose. Fuck us, and we'll fuck you." He smirked before he kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you moaned. You returned the kiss, still rubbing on Hinatsuru's clit before you pushed two fingers into her. You heard her moan and you shivered again.

Beside you, Makio turned her attention to Suma, kissing her passionately, while Tengen still pleasured Suma under the water. You bolted in surprise when you felt thick fingers prod at your own pussy, pulling away from the kiss with Tengen to see him smirk as he easily pushed two fingers into you. You gasped in surprise, his two fingers filling you up more than you expected and you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed with his cock.

"That's it... music to my ears," Tengen cooed, relishing at the sounds of the four women moaning and sighing their pleasures. As nice as it was, Tengen's cock was throbbing with need under the hot water of the spring, needing to be in someone. "Suma..." he whispered, pulling his fingers out of his wife's pussy and squeezing her hip. "Ride me."

You, Makio, and Hinatsuru moved to give Suma room to climb onto Tengen's lap fully, watching her kiss him hungrily as he reached under water to grab his cock, lining it up against Suma's entrance before she sank down onto him. They both hissed in pleasure, while you couldn't help but pout a bit at the fact that you couldn't see.

"I wanna see..." you mumbled, earning some laughs as Makio and Hinatsuru turned their attention to you. Suma already started to bounce on Tengen's cock, her high pitched whines sounding into the air as he clung onto his shoulders.

"That's right, baby... fuck you feel so good," Tengen whispered into Suma's ear, groaning unabashedly as his wife rode him. It just made a deep tingle go down your spine.

"Come on..." Makio whispered to you, pushing you towards the edge of the spring, where she effortlessly lifted you up to sit you on. She grinned at you, spreading your legs to expose your pussy. She didn't waste any time, and you threw your head back and moaned when she started to eat you out.

Makio worked wonders with her pretty mouth, licking and slurping at your pussy like a woman starved. Suma still rode Tengen's cock, his hands holding onto her hips harshly as he thrust up into her. You lot were loud, not ashamed or concerned about who could hear.

"Hina..." you moaned the woman's name, lying flat on your back and gesturing towards your face with your hand. It didn't take long for her to hover over your face, your hands grabbing onto her hips to bring her down. You wrapped your lips around her clit, earning you a throaty moan as her fingers curled in your hair. Makio still ate you out skillfully, her tongue pressed against your clit as she fucked you with two long fingers.

"Ah! Tengen-sama!" Suma whined, her face buried in her husband's neck as he fucked up into her, his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes screwed shut, his head thrown back as he moaned deeply.

"Suma... come on, baby..."

"I'm gonna cum! Please!"

"Then cum."

You clenched around Makio's fingers at the sounds surrounding you, your fingers digging into Hinatsuru's hips as you tried to focus on sucking on her clit. Suma's sharp cry rang in your ears as she came around her husband's cock, her gasping breathlessly as he continued to fuck into her. He came with a hoarse grunt, and hearing that was enough to make you cum around Makio's fingers with a loud cry.

"Oh fuck yes," Makio groaned, practically swallowing you whole as she ate you through your orgasm, using her strength to keep your shaking legs spread apart. You moaned into Hinatsuru's pussy, trying to keep her satisfied despite Makio overstimulating you. Hinatsuru grinded herself down against your tongue, gasping in pleasure, which got swallowed up by Suma who came out of nowhere and kissed her.

Then you heard Makio cry out, the sounds of water sloshing and skin slapping against skin. Tengen was pressed right up against Makio, fucking her from behind with a hand grabbing her chin, the other holding one of your thighs open.

"Look at that, such a pretty pussy," Tengen hummed, licking his lips as he continued to thrust in and out of Makio's pussy. He was tall enough to lean over her shoulder, bending her over slightly, and planting his mouth right onto your pussy to eat you out.

You moaned, Hinatsuru still grinding down onto your tongue as Suma sucked and massaged her breasts. It was nasty, loud, and all around exhilarating as you gave into your carnal desires, the slapping of skin and the slurping of tongues mixing deliciously with loud cries of wanton bliss.

Tengen made you cum on his tongue, his wife crying out while she came on his dick. Hinatsuru tasted heavenly as she came in your mouth, her legs shaking as she carefully climbed off your face and fully into Suma's arms as she held her up.

You lay on the edge of the spring, breathing heavily as you heard movement around you, followed by giggling as Suma kissed on your face. "Come on... let's go inside..."

Somehow you made it onto your feet, following the others inside their room. Their very large futon was already set out, and Tengen wasted no time in lying Hinatsuru on her back, spreading her legs and pressing the tip of his cock against her. It was the first time you actually got a look at it, and you had to wipe the drool off your chin.

Makio snickered. "It tastes just as good as it looks."

"It's so big..." you whispered, wanting nothing more than to have Tengen's cock stuffed down your throat. "Can I...?"

"Go ahead," Tengen said, and you immediately go to your knees, mindful of Hinatsuru lying there. You smiled at her, kissing on her knee before you reached out to grab Tengen's thick cock. Your fingers didn't even touch. You shuddered, leaning down to take a tentative lick on his tip.

Tengen shivered, eying his two other wives beside them on the floor. Their legs were tangled, Makio on top of Suma with her pussy rubbing against hers. Makio held Suma's leg to her chest, cursing in pleasure as she rolled her hips, fucking Suma into the floor.

Then Tengen felt you take his cock into your hot mouth and he moaned, looking down at you and Hinatsuru. You brought your free hand to her pussy, thumbing her clit as you slowly sucked him off. Tengen appreciated that you took care to keep his wives' pleasure in mind, his hand curling into your hair before he pushed more of his cock in your mouth.

You groaned, eyes closing as you focused on the two tasks at hand. Having Tengen's cock in your mouth sent you on a high, your mind hazy. This was probably the best night of your fucking life, and you didn't want it to end.

Hinatsuru whined softly and you slid Tengen's cock out of your mouth. You pressed a hand onto her hip, looking at Tengen before you guided the tip of his cock right against Hinatsuru's entrance. Tengen didn't even have to wait for an invitation, and you watched in awe as his thick cock disappeared inside her tight pussy. You shuddered again. You couldn't wait.

Tengen started slow, but that didn't last long, and soon he was fucking Hinatsuru's brains out, her legs thrown over his wide shoulders as he plunged his cock in and out of her. Makio and Suma were scissoring right beside them, and you made your way over to them, where Suma immediately grabbed you, pulling you into a hot kiss.

Soon you were on your back, knees pushed up to your chest while Suma straddled the back of your thighs. In this position, her pussy was pressed right onto yours, grinding down with each frantic roll of her hips. You cried out, your open mouth the perfect invitation for Makio to press her pussy against it. You immediately grabbed her hips, pushing her down hard against your tongue and making her grind down on you.

You could die like this, either with Makio's pussy suffocating you, or with Suma fucking you with her clit on yours, her sharp cries loud and clear. Tengen continued to fuck Hinatsuru through the futon, his mouth on hers in a messy kiss that stole her breath away.

You and Suma came at the same time, your moaning against Makio's clit making her cum into your mouth. The two women rolled off of you, the three of you breathing heavily to the sounds of Tengen making Hinatsuru cry out with her orgasm. Tengen was soon to follow, cumming deep into his wife with a loud groan, hands gripping her thighs hard.

You groaned softly when hands spread your legs apart, a pair of stronger ones grabbing your hips. Opening your eyes, you see Tengen and his wives hovering over you, their eyes hot and dark with lust for you. Reaching down, Hinatsuru spread your pussy lips open, Makio guiding Tengen to push his cock into you. Suma leaned down, kissing on your chest, her cowives following her lead soon after.

The stretch of Tengen's cock made you crazy, your mouth opening in a silent moan as he slowly started to fuck into you. He tilted his head back and moaned, his thrusts getting faster, and deeper, to the point when each one made you see stars. The women kissed and loved on your body, loving the way you moaned and gasped and writhe under them; under Tengen. They loved how glassy your eyes were, how fucked out you look after the long time they had completely bending you to their whim.

You tried to hold onto them, but they pinned your hands to the floor, Makio kissing you hard on the mouth. "Just let us please you now," she whispered, grinning when you let out a sharp gasp when Tengen started to hit that one spot inside you.

"Fuck! Right there!" you begged, gasping again when Tengen obliged.

"Yeah? This your spot?" Tengen asked smugly, hitting that spot again as he did so. The women cooed over you, the sound of skin against skin ever loud in your ears as tears started to flow down to your hairline. Hinatsuru covered her mouth and laughed, biting her lip as she massages your breasts.

"Look at you.... so pretty..."

You whined loudly, wanting to look away but Makio held your chin, making you look back up at them while Tengen fucked you. You could only lay there and take it, crying out and wiggling in their grasps. You were completely under their mercy, and you were okay with that.

"Please..." you cried softly, your body getting tight, the knot in your stomach getting too hot for you to handle.

"Come on, sweetheart," Tengen groaned, keeping his thrusts steady as he moved his hand up your body until he cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away some tears. "Cum. Scream for us."

You whimpered, eyes screwing shut and before long, that knot snapped and your vision went white. You didn't realize how loud you screamed, your body arching as your orgasm washed over you in intense waves. You were about sobbing now, the three women above you kissing and caressing you lovingly as Tengen fucked you through your orgasm, and trying to reach his. Soon, he does, cumming deep inside of you with a curse before pulling out.

You didn't know how long you laid there, breathing heavily and staring up into the ceiling with blurry vision. Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma lay beside you, while Tengen sat up, very pleased but also a bit worn out. He pushed his hair back away from his face, looking down at his women, eyes landing on you. His lips curled up.

"Alright, ladies... let's get cleaned up and get to bed. You, sweetheart, are not going anywhere." You knew that was directed at you, but you were too tired to care.

You awoke the next morning, groaning at the soreness in your body that made itself present as soon as you tried to move. Still, you forced yourself up, staring around the room blearily as you took in your surroundings. You were in the large futon, tucked in cozily before you sat up. You were also alone, and you frowned slightly. Still, you rolled around a bit, not wanting to get up, before you found a fold noted right beside the futon, as well as your kimono folded nicely beside it.

Grabbing the note, you opened it, laughing to yourself as you read it. You couldn't help but smile, holding the note to your chest with a soft sigh. Tengen, Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma... they promised to see you again. You fell onto your back, grinning up at the ceiling. Yeah, you sure hoped so.

I hope you all enjoyed it! Please, leave your thoughts! ❤️

#demon slayer x reader #tengen x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tengen smut #demon slayer smut #hinatsuru x reader #makio x reader #suma x reader #🔞.nsfw #whew YEAH

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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Stranger Things S2 rewatch thoughts

I finally finished rewatching S2 and this is everything I've written down as I was watching lmao

KEITH USED TO WORK AT THE ARCADE?? Also the arcade is right next to family video so Keith just moved next door in season 3 lmao

Steve omg you’re so cute stop

FINALLY MAX IS HERE

Okay Billie is bad, yes? We all agree Billie is bad, right? But Dacre IS SO HOT I CANNOT HE TOOK A “PORCA TROIA” OUT OF ME LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

Honestly they’re so dope for dressing up as ghostbusters and going to school with matching outfits

Ugh Nancy and Steve are so terrible for each other

Steve’s face during the bullshit scene really broke my heart 🥺

People being annoyed at Joyce for being super protective of Will like what?? That boy was proclaimed dead, they had a funeral and he turned out to be in another dimension??? I dare you to not be at least a little paranoid

I’m getting the gayest vibes ever from this basketball + shower scene I’m not even joking, Harrington 100% felt what it is like to be a girl objectified in a nightclub

Billy calling Steve pretty boy is so fucked up like are you Eddie Munson? No so imma need you to back off ✋

Jfc no wonder Vecna chose max she’s a walking gold mine for therapists

One drive with Billy would be enough for me to become a target for Vecna I swear

A part of me will always blame Dustin for the cat’s death 🥲

Stranger things is so good I cannot fucking believe my eyes sometimes

First Nancy, now Hopper… can they like, stop going inside creepy ass portals all by themselves? FFS

OH MY GOD ERICA WAS SO SMALL HOW CUTE SINDFKJDF

Lucas telling Max “if I tell you the truth, you could be arrested or killed. Do you accept the risk?” Hits different now

FINALLY THE DUSTIN/STEVE DUO IS BORN

I was today years old when I realized Nancy broke up with Steve in S1 for a month but then she got back with him because she got tired of waiting for Jonathan

Dustin’s proud smile when Steve told him “good call dude” I CANT IM WEEK IM CRYING ON THE FLOOR

I will never get over Dustin’s pure adoration for Steve in this season

JUSTICE FOR BOB

BOB NEWBY THE SUPERHERO 😭😭😭

Everyone: it’s like the mind flyer! Steve&Max: don’t speak nerd in my presence pls

I’m sorry but Mike holding that small trophy as a weapon LOL

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE KIDS WERE AT THE WINDOW WHEN BILLY CAME ARE STUPID

I cannot believe they wanted to leave a beaten-up and concussed Steve behind, are you crazy???

I totally forgot that Steve, in a span of a couple of hours, pushed his girlfriend to be with another guy, got beaten up defending kids he barely knows and then went down - all beaten up and concussed - the upside down tunnels just for said kids?? ARE U EVEN REAL MAN?

Will turning to Mike when that girl asked him to dance 🥺

Nancy is so fucking right, those girls are so stupid turning Dustin down like fuck you who do you think you are????

Jopper at the end, I love my parents so much

Here my thoughts on S1!

#I know I took a long time #I wanted to savor it okay??#Steve season 2 is premium quality #I know I mostly talk about steve but like #have you seen my blog???#you should be surprised when I DONT talk about him #stranger things #stranger things rewatch #random st thoughts #season 2 rewatch #stranger things 2 rewatch

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lciesdepravity · 6 months

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-5 Mina Arc; Crossing the Red Line... tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

"Eh? What do you mean you're not going?" Sana's loud shriek echoed across the dining room.

"Exactly that. My parents said they have some business to finish up, so I don't have any other reason to go."

Mina avoided everyone's curious gaze and just played with her food, waiting for a response. She couldn't possibly look Sana in the eye now, not when she's just making an excuse to get fucked by her best friend's wife.

Breaking the silence, Jihyo speaks up. "Well... if that's her decision, then just leave her be. Besides, it's not like she'll be alone here. We'll be back in a day or two after visiting our own families, and Tzuyu will be with her. Right Tzu?"

A distracted Tzuyu looks up at Jihyo, managing a small nod and a strained smile. Beside her, Nayeon chimes in.

"You could use this chance to get closer together! Y'know? Since you two are the most introverted among us, you barely speak to each other alone, much less hang out."

Underneath the table, Mina's foot rubs sensually against Tzuyu's legs, trailing up her thighs to rest on her now growing bulge. To her credit, Tzuyu manages to act casually, clearing her throat to pass off the groan that threatens to escape her lips. She tries her hardest to follow the conversation as Mina plays with her cock, teasingly rubbing it with her foot, sometimes trying to stroke it between her toes.

"Ahh! That's true! Mitaaaan~ Take care of my Tzu Tzu for me okay?"

With that, Mina couldn't resist. She flashed a wicked smile as she says, "Oh, don't worry Sana. I'll take good care of your wife."

When the others finally moved on to other topics, her foot pressed harder on Tzuyu's cock, catching her attention.

With her sultry gaze on Tzuyu's own, Mina took a strawberry between her teeth, savoring it's taste as she sensually rolled it over her tongue before taking a bite. Her smile widens as she feels Tzuyu's cock twitch against her sole, urging her to tease the maknae even more. A warm sensation fills her stomach as Tzuyu's innocent doe eyes darken, staring at her in hunger...

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"You sure you don't want to come with me babe? I'm sure mom and the others would be happy to see you." Chaeyoung asks as she zips up her bags.

"I'm sure. Go have fun."

Mina's icy demeanor draws a frown from Chae. "Hey... Are you still mad? I said I was sorry. I really was too tired yesterday."

And the day before that. Even last week. That's always your excuse. With a sigh, Mina faced her wife.

"It's fine. I just... need time for myself. Don't worry about me." She flashes Chae with what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

Chae nods along, taking Mina's hands in her own. "I'll be back before you know it. Take care okay? I Love You."

The tenderness in her voice made Mina's stomach twist with guilt. "I... love you too." Halfheartedly she waves, watching as Chaeyoung leaves.

I do love you... but... I need this.

Just one weekend... I'll come back to you when I'm satisfied, I promise. But for now...

Gomen ne.

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"Take care you two!"

"We'll be back soon!"

"Bye bye!"

....

*Click*

As soon as the vans were out of sight, Mina found herself pinned against the front door, her lips claimed ardently by Tzuyu's own.

"*Tsup* Mhhhm~" Small moans escape Mina's lips in between Tzuyu's kisses, each kiss filled with so much passion, so much hunger it made her head spin.

She can feel Tzuyu's body heat up against hers as she gets pinned harder against the door, eliminating any semblance of space in between them.

"Uhhh... Tzu~" Another moan. This time, Tzuyu catches her lower lip in between her teeth and tugs playfully, making Mina's breath hitch in anticipation.

"Mmmph~ *Tsup* uhh~ You've been such a fucking tease all day... Time for your punishment... Unnie~"

She sucks quite harshly on Mina's pulse point, making her knees buckle. In an effort to stay upright, she clings tightly around the younger woman's neck, hands grasping Tzuyu's hair as she draws her even closer. "*Gasp* Uhh~ Tzu... R-right there baby... I- mmm~"

When Tzuyu's tongue swipes against her bottom lip, she lets her in. Sparks fly the very moment their tongues meet, and all the blood drains from Mina's head, pooling down to the growing heat in her lower stomach.

Fuck... She tastes so... Good. It was all so dizzying, so overwhelming. Her intoxicating scent... Her soft lips... Her searing touch.

It took all that Mina had to kiss back and stay upright, but when she feels Tzuyu's hands explore her body, from the mounds of her breasts, to the curves of her hips, all the way down her exposed thighs... When she feels Tzuyu grind her hips slowly against hers... She had the vague thought that maybe, she might actually pass out, right here in front of their doorstep.

Thankfully, Tzuyu tucks Mina's legs up to her waist and lifts her up, bringing her across the hall and into a room without breaking the kiss. When Tzuyu shoves her down onto the bed, it registers in Mina's mind where exactly her younger lover had taken her.

It was her and Chaeyoung's room, she was on top of their bed. N-no... please not here.

As if she could read Mina's mind, Tzuyu smirks. She quickly takes off all her clothes and throws them away somewhere before eagerly diving back in.

"Like what you see, unnie?~"

All manner of protests died within seconds as Tzuyu trailed open mouthed kisses along the length of Mina's jaw, down to her porcelain smooth neck and collarbone. "Uhh... T-tzu~ uhhhmmm..."

Her hands rake along the toned expanse of the younger woman's back, marveling at how each curve and muscle ripples beneath her fingertips.

Her mind was in utter disarray. Every kiss, every breath, makes her mind draw blank. The feeling of their bodies pressed firmly against each other makes Mina want more...

No... It makes her need more... and so she wantonly bucks her hips, seeking some sort of friction.

Ever so attentive, Tzuyu takes note of Mina's body language, shifting to slide a leg between the older girl's. Experimentally, she rocks forward into the girl beneath her, and the resulting jolt of pleasure makes Mina dizzy with arousal.

Wanting to feel even more, Mina needily whimpers. She bucks her hips up again, harder this time, and with a desperate moan, starts to grind against Tzuyu's thighs.

But Tzuyu is not having it.

Grasping Mina's wrists, she pinned the desperate wife's arms down onto the bed, smirking as she shakes her head. "Mmm~ bad girl..."

Tzuyu's husky voice made Mina's pussy gush. She grinds her thigh hard against Mina's clothed center, causing the older girl to freeze and let out a needy whine, startled and very much turned on by the younger's display of dominance.

She feels Tzuyu's smirk widen against her neck before sucking on her pulse point once more, this time hungrier that the last. She sucks hard enough to leave a mark, making Mina hiss and moan as she digs her nails into Tzuyu's back. Then, Tzuyu whispers, into Mina's ear, each breath sending shivers from Mina's spine down to her very core.

"Mmm... I'm in charge here unnie. I'm going to take you right here... on your bed with Chae. I'm gonna make you think of me everytime you're with her, and by the end of this day, I'll make you forget her name."

H-how cruel...

And yet, Mina's legs open a tad bit wider, her arms draw Tzuyu even closer, and her panties get so much wetter. What should have been "Please, not here, not like this..." became,

"Mmm~ Make love to me Tzu..."

Tzuyu smiles, knowing full well she has Mina under her control. Smoothly she removes Mina's nightgown, leaving her only in her black laced bra and panties.

She gulps as the moonlight strikes Mina's fair skin, exposing her in all her ethereal beauty. Her face was flushed a bright ruby red. Her eyes, while half lidded was just as enticing. Her chest heaves heavily up and down, matching the rhythm of her breathless gasps.

Unable to resist, Tzuyu lunges forward once again, sucking along Mina's neck, the scent of Jasmine filling her senses. Mmm~ she smells so good. She makes her way lower, down to Mina's bra clad breasts, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Savoring the moment, she slowly runs her lengthy fingers across Mina's heated skin, quickly followed by gentle nips that make the Japanese girl gasp and close her eyes. When she arrives at Mina's clothed breasts, she glances up, a silent question in her eyes.

Mina simply nods once, wantonly arching her chest up. With her consent, Tzuyu then lowers her head, tongue darting out to lick at the valley between Mina's breasts as she reaches around to unclasp the older girl's bra. She smoothly undoes the hooks and throws it away, revealing Mina's perky breasts in all its glory.

Mina covered her breasts and looked away, her cheeks blushing a shy crimson. She was a little bit self conscious of her figure, her inner thoughts comparing herself to Sana. However, those thoughts soon became meaningless.

"You're beautiful Mina-yah. Never think otherwise." The tenderness in Tzuyu's voice made Mina's heart skip a beat. Tzuyu then cups her cheeks and kisses her tenderly. "Show me... Please~?"

Mina bites her lips shyly as she removes her hands and bares everything to her lover.

Without preamble, Tzuyu dives down and takes a soft pink nipple into her mouth. Her mouth forms a seal as her tongue twirls cravenly around the sensitive bud, relishing in the sinful sounds that escape Mina's sweet sweet mouth.

"Uhh god~ yes Tzuyu-ah~"

With a mischievous smirk, Tzuyu takes the glistening nipple between her teeth and pulls, making Mina gasp and curse. She arches her back as she grips the sheets hard, one hand tangling against the younger's raven locks.

Smiling widely, Tzuyu plants tender kisses along the valley between Mina's breasts, each kiss searing every contact. She runs her tongue across before latching onto the other, now erect nipple.

Sucking lightly, her other hand reaches up and gropes Mina's other breast, flicking the sensitive nipples with her fingers. She twists the pink nip in tandem while her tongue works the other bud.

"Hyanh~ S-shit! Tzuyu-ah!" Mina could do nothing but throw her head back in pleasure as Tzuyu expertly worked her breasts. She feels the wetness pool down continuously, effectively ruining her panties. Christ, fuck I think she can make me cum from just this alone...

She bucks her hips in need as she cups Tzuyu's face, wordlessly directing (pleading) her to go lower

"Mmm~ Impatient are we? Fine with me..."

It sends Mina's mind reeling when Tzuyu obliges, trailing her kisses down Mina's naked chest, down her quivering toned abs, and lower.

And lower.

Sitting back on her knees, Tzuyu drags Mina's panties off, teasingly taking a sniff. "Mmm~ you smell so needy unnie. Did you want me that much?" She smirks as Mina lets out a needy whine, hiding her flushed face behind her hands. "D-don't just sniff it like that, I-Its embarrassing..."

Heh~ cute... Gently, she takes Mina by the feet, lovingly caressing them, kissing the curves and soles softly before playfully nipping at her ankles, eliciting a giggle from the older girl. "Y-yah~ I-I'm a bit ticklish there."

Are you now? Tzuyu just snickers, filing her new discovery for later on. She gives it one last nip as she then trails kisses along Mina's calves, all the while maintaining eye contact with the older girl. She smiles, seeing Mina shake slightly with every little kiss.

Tzuyu continues until she reaches the older girl's inner thighs. After giving it a squeeze and a lick, she sharply takes a bite on the supple tender flesh, eliciting a breathless gasp, a mix of searing pain and delicious pleasure, driving Mina insane with need. She mewls helplessly, hips bucking, grasping for something... anything...

"T-tzu~ ahnn~ p-please..." The younger woman's hot breath ghosting across her dripping core makes Mina shiver in anticipation, and yet she does nothing but kiss Mina's outer pussy mounds. She watches as Mina's pussy pulsate needily with each kiss, with each breath... each teasing flick.

Her eyes widen as she sees just how wet Mina's become, white hot precum practically trickling down to the bed. Fuck... she's dripping so wet for me.

"P-please... Tzuyu-ah~ don't tease me any longer, please make this needy wife cum."

Once again, Tzuyu makes the mistake of looking at Mina's expression. One look at Mina's beady eyes, her desperate gaze that screams 'please fuck me' and she relents. Her hunger for Mina devouring her reason. She plants one last kiss right on Mina's sweltering core before using her thumbs to spread Mina's pussy lips apart.

One final cheeky grin and she says Mina-chan... Itadakimasu~

She licks a long broad strip right on Mina's slit, grinning at how the Japanese girl shudders when Tzuyu's tongue flicks against her throbbing clit.

"Uhhhh~ f-fuuuuckkk~" Mina can't help the long drawn out moan that tumbles from her lips, nor the way her grip tightens in Tzuyu's hair.

Pleased with the response, Tzuyu cranes her neck as she presses her tongue deeper, burying her face till her nose brushes against the elder's clit.

Her tongue curls and darts and swirls inside Mina's hot walls, stirring up the hot precum inside. Mmm~ fuck. She tastes so sweet I swear I could eat her out all day.

"God Tzuyu fuuck! Yes! Right there baby uhhh~"

She could feel Mina's heels dig against her back, urging her closer. All the while Mina closes her soft supple thighs around her head; if Tzuyu didn't know any better, she'd think the older was trying to suffocate her. This is turning me on... Strangely enough. Heh.

With Mina's moans growing in volume, Tzuyu intensifies her efforts. She closes her lips around Mina's clit and sucks gently, making Mina throw her head back and fully submit to the younger's ministrations, head drunk with lust.

"*Lick* *Lick* *Slurp* Uhhh~ Mina unnie... you taste so good. Mmm~"

Embarrassingly, Mina found herself close to the edge already, feeling her body tense up against Tzuyu's ministrations. Fuck... already? Mmm~ god I can't help it. She's eating me so good... uhh~

Tzuyu smirks, seeing Mina squirm and tense up. She's close already? Heh. Vigorously, she flicks her tongue repeatedly against Mina's swollen clit, watching her squirm and claw and grasp and moan. Finally, she hears the words she was waiting earnestly to hear.

"T-Tzuyu, I-I'm near. Mmmh~ I'm c-cumming, c-cumming... f-fuuuck!"

In one swift move, Tzuyu breaks away from Mina's heavenly thighs (she almost didn't want to) and sits up, stopping all stimulations. She watches as a frustrated Mina whimpers, hips bucking needily against the air. "F-fuck, why?" Dripping with impatience, she reaches down to finish the job herself. That is, until Tzuyu grips her wrists tight, pinning them above her head.

Before Mina could protest, Tzuyu surprises her by rubbing her hot throbbing cock against Mina's slick entrance, coating the head with Mina's juices. "It's a bit unfair if you're the only one getting off. Ne unnie~?" Mina's excitement grew as she sees the younger girl lining up her cock, preparing to invade her hot sweltering core.

Tzuyu's eyes silently asks for permission once more, and Mina just closes her eyes and nods. She feels a little guilty as Mina hisses in pain the moment she slides her slick coated cock in, but she keeps going. She drives inside deeper and deeper, inch by inch until finally, her cock bottoms out.

F-fuucckk shes so tight... And wet. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. She could feel Mina's walls pulsing around her cock while the Japanese woman's legs wraps around her waist.

When she opens her eyes, she sees Mina's eyes flutter open as she exhales breathlessly, chest heaving as she wantonly throws her head back.

"You okay there unnie?" Tzuyu asks, her tone a mix of concern and teasing.

"Y-yeah... Mian, it's been awhile for me... Mmm~ Fuck I think I actually came a little bit." Mina cups Tzuyu's cheeks and draws her in for a kiss, partly to hide her flushed cheeks, but mostly to give her time to adjust to Tzuyu's size.

Holy shit she's so big... Fuck. I've never felt this full before. A few moments pass and she breaks their kiss. "Y-you can move now." She says shyly.

Shit... she's so fucking cute, I might not be able to control myself. With a grunt, Tzuyu rocks her hips, slowly getting used to Mina's tightness. In and out... In and out. She watches closely as Mina's face contorts in a myriad of expressions. She watches how Mina's brows furrow in mild discomfort, how her mouth hangs open in pleasure, how her body shudders in ecstacy.

She watches... And realizes, she's addicted. She's consumed by the burning desire to mess Mina up, to claim her as her own, to make Mina scream her name all night long.

Fuck it...

Tzuyu finally ups her pace, her once shallow thrusts now becoming deeper... faster... rougher... Her cock parts Mina's sweltering walls with ease, as if it's sucking her in with every thrust she makes.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"F-fuck yes! Mmm~ just like that! Uhh! Harder tzu!"

The young idol grunts as she happily obliges. She drives deeper into Mina's pussy, feeling her wet hot walls constrict around her throbbing cock. Spontsaneously, she pins both of Mina's hands above her head once more and proceeds to run her tongue flat on the japanese girl's cleanly shaven armpits.

"W-wha? N-not there Tzu! T-that place is dirty!" Mina exclaims, her face beet red in embarrassment.

With a cocky grin, Tzuyu smirks. "Liar... You're loving this aren't ya? I can feel your pussy clench and cream all over my cock you know."

Mina vehemently shakes her head in denial, that is, until Tzuyu angles her thrusts and hits her g-spot. Her breath hitches as she throws her head back, and a loud involuntary moan escapes her lips.

Tzuyu's grin widened further. "Oh? Looks like I've found your spot unnie~"

With that evil grin, Mina knew she was completely and utterly fucked... And she absolutely loved it.

One thrust became two. Then three until eventually, every thrust Tzuyu made was deliberately hitting her in that sensitive spot.

"You like that unnie? Huh?"

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Oh f-fuck! Shit! Tzuyu! Hnyah~ You're hitting my spot! You're hitting my spot baby uhhh! Fuuuckk~"

The Taiwanese beauty just smiles as she watched her unnie throw her head back and lose herself in pleasure. More... I want to make her lose herself more.

With a mischievous smile, Tzuyu takes her thumb and takes it between her teeth, sucking and wetting it with her tongue. Then, she reached down into Mina's core and rapidly flicked on her clit while she pounded her pussy into oblivion.

The resulting reaction was exactly what she was hoping for.

"Holy shit! Fuuuckkk!" In an instant, Mina's pussy clamped on her cock like a vise. Her back arched beautifully off the bed as her body squirms and spasms with every thrust. Her head was thrown so far back and yet Tzuyu was so sure her eyes were rolled up, mouth open in a silent scream.

Even still, Tzuyu didn't stop. She continued to pound Mina through her orgasm, her thumb vibrating over Mina's swollen clit all the while.

"Fuck unnie. Fucking take it! Cum on my cock like a good girl."

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Ahhhh~ Shiiit! Haah~ tried to scoot away but Tzuyu held her down tight. Fuck... I- I can't even think straight anymore... I-I'm cumming again! Fuck!

Whether she came two more times, or she just came continuously for a very very long time, Mina didn't know anymore. Her mind was damn near blank as Tzuyu's merciless pounding echoed across the entire room. It wasn't until Mina's pussy finally pushed her cock out that Tzuyu finally stopped. Spurt after spurt she came, squirting all over the sheets, even drenching Tzuyu herself.

Tzuyu bit her lip as she watched Mina ride out her orgasm, mesmerized by the sinful sight. Mina's body twitched with every spurt of cum she sprayed until finally, her taut body collapses in a heap.

All the while the maknae securely wrapped her arms around the ballerina's back, trailing a kiss or two here and there while whispering sweet things like "I got you... Mmm~ let it all out unnie... You're so beautiful like this... *Tsup*"

It took a moment for Mina to gather herself, enough to register her young lover's sweet words and light kisses. With ragged breaths, she cups her young lover's cheeks and brings her in for a torrid kiss. Their tongues danced and explored until it became too much and air was a necessity once more.

They broke apart, foreheads resting on each other. "*Huff* I almost passed out back there... You're too good at this." Mina pouted.

With a cheeky smile, Tzuyu replied, "What can I say? I aim to please princess."

Mina fights the urge to roll her eyes as she collapses onto the bed, trying her best to catch her breath. "I... *huff* I don't think I ever came that hard before. Chae couldn't even make me squirt. I'm a bit surprised that I came that much."

A few minutes pass in silence, and Mina wonders why. She looked over to Tzuyu and was surprised to see her eyes darken, her expression stern and hard. "D-did I... Say something wrong?"

In one swift move, she feels herself getting flipped over. "T-tzuyu? Wha-"

*Spank!*

The dull sound echoed across the room. A sharp sting spread across Mina's ass cheeks as she registers exactly what just happened. Tzuyu... spanked her?

*Spank!*

Another one. This time harder. The sting has spread even more. She was about to ask why when Tzuyu spoke, voice low enough to be a growl.

"Mmm~ I make you cum and squirt, and even then you're still thinking of her?"

*Spank!*

"Bad girl..."

*Spank!*

Mina barely stops a moan from spilling out as Tzuyu spanks her again. Is she... Jealous? Mina smirks.

*Spank!*

"Ahn!~" This time, Mina was unable to keep quiet. She lets out a small moan as she shudders, feeling her pussy get drenched from getting spanked.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

*Spank!*

"Bad girls like you should get punished."

Mina bites her lips and looks back at Tzuyu, back arched and ass out, a small smile playing on her lips. With a sultry voice and hazy eyes, she says,

"Mmm~ I'm sorry... Daddy~ Punish me?"

...

Tzuyu's control shattered like glass.

With a firm grip, she held Mina's hips down and thrusted her throbbing cock in one go, making Mina cum instantly.

"Ahhhn~! Daddyyy~"

This time, the tall goddess didn't wait. She thrusted into Mina's pussy with reckless abandon. Her pace violent... rough... delicious...

"Hahn~ fuck yes! mmm~ just like that... Uhhh~ fuck me deeper daddy!" Mina could feel her mind melting as Tzuyu pounded into her. Fuck she's hitting me so deep.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Oohhh fuuuck daddyyyy~ uhh! Yesyesyes! You're fucking me soooo deep."

She could feel Tzuyu's cock hit her in places she hasn't been hit before. It wasn't long before the pulsing cockhead was knocking on the entrance of her womb.

*Spank!*

"Fuuckkk... mmmm~ more~ more daddy~ more!" Her pussy creamed as Tzuyu spanked her once again. The sloppy sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mixing in with Mina's mewls and erotic moans.

"*Growl* Tell me baby... *Spank!*Who's better huh? Who do you belong to?" Mina didn't answer. T'was as if she forgot to speak as she thoroughly enjoyed the rough pounding.

*Spank!*

"Answer me or I'll stop and just leave you here." With those words, Mina panicked.

"Hah~ No! Don't stop! Uhhh~ You're way better daddy. I'm yours~ Don't stop fucking meee~"

"... Good girl~" With a satisfied grin, Tzuyu's thrusts intensified, hitting Mina in her weak spots once again

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Fuck yes daddy! Don't stop! Fuckfuckfuck uhhh~ your cock feels so goood... So fucking gooood~"

Tzuyu had no such intention. She watched as Mina's ass rippled with every thrust, her back arching beautifully as she neared her peak. She watched as Mina's arms give out and just laid her head on the bed, hands now gripping the sheets as she fucked herself back on Tzuyu's cock, matching the rhythm of her thrusts.

*Plok* *plok* *Spank!* *plok* *plok*

"Uhh~ Daddy fuuuckk! You're fucking me up so good!" Mina's needy voice grew hoarse from all the moaning and screaming, yet she didn't care. Tzuyu's grip on her hips was slipping due to their mixed sweat, so she fashioned Mina's hair into a rough ponytail, using it to pull her up as she pounded even harder into her.

"Uhhh~ Fuck yes! Use me! Pound me! Do whatever you want to me daddy~" Tzuyu pulled on her hair a bit harder as she wrapped one hand around Mina's neck. She took advantage of the Japanese woman's flexibility, bending her backwards as she angled her head for a deep kiss.

"Ahm~ *Tsup* mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ keep fucking me daddy... I'm yours... I'm fucking yours." Tzuyu stared deep into Mina's half lidded eyes, her lover's need radiating off her quivering body in waves. Her brows were furrowed, her stare screaming More please... More... Give me more~

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

Mina's body tensed, her body taut as a bowstring. Noticing this, one of Tzuyu's hands reached around and furiously rubbed her clit, adding to the pleasure even more. The Japanese girl shook as the familiar knot in her stomach came undone. "Hnyah~ Shit! c-cumming daddy... cumming cumming cumming ahhh~"

Mina's body twitched as Tzuyu continued to fuck her through her climax. At this point, Mina's mind has stopped working. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Tzuyu plundered her insides. The whites in her eyes rolled in and out as her mouth hung open. Her arms hung limply to her sides, her body solely dependent on Tzuyu's hold.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Fucking take it babygirl. Cum all over daddy's cock!" Tzuyu's thrusts were relentless. She could feel Mina cum and cream all over her cock and still she wasn't stopping.

"Uhhh~ F-fuck I-I can't... Mm'm so sensitive. Mercy~ daddy please..." Mina squeaked in between her orgasms.

*Spank!*

"What mercy, huh? You should look at yourself and see your own face babygirl..." Tzuyu angled her head so she can see herself in the mirror.

...

Mina was smiling. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were hazy and beady, her body shaking against Tzuyu's hard thrusts. She was wearing that utterly fucked out expression but... She was smiling.

Hah~ This is... me... I love it... I don't ever want it to end.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

That day, in that position, Mina came more times than she bothered to count. More than Chae ever made me cum... It was only until Tzuyu's arms burned from holding up Mina's body weight that she let go, gently letting Mina fall forward into the bed, twitching from the overload of cumming too much.

"*Huff* *huff* S-sho good... Daddy~... *Huff*"

Tzuyu leaned over, pinning Mina's body against the bed with her weight. "Check again babygirl... Daddy hasn't cum yet."

Mina's eyes widen in horror as realization set in. Fuck.Her gasp turns into a soft moan as the taller woman's cock, slick with Mina's cum, presses between the cheeks of her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you like this," Tzuyu snarls, her cock energized by the prospect of ravaging the helpless, prone Japanese woman beneath her. "I'm going to fuck you till I cum again and again. And baby girl is going to like it."

"Mmmm~ D-daddy~" Mina purrs in turn, she turns her head to keep her mouth above the now-rustled bed sheets.

With one hand, Tzuyu shakily reaches for her cock, slipping it between her lover's legs. Mina spreads her thighs as best she can - allowing Tzuyu entrance to her sloppy pussy. The head pushes between her lips, and with one hard thrust, Tzuyu's cock fills her to the hilt.

"Oh fuck daddy! Daddy~! Uhh~" Mina gasps breathlessly. This position has Tzuyu hitting her deep. So deep that she feels her womb getting knocked up. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her lungs, and she could feel her brain turning into mush once more. Fuck... She's really intent on fucking me stupid. Uhh~ I can barely think of anything anymore.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

Tzuyu plows into her mercilessly, fucking her into the mattress, her body bouncing against the bed with each thrust. Her ass ripples with every impact of Tzuyu's hip. She drove her cock into Mina's tight hot pussy with feral intensity, making her pussy squelch and cream endlessly.

"Fuck daddy~ you're so big and deep inside me. Ahh~ Ahh~ you're stretching my tight little pussy out~" She mewls, her words nearly getting drowned out by the wet sound of Tzuyu's hips clapping Mina's ass and the violent creaks of the bed frame.

"That's right baby. I'm gonna fuck your pussy so hard I'll mold your insides perfect for my cock. *Tsup* Chae won't even fit inside you when I'm done." Tzuyu grunts.

"Uhh~... Fuck me harder daddy Mmm~ Ooh~ ... As hard as you want~ You own me~ my body is yours! All yours~ fuck me- stretch my tight little pussy open ~ fuck right there fuuuuuckk~"

Tzuyu grins at Mina's words. She'd finally broken her, claimed her body in it's entirety. Spurred by this sinful fact, the young woman raises her hips, angling to hit the very depths of Mina's core. She grasps the back of her lover's head, pushing Mina's face roughly against the mattress.

"Fucking take it, baby. Take my fucking cock!"

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Mmmm~ ohh~ fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mina's moans were muffled, yet still so fucking needy. Her head is barely afloat above the sheets. Her hands clutch and claw, grasping for anything on the bed as her breaths become ragged and shallow. She calls on Tzuyu's name like an obscene mantra, and every call is answered with a fine thrust into her wet warm cunt. Subconsciously, Mina crosses her legs, making it all the more tighter for Tzuyu's cock.

"Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter baby... Mmm~ so tight for daddy. Like you're milking my cum dry. Is that what you want, huh? For daddy to cum inside you?"

*Spank!*

"Yes daddy~ C-cum inside me! Fill my fucking pussy up. Knock me up daddy~ Please!~ ooohh~ Breed me! Breed me daddyyy~" The hand on Mina's scalp grasps a fistful of her hair and pulls her upwards. As the Japanese woman gasps for air desperately, her insides squelches at the mere prospect of getting creampied. The consequences never even crossed her mind as she let out a long hoarse groan.

"D-Daddy~ s-so goood... I-I'm about to cum... D-daddy~ uhh~ I-I'm cumming! cummingcummingcumming shit Ahhhhh~" With a silent scream, Mina came. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her back arching elegantly like a ballerina. Her legs quivered violently and uncontrollably whilst her toes curled deliciously from the pleasure.

"Fuck!" With one final thrust, Tzuyu buries her cock as deep as she could, and finally the knot became undone. Spurt after spurt she came, filling Mina's womb and painting her walls white with thick ropes of her hot spunk. Her cock twitches and spasms as Mina's pussy pulsates, intent of milking every drop she had.

The next few moments felt like an eternity as Tzuyu unloads everything she has to an utterly fucked out, twitching Mina. Minutes felt like seconds until finally, the Taiwanese beauty withdraws her flaccid cock, utterly spent and drained. Her cum dripped freely from the thoroughly used cunt, the amount proving too much. She then collapses by Mina's side, cuddling her as their breaths synced with each other.

C-cum.. ~ S-So much cum... So... so good~

The last thing Mina sees before she passes out is a picture of her and Chae on top of their nightstand.

Mian... I... Don't think I'll be able to come back to you after all. She's just... too good.

Gomen ne... Next Chapter: 1-6 Mina Arc; More, More, More... (TBC)

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Final Fantasy XII, Ashe, Vayne, "Us V.S. Them" Mentality, and What Makes a Hero

Something I really love about FF12 is that beyond the whole "free will" plotline that underscores basically every FF game, it actually has something else to say. And it gets pretty specific with it in a way that not many other media I've seen is willing to properly explore: the extremely thin line between hero and villain.

Possibly due to the disaster that was its development, Final Fantasy 12 was able to get extremely specific with its themes and messages, and the rush that occurred when a second team came in to finish for an entirely different team may have allowed for most of this to make it to the final game. It's also ridiculously topical and hits a modern problem on the nose—"Us Vs Them" Mentality, and the oversimplification that follows. This is something that I've only ever seen Terry Pratchett attack so violently.

The villains are not villains. They are people, like us. But more than this, they are only villains because of how they do things. But more than that...

The heroes are not heroes. They are people, like us. But more than this, they are only heroes because of how they do things.

In the eyes of a wider plotline, Vayne might have been the hero if not for his methods. This is made clear from the get-go. He's freeing man from the control of the Occuria, after all. He's fighting God—something you always do in the Final Fantasy games. What's worse, he was raised in a situation where his ruthlessness was not just an asset, but a necessity. He'd disposed of his elder brothers, and endeavored to build a world where Gods and Emperors did not dictate the movement of man—only him. It is, in my humble opinion, a response to excessive trauma from a young age. He is a brilliant character, beloved and loathed for his ability, and he is not arrogant about it.

Meanwhile Ashe is the last remaining descendant of Raithwall and seeks her country's freedom. Her characterization could have ended there and the audience would have been satisfied. Except it didn't.

She was angry. Arrogant. Uptight. She made rude assumptions about the people around her. And then...

Then Ashe decided to use the Nethicite.

And after her declaration, the first person to speak is the lowliest in standing of all in the room—a boy who'd seemed unimportant from the very start, who she'd degraded practically on sight. He'd been the most impacted by the war out of all of them; a boy who has had little to say up until this point besides seemingly shallow statements about theft, independence, and revenge.

"You even know how to use it?"

Vaan's words cut through the moment, changing the vibe instantly before Fran can take the scene. It's a good point, and highlighted a critical flaw in Ashe's thinking until that moment.

She doesn't. In a literal and figurative sense, this is the core of the entire story of Final Fantasy XII—Ashe does not know how to wield Nethicite. Not just as a weapon, but as a weapon.

There is rebellion. There is freedom-fighting. Then...

Then there's mass murder of civilians.

One of these things is not like the other.

But Ashe doesn't even see civilians. She's angry at Archadia as a whole for some reason—likely because they were "complicit" during the war. She sees them as all the same, and doesn't even think of them before suggesting using the uncontrollable Nethicite. She's convinced that her people will never get along with Archadians to the point where it's a plot point. She thinks they all want revenge. And seeing what we have until that point in the story... Yeah, that makes sense.

Until it doesn't. Until Vaan—the "unimportant" character mentioned before, the one who spoke, the main character everyone seems to overlook—actively does what she needs to do before it's even spoken aloud.

He trusts an Archadian.

He makes friends.

He puts aside his rage in favor of cooperation.

And he does this so casually that it's in the background when it happens. Until Basch brings it to her attention, Ashe didn't even notice. She was so fixed in her idea of what her people would want that it never occurred to her that yeah, maybe they do want this... in a moment of rage. A moment that would pass.

A moment that would pass in favor of guilt, horror, and disgust if she used the Nethicite.

We get to see Ashe's bloodthirsty nature before any of her other traits, but for Vayne we are shown he is charismatic, intelligent, and thoughtful.

It is Ashe who is the hero.

It is Ashe who is the hero because she does not fight with blinders on. Instead, she loses those blinders in no small part due to Basch, who points things out to her, and Vaan, who literally shows her the way. Vaan loses his rage first. Vaan moves on first. There's dialog around this a few times, and plot movements as well, and it's made pretty clear that every emotional development Ashe is going through, Vaan is going through directly in front of her and without the support that she had for so long. Vaan and Ashe are so acutely similar that it's almost alarming.

Vaan hates Archadians and then he changes his mind. Vaan hates Archadia until he changes his mind. Vaan hates soldiers until he changes his mind.

Vaan hates until he realizes that hate is a symptom, and to cure the symptom you can't just repeat the circumstances that led to the problem in the first place.

The main characters—the "heroes"—very nearly become the villains of a whole other country until they decide... no. No, we're not going to do this. No, we're not going to use this. Instead, we're just going to get rid of it. We're going to get rid of the chance of anyone using this great power again. This power would end the war in a split second before it could even begin. We've got so much of it, we could rule the world.

And then they don't rule the world. They destroy the ability to rule the world, and take that power out of the puppetmasters' hands.

You don't kill the occuria.

Heck, the only person they really kill is Vayne.

There is no "us".

There is no "them".

There are just people—people like us. And we are just as capable of being those people. One wrong step, and we become the people we hate most in the world.

There is no "us" and "them". You have no way of telling if a person is a monster on the inside. There's no way to look at them and know, or talk to them and know, or work with them and know. Vayne is charming and kind and gentle when he wishes to be, yet we only see Ashe's "undesireable" qualities.

She is the hero.

Ashe is the hero because where Vayne was prepared to burn everything and everyone to the ground for the promise of a day that might not come, she was not. Vayne was a battering ram where they needed a scalpel, and her team—six people with questions and some luck—was that scalpel.

Being a hero is not about being nice. It's not about being able to make connections or read a room. It's not even about how kind you are to others with your words. It's about what power we have, and how we are willing to use it. That is what makes a hero.

#ffxii #I'm gonna stop here because if I start talking about Drace I'll be here all day.#ff12 #final fantasy 12 #final fantasy xii #text #mine

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wahh just need to get this just THIS done then i can play. gbf. n ffxiv. for a while. hopefully

#🌙.rambles #gbf i miss it so much i want to read old bonds (i missed the first time it ran) n #seeing siete on my tl i love him he's so cool bro #seox tho seox my beloved 🥺🫶🏼 n then #I MISS GBF YEAH #n ffxiv.. hdklafsjdfklsjdfkl #n final fantasy in general n them fe3h but just fire emblem in general too #n nier. i need to play nier #top 3 game series i think in no specific order r final fantasy/granblue fantasy/fire emblem/drakenier #that's not 3 but i can't pick . ff is def at the top bcs i'm familiar w like. nearly all the games.#fe is mostly 3h still :c i love the series a lot though. rlly want to get into it a lot more but it's yh one of my favs already #gbf i haven't been playing as actively but <3 really special to me too #drakenier i haven't even finished a single game but. yeah. Yeah #actually wait. add kingdom hearts actually ^^ BCS THAT'S MY CHILDHOOD 🥹 <3 #still though there's so much i don't know about ff n gbf n fe n drakenier n kh #ah. arknights is there too. i know for sure. yes. so that's like.. no specific order top 6 now? T_T #i rlly need to stop rambling though i just want to get this done .#i have no energy for this essay n script .#i want to fix my tabs n spotify playlists. i want to make more playlists. help

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After The Fall - Vincent Renzi x Reader

Summary: After the trial of the death of your husband, you struggle to come to terms with this new life and the trauma of what has happened before. Vincent Renzi, however, becomes your comfort, staying beside you the whole time. A friends to lovers fanfiction

CW: Cigarettes, Angst, fluff, obvious flirting, reader is depressed, grief, hurt and comfort, ex-husband was abusive - no mentions of it in this chapter, Vincent wants you so bad.

Chapter Four - Hangover cure.

Vincent had already been up for a while, finishing up on paperwork and cleaning here and there. He was in the kitchen when you woke up and made your way into the room. He couldn’t help but smile, a girl as pretty as you, wearing his jumper with messy bed hair, in his apartment.

“Good morning.” You say rubbing your eyes.

“Morning, Coffee?” He offers.

“Yes, please. I need it.” You both laugh before he pours you a cup and passes it to you as you sit down.

“How long have you been up?” You ask curiously.

“About an hour or so, i’m not sure. I thought i’d let you sleep in for a while.”

“Thanks, i’ve not been sleeping well recently so, i really needed that.” You slept longer last night than you have these past few weeks.

“Of course.” He smiles, “The snow still looks pretty heavy, i’d wait a bit before driving up there, just to be safe.”

You look out the window to see a blanket of thick snow coating the outside streets, you were in the city and you knew it would be even worse further out.

“Yeah, i’ll give it a couple hours. Do you have anything planned? I can leave now and find somewhere to wait if you need.”

“Don’t worry, i had nothing planned. Other than being severely hungover all day.” He jokes.

“Yeah, mines really kicking in, is it really bright in here or is it just me?”

“No, i think it is…” You both laugh again.

***************

You’d spent the last hour talking over cups of coffee, joking about last night, Vincent land you both leaning in to each other unknowingly, occasionally tapping each other softly on the knee. You hadn’t talked like this in years but it came so naturally whist you were with him.

“Do you want to know the best hangover cure?” You asked.

“Yes, what is it?” He questioned.

“Soup.”

“Soup?”

“Mhm. I can make us some if you want.”

“I’d love that.” He says before you get up and start gathering ingredients. You throw your hair up quickly, a few pieces falling onto your face.

“Do you have any lemons?” You ask, looking over your shoulder to find him lost in his own gaze. He could watch you all day, you looked so natural in the way you moved around his kitchen. His kitchen.

“Vincent?” You laugh as he finally snaps out of it.

“Erm yes, yes i do. They’re in the bottom drawer.”

***************

“That was amazing. I’ve actually never felt better Y/n. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. I told you it’s the best.” You had just finished the soup, still sat in his warmly lit kitchen. You both sit in silence for a while, it was warm and comfortable.

“I better go, now the snow is mostly melted and all.”

“Yeah, i’ll walk you to your car.”

You get up and head over to the door, pulling on your coat and shoes and grabbing your bag before pulling it over your shoulder and heading out. You’d completely forgot you were wearing his jumper.

note: Sorry this chapter is so short😭 I promise next chapter will be a lot better😉

Also, i kind of want to start writing a Spencer Reid Ff 😄

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glorianamultistan · 10 months

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i need a sangyeon male reader ff from u maybe a continuation it keeps me alive!!! ☹️☹️

Hi @innieplanet thank you for requesting and sorry it took so much time to finish it. I wrote something new and not a continuation I hope you like it.

Sangyeon x Male Reader

I do not own the pic.

Slipping down the sofa slowly, there, between the coffee table and the sofa, one could not easily tell by looking whether it was Sangyeon who was trying to hold both of them up or y/n, who in the trance of liquid kisses wasn't even aware of the slippage, trying to pull the older closer.

Both seemed to be following the same route from afar, at least that is what Sunwoo thought when he yelled at them to stop before their managers come.

Y/n was not a celebrity, just a friend; that is how Kevin introduced him to the group, but the body language between them left a lot of room to be discussed by Sangyeon with Kevin before rushing to conclusions.

As it turned out, y/n was really just a friend, with a love for delicate skinship. Kevin did all he could, hugging, kissing on cheeks and forehead and practically sticking y/n on his lap for most of his visits.

There is always an ambiance of cheerful playness when y/n is invited by Kevin to spend time with him. All the other members, especially Juyeon and Eric started liking y/n company too.

Yet, Sangyeon was always too self-aware around y/n, somehow he was always trying to understand the body language of the younger and the broken Korean he spoke.

Soon Sangyeon realised that it was not some misplaced enchantment he had with y/n; he had started liking the younger; his shy and bubbly antics, his clumsiness and all made Sangyeon want to keep the younger close to him, in his arms, and all these thoughts were making him lose his sanity.

This overwhelming feeling that Sangyeon feels every time some member comes a little too close to y/n irks him.

It happened that one day while most of the members were out on schedule, Kevin asked y/n to come to their dorm and did not mention this to Sangyeon who was the only one present in the dorm.

He saw y/n through the door camera and opened the door with a nervous smile 'Kevin is not here yet.' 'I know hyung but he said I can wait for him as he will bring a present for me.'

Both of them sat awkwardly on the sofa and Sangyeon started the conversation to keep the atmosphere bearable for the younger, somehow during the conversation, y/n shifted closer to the older and was being hugged by him.

It was just how y/n's presence worked, skinship was necessary. But then suddenly Sangyeon realised his hand was around the younger's shoulder and he looked down at y/n typing on his phone.

As he looked up, the proximity was too much, too close; the face of the younger was so clear in front of him, mesmerising. Y/n felt like he was watching a book unfold through the older's eyes, the eyelids, the lips, the face, so close.

'Y/n I really need to ask you, are you single? Are you sure none of the other members like you romantically?" Whisper, Sangyeon did nothing but whisper to not let the moment go to waste, 'No, we are friends hyung.' 'Thank god.'

And this is how the kiss was confirmed and how they were in the situation in which Sunwoo found them.

They both stopped kissing but y/n hid his face in the elder's neck as Sangyeon hugged him. 'Hyung, you really need to let him go; we can not let the manager hyung see you like this.' 'Ah! Did Sangyeon hyung finally make a move!?' Kevin entered the dorm with Juyeon and Eric.

'What?' 'Oh hyung, we have been watching you look at y/n in not-so-subtle ways, so I asked him to come over to make it easy for you.' Kevin said while going towards the kitchen.

So, it was all planned, but the other fact was that Sangyeon was just made aware that he was not subtle while looking at y/n. He looked down, y/n sitting in his lap, looking down. 'Did you know too?' 'No, I thought Kevin was joking because you are my bias.'

Let's just say that it was not going to be easy for Sangyeon to control himself anymore.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

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Percussions | MYG

Pairing: MYG x Fem!Reader

Rating: Rated-R; 🔞 NSFW

Genre: Mafia!AU; Assassin!AU; angst

Summary: Min Yoongi, a former CIA explosives expert, now works as a hired hitman. You contact him to enlist his help in exacting revenge on a family of mobsters who murdered your family years ago. Complications arise when Yoongi finds a personal connection to your case.

Warnings: depictions of violence, namely: a bomb explosion, fist fight, mentions of blood, a gun aimed at close-range; cussing; thoughts of revenge

Word count: 2.1K+

⚠️ Please bear in mind that this is a work of fiction. Still, I'm trying my best to avoid being too explicit about the crime and violence included here. Please proceed with caution! If there is any warning that I've failed to list, please tell me so and I will correct it right away. Thank you!

A/N: This was initially something I had in mind based on this Anon ask but I don't know if it really fulfills it. It sort of turned into something else.

Anyway, I don't know what I want this to be yet. I guess I'm testing the waters as this is the first time I'm trying to write in this type of genre/au. Thanks to @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for looking this over and for pushing me to add nuance to this story. I’m including you in here, too @yoongukie-ff for the overall encouragement 🥹

I hope it's good enough!

Ten years ago, Captain Min Yoongi and Colonel Kwang Chunghee were explosives specialists working for the CIA. After months of planning, they were finally ready to carry out their mission to take down a notorious drug kingpin.

However, while waiting for the car transporting their target, they were surprised to see a young girl in the backseat with him – his daughter. Yoongi instantly knew that this would complicate things and expressed his frustration with the recon team for overlooking this crucial detail.

Yoongi suggests to Kwang that they abort the mission to spare the innocent child. He points out that they have another window of opportunity tomorrow since they have the target's daily routine memorized. Kwang insists that they see it through. "We've watched this guy for months. It's now or never, Min! We need this guy dead, or it's our asses on the line.”

Yoongi hesitates, standing his ground and refusing to harm any innocents.

"As your superior, you need to proceed with the mission, Captain!" Kwang barks at him.

"But what about the girl?" Yoongi argues.

"Fuck the girl!" Kwang yells, ignoring Yoongi's pleas. "She is collateral damage. Now, I repeat, you will proceed with the mission. That's a fucking order!"

Reluctantly, Yoongi obeys. The explosion itself goes without a hitch, but it kills the child in the process.

Yoongi is devastated by the child's wrongful death but brushes it aside. It's all part of the job.

As he walks back toward their vehicle, Kwang ambushes Yoongi by slamming him against a sharp corner of the truck, where he sustains injuries to his face.

“Don’t you dare fucking go against my orders again, Min! I taught you everything I know–and you dare question my authority?” He shouts.

Yoongi, angered by the unprovoked attack, tries to fight back but Kwang pulls his gun on him. He instinctively puts his hands up, his right eye blinded by the blood dripping into it. Must be an orbital fracture.

“Are you going to kill me too, Colonel?”

Kwang smirks. “You’re a specialist, captain. You deserve worse.” He kicks Yoongi in the stomach, making him lose his balance. He points his gun at him again. “I’ll tell the Major General that you tried your best but made a tactical mistake so I had to finish the job for you.”

In his anger, Yoongi makes a grab for the gun. Kwang is caught off-guard, lost in his ego trip, and is outmaneuvered easily.

Yoongi attacks Kwang savagely. “You like watching them die, don’t you? You sick fuck!” He continues to beat him to a pulp. “That’s not what we stand for!”

“Admit it,” Kwang laughs, “You like it, too.”

“My job is not who I am, Colonel. I just happen to be good at it. But you?” He shook his head. “You need to be stopped!”

Yoongi finally backs off and leaves Kwang bloodied and bruised. He takes the first flight out to return home. Upon his arrival, he resigned and reported Kwang's actions to their superiors and the ethics committee. Kwang was subsequently discharged from service.

Yoongi is still troubled by memories of his last mission, despite his efforts to move on. The thought of the child's death continues to haunt him and he feels guilty for what happened. Kwang's words have also left a deep impact on him and he struggles to forget them. He knows he did the right thing by reporting Kwang's actions, but sometimes wonders if he could have done something differently during the mission.

Going into his assignment, he knew difficult decisions would have to be made. All he wanted was to serve his country and protect innocent lives, even if that meant sacrificing a few bad ones.

Perhaps the end did justify the means.

******

Years later, Yoongi lives a solitary life.

He works as a freelance hitman. Some days, he is still haunted by the ghosts of his past. He doesn’t enjoy what he does for a living but the fact was, he was very good at it. Even with an honorable discharge, the pension was shit.

He found an untapped market for his skills and it’s proved to be very lucrative.

Desperate people contact him through an encrypted, closed-circuit online system that caters to assassins and mafia lords. Yoongi specializes in “tailoring” his explosions; building and planting bombs that blow up only the intended target while leaving innocent bystanders unharmed.

But he only takes the cases that interest him.

He fires up his laptop and logs into his personal server, entering a code to access it. It had been months since he last checked his messages. He was losing interest in the business and slowly starting to back away from it.

There were a handful of notes waiting for him, including a few from the same person. The latest one had just come through minutes ago, reading: "Please. Free me from this."

He practically knows your screen name by heart based on your previous online exchanges. He was intrigued by your initial posting and responded to gain some basic information. During his independent investigation, he discovered that not only was there an emotional connection between you and the targets, but their known associates made him mark the job as a red flag. He decided to skip your next few messages and instead moved on to another job that seemed simpler.

Now that he's back, he could clearly see how persistent you still were.

While pondering what to do next, he switches to another open tab on his screen, which shows the current funds he has amassed.

Nine figures. That is above and beyond any amount he has ever had in his possession. He should be content with it. He could cash out and disappear. All he has to do is shut his laptop down and run the self-destruct 'eraser' installed in it to wipe it clean but that was too easy.

The messages you sent to him were desperate and frantic…because you were.

They say you’re the best. Name your price.

I want them dead.

I’m ready to give you all of my money, just help me.

One thing about Yoongi is that, although he is practical and realistic, he’s unafraid to push the envelope. Part of that is due to his ego, and the fact that he is good at what he does. His colleagues in the military said so, and all of his clients in the criminal underworld say the same.

His eyes fixate on the "call" icon on the screen. His cursor hovers over it, hesitating. He never calls any of his clients unless there is a problem with the job or payment, both of which are rare occurrences. He prides himself on always getting the job done and receiving prompt payments.

"What the heck," he says to himself. He’s bored, and he could do the job with one hand tied behind his back. Besides, the money could pad his wallet a bit more.

Finally, he clicks on the call icon. He waits as the line trills on the other end.

After two rings, you answer. “Hello?”

Surprised by the sound of your voice, which is soft and calm, he takes a moment to respond. It’s the opposite of the agitated tone in your most recent message.

“Are you there?” You ask softly, increasing the volume in your encrypted app.

“I’m here,” he finally says. “I just saw your messages.” He lied. He had seen your messages before. He just chose to ignore them in hopes that you’d move on but you just wouldn’t let up.

“I apologize for calling you late at night.”

“No problem at all. It’s not like I sleep these days anyway,” you reply. “Does this mean that you’re picking up my contract?”

He pauses again before answering as if considering his words. Perhaps he thinks you'll take the hint if he's more straightforward. "I don't think I'm the right person to do this for you," he finally says.

You almost whine, "Why not? I think you're exactly the person who can get the job done for me."

He smirks. "And you believe that blowing these people up is the key to your revenge? Why not go to court?"

"The courts are on their payroll," you deadpan.

He pokes his tongue against his cheek and tries to offer an alternative. “I know some other guys. Trained snipers—“

“No,” you say curtly. “Bullets,” you sigh, “...can be imprecise. I’ve waited too long and put up too much money just to miss. I want insurance. I want them to suffer as I suffered.”

This wasn’t a new sentiment for Yoongi. He’s picked up contracts ranging from business squabbles to someone who just wanted to intimidate a rival. It was all very cut and dry.

He wasn’t much for personal vendettas. Too messy.

“I hear you can control your explosions.” You say. “They say that you can shape your charges, create shells to restrict the range—“

“That’s an oversimplification of a very complex and intricate process.” He interjects.

You smile into the phone. It seems you struck a nerve. “Explain it to me then,” you coax him.

“People don’t usually want to hear all that. They don’t care for the details.” Nobody wanted to listen to him wax poetic about different types of detonation cords.

“But I want to hear it. Plus…I like the sound of your voice,” you say smoothly.

“Hm,” he chuckles. “Flattery won’t make me reveal my trade secrets to clients.”

Confidence growing, you say, “Oh, I’m your client now?”

His screen quietly pings with your exact coordinates. He could very well hang up at this moment to let you know that he wasn’t interested in the job. And yet, there was something about you that made him want to stay on the line.

Yoongi leans his head back. He has amassed more than enough money from previous contracts to buy a generous plot of land in the middle of nowhere and retire there. Completely disappear. The urge to quit has been coming up more often.

But today, he would resist that urge again. Deciding to play coy, he says, “Give me some more time to think about it. I’ll call you back.”

“When?” You ask eagerly.

"I'll send you a message on the server an hour in advance so you can expect it," he says.

As he prepares to hang up, in an act of desperation, you blurt out, "That's not good enough! I need something more reassuring. Is it the money? Do you want more money? I have it!"

"It's not the money—"

"I can help you!"

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"We can work together."

He scoffs. You really are desperate. "I don't need a partner." He always works his contacts solo. He doesn't want to babysit anyone, much less split the paycheck.

"I have an 'in'."

"What do you mean, you have an 'in'?"

Now he's interested. You smile to yourself.

Your target is the most powerful family in the city. Breaking into their inner circle won't be easy, as they have deep, intricate connections. Even the most calculated assassins wouldn't dare cross that line.

But you've spent more than half of your life preparing for this, investing countless hours in planning and scheming. All you need now is a triggerman, and not just any triggerman—you want somebody who can annihilate your enemies.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you tease him, holding back your pocket aces until he calls your wager.

"Listen," he says impatiently, "I don't have time for games."

"You think I'm playing a game?" you laugh humorlessly. "This is so much bigger than that. These people made the mistake of letting me live. I'll make them regret it."

Your agitation continues to build up. You've been in contact with him for nearly a month now, not counting the time he was offline. He was the only one who responded to messages after revealing your intended target. You don't want him to ghost you again - you're so close! You need him. You soften your tone and push your luck again. "Please. Is there anything I can do to seal this deal? Maybe we can meet?"

"I don't meet," he cuts you off, his finger absently grazing the scar over his eye. He glances at the timer on his screen and sees that he's been on the phone with you for nearly two minutes. He makes a mental note to reconfigure his network scrambler once he ends this call. "And I'm already breaking my rules by calling you," he says wryly, but you're still not about to let him off the hook.

"So why then? Why even call me? Why string me along?"

After a few beats, he says, “I was curious to find out what you sounded like.”

“And?”

Yoongi was never one to back down from a challenge. One last job, he thought. And maybe, once he’s eliminated these targets, he could have some of that peace and freedom that you yearned for.

“Turns out, I like your voice, too.”

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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Can you do a Draco fanfic , where the reader is a part of the golden trio (or quartet) I mean like she/he/they are best friends with them and hang out with them . So obviously Draco hates/ makes fun of her/them . So once Draco said something about her mother (dead mother) which caused her to have a panic attack. And Draco tries to calm her down . That's when he notices her self harm marks . He stops messing around with them( the golden trio/quartet). And soon enough they ( Draco and reader) fall in love and make it a fluffy ending please. I would be so happy if you write one like this . I'm going through some self harming process . I just kinda need comfort from my comfort character. Btw I like your ffs so much 💚

Because that´s what you do when you love someone

Warnings: mentions of death, self-harm and panic attacks

A/N: I know that these topics are really sensitive, so please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with any of these or if you think it might trigger any kind of intrusive thoughts or impulses. If you are struggling with any of these themes please consider seeking help from others (if you don´t already do), maybe a person of trust, a psychologist or some other kind of assistance. Live can be really rough sometimes and there is nothing wrong with asking for help. There are people out there who love you and care about you and if you are doubting this consider this text as a sign that I do care about you.

Also, I´m aware of the fact that fics like this might romanticize different forms of struggles that might appear due to serious health problems. So, if you are reading this fic, please remember that it unfortunately takes much time and effort to work on those things and really isn´t something fun or desirable.

So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy this fic!

You couldn’t help but grin as you watched Ron smiling at Hermione sweetly, trying to lull her in. And it worked. Hermione rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, she grabbed Ron´s half-finished homework and started to proofread it. Even though she tried to hide it, you could see the small grin on her face, as well as the rosy flush on her cheeks as Ron told her -like he had done so many times before- that Hermione was his lifesaver, and he would never say a single bad thing about her ever again.

Harry, who was sitting right beside you, watched the scene as well with an amused look on his face. You exchanged a meaningful glance with your friend. Since Ron had broken up with Lavender, Hermione and he were even closer than before and you highly suspected that it wouldn’t take the two of them too long to finally admit their feelings for one another, not only to you or Harry but to each other. There was nothing more you could wish for for your friends than them finally putting wood behind the arrow.

But the peaceful scene was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcomed observer. And he did not only observe but also intervened.

“That´s really pathetic, even for you, you know that Weaselbee?”, the haughty voice of Draco Malfoy sneered through the Great Hall. “I mean, I always knew you´re not the brightest star in the sky, but letting your homework be done by a mudblood? That´s even beneath your dignity. And that really says something.”

“Shouldn’t it be beneath your dignity to talk to people like us then?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

You weren’t in the mood for Malfoy´s snarky remarks and also weren’t willing for him to destroy the comfortable atmosphere at your table. But it was by now already too late.

Malfoy looked at you, for a moment you thought you had seen some amusement in his grey eyes, but then his face hardened again.

“C´mon (Y/n). Even Malfoy knows that in the end, he´s nothing better than us. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

“At least I´m not as stupid as Weaselbee and in need to get help from a filthy mudblood. You really are a perfect couple aren’t you?”

You could see Ron´s face redden at Malfoy´s words and feel Harry tensing next to you. But unlike the boys, Hermione wasn’t that easy to provoke.

She laid her hand on Ron´s calmingly before she turned around to Malfoy.

“At least Ron cares about his schoolwork. Unlike you from what I´ve heard.”

You saw Malfoy´s cheeks slightly redden. Hermione was right, the grades of the Slytherin boy had actually dropped drastically in the last few months, even if you couldn’t explain to yourself why. Harry had his own theories about it, but you highly doubted that any of them were right.

However, Hermione seemed to have touched a sore spot, because Malfoy hesitated for a second before he huffed: “As if a mudblood could value that.”

Then he turned on his heels and strutted away in the other direction.

“That was brilliant Hermione!”, you grinned.

Your friend smiled humbly.

“It was just Malfoy.”, she responded.

“Still bloody amazing.”, Ron assented you.

And as you noticed how he squeezed her hand tightly, your smile only grew wider, trying to ignore the stinging in your stomach, telling you that, no matter how happy you were for your friends, you were longing for that kind of closeness as well.

The smile on your face faded the second the door of the bathroom closed behind you. You had no idea how you had even made it till here without showing any signs of how you were actually feeling. The last days had been stressful, but you had told yourself to suck it up.

Until you couldn’t anymore. It had been just a small remark, nothing serious, that had made your world start to crumble within seconds again. And from that moment, all your thoughts had been about this. About finally being alone again. Having no one near you, who would be able to watch you. Or judge you.

Your breath was flat, but you tried to force yourself to inhale and exhale deeply and slowly, as your fingers were fumbling with the zipper of the small bag. When you had finally managed to open it, your hands quickly closed around the small object, that your thoughts had been racing around in the last hour. It felt heavy in your hands, heavier than it actually was. As if the weight of the guilt you felt was lying within your hand as well. You knew it was wrong, you knew you would regret this the moment your mind would clear off again. But now, through the blurry haze in front of your eyes, this was the only thing you felt you were able to do to stop the stumbling of your heart and the dizziness that filled your mind.

The metal felt cool against your skin. As you increased the pressure, your breath slowed down immediately, your thoughts stopped running, making place for a strange fascination and calmness that always crept into your mind, the moment you felt a slight stinging rushing through your body. It wasn’t enough yet, not nearly, but just the feeling of the blade against your skin was a beginning. Now, all that was missing was the fluent movement of your hand clenched around the object and you would….

A knock on the door made you flinch.

“(Y/n)? Are you in there?” It was Hermione´s voice.

“Yeah. I am.” Your voice sounded strange, not as if it was a part of you.

“Are you okay?”

Obviously she noticed.

“I´m okay. Just give me a second.”

Your grip tightened. Yes. You would be okay. Just a few more seconds and everything would be just fine again.

Even though you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Shit, shit, shit!”, you mumbled through gritted teeth.

You had forgotten your homework for Professor McGonagall in your dorm and had to go back and get them. But even though you had your homework now, you still wouldn’t be able to escape the wrath of the lovely but very strict head of your house, because you were supposed to sit in her classroom for at least five minutes by now. But due to your detour, you weren’t, but instead still rushing through the sheer endless corridors of the castle.

You could feel the grip of your sweaty hands tightening around the parchment. Why in the name of Godric everything had to go wrong these days?

It had to indeed. Because just as you sprinted around a corner, you bumped into someone. The books and parchments you held in your hand fell to the ground.

“Sorry I…”

You stopped your apology immediately, as you realized who you had bumped into.

“For Merlin´s sake, is there anything you aren’t able to ruin (Y/l/n)?”, he hissed as he stared down at you with cold eyes.

“Could ask you the same.”, you mumbled.

You didn’t dare to look away, didn’t dare to show any sign of weakness to the boy in front of you.

“Do you even know how annoying you are to anyone else around you?”, Malfoy said.

“I can only repeat. I could ask you the same.” You smiled at him sweetly, even though it didn’t reach your eyes. But it didn’t matter. Both of you knew that it wasn’t intended to be a genuine one.

“Salazar, no wonder your mother dropped dead. I wouldn’t be able to stand your presence every day as well.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I beg pardon?”, you asked, staring at the boy in disbelief.

There was no way he had just said what you thought he did. Even Malfoy wouldn’t dare to not only mention this topic but also have the audacity to blame you for what had happened.

But the Slytherin just raised an eyebrow and looked at you unimpressed. You could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he said: “I think you heard me very well (Y/l/n). Or do you really want me to repeat it?”

Malfoy was still returning your gaze, not blinking once.

His words were echoing in your head, forming new sentences all over again. But they all said the same. It was your fault. Your fault and yours only.

You felt a familiar tingling in your fingertips, wandering through your hands and arms, spreading down to your legs, until the numbness had overtaken your entire body. It felt like your world was slightly tilting sidewards. The only thing keeping you on your legs, making you not try to hold on to something was the fact that you knew that it was all in your head. That didn’t mean that your legs wouldn’t give in any second, but you had to resist the feeling. At least until you were somewhere safe. And right now that meant any place where Malfoy wasn’t.

You tried to breathe in deeply and locked your eyes with Malfoy´s. Your vision was blurry, but somehow you still managed to keep up the eye contact for a few seconds.

“Fuck you.”, you whispered.

Then you turned around and walked away, swaying slightly.

And when the blond boy saw how your hands clenched around the hem of your blouse and that your belongings were still splattered all over the floor, without you even noticing it, he realized that this time, he might had gone too far.

The cool air calmed down your nerves a bit, but by far not enough. You had huddled yourself together in a corner of the courtyard, that was, thanks to the cold weather and the fact that everyone was by now supposed to be at class, deserted.

You barely remembered how you had even gotten here. You were just thankful you had done so before your legs had given in.

Now you were sitting on a bench with your legs pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, biting your lip hard until you could taste the blood. You were still shaking vigorously and the tingling in your limbs still hadn’t passed. By now, you just felt exhausted and weak, but your mind just didn’t listen to you, forcing your body to continue pressing its limits. The scream that was dying to escape your throat was muffled by you pressing your mouth against your forearm. Your eyes were squeezed shut.

“(Y/n)?”

Your body tensed even more. Not him. Not now.

You tried to straighten up, but you were already in too deep. You couldn’t act as if everything was just fine by now, even if Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of you.

“Are you alright?”

Stupid question. Did you look like you were alright?

“I… shit, if I´ve gone too far…”

If he had gone too far? He had for sure.

“I mean… fuck, I´m sorry.”

You just nodded, not daring to look up at him. All you wanted was Malfoy to disappear as fast as possible, but for some reason, the boy didn’t make any effort to leave.

“Can I… Can I do anything for you?”

Somewhere, deep down in your mind, you were surprised about his offer, but your mind was still too dizzy to actually care about.

“Just leave.”, you choked out, hating your voice for sounding so vulnerable.

“I don’t… You really don’t look good. Maybe we should get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You just gave Malfoy a short shake of your head.

The boy sighed and looked down at you helplessly. He had no idea what was going on with you and how he could help you. All he knew was that it was his fault. And that he had to make up for it now.

Malfoy stepped closer to you. But only when he sat down next to you and tried to lay his hand on your shoulder, you reacted, but not in the way he had hoped for.

As you felt his touch, you quickly shied away from it, your gaze flickering up at the boy before fixing on the ground. It wasn’t even the fact that it was Malfoy who was trying to calm you down, it was the fact that someone tried at all. At this point, you just couldn’t stand any kind of closeness, neither emotional nor physical. And the fact that he was trying to comfort you like that, made you realize that he was involved in the situation in both ways.

Malfoy started another attempt and patted your back awkwardly, but when you shied away again and he could see tears filling your eyes as you glanced up at him, he gave up. The blond boy shifted a bit closer to you, not close enough to actually touch you, but you could still feel his presence next to you. And that was enough to make the tears start to fall.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, Malfoy by your side. Neither of you said a word. But slowly, the tears stopped falling again and the tremoring of your hands eased, as well as the tension that had riled up your body.

As your mind slowly started to clear off, you immediately regretted the fact that you had shown yourself so vulnerable in front of the one guy who was most likely to use it against you. But this was a topic for another day. By now, all you wanted to do was get to your dorm and crawl into your bed, falling into the sweet nothing of sleep. You would get to Professor McGonagall later that day to apologize for missing the lesson. You would probably tell her that on your way to class, you suddenly felt unwell, or that you had some headache. Neither of those things was a lie though because your head was pounding and your throat was dry, while your mind was still feeling dizzy.

When you got up carefully, testing if your shaky legs would be able to carry your weight, Malfoy´s gaze shot up and as he saw how wonkily your walk was, he quickly got up as well, ready to help you out if you would lose your balance.

“Easy (Y/n)!”, he said, eying you concerned from the side.

“I´m fine.”, you responded.

But even if Malfoy wouldn’t have been here for the last half hour, witnessing your breakdown that made it clear that you were anything but fine, he would have noticed that it was a lie, since your voice sounded raspy and even though you avoided his gaze, he could still see that your eyes were red and puffy.

“C´mon (Y/n), we both know you´re not.”

You just shrugged your shoulders in response, not having the strength to discuss it with Malfoy right now.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, the boy asked again.

But you shook your head.

“I just want to get back to my dorm.”

“I´ll accompany you.”

But you only shook your head again.

“No need for that.”

And without waiting for an answer, you passed Malfoy and left the courtyard.

The Slytherin boy followed you with his gaze, confused by what had just happened. But the moment you turned around the next corner, he realized, why he had come after you in the first place.

“(Y/n), wait!”

You didn’t want to turn around, you really didn’t, but when Malfoy called you out a second time, you obeyed.

“What is it this time?”

You were proud that by now your voice almost sounded normal again, even though it was still a bit weaker than usual.

“Your stuff.”, Malfoy said, extending his arm with your bag and your homework in his hand. “You forgot them in the corridor when you… when I…” He fell silent again.

You let out a joyless laugh.

“When you blamed me for the death of my mum?”

“I… Merlin, I´m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to. That was wrong. Even I should have realized that.”

You sighed and tried to smile, but it looked rather wry.

“Don’t worry, you´re not the first person to do so.”

When Malfoy looked into your eyes, he realized that the pain about what had happened went much deeper than he had thought. And that this was about much more than a stupid comment from him, behaving like the idiot he was.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”, he asked suspiciously.

“Nevermind.” You sighed again. “So, will you give me my things back now?”

Malfoy nodded and extended his hand once more.

“Thanks.”, you said, giving him a small smile as you received your belongings.

As you did so, the sleeve of your robe slightly rode upwards, allowing the view on your forearms.

It took Malfoy a second to realize what he had just witnessed. You on the other hand reacted immediately, quickly grabbing your things, before pulling your robe back in place.

“Well, thanks again.”, you said, before turning on your heel.

But before you were able to escape the situation, Malfoy called you out again.

“Hold on.”

You froze and cursed yourself. Just when you had thought it couldn’t get worse, it did once more.

“What´s that?”, Malfoy asked, as you slowly turned around to him again.

“What is what?”, you asked, acting the innocent. By now you were far to good in this game.

“Your arm.”

“What´s wrong with my arm?”

“Pull up the sleeve.”

“What? Why should I?”

“Pull it up.”

“Why should I even listen to you? This is just ridiculous. You can´t tell me what to… Stop that!”

Because while you were trying to defend yourself verbally, Malfoy had decided on-the-spot to grab you by the wrist and pull up the sleeve himself. You squirmed, trying to make the boy let go of you, but Malfoy´s grip was firm, as his eyes were fixed on your forearm.

“What is this?” His voice was just a whisper.

“That? Oh, that´s nothing. You know, Hermione´s cat, Crookshanks…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”, Malfoy cut you off in a sharp tone, making you flinch.

“Why do you even ask when you already think you know it better?”, you responded defiantly.

“Don’t distract.”

Silence.

“Did… Did you do this?”, he asked.

Finally, you managed to escape his grip and took a step back, quickly covering the scars that were covering your arm again.

“Why would you even care?”

“Because that´s… Merlin, (Y/n), that´s…”

“What? Sick? A cry for help? Annoying? Or just unwelcome for you, because it doesn’t fit into your view of the world?”, you completed his sentence bitterly.

“No that´s not… But… I don’t understand. Why?”, Malfoy stammered.

“Is there any reason I could give you that would make you not be disgusted by me?”

Silence.

“That´s what I thought.”, you breathed. You tried to make your voice sound cold and emotionless as you continued: “Thanks for bringing me my books.” Then you turned around, but after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder once more. “Oh, and if you tell anyone, I´ll kill you. I don’t care who or why. Just don’t. It would be best if you just forget it. For both of us.”

And when you walked away, Malfoy´s gaze followed you again. But this time, he didn’t chase after you. Because for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say. But he knew he had to figure it out. Because there was no way he would forget.

“(Y/n).”

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.

“(Y/n).”

You could feel someone carefully touching your shoulder -or at least where they suspected your shoulder was located under the blanket. You opened your eyes flattery and looked up at Hermione who was looking down at you apprehensively.

“How do you feel?”, your best friend asked.

“Head still hurts.”, you mumbled.

After the incident with Malfoy a few hours ago, you had directly gone to your dorm and fell into your bed, completely exhausted. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep until Hermione had woken you up for the first time to ask you where you had been in the lesson. You had told her that you felt dizzy and had a bad headache. Your friend had believed you immediately -probably also due to the fact that you looked absolutely horrible- and had brought you some painkillers from the hospital wing, as well as a big glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. Hermione had also told you that there was no need to worry because she had informed Madame Pomfrey about your condition, who had promised to talk to Professor McGonagall about your truancy and had passed to you the word that, if you wouldn’t feel better the next morning or if the pain would get worse, you should come to the hospital wing. After that, you had dozed off again, until Hermione had woken you up once more.

Now you were looking at your friend questioningly.

“What is it?”

Hermione looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t think it will help your headache in any way. Actually, I think it will do quite the opposite.”

“Just tell me Mione.”, you sighed.

“There´s someone who wants to see you.”, she said, pulling a face.

You frowned.

“Who?”

“Malfoy.”

Your eyes widened. You felt wide awake again immediately.

“Malfoy?”

“He says he wants to talk to you. Apparently, it´s urgent.” Hermione looked like she was very unhappy with this situation, to say the least. “I wouldn’t even bother you with this, but he had told me that he would wait for you outside the common room until you get out and talk to him. That was about two hours ago and… Well, he´s still there. And he refuses to leave.”

For a second you felt the panic rising up in you, afraid Malfoy might had mentioned what had happened earlier, but you highly doubted that Hermione would talk to you like that if he would have done so.

You sighed and nodded. Slowly, you got up, testing the water. You still felt a bit groggy, but much better than a few hours ago. The only feeling comparable to this was a light hangover, which you -luckily- hadn’t witnessed that often yet.

“I´ll go talk to him in a second.”, you informed Hermione.

She frowned.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to join you?”

But you shook your head. The last thing you could use right now was your friends gaining knowledge of your… secret. You loved them endlessly, but for exactly that reason, you didn’t want them to know. You knew how worried they would be and that they most likely even put some blame on themselves. You knew the longer you waited the worse it would get, but until now you had successfully managed to suppress that thought. And right now, you had a different problem anyway. Because one person knowing was already more than enough.

When you exited the common room, your gaze settled on Malfoy immediately. He had sat down on the floor right on the other side of the corridor, his back leaning against a wall, patiently waiting.

But as he heard to door open, he looked up immediately, and as he saw you, he got up quickly and walked up to you.

Now, that your mind had calmed down again, you felt the embarrassment getting even stronger as you looked into the grey eyes of the Slytherin boy. You hated yourself for the fact that you had been so vulnerable around him earlier. But right now there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing you were capable of, was trying to minimize the damage you had done earlier.

So you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed the boy.

“What do you want?”, you spoke up.

Malfoy looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you for real?”

“Do I look like I´m in the mood for jokes?”

“(Y/n), I was worried. You just disappeared. And that just after I saw that you…”

“Don’t!”, you hissed, quickly looking to both sides, making sure no one was in earshot.

Malfoy did the same before he turned around to you again.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alright.”, he said, now in a lower voice.

“Well, I am.”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you?”

You nodded. But you could see he didn’t believe you.

“Well, for now.”, you finally admitted.

It probably wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie either.

This time, Malfoy seemed to believe you, because he slowly nodded. Still, he eyed you conspicuously anyway.

“After we… have you…?” He made a clumsy movement with his hand, but you knew what he was trying to say.

You shook your head.

“No.”

But you saw in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up for the split of a second, not long enough for Malfoy to get a closer look at the marks, but long enough to see that no fresh cuts had been added. After this, you quickly crossed your arms again, avoiding his gaze.

Malfoy didn’t say a word, but you could feel his eyes still lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you cleared your throat.

“And did you… Did you tell anyone?”, you asked in a low voice, scared of his answer.

But as you glanced up at the boy, he shook his head.

“I didn’t.”

“And will you?”

You returned his gaze carefully.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment.

“Under one condition.” You looked at him in disbelief. The boy had some nerves. Just when you had thought that he might have some kind of heart in his chest, he actually tried to take advantage of the situation. “Don’t do it again.”

His gaze was so intense that it made you feel as if it could set you on fire any second.

“What?”

“Don’t do it again.”, he repeated. “Don’t hurt yourself again. Promise me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You don’t really think it´s that easy, do you?” But the look on his face told you that he didn’t understand.” Do you think I´m doing this because I want to? Because it´s fun? For your information, it isn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But what I understood.”, you hissed.

Malfoy stayed silent. This time it was he who broke the eye contact.

As you saw him, looking to the ground, you felt slightly bad for chiding him like that. Your gaze softened.

“But I promise I´ll try.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked up at you again. A small smile appeared on his face, even though his eyes looked distrustful.

“I guess that´s all I can ask for. At least for now.”

“It is.”, you said. You returned his smile shily, before tearing your gaze apart. “I think I´ll get back now. Hermione is already worried.”

Malfoy nodded.

“Okay, well then.”

“Yeah.”, you said, shifting from one leg to another.

But just as Malfoy stepped away, ready to leave you, you spoke up again.

“It helps, you know? Eases the pain. When I… When I feel like I can´t take it anymore and I... I do it and I can feel it stinging it reminds me that I´m still alive. Gets me out of the loop. Calms me down again.”

Malfoy looked at you with narrowed eyes. Then he slowly nodded.

“But you know that this isn’t a solution, don’t you?”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. But sometimes it´s the only thing that helps.”

He nodded again.

“But… just so you know… if there´s anything I can do for you, or of you need to… talk… I´m here for you.”

This time a real smile crept on your face.

“Thanks.”

Malfoy lingered around for a few more seconds awkwardly, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, then, see you around I guess.”

“Yeah.”

And after this day, everyone who had ever known Draco Malfoy, could have sworn that someone had replaced him. He was still an annoying and arrogant prick, but one of his most protruded features had taken a surprising turn.

Because ever since the day Draco had realized how much you were struggling, he had stopped messing around with you, and for that also with your friends. Even though he was still shooting deadly glances at Harry and pulled a face in disgust when Hermione was around, he by now was able to bite his lip and hold back his snarky remarks about his most hated Gryffindors.

And when you were around, his behaviour was even more confusing to the other students. He was not only not as mean to you anymore as he had been before. No, he was even quite nice and polite to you. Obviously, Draco still wanted to keep his face and never admitted it openly, but everyone saw the small smiles he threw you, which you -what surprised everyone just as much- returned shyly and how he sometimes, when he thought the two of you were unobserved, pulled you aside, asking you how you were feeling.

Your friends were sceptical about Draco´s new behaviour though, to say the least. And what concerned them the most was his newly discovered interest in you. While Harry was convinced that Draco was following some kind of masterplan, Ron and Hermione were simply concerned that the blond Slytherin just had fun messing around with you, that he was trying to lull you in, just to break you once he would have accomplished his mission.

You had to admit that you could understand the worries of your friends for sure. Even though you knew much more about why Draco was behaving the way he did, you had been just as sceptical about his motives in the beginning. But by now, a few weeks had passed, and Draco didn’t show any interest in falling back into his old patterns. Actually, he did quite the opposite. While in the beginning, he had just sometimes thrown you some glances, raising an eyebrow questioningly, by now, he was more and more often coming up to you, not only to check on you but also just talking to you about more innocuous topics. You enjoyed the time you were spending with Draco, more than you wanted to admit. You felt comfortable and safe when he was around and you didn’t have to try to hide anything from him. And by now you had realized that even if you would try to hide certain things, it wouldn’t work out. To Draco, you were like an open book. He knew when you had a good or a bad day, he noticed how you were biting your lip or bouncing your leg when you felt uneasy, he saw the way your one hand clenched around the vulnerable forearm whenever you felt the world around you fading once again. And what he could read every single time was the way you avoided his gaze, when you had -unlike him- fallen back into old patterns again. By now, you hated it even more when this happened to you because by now you knew that you not only would disappoint other people if they would know about the way you hurt yourself, but you were absolutely sure that Draco was disappointed in you when he realized what you did once more. And any time he did and then forced you to look at him, you could see the sadness in his eyes, even though he assured you that he didn’t blame you for what you had done. By now, Draco had practically begged you several times to ask for help if you couldn’t handle it anymore on your own, but you had brushed it off every single time. You knew he was right, but still, the embarrassment and guilt kept you from telling anyone about it. Except for Draco. And even that was already helping you much more than you would have ever thought. Not only that sometimes the thought of Draco could keep your mind from drifting off too much, but also how Draco himself sometimes noticed when you were feeling down once more. And when he did, he always came up with a new idea to help you and distract you. To your own surprise, it worked more often than you would have guessed. Sometimes, when your mind began to wander and you felt the familiar tingling in your fingertips, Draco noticed and got you out of whatever situation you were just in, accompanying you outside to get some fresh air. And when there was a situation that wasn’t that easy to escape, he tried to somehow get close to you, the back of his hand slightly brushing against yours or walking up behind you, until you could feel his chest against your back, preventing you from feeling like the world was turning upside down, literally.

Over time you held more and more trust in Draco, who was by now so much more than just someone to share your secret with. Because while on bad days he was able to calm you down like no one else, on the good days, he made you laugh like no one else as well. When you were with Draco you sometimes were able to forget about the dark thoughts clouding your mind and it was hard for you to even remember why you sometimes still felt those overwhelming waves of anxiety crushing over you. On those good days, you were just thankful for the time you could spend with Draco. He made you feel heard and -most importantly- he made you feel loved. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more than you wanted to admit. Whenever you saw the smirk playing around his lips, heard silly teases leaving his mouth just as often as words of comfort, and looked into his grey eyes that always used to eye you so coldly and emotionlessness but were by now only looking at you with affection and admiration, you could feel a warmth flushing over you, you had never felt before. And sometimes you thought he might feel the same, when he smiled at you so sweetly or winked at you from the other side of the room. In those moments you swore, you couldn’t be happier.

But on some days, you still fell back into your old patterns and a familiar fog was clouding your mind once more. Sometimes Draco wasn’t around, or you were already in too deep, so you simply couldn’t fight the anxiety creeping up your body. And every time this happened, Draco watched you with a sad look on his face, secretly hating himself for failing this time and hating the world for causing such pain in you even more.

It was one of those days again. You simply weren’t able to shake off the tension that was tightening up your body and the nagging thoughts taking up more and more space in your brain. You had barely slept the night before and at breakfast, you just couldn’t get yourself to eat much. Hermione, Ron and Harry noticed it though, asking you concerned if you were okay, but by now you had just way too much experience in brushing their questions off. So you put on your mask, laughing with your friends and actually enjoying the conversation you had with them, still, you could feel your pulse quicken for some reason and your hands beginning to sweat.

And it went on like this for the rest of the day. And when you were in the afternoon hanging out with them near the lake, since it was a beautiful sunny day, the tension finally got too thick. You excused yourself and promised your friends you would probably be back in no time, before heading back to the castle. Your steps became quicker and quicker, the closer you got to your destination, sweat breaking out on your forehead.

But just as you had reached the -due to the beautiful weather completely empty- corridor leading to your common room, someone suddenly stepped in your way.

You flinched, but then you recognized him.

“Merlin, Draco, you scared me. What are you doing here?”

You tried to find your usually chatty tone, trying not to give away what you had just been up to. But over the last few weeks, Draco had become by far too good at reading you to believe you.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared down at you.

“I could ask you the same.”

“I just wanted to go to my dorm to…”

“To?”

“Get a book I forgot. I wanted to study with Hermione.”

Draco looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So, would you mind letting me pass?”, you asked, throwing the boy a -what you hoped looked carefree- smile.

But Draco didn’t show any intention to step out of the way and stared directly into your eyes.

“What book?”

“It´s for homework. Potions.”

“Which book exactly?”

“Godric, is this an interrogation?” You laughed nervously.

“Actually, it is, yeah.”, Draco responded.

“Draco, just give me five minutes to grab my book and…”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/n).”

“What? I don’t…” But as you saw the look on Draco´s face, you knew it was pointless to keep on playing pretend. You sighed. “Fine, I wasn’t going to get a book.”

“What then?”

You lowered your gaze, now looking at your shoes, crossing your arms in front of your chest as well.

“Why do you still ask if you already know?”, you responded in a low voice.

When Draco saw that you had put off your guard, his gaze softened.

“You felt bad all day, haven’t you? I´ve seen you.”

Normally, you would now crack a joke about Draco watching you so closely, but now, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked gently.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Draco´s hand brushed over your cheek, causing you to flinch. But the Slytherin didn’t get confused by it and gently placed his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look up. At first, you tried to still avoid his gaze, but when it finally met yours, you saw nothing but affection and concern lying within them.

“You don’t bother me. You never could, you know that?”, he whispered.

You gave him a short nod.

“Is there anything I can do for you now?”

You knew he was hoping that you would tell him there was something. That he could take you on a walk, go to the Astronomy tower to catch some more fresh air, or maybe just sit beside you, letting you know he was there for you. But right now, you didn’t feel like any of these things would help you calm down again. You could still hear the echo of your heartbeat loudly in your ears and your field of vision still felt narrowed. And right now you didn’t feel like anything Draco could say or do could change anything about it. The only thing that could help you was up in your dorm. Hidden in between all your other bathroom stuff.

“Just let me go.”, you said, as you took a step back, making Draco´s hand fall off your face.

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You know what I said, Draco. Just let me go. Please.” You looked at the boy pleadingly.

But Draco shook his head.

“You know I can´t.”

“You can. You have to.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I would leave you alone now? If I would let you go knowing you…” His voice broke.

“What kind of friend are you that you don’t want to help me?”, you returned.

The boy looked as if you had just punched him in the face. And as you realized what you had just said, you felt like that was just what you did.

“Draco, I´m sorry, I didn’t mean to… But I really need to… I just can´t…”

“If you´ll leave right now I´ll go and tell Madame Pomfrey.”, Draco cut you off roughly.

You froze.

“What?”

“If you´ll leave now, I´ll tell her.” Draco´s voice sounded calm but determined. He shook his head sadly. “Merlin, I should have told someone right away. I just can’t believe I have let you keep on doing this all the time.”

“Draco, you can´t…”

“I can. And I will.”

“You won´t.”

You shook your head in denial. Your thoughts were racing. The only person, you thought you could trust was now threatening to betray you. Deep down you knew, Draco didn’t mean to hurt you. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He wanted to help you, wanted to make you finally feel better again. But right now, that wasn’t how you saw the situation.

“I will (Y/n). I swear to Salazar, if you´ll walk through that door, I´ll give the alarm. I don’t care if you´ll be mad at me or hate me. If that´s what it takes, I´ll do it.”

You stared at Draco with widened eyes. The way he returned your gaze left no doubt that these weren’t just empty words.

“But you… I… I trusted you.”

Draco nodded.

“I know.”

The way he stayed so calm in this situation, angered you. He was going to make a decision that would change your entire life for you and not even ask you for permission.

“That´s extortion.”, you spit out.

“Call it what you want (Y/n). I´ll do it anyway.”

“Damn it Draco. Just leave it. That´s none of your business!”

Draco looked at you incredulously. And finally, his calm façade seemed to crumble.

“None of my business? You really want to tell me this is none of my business?” His voice was shaking as it got louder. “All of this is my fucking business (Y/n). I was there for you the entire time. I tried everything to make you feel better. Do you have any idea how that felt? Knowing that in the end nothing I ever did really helped? Well, let me tell you, it sucked. And do you know how it felt to be constantly worried about you? To be scared any time I saw you walking away because I didn’t know what would happen? What you would do to yourself once more? To anxiously wait for you every morning and every evening, every time I hadn’t seen you for a few hours, because I didn’t know what happened in the meantime? And to let you walk away on your bad days, knowing that I have failed once again. And that I knew that you would have to pay the price for it? Tell me, do you know how that feels?”

You looked at the boy with widened eyes. The pounding of your heart had become even faster. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes. You tried to swallow the lump of guilt building up in your throat, but it only became bigger and bigger. You knew what was the right reaction to this. You knew it would have been right to just give in and accept the help he was offering you. Because by now you had crossed a line you had never intended to. You had not only hurt yourself, but someone around you. Someone you deeply cared about and someone you loved with all your heart. But while you knew rationally what you had to do, your mind somehow still couldn’t accept it.

So you straightened your shoulders and returned Draco´s gaze, hoping the tears wouldn’t start to fall yet.

“I didn’t ask you to.”, you simply responded.

Draco stepped closer to you, towering you up. His chest was now almost touching yours, rising and falling heavily.

“No, you didn’t. But I do anyway. And I don’t care if you try to push me away. I don’t need your damn permission. I won´t leave. You hear me? I won´t leave you. Not before I know you´re okay. I know I can´t make a decision for you. That´s on you. You can either run off right now or you can stay. But I´ll be there whatever you decide to do. You don´t have to go through this alone.”

By now the tears actually started to fall, which made you even angrier.

“Why do you care? Why do you care what happens to me?”, you said, now raising your voice as well.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone!”, he shouted back.

It was as if time slowed down. You looked at Draco in disbelief, who was panting, face reddened by anger. He looked down at you, returning your gaze.

“Because that´s what you do when you love someone.”, he repeated in a now much lower voice.

A few moments of silence passed as you stared up into his grey eyes which were by now filled with tears as well. You couldn’t recall having him ever seen that upset before.

“Draco, I…”, you spoke up, but Draco interrupted you.

“You… you don’t have to say anything right now (Y/n). I know it´s not what… But I need you to know that I just care way too much about you to let you just keep going. I mean, I can´t just stand here and continue watching you hurting yourself like that.”

The tears in your eyes were by now running free, and a small sob escaped your throat.

And when Draco opened his arms, you gave in for the very first time, letting him hold you close, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck, still sobbing softly.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there like this, but slowly, your tears began to fade and your breath began to normalize again.

“I´m sorry.”, you finally whispered, still hiding in the comfort of his embrace,

You could feel Draco shaking his head,

“There´s nothing to be sorry about, love.”, he answered.

And when you finally dared to take a step back again, you could see Draco smiling down at you shyly. With a swish of his wand, he removed the damage the tears had done to your face. By now, only your slightly puffy eyes could make someone suspect something had been going on.

“You know what´s the most fucked up thing about this? I know you are right. I know that I… that this isn’t the way it´s supposed to be but I just... Godric I´m just so scared. And I feel so embarrassed and guilty and it´s just… I don’t know where to start. Or how to stop.”

Draco nodded. His hand caressed your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face.

“But no matter what. I´m here for you (Y/n). I´ll always be.”

You smiled at the boy wryly.

“Thank you.”

Draco mirrored your smile and pulled you close again. He placed a small kiss on the crown of your head as you inhaled the calming scent of his cologne.

“Nothing to thank me for love.”

A few weeks later, you were sitting down at the lake once more. You looked at the water in front of you and how the small waves curled on the surface. The murmuring of the waves and the swooshing of the wind softly moving the trees behind you made you sleepy.

You laid back a bit, curling up against the warm body behind you, as you rest your head on his shoulder. Some strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer. You sighed comfortably.

“What are you thinking about, love?”, Draco asked.

“I was thinking about how lucky I am.”, you responded.

“You better be, you got the most handsome boy in the school as your boyfriend.”, he chuckled.

You grinned.

“I´m surprised you didn’t say the most handsome one in the world.”

“Would have been just as right. But I didn’t want to sound too smug.”

“Oh yeah, you are not only the most handsome but also the most humble person in this world.”, you teased.

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That I´m the most handsome person in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You might be.”

“Only if you don’t count yourself in.”

“You´re adorable.”

“Add this to your list of reasons why you love me.”

You sat up slightly, so you were able to look at your boyfriend. He was right. He was for sure the most handsome person in the world. You pecked his lips, making him smile against yours.

“You could look like a Blast-Ended Skrewt and I´d still love you.”

“Of course, you would. I´ve got a very engaging personality as well.”

“You do for sure.”, you laughed.

Draco mirrored your laugh before he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in, pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you.”, you mumbled in between two kisses.

Draco looked at you questioningly.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being with me and staying with me.”

Draco threw you a small smile before his lips slightly brushed yours again.

“You deserve all the love and all the happiness in the world (Y/n). And I´m just so happy that I can give it to you. And I´ll never stop trying to continue doing so.”

You mirrored his smile.

“You do for sure.”, you whispered against his lips, before getting lost in him once more.

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