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ja3hwa · 3 years

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Yunho || Never Let You Go

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Sad times

Warnings: Too many!! Swearing, heavy verbal and physical abuse. Spitting, hateful words about readers body image (nothing specific but its still there). Degrading readers intelligence. Let me know if I missed something.

Notes: Readers Boyfriend is an abusive person. Yunho is our saver that gives great bear hugs. Honestly I don't really like this but I've been thinking about this scenario for a while, so yeah.

Also this not to make abuse look aesthetic nor romanticise it. This is purely for reading purposes. If you don't like it please block me.

Lightings everywhere, loud music blazing and chatting among colleagues. An evening party to celebrate a new year for K-idols. You are grateful to be able to meet or catch up with anyone from different groups, both male and female. It was amazing, given your only a dance teacher for most of these people, you don't get the closeness like this evening is giving.

"I'm going to just speak to someone and then we can leave." Your boyfriend spoke quick, blunt and emotionless. Leaving in a second but not before demanding you to meet him outside in the parking lot. You sigh, agreeing before heading out. You didn't want to leave but deifying or biting back at him would lead to unspeaking actions. But that was what your relationship was, that's how it was supposed to be. right?

- Earlier that evening -

You and your boyfriend were walking towards the back entrance of the event hall after Luke was finally finished his cigarette. He didn't want to leave you inside by yourself because in his words spoke I don't trust you to not talk to other males. You keep your arms crossed over your chest keeping in the warmth of your body, seeing your breath as you sigh quietly.

"So a little birdy told me that you've been with that ateez boys again." You heard him spit out his words, making your heart drop.

"Uh, what are you talking about baby? I-I only work in the same company, I would never--." You cut yourself off afraid of getting into more trouble. Tempting to lie to him was not the best but if he found out you were sneaking around to hang out with people, especially with males, you and them would certainly die.

"Don't lie to me." He stops dead in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. You try not to make eye contact as he walks closer to you, only becoming an inch away. He grabs your arm, making you flinch slightly at the sudden pressure.

"Aw baby." He strokes your arm sinisterly, pulling you face up by your chin so you are forced to look at him in the eyes. He brings twos fingers up to a strand of hair that fell in front of your face, pulling it behind your ear. A disgusted feeling hits in the pit of your stomach, feeling your jaw whimper at the feeling of the terrifying male towering over you.

"You know lying causes more trouble. Now tell me, am I not good enough? I know we don't have sex but that's because your body is disgusting and you don't satisfy my needs. You know I come first. So tell me why you must go around being a slut and sleep with them. And out of anyone, them?! it's like you are trying to make me mad." He pinches the bridge of his nose, spitting out swears and profanities. You stay frozen unable to find the words to say, too scared if you say something wrong you'll upset him further.

"I'm sorry but I didnt--DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." He slaps the left side of your face hard, making you fall to the cold damp ground. You feel tears swell up, beginning to fall from your red eyes as your body starts to tremble.

"Get up, mutt." He hacks, spitting down at you. You shakily get up, unaware of what his next moves were. Your legs wobble, threatening your balance. He grabs your wrist pulling your numb body to him, digging his nails into the rough flesh, fearing to draw blood.

"Luke, please... I didn't" He grabs your neck, holding it tight, blocking your air pipe with a hard grip. Your breath hitches, brain starting to go into panic mode but you don't dare put your hands up to try and stop him, letting him have his way with your ragdoll body.

"If I ever catch you with another man, especially them. I'll break your legs and blame it on a car accident. I'll destroy every part of this pathetic body and make sure you have nothing left. Cause I own you." His eyes filling with rage, his grip threatening to snap your neck. You feel weak, your vision blurring, life leaving. The feeling of loss and helplessness. He won yet again.

"I-I'm sorry." You finally get out a word, apologising for your actions. With that, he lets go of your neck scoffing as he watches your body fall back to the cold ground. You cough out feeling the oxygen flooding back to you, trying to take a deep breath.

"Let's go back inside and if anyone asks you why your face is red, you better come up with a good story." He couches down to pick up your face up by your chin. Looking at you with a head tilt giving you a blank expression.

"I do this cause I love you. You need to learn my baby." He tucks the same small piece of hair that fell in front of your face earlier that night back behind your ear.

"I love you too." You smile at him as he gets up and walks back inside leaving you alone to cry softly. You hated him, you hated yourself and what's more, you hated that in your mind you somehow thought you still loved him.

"Oh hey Y/n. Leaving so soon?" You glance up from looking at your feet to see none other than the Ateez boy's hanging around in the back entrance parking lot, seeming like they were waiting for their ride to also leave for the night.

"Yeah, it's getting late. Besides, I have practise tomorrow. I'm helping Lisa with a photoshoot so I can't be late for that." You chuckle lying about your early retire. The boys all laugh along with you knowing the pains of getting up early.

"Y/n." You froze, instantly regretting opening your mouth, reminding yourself the reason you got hurt earlier this evening. A pit in your stomach begins to form, knowing you are going to get a worse punishment once you get home.

"I-..Luke, you ready to--"

"Why are you talking to them?" He growls clearly angry at your stupidity to talk to males. He sighs trying to keep his cool, pinching the bridge of his nose once again.

"Oh w-we work together. We were just talking about wor--."

"Did I give you permission to talk to them?" He strides towards you griping your already bruised wrist, pulling you towards him. You glance over at the others, all clearly shocked at the situation that's unfolding in front of him. But this is normal for you, to be yelled at 24/7 by the person that's supposed to be the one to make you feel safe.

You look over at Yunho, he's staring at you with so much concerning his eyes. His blood boiling at the sight of Luke gripping onto you. You feel your head spin, wanting nothing more than to break down and scream out how much Luke is abusing you. How much he hurts you. How much he makes you feel useless.

"Let's go." He pulls at your wrist but you pull back, breaking out of his grasp. His expression drops, fury in his eyes, slowing filling his body with rage.

"What are you doing?" He spits out.

What am I doing? You thought gulping at your dry saliva, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Come on babe, let's. go." He states stern. Sweat forming on your brow, hands clenching into fists with balls of fabric from your shirt. You finally look at him on your own, looking dead in his eyes.

"No." You whisper, unable to speak any higher.

"WHat?" A shocked expression wipes over, biting the inner of his mouth, feeling the urge to throw his hands. Time seems to feel like it has stopped, a build-up of rage. So many emotions fuzzing your brain.

"I said no." You clear your throat. He goes to grab your arm once more but you sidestep away from him.

"Y/n I swear to god if you don't come with me right now."

"What? You'll hurt me, you have an audience now." You spat, pointing at the boy's standing awkwardly in the cold parking lot. He looks over at them making eye contact with Yunho. Mingi holds him by the shirt not wanting him to get involved just yet.

"I'm done. I don't want to be with you anymore." You finally broke your silence, the ball in your throat melting away, letting your words spill out like a river.

"What?! You're acting crazy. Did that fall mess with your brain." He lowly chuckles, trying to fake out a small laugh.

"Oh you mean the fall that happened when you hit me, yeah probably." You snapped. Hearing your words, Yunho broke from Mingis hold, fists in balls. He aimed for your boyfriend. Luckily Seonghwa grabbed his arm, making all the boys come closer to the verbal fight, trying to not step in unless you say otherwise. Luke however flipped finally having enough of your words, grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his body.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." You elbow him in the chest, pulling yourself free. Your heart swells the beat quickening as if it was going to burst outright of your chest. You look back to see Yunho with rage in his eyes being held back by not only Seonghwa but now Mingi and Wooyoung too. You scan the parking lot to see no one else. Sighing, you give a brief smile to the boys before looking back at Luke.

"You know what Luke, you are a disgusting, selfish, and pitiful women beater." Your words spill, choking lightly, you forbid yourself to cry in front of him, not to dare give him any satisfaction. Your heart snaps, breaking your silence.

"If you don't get what you want, you hurt people until you do. I'm done. You always tell me to fake a smile and tell everyone how perfect our relationship is. But in fact, I have nothing to smile about when I'm with you..." You step forward, making Luke take two steps back. You point at him, your face flushing red as rage now fueled your words.

"I've been waiting so long to finally have the strength and courage to tell you I don't owe you a god damn thing!" you scream your last words, finally getting your first breath of freedom in a while. He drops his image, glance at the males watching the intense show. Clicking his knuckles not caring about them seeing what is unfolding anymore.

"So you think you can do whatever you want because you have an audience behind you?" He growls bending to your eye level.

"You're so fucking stupid somethings. God, you make my life so fucking difficult." He sighs throwing his hands in the air, you flinch slightly, trying your best to stand your ground but your body is still afraid of him. He notices that giving out a light chuckle.

"I own you, I own your life, I gave you everything! You are mine!! I control you." He throws a tantrum feeling himself not getting his way. You look to the floor giving out a small laugh at his words, quickly wiping a stray tear before he could see.

"You own me? You gave me nothing! If you really did own me, control everything I do. Would I be able to do this?" You turn around looking Yunho dead in the eyes, Seonghwa and the others let him go, giving him the clear to finally intervein. You walk up to him in a second wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close.

"Kiss me," You whisper, pulling him into a fuzzy and warm kiss. Passion spilling from both of you. Your heart skipping, never feeling such an emotion from only being with Luke. The kiss is different, something loving. You let go of him as he lets out a small droughted breath, shocked yet elated. Your attention back to Luke, you see him walking with full force toward Yunho. You move in front of him slapping him clean in the face, nearing making him lose his footing.

"You..." He holds his right cheek, spitting onto the floor. You hear faint 'ouch' and 'oohs' from the boys behind you. Luke noticing the noise to he grunts, standing up while fixing his suit.

"You know what, I just realised I'm still needed inside." He closes the button on his suit jack before scoffing off back towards the side entrance of the hall.

"I'm going to call the police." He stops dead in his tracks looking back at you in disbelief.

"I'm going to get all my things from your house. then I never want to see or speak with you again." He doesn't respond, taking in a large breath from his sniffling nose, he walks back inside. The minute he disappears from your view. The world feels like it came crashing down, all the pain and fear that was building for years, washed away in a second. You fall to the ground as your legs gave out from under you, finally letting your emotions overwhelm you. You sob, tears falling faster than rain.

"Y/n." You're quickly comforted by all the boys, all around you, calling out 'are you okays' and other worries they had. None of them came thew, as your brain felt like it was slowly shut down. The cold of the floor and wind was soon taken away from a large bear hug, engulfing you into comfort. Yunho stroked your hair whispering soft 'shh it's okay, I've got you now.' letting you cry into his shoulder.

He was never going to let you go...

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mzjmesa · 3 years

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Out Loud | Chloe Decker

She was a good detective. Is. The pride of the office, the officer praised here and there. Your partner. Your bestfriend. Detective Chloe Decker. It wasn't because of her smart, genius mind that attracted you to her, no. Well, sometimes, anyway. But it could've been alot of reasons, loving Chloe Decker. And you would've loved any other reasons— to make this easier, to make the feelings disappear sooner. Because whatever the attraction was, it was unprofessional— Chloe never did unprofessional. And you fear if you couldn't hold it any longer, she'd run away from you.

You can't bear that.

But you loved Chloe either way. You loved her eyes, her kindness, that bright and knowing smile that goes with her eyes, you loved the way her lips part when she's about to say something defensive— you loved her. You loved her the most when she knocks at your door and asks how you're doing. You loved the late night talks and laughs about freshmen days which was rare, because she never spent so much time in highschool, she got unending stories about it anyway. You loved the way she listens. You loved her. You loved Chloe Decker. And as she passes by your desk, to the man she likes, you reminded yourself that it was wrong. Wrong because you were supposed to be happy for her.

A knock on your desk drifted your thoughts away, Dan. “How are we doing?” he asked, if he'd caught you staring enviously at Chloe and Lucifer, he hadn't mind.

“How are we doing?” You repeated stupidly, still hungover from yesterday. Which by the way was Chloe's fault, you just wouldn't admit it to yourself.

Dan shrugs, “Yeah? I sent you files to look at, remember?”

Oh.

You shake your head as though it would help you focus on the present and tried to remember where you had placed the papers. You checked your drawers, trying hard to block out Chloe and Lucifer's voices. You busied your hand flipping through dozens of papers, vividly remembering the file's name.

Jonathan Flinn's. Ahh. Case closed for 2 months, there wasn't much evidence of the murder, but the majority linked to him, and eventually the court pronounced him guilty. There had been questions left unsolved, and if Espinoza wasn't up to anything, it would've been left at that.

You sighed, “Have you talked to Chloe about this?”

“Yeah,” He looked past your shoulder to where Chloe was, then back to you. “she thinks it's a bad idea.”

Of course she did. You did, too. That was a thing between you two, something about your guts always telling you the same what's what. That's why you were partnered with her, and you would've loved to continue being one (although truth be told, you still were in papers anyway) but she'd found a consultant, a batshit crazy one at that. Lucifer Morningstar. Always telling himself he's the devil, going on and about his everyday life like anyone gives a damn, and always making everything about himself. If he wasn't charming, and a ‘friend’ of Chloe's, you would've hated him. Most times you did. But times when Chloe was down, he was always the first to cheer her up. You used to be the one doing that, until he came.

“You should listen to her, Dan.”

“Oh c'mon! I would've agreed with Chloe and wouldn't have come to you if it weren't so important. His mother is my god—”

“—mother. Yes, yes, I know that, Dan. I know you think this is a good idea to pay her back, too. But it's not, trust me. Trust Chloe.” You exhaled, feeling the weight of her stare on your back. “It could go worst anyway, what when we can't find any evidence or if we do, worst case scenario is it'll only lead to him. Again. We'll just worsen his situation.”

Dan sighed, massaging his jaw with exasperation because he knew you were right. And also because as much as he pretends not to care too much, he does. You loved that about him.

As you heard footsteps behind, you handed back the files to Dan who hid it behind his back, masking his irritation with a smile to Chloe.

You ignored her, lingering your eyes on the missing button of Dan's shirt.

“Ella found some prints, we haven't identified it yet but it's likely our lead.” Chloe started just behind you, and you knew Lucifer was beside her as much as you hated it. “In the meantime, Dan? I'd like to discuss to you about the Flinn case, Lucifer and I went back to the crime scene yesterday. We found nothing.”

Dan frowned. “I thought you said it was a bad idea.”

“I know, I know. I... ugh... well I went over it again, anyway.”

A small smile creeped on his face, and you were almost sure his eyes were watering when Lucifer jumped on the conversation about his father, bla bla bla. You couldn't care less. Chloe did, and that should be enough for Lucifer. She'd always been enough for you. You bit your lips, wishing you could busy your hands with something. Anything. But your desk was on your back, and oh, Chloe, too.

It felt immature and all, but you were hurting just knowing they were together, seeing them would break you.

“I'll check in on with Ella.” Chloe announced, “(Y/N)?”

“Are you having a stroke Miss (L/N)? Staying still like a trained robot, you're scarying me— and believe when I say I rarely get scared.” Lucifer added.

Oh you believe alright. And robots are trained?! Trying to hide your feelings with a forced smile, you turned around, making sure you weren't going to make an eye contact with a certain detective, and immediately grabbed a random paper and pen you can hold— scribbling anything. Anything at all.

“I'm alright.” You answered after a beat or two, still unbothered to look. Who would want to, honestly.

Chloe cleared her throat, whispered something to Lucifer, and then bid goodbye. It was then when you looked at them walking away. Lucifer's hand on her back, Chloe looking small beside him— your chest aching the same, if not, more.

You're definitely not gonna look again.

You had a week off work, and you'd almost fell to your knees thanking God when the lieutenant told you. You needed it more than you needed Chloe, which proves just how important it was— Chloe had been. Still is, by the way.

It was 8 am, by now Chloe would be at her desk, examining or making reports, or on a crime scene with Ella and, Lucifer. You snapped out of your mind, reminding yourself you'd needed the vacation because work and particularly Chloe had been stressing you out and very much so hurting you.

You'd hit the beach, go to the mountains for the view,— you didn't wanna hike though, you needed rest not making sweats— visit your sister and niece, and then finally bake while blasting Taylor Swift because admit it or not, you're much broken than your grandmother's vase.

When the water was hot enough, you took a bath and dressed. A peach-colored tank top that comes along with a brown mini skirt and a coat was your outfit for the day. Only, the coat reminded you too much of Chloe's. She liked coats. And that coat, back then warning you that she'd steal it eventually. So you changed with other coats, just didn't fit well with the shirt and skirt, so you gave in and left your hair untouched and untied. Grabbing your pouch and your gun— a licensed one, just in case. And opened your door. You would've preferred the bright sky and fresh air of the morning in LA. But Chloe Decker was standing there, fist on air as if she'd been ready to knock.

You froze.

Were you having a stroke? Most likely.

“(Y/N).”

“Chloe.”

Wasn't she supposed to be at work? You didn't mind either way, but it surprised you still, she hadn't been visiting much since... Lucifer. Everything's just been different since he arrived, not in a good way for you.

You stepped aside, not saying anything since you figured out a human wouldn't understand any word that comes out of your mouth. She went in, instead of sitting on your couch like the old days, she lingered on the living room, standing and looking at you.

Most times you hadn't mind.

She started, “How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“No, (Y/N). How are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Or why she'd ask a question as that. “I'm not—”

“Do you like me?”

What.

Your face must've given the shock, because she answered your unasked question. “Dan said some things. I'm-I'm not— you're not transferring, are you?”

Oh you're definitely gonna choke the life out of Dan. But knowing him, he wouldn't have spit it out too easily. He was probably drunk and didn't mean it. Still, you wished you said it to Chloe yourself. About the liking and transferring.

You remained silent, reading the expression on Chloe's face. Was she sad? Upset? After years of knowing her, you would've known right away. But now you couldn't. And you fear you might've forgotten the every detail of her face, too.

“(Y/N)...” Her voice gave out, carrying every sadness within. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“About what?” You answered stupidly in a whisper, fearing that if you came into your senses everything would feel too real.

“About everything! About— about your feelings for me. About Seatte. About why you've been so far from me!”

“You have been far from me, Chloe.”

She frowns, and you knew millions and billions and gazillions of questions where popping in her mind.

Tears in your eyes were forming, and you hated it, all of this. She wasn't supposed to know at all. She wasn't supposed to know you had immature feelings for her. Wasn't supposed to know you were transferring atleast 'till next month. But Chloe wasn't dumb, and you should've known that.

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, her breathing heavy. “We could've talked about it.”

“We haven't talked much at all these days because of—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at how sick it feels. You hated yourself for it, but you continued anyway. “Because of Lucifer.”

She exhaled. “Lucifer and I are complicated.”

“I know that, Chloe.” You said firmly, meeting her gaze pitying you. Of course she pities you. “I also know you like him so much. I know you've been crying when he fake married that Candy. I know you've been sick worrying when he can't answer your texts or calls. I know you've gone lengths trying to understand him. I know. I know so much so that I didn't wanna be so selfish and tell you things you didn't wanna hear because it'll make your complicated relationship with Lucifer even more complicated. I fucking know. And I loved you too much.”

Chloe's tears were beginning to fall, one by one, slowly. And it hurts you to see her like this. Especially because you know you caused it.

“It was never my intention to push you away. You're my friend— can't we just stay like this?” She asked in a soft, breaking voice. And if it wasn't Chloe you would've said yes because people are easy to move on from. But it was indeed Chloe and she was... not like anyone you know. She was a missing piece of your puzzle. Only, you have never been a piece of hers.

“I love you, Chloe.”

It was weird, saying it out loud, to her. You never thought you could, knowing you were a coward than every cowards combined.

You did though, and that must've pulled something. Because Chloe approached you, side hugged, and then left.

So much for a vacation.

You spent the night crying.

Chloe Decker spent hers with the man she loved. And you were never that man.

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Let the Stars Witness

Okay okay holy— omg I did it! My first request and from an admired writer of mine no less!

From @kim-monsterlings : Hi and welcome!! Really looking forward to seeing your work! ~ If you would, could I request some form of friends to lovers with an orc? (Prompts maybe like, "you deserve better.") Thank you! <3

Since it wasn't specified on what their genders are, I hope your okay with what I went with! And I kinda trailed off from the prompt (or rather it's different but similar)

Anyways you'll know when you read!

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Pairing: Male Orc (Duruk) x Human Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: None.

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"You know, I never thought I would be friends with anyone here, especially with someone other than my, well, species," you tell your companion, your eyes not leaving the cloudless night sky as you lied on your back on the roof of his house. The stars were out tonight.

If you told your younger self that you'd be having great escapades (if running away and getting into a series of trouble fall under that) with an orc, you would most definitely cry your eyes out because you thought were being teased, taking it as a hurtful comment. You were sensitive like that. Part of the reason why no one would even go near you, afraid they might hurt you with a pat on the shoulder or with one word alone. You became the prime target of bullies, finding twisted amusement at your pathetic reactions. A crybaby, they called you. But it wasn't your fault you didn't have much control over your emotions. You were weird, asocial, timid, maybe even depressed. Having a neglectful family didn't help either, it just worsened.

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The morning you met Duruk was after the orientation. And it was not so good for a first impression.

Long story short, you cried.

But since you're perhaps curious as to what happened exactly, let's elaborate.

You had your headphones on, the melodic sound of gentle rain played in a 3-hour loop and blocked out other noises, your eyes glued to the path you were on. You took long and hurried steps, wishing you could teleport to your classroom and hide in the back, disappear or become invisible.

You were distracted, or should we say, focused on the ground and expecting everyone to step aside and let you through.

Well, except for the one who had his back on you.

You crashed—not an exaggeration— into something- someone massive. You stumbled back and landed on your bum, wincing from the impact. Luckily, your headphones were safe (ah yes, priorities), detaching from your ears and landing on your shoulders. When you looked up to see who it was, you thought your eyes were gonna fall off, grow little legs, and scamper away.

Before you stood an orc, halfway turned to glance at whoever it was that tried to push him, his sharp tusks jutting out from his maw. His brows were furrowed as he looked down on you. Sure, he wasn't as tall as the orcs you've seen around the city and campus but still was over 6 feet, with muscles thicker than your thighs, easily hulking you.

You tried to get out an apology and run as far as you could go, but you just sat there, frozen as you strained your neck to meet his gaze, you couldn't look away. Your heart was trying to claw its way out into the surface.

Then you felt the tears swell up.

They cascaded down your face before you even could stop them.

The orc's eyes widened at your reaction and crouched down to your level in an instant that he almost fell over. His hands hovered, not sure what to do.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry. Please don't—"

"I-I-I'm re..really s-sorry p-please don't hurt m-me..." You managed to choke out pathetically, hiccuping in every word.

"Shhh now hey, it's okay. It was an accident— what? No! Why would I do that?" he replied. The orc peeked over his shoulder and to the sides. "Let's get you to somewhere, uh, less crowded," he added. You turned your head and saw that you had an audience, whispers went around as they sent pitiful and disgusted glances in your direction, only making you cry even more.

He proceeded to unceremoniously lift you into his arms, bridal style, and dashed away. You gripped the front of his shirt and shut your eyes. You were trembling now, scared of what he might do to you. How could you even fight back with your small stature?

It wasn't long until you felt him slow down and placed you carefully on a bench. The orc knelt in front of you, brows scrunched up as he studied your face.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You didn't reply, only staring at him through your glassy eyes as you heaved.

You flinched when his hand started rubbing your back, his other hand placed on the side of the bench to balance himself.

He continued to caress your back and murmured soothing words in hopes of calming you down.

Your tears didn't stop falling until moments later when you came down from your initial fear, the warmth of his palm leaving your back once you did. All the while the orc remained where he was, at a loss of what to do next.

You rubbed your sticky face with the collar of your pale and blotchy crimson sweater, sniffing and taking slow, deep breaths before you spoke.

"I... I'm sorry for causing you trouble. E-Even going as far as to take me somewhere quiet. I...appreciate that." You thought you'd pass out with the way people gathered around you, it was suffocating. "Thank you..."

"I panicked," he started, "Sorry—I mean, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I get that a lot of people run away from the sight of me, but you didn't, and just froze there on the ground so..." he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

You shook your head. He was such an imposing figure to many, their first thought was most likely to get away or scream at him.

"You looked angry... When I bumped into you." You slammed into him actually, but he didn't budge an inch. Guess it was one-sided.

"Oh, that? Well, my brother scolds me a lot for having such a grumpy face, scaring humans away. Like he was the one to talk when he's taller and bigger than me! People would faint on the spot when they see him, I bet!"

The image your mind conjured up tore a laugh out of your body, two orcs arguing about how not to terrify people at sight was damn hilarious. When was the last time someone made you laugh like this?

The orc grinned, your reaction a contrast to that of earlier.

You opened your mouth to say something but the ringing of the great bell resounded, cutting you off. The two of you stood up as you realized you were late for your first class of the school year.

"So, uh, what now?" you asked.

"How about we go to our class, then maybe meet up later? Oh, fu— my mother will gut me— I haven't introduced myself!" He blurted out, his voice making you yelp with the sudden outburst.

Clearing his throat, he reached out, "I'm Duruk."

In turn, you gave him your name, taking his hand and smiled. "Hello, Duruk."

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True to his word, you met again later when lunch came. The cafeteria was packed so you settled on getting the convenience food they offered and eat somewhere quiet.

Your conversation that day spiraled when you found out the two of you had a lot in common. From your favorite rock band to your favorite flavor of ice cream.

You both strongly agreed that vanilla ice cream was superior.

You agreed to meet up during breaks, always having something to chat about.

Eventually, you became inseparable.

He even changed and transferred to your class just so the two of you could be together at the start of the day rather than walk half of the campus to see each other every time.

You became best friends, sharing each moment in school, may it be helping the other stay awake in a boring class, or copying homework when one of you forgot to do it. Soon enough, Duruk started inviting you to his house to hang out. He did mention he had four other siblings, but he lived alone. You came by almost every night and on whole weekends to escape from home, only a few miles in between. No one would notice you gone anyways, but you returned around midnight, not wanting to impose on Duruk no matter what he says, so he walks you back instead.

You basked in each other's company. The odd and scrutinizing glares didn't go unnoticed when you two were together, but you shrugged them all off.

It didn't take long before you started having feelings for the orc, a little wishful thinking that you could be more than friends. You noted lately that his touches would linger seconds longer than usual, hugs and even a hand on your shoulder and back seem to be warmer and —you dare say— affectionate. It weighed heavily on your heart, your simple crush turned into something else, and it only grew with each passing day, and every laugh you shared.

But of course, you swatted those away, buried them deep inside every damn time they climb back up. Who could even love you? Yes, you have Duruk, he likes you, you think. But that's the end of it. Just close buddies. You can't take the risk of ruining your friendship with him and make things awkward with the only one you had! What if he stops talking to you, weirded out by your confession? You don't want to go back to being alone again, your heart can't take the rejection that came with it.

So you endured.

•

A little over five months ever since the embarrassing accident, here you are now, stargazing with your best friend.

"Well, good thing you didn't watch where you were going that time then," he says, chuckling beside you. His hands cushioned his head against the hard surface. "I wouldn't have..." he trails off.

"Hm, what?" you ask. Duruk went silent and didn't answer you for a time. You were about to let it slide but then he breathes in audibly.

"I wouldn't have met an angel if you did. Should've caught you in my arms, but sadly I didn't move fast enough." He replies, his voice deep and mellow.

You straighten up and turn to face him, your brows shot up, incredulous to what he just implied.

"W-Wait. What?" you squeak, your heart thumping hard in your chest, your skin warming up even in the chilled night air.

Is he—

"You're so cute, y'know that? Fuck it, it's all or nothing," he whispers under his breath as he sits up to face you. His expression was unreadable, but you see in his mahogany eyes a familiar glint of determination. "I'm not good with long-ass speeches so I'll make this short," he breathes in before he continues, "I feel something for you, for a while now, more than a best friend does, like...in a romantic sense. I want to cherish you and hold you in my arms every time I see you, I- ah fuck- damn it I just—" he growls, "I love you, so much and if you don't love me back then please re—"

You shut him off with your lips against his, Duruk's tusks pressing against your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. He was stunned for two solid seconds before returning the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close and into his lap.

You feel something wet roll down your hand and you immediately jerked back to see his face. The orc was crying.

Did you do it wrong? Were you so terrible at it—

"I don't deserve you... A monster like me doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Where was this coming from??

"Say that again, I dare you."

"I don't de—"

This idiot!

You pecked his lips to cut him off.

"You big dummy," you begin, "I love you too, idiot. You may be a monster but not what everyone else defines you as. I love you as you are. You're my best friend, and dare I say my l-lover now. Is that right...?"

Duruk gives you a small, gentle smile, "If you'll have me, then yes, for as long as you want me to be." He says, sniffling a sob as a couple more tears tumbled down his rugged face.

You never thought you'd see him like this. He was the one who kept making you laugh with his stories and terrible jokes. Before you, in your hands was someone vulnerable, his eyes soft and fond as he gazed into yours.

It made your heart pound and it hurt.

You leaned in and he met you halfway, kissing once again, deeper and more intimate this time. Real. You brought your arms around his neck, your tears spilling out and he tightened his grip around you. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but the way he hugged you like you were the only thing that anchored him in this world made you believe it wasn't. All of this was real and you couldn't be anymore happier.

From above, the glittering stars, the light gentle as they shone, bear witness to two freed hearts, bottled up feelings gushing out like a broken dam as you embraced one another and lost yourselves in the moment of bliss, cheeks stained and clothes lightly damp from the tiny rivulets of liquid that dropped down.

It's a lovely night, isn't it?

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I'd Rather Go Blind & Let My Body Go Numb Than To Lose You Or The Weight Of Your Love

Prompt: Jealousy and all its cousins. Fanart Credit here.

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Anthony never thought he'd be the kind of husband who needs to know where his wife is at every moment of every day.

(To be fair, he never thought about being a husband much at all until the season he'd pursued Edwina only to fall maddeningly in love with Kate).

But here he is, sitting on the couch with his feet drumming loudly against the floor, staring intensely at the door.

On the table beside the couch sits a cup of tea, cold and untouched. Anthony had someone from the kitchens prepare it for him, but his nerves made him unable to stomach anything.

Anthony looks a mess. He'd been raking his hands through his hair for the past two hours. He'd also slapped his cheeks once or twice to stay awake.

His jacket lay discarded and wrinkled on the ground near the door. He feels guilty, knowing one of the maids would have to press it. However, he can't gather the desire to move from the couch and retrieve it.

Instead, he's glued to the couch as he considers where Kate is. A hundred different scenarios run through his mind—each scenario worse than the last.

For the past month, Kate has been disappearing at night. He hears her footsteps tiptoeing past his study when he stays up to work. He feels the weight from her side of the bed lessen as she stands and departs from their bedroom when she thinks he's fallen asleep.

At first, Anthony questioned her about it. Kate would always make up an excuse about needing fresh air or going to see Edwina. But he knows her well enough to know when she's lying.

However, Anthony hadn't ever called Kate out on her deceit. He feared the truth, especially how it might crush him to hear it.

But he couldn't take the not knowing anymore. So when he heard the door close after Kate told him five minutes prior that she was retiring to bed, he made his way towards the front of the house. Anthony watched at the window as a carriage rode away. A hole had formed in his stomach, making him feel hollow. He then sat down on the couch so he could catch her when she returned.

Finally, after what felt like ages passed, he hears footsteps approaching the door. He quickly jumps up from the couch and makes his way to the foyer. When Kate steps through the door, her eyes widen.

"Anthony!" she exclaims in surprise, putting a hand to her chest to steady her breath. "You're up late."

"So are you," Anthony says, crossing his arms and blocking her way.

"I was only walking around to get some fresh air."

Anthony raises a brow. "Really, for two hours?"

Her eyes shift anxiously from his stare. "Has it really been that long?"

"Yes," he answers through gritted teeth, anger rising within him.

"Oh well, it was such a lovely night the time got away from me." Kate stands on her toes, kissing him quickly on the cheek. "Sorry for worrying you."

As she tries to retreat, Anthony's hand lurches out to grab her elbow, pulling her back to face him.

"I've had enough, Kate," he sighs tiredly. "Where were you?"

"I just told you, I was—."

"You've been going out for fresh air at odd hours of the day for the past month. You'd think you'd have your fill by now."

Kate fidgets. "Well, it hasn't just been out to get fresh air. I've been attending engagements. I have a life outside you and this household, you know."

"Oh, I know that, but your engagements don't usually take place after dark and don't require you sneaking out of the house to attend."

"Darling, everything is fine," Kate says, pulling her arm out of his reach and giving him a nervous smile. "You've probably been working too hard. Let's go to bed."

As she tries to walk away again, Anthony pulls her back. But this time, he holds onto both of her arms, forcing her to meet his eye.

"Kate, I know you—perhaps more than you know yourself, and I know when you're lying to me," he says, his voice turning softer—more fragile. It's as if he's a vase that could shatter at any moment. "What I don't know is why."

"I promise that what I have been going out and doing is not anything scandalous or dangerous." After letting out a long breath, a laugh bubbles from her throat in amusement. "Honestly, where I've been going to is nothing to fret over. You're acting as if I'm having an affair or something."

Anthony's heart sinks in his chest. No matter how ridiculous the prospect sounds, he can't help but whisper the question that's been plaguing his mind these past few weeks.

"Are you?"

Kate's mouth falls open, her face paling. "Anthony, how could you think that?"

"It's the only explanation I can think of," he says, stepping away from her and beginning to pace. "It explains why you've been coming back so late and being so evasive these past few weeks."

"Anthony—."

His legs go weak at the affection in her voice. Anthony falls to his knees in front of her and takes hold of her hands.

"Just tell me, Kate, I cannot bear it," Anthony says, hating the way his voice wavers. "I cannot bear the thought of you finding pleasure in someone else's arms. I cannot bear you leaving our bed because you'd rather be in another's. I cannot bear the idea of someone else touching you, loving you, or kissing you."

He brushes his lips against Kate's knuckles, causing her breath to hitch. Anthony pulls his lips away, but just so his fingertips can swirl circles on her palm. When his thumb skims over her pulse, he feels her heartbeat quicken.

"Most of all, I cannot bear the thought of you loving someone else." Anthony swallows thickly, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "I'd die right now if you told me all of this was true."

Anthony has always feared time. He used to compulsively reach into his pocket to grasp his father's watch. Each time a hand on the clock ticked forward, he felt as if an ounce of his soul got sucked away.

But since Kate came into his life, that fear has dissipated. Suddenly, he didn't spend each moment of his life calculating how much time he had left. Instead, Anthony began counting things other than seconds.

He counts the number of Kate's smiles. He counts the number of laughs they share next to one another at the table surrounded by his family. Anthony counts the number of kisses that were slow, stirring an aching feeling in his chest. He also counts each hungry and passionate kiss that sets every inch of his skin aflame.

Most of all, Anthony counts how many times he's lost count around her. He gets lost in the timeless and wonderful enigma that is Kate Sharma.

Anthony feels that fear of time creeping up on him again. But now, he's not afraid of time passing and leading to his demise. Instead, he's terrified that Kate's time of loving him has run out. Maybe, she's found a more deserving man to spend the minutes with than him.

When Anthony braves a glance up at Kate, he expects to see pity. But instead, he's surprised to see an entirely different emotion reflected in her eyes.

Love.

Pure, unconditional, steadfast love.

Kate gets down to her knees in front of him. But she doesn't let go of his hands, holding them tighter.

"None of that is true, Anthony," she says firmly. "I love you, have only loved you, and will only love you."

Her words release a breath of relief from him. But, he still can't help doubting this, not knowing how else to explain her odd disappearances.

Kate must sense his train of thoughts. She smiles gently, moving one of her hands up to graze his cheek.

"I love you so much that I've been waking up in the middle of the night so I can give you the perfect present."

Anthony blinks in confusion, feeling the room that had been spinning become still.

"What?"

Kate laughs, and she rests her forehead against his. "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

It hits Anthony like a whip. All the clues that he'd gathered up to form a horrible conclusion were, in fact, clues that lead to a more justifiable and pleasant one.

"Our anniversary," he answers dumbly.

"Yes," she nods, her face beaming with a giddy kind of delight. Anthony feels lucky that he gets to see it. Her expressions are free without restraint only when she's comfortable with someone. He's glad to be one of those treasured few. "We've made it a year, can you believe it? It seems like only yesterday, I was stepping on your toes at a ball, and you acted like a madman when I got stung by a bee."

Anthony frowns, his forehead creasing. "I did not act like a madman."

"You did, but it led us to where we are now," Kate says, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Married and happy."

"I'd like to think it would've happened with the bee or not."

"I'm not sure. You were quite thick-headed about how in love with me you were."

"Oh, I'm the thick-headed one?" he scoffs. "After the night you fell in love with me, you gave your approval for me to marry your sister. How thick-headed is that?"

"Well, I didn't think you'd ever feel that way about me," Kate defends, rolling her eyes. "But I know very well now that you do. You show me with every kind word, every touch, every…" her words drift, cheeks reddening, "Well, you know."

Anthony smirks. "No, I do not know. Please elaborate on everything I do to you that gives you pleasure in vivid detail."

"You're insufferable," she grumbles and puts her hands on her hips. "I have a good mind not to tell you the true reason for my disappearing and keep you stewing in jealousy."

"I don't think you'd like the result of my increased jealousy."

"I don't know, your scowl was fierce, and the fire in your eyes was quite the sight," Kate teases, tracing her thumb over his furrowed brows. "Very becoming, actually."

Anthony stands and pulls her up with him, leading her to the couch. "Why have you been disappearing?"

"As I said, our anniversary is tomorrow, and I was getting your gift ready," she explains. "It's almost midnight. Perhaps I can give it to you a little bit early. I had one of the servants waiting outside for my return. They came in through the back entrance and have already snuck it into your study to reveal as a surprise for tomorrow."

"How sinister of you, plotting with our staff against me."

"Nothing sinister about it. I asked, and they agreed to help me. Unlike you, they think I'm perfectly agreeable."

"Obviously, they don't know you well enough to fear the wicked inner workings of your mind as I do."

Kate stands, gracefully sticking out her tongue and making him laugh. Anthony follows her down the hall into his study. She makes him close his eyes. He feels like a fool, stumbling into the room with Kate chuckling behind him. But, he feels guilty for thinking Kate could ever be unfaithful and indulges her wishes.

He waits for a few moments, hearing her moving something across the floor, before he asks, "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Alright, you bloody impatient man, open your eyes."

As Anthony takes his hands away from his eyes, his heart stops in his chest. He gawks at the painting on a canvas stand in front of him.

"Kate," he utters breathlessly.

Kate chews on her bottom lip, hesitantly watching him observe the painting—no, "painting" doesn't seem like the right word for what it is.

It's a masterpiece, an almost perfect depiction of Kate.

The artist captured the exact fraction that Kate's lips tilt up when she smiles in amusement. Anthony often sees that expression pointed towards him when they're engaged in one of their bantering matches. The color of her brown eyes is just as deep in the painting. They're full of so much that Anthony still wants to explore even after a year of marriage.

In the portrait, Kate's shoulders are bare, the sleeves resting low on her arm. The bottom of the picture shows the scarlet bodice of her dress. But the most alluring part is how the brown curls of her hair flow freely down her neck, cascading like a waterfall.

Anthony has a strong distaste for her bonnets and how society demands she wears her hair up in public. Anthony loves running his fingers through her hair, which probably is why she posed for the painting with it down. That minx knew it would stir a feeling within him that no one else but her has been able to elicit.

"I hired Sir Granville to paint it," Kate blurts out, nervous from how long he's remained silent. "I wanted him to paint it in a private setting because it's a bit…."

"Breathtaking," Anthony answers.

"I was going to say suggestive, but breathtaking is a good adjective," Kate grins bashfully. She steps towards him, her eyes glowing through the dim light of the room. "It's a portrait for your eyes only, no one else's."

Anthony ducks his head. "I'm sorry that I thought you were...I just—."

"Foolishly got jealous of a person who doesn't exist? Yes, yes, you did."

He runs his fingers against the frame of the painting. "I have a mind to hang this in the common area, so everyone can see how lucky I am."

Kate's eyebrows snap together. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" he asks playfully.

"It might encourage some men to meet the woman behind the painting," Kate notes with a mischievous glint in her eyes, pretending to consider his proposal. "Who am I to oppose admirers?"

Anthony's smirk fades. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ah, there's that handsome scowl," Kate points at him in triumph.

He swoops forward, his arms going around her waist. "You're maddening."

Kate's smile widens as she looks up at him, looping her hands around his neck. "You love it."

"You're right. I do love you. And, I love this portrait," Anthony adds, bobbing his head towards the painting. "Perhaps I should hang it in here. It can serve as a reminder of what's waiting for me when I finish my work."

She leans up a bit on her toes, her hands traveling lower down his back. "You know, I could come down to your study to remind you."

Anthony begins moving his hands as well. As they skim up her body, brushing her breast, he relishes in the sound of her moan. Anthony leans closer, pressing kisses down her neck until he gets to just the right spot. Kate's fingers curl tighter onto his back as his lips apply pressure there, and her body gravitates further against him.

"You're far too distracting," Anthony murmurs against her skin. "Perhaps, the portrait is too dangerous to be in here. I'd get nothing done."

"Exactly." She leans her face back a margin, so Anthony can see that enchanting tilt of her lips the artist depicted. "Why do you think I commissioned the painting in the first place?"

"To torture me?"

"All is fair in love and war," Kate says, grinning at him. "And hasn't our relationship always been a bit of both?"

In response, Anthony kisses her deeply and thoroughly. The sound of his pocket watch ticking starts to fade away. It gets replaced with the sound of his heart, which beats for Kate more than himself these days.

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: smut, angst, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 10.5k | reading time: 60 min

chapter summary: The two of them spend their day on good terms for the first time, but still manage to find something to rile them up

warnings: switch!tae, switch!amy, oral f&m receiving, face sitting, dirty talk, teasing, a lil bit of orgasm control? some name calling (bitch), light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected vaginal sex, riding, praise, squirting, also some spooky stuff, i don’t remember what else ahh

A/N: I know absolutely nothing about photography, so if you do and you read this and think to yourself nothing is making any sense, you are right and I am wrong. Please just enjoy this as best as you can lol

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Chapter 7: Love is just a form of possession

The place was definitely haunted. But perhaps it was in a good way. Perhaps it was magical.

It felt that way when you slowly opened your eyes to find a snoozing Taehyung just inches away from your face. His expression set in a natural pout as he had his arms snaked around your body like he was afraid he would lose you in his sleep. You bit your lip as you inspected his resting form better; his ruffled hair, his soft but dehydrated lips, his naked shoulders that were peeking under the blanket. Last night you had moved on the couch, struggling to fit on it at the same time but managing to entangle your limbs just right so that he wouldn't fall over. You had a light rug that you had found in the room over your bodies, as well as Taehyung's sweater on to keep you warm, although the heat from his bare body was all you needed.

And the fireplace. You heard it crackling before you raised your head to look over at its direction and confirm the fire was big and strong once again. Yep. This place was definitely haunted.

Taehyung's arms tightened around you, pulling himself nearer until his face was buried in your neck. "Don't go," he mumbled in a way it was hard for you to understand, with his voice heavy from his slumber. He had felt your body move while you were trying to look around the room and without even opening his eyes, his reaction was to hold you closer.

You ran a hand through his hair, smiling to yourself. "I'm not going anywhere."

Rain was still falling, not as heavy as the previous night, but it was just enough for the rhythmic melody it created by hitting the windows. That meant you were stuck in the house for one more day. Not that you had any interest in leaving, in even getting out of that room or that couch. Not only was it warm in there, in Taehyung's embrace, but it was safe, too. Perhaps, on any other occasion, you would hate yourself for just how nice you felt at that moment, but you were starting to believe that being by his side wasn't just appealing, but also necessary. You wouldn't last another day in that Manor otherwise.

"What should we have for breakfast?" you heard him whisper, right before he started stretching so much he almost fell over.

"Oh, um..." you mumbled, thinking about it. "Is it my turn to cook?"

You felt his smile against your neck, a low chuckle being produced at the back of his throat. "It is. What will you feed me?" You took a couple of seconds to think, and his smile grew. "You know, you could just offer me your cunt right now and I'd happily have that as a meal."

You groaned. "Tae!" you whined, pushing him on his chest. "You're disgusting!" He had certainly ruined the romantic atmosphere that the room was painted in. But that's just how that man is, isn't it?

He was laughing as he was trying to catch himself from falling, grabbing the sweater you were wearing and the arm of the couch. "Oh, come on," he said once he found his balance. "You can't tell me you're still shy after everything we've done."

But you rolled your eyes at him. "This isn't a matter of openness, it's just very inappropriate."

He looked up at you, licking his lip slowly as he watched your eyes. "So, you're turning me down?"

For a moment you tried to get up, but he held you tighter. The truth was that the way he was looking at you was almost making you cave in, but thankfully you could think better in the daytime. Even though you didn't have much of a reason to, anymore, you still didn't feel quite comfortable just casually doing stuff like that with him. It was too much already that you had woken up cuddling him as if he was your boyfriend.

"I need to go shower," you said, both replying to him and changing the subject in a way. "I'm so nasty from last night."

"You and I both. Do you want to shower together?" He made his proposal by reaching up a bit and kissing your jaw. It made you drop it, not to give him better access, but because his words were making you flustered again.

"No- why would we- we..."

"I'm just saying; it's cold and it's raining. There might not be a lot of hot water. We should be frugal."

Since you hadn't stopped him exactly yet, he took it as a sign to keep kissing you. Up your jawline and down your neck. And now forming a coherent thought was even more difficult. Your body squirmed around like you were being tickled, and you wanted to block him but at the same time not at all.

"Now, you're just making up excuses," you snorted, trying to sound austere but the smile he had managed to get on your lip served the exact opposite mission. "Do you want to have me for breakfast that bad?" you teased since he wasn't the only one able to do that.

But Taehyung pulled slightly away, biting his lip and looking at you through his lashes with the most innocent face he could muster. "Actually, I was hoping that if I eat you out, you might return the favor and help me out with this morning wood." And with that, he pressed upon you more, so that you could feel exactly what he was talking about. Your eyes widened and you gasped a bit, realizing that the hard thing nudging your thigh wasn't actually his knee like you thought.

"Oh..." you mumbled.

"But you don't have to!" Taehyung was quick to say when he saw your surprised reaction. But it wasn't so much surprise as it was a feeling of guilt; the man had done everything to please you the past couple of days, and you hadn't had the chance to do much for him in return. And there he was, with a pout on his lips and his dick begging for attention.

When you kissed him, you didn't do it just because you felt a sense of duty to do it, but mostly because the idea that he needed you turned you on so much, and so fast. You kissed him hard, not wasting any time to slip your tongue in his mouth, and your chest filled with pride when he started moaning. He was moaning more and louder than usual, probably being less interested in controlling himself since he still hadn't fully woken up yet, and you hadn't even touched him yet.

The rag slid down your shoulders as you moved over him, changing the position that had you both on your sides, to one where Taehyung was lying on his back and you were straddling him. You didn't have anything on other than that sweater, and so when you ground on his hard-on, it was easily gliding between your folds, making the man growl harder.

"Shit, Amy," he moaned and his voice was higher in pitch than normal. "I feel like a goddamn teenager. You're- shhh- you're gonna make me cum just like that."

You found his little voice cracks so adorable. You didn't know -could have never guessed- just how needy, desperate, whiny, and loud Taehyung got in the mornings. He always put on that facade of being in control, when in reality, deep down, all he wanted was to pleasure you as best as he could; all he was waiting for was a chance to be good for you. And then he was at your mercy for his own release. It was obvious in the way he hung from your lips, clawing at your sweater. Completely dependent on you and your moves.

"You can't cum like that, baby," you reminded him, pressing his chest down and sitting up, keeping your lips out of reach to make him whine more. You weren't used to this exactly, but damn, torturing this poor boy felt so good. Perhaps because you still wanted to hate him, so now that he was hooked on you and you were in control, you wanted to make him suffer; make him beg. Just like he had the audacity to do to you. "You can't cum before I tell you to, alright? If you do, I won't let you touch me again for the rest of our days here."

Taehyung cried out, his hips rising involuntarily to grind on your core more. "Stop," he breathed out. "Don't do that."

You laughed. Was he trying to order you around when his whole face was pink and he was panting, unable to compose himself? That was bold. Especially since what you were telling him seemed to turn him on even further.

You let two fingers run down his chest toward his belly. "You will finish in my mouth, okay? Nowhere else." Just to test him, you pushed down on his dick more, almost letting him inside you, and he crushed his head back, groaning.

"Amy- I'm so close already," he complained. "Just- just..."

You clicked your tongue, withdrawing both your hands and your hips from his body. "I don't like your tone, mister."

But he just looked at you with pitiful eyes. "I won't last if you don't..."

"You want me to suck your dick?" He nodded frantically. "You have to ask nicely."

"Son of a bitch," he sighed, biting his lip. And you could see him twitch all alone underneath you. It made you smirk.

"That's not nicely, baby," you cooed.

Taehyung's forehead started glistening as he got a little sweaty. And he groaned once more. "Amy..."

"Yes?"

He panted. "You don't even need to do much, just let me cum," he hummed.

And you chuckled. "Man, you really don't know how to ask politely, do you?" Then you snorted. "Well, what did I expect from someone like you."

You could tell all he really wanted to do was anything you asked of him; he just didn't like the fact that you were doing it on purpose. And if he just let you see exactly how desperate he was for you, then it would be a lot harder to establish himself later when he would need to again. But when one of your hands traveled south and wrapped around the base of his cock, there was truly little holding him back.

"Amy, please!" he squeaked, his voice cracking again. "Please, what do you want me to do? I've been as best as I could to you."

The words made your stomach do a flip, and you smirked, slowly running your fist up and down his length. "Yes, you have," you whispered. You lowered your head to his dick and stuck your tongue out. Taehyung watched you with wide eyes as you lazily brought the tip of your tongue on his head, gathering up all the precum that had leaked out. And he took a sharp breath in through his teeth. "You've been so good."

"I'm gonna cum," Taehyung announced, dropping his head back.

But you held him tighter. "Not yet." And you dropped your mouth entirely onto him.

Taehyung's mouth fell open in a silent cry as he did his best to control himself. This was torture. Sure, he had asked for it, but he had already woken up so close to his orgasm with the kind of dreams he was having, that all it would need to spill his seed out would have been a couple of strokes. It would have probably served him better to just go to the bathroom and deal with it himself. Now, he had this pretty girl with her warm, wet mouth all over him, sucking him off hard, and it felt so good he thought he would explode. And yet he couldn't. He had to wait.

"Amy, please," he choked out when you brought him deep enough to hit the back of your throat. "Ugh, please, let me cum."

You had never enjoyed giving someone a blowjob as much as you did at that moment. Besides the fact that Taehyung's dick was straight-up delicious, the sounds he was making and the way he was begging had your head spinning. It had you rubbing your legs together, bopping your head faster, and sipping him up harder as if you were trying to milk him. And you would have kept on doing that for so much longer, until your jaw was in too much pain, if it weren't for how his cries made you feel sorry for him.

So you popped him off your mouth just enough to say these words: "Coat my mouth with your scum, baby. Let me taste it."

You didn't have to touch him any longer; your words alone drove him over the edge he had been dancing on for a while now, spurting his seed on your offered tongue, his hands holding your head for the first time to keep you still. He gave you a couple of pumps, some of them missing the target and hitting your nose before he groaned and dropped back down. Panting and sighing, pulling his hair away from his face and whipping the sweat that had formed on his forehead. You stayed still, not sure if you wanted to spit or swallow, but since you couldn't immediately think of where you could do the former, you gulped down all that he had gifted you.

From your point of view, Taehyung had never looked hotter than he did at that moment; completely exhausted and dried up, probably without a single thought in his head. And all because of you. If you hadn't just made him finish and his dick go soft, you would have already jumped to sit on him, not even waiting to wear protection. Your core itched with want, too, and since he looked ready to go right back to sleep, you needed to go take that shower you had mentioned right away. And by shower, you know what I mean.

You went to get off the couch. But Taehyung's hand wrapped around your wrist instantly, keeping you back. His head foggy from his orgasm but still super aware of you and your movements. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Like I said." Your voice was a lot lower than before, much of your confidence having left you the moment that scene was over. In contrast, Taehyung seemed to be gaining his old self back little by little, considering the way his eyes were piercing you.

"Not before I'm done with you," he rasped, pulling your arm until you lost your balance and fell over his body. "Come sit on my face."

Your eyes popped open wide. "Wha- no, I'm fine."

While licking his lips, Taehyung snaked his free hand down your sides and cupped your pussy, a finger immediately sliding between your folds as if he was trying to gather up all your juices. "You call that fine?" he asked smugly as he made sure you could hear just how soaked you were. A moan caught in your throat, trying to hide how much you needed him. He smiled sweetly at you. "What, you thought I'd just leave you hanging? Come on, babe, turn around and sit that pretty ass of yours on my face because I don't have the strength to get up right now."

It would have been hard to say no to that when you could both feel the way you gushed out at his words. So you moved around until you were facing his feet and kneeled over his head. One of his arms wrapped around your hips, his other hand still playing with your folds. You hesitated coming down to him, that being a position you weren't used to, but he was pulling at you until his tongue managed to replace his fingers, licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance. You moaned, your legs shaking a bit as he gave you kitten licks to see the way you squirmed over him.

And then you felt a strong smack on your ass.

"Bitch, I said sit on my face, not hover over it!" Taehyung scolded.

"Ah!" you cried, a sound that sounded like pain at first but turned to more like thrill later. Your head whipped back, trying to see the man lying beneath you. "I am sitting," you insisted.

"If I can breathe while you do it, you're not doing it right." And then he gave you another smack on the ass, making you yelp again.

"Ah, stop! You'll suffocate."

"Good." His hands kneaded your buns strongly, waiting for you to move. But you were still uncertain. So he exhaled and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Amy? I thought you hated me, yet you don't even want to choke me with those thighs? I thought you wanted to kill me?"

It was a cheap trick to rile you up. Cheap, but it worked. You let yourself drop down completely, not holding any of your weight back. It felt weird at first, you felt pretty self-conscious, but then Taehyung's arms secured you around him and his tongue slipped inside you, and you didn't have the right mind to worry about anything else. You pushed even further down, trying to get him even deeper. He squeezed and pinched your things, moving your hips as best as he could to get you to grind on his face. And once you felt how nicely your clit rubbed on him, it was hard to do otherwise.

You held onto his hips for leverage to thrust against his tongue, as you could feel the feeling inside your tummy growing rapidly. And you moaned his name like a prayer. He pushed you off him just for a second enough to take a breath before he was pressing his mouth on your sensitive bud. His tongue flat on you to let you move against it in the way it felt best for you. Voice getting higher and higher as you got closer and closer, Taehyung smacking your ass again to make you scream. And with just one more hit, you were gushing all over his face, legs, and hips shaking violently as you fell over on him.

He remained lapping at you, cleaning you up, until you got so sensitive you had to pull yourself away. You got up and suddenly remembered to check on him. "Are you okay?"

He gave you one of those boxy grins, his eyes almost closing completely by how hard he was smiling. "Couldn't be better."

"Your face is all red." He looked like he had nearly died from asphyxiation. But he kept grinning.

"To be completely honest, I did forget for a moment to breathe. But that's not your fault. It was just too good to stop." With that he sat up and swung his legs to the side, in front of you, looking up at you.

You had to laugh. His whole approach to the moment, and even his bright red face with his hair all chaotic framing it, made you feel a lot more at ease. He seemed so happy for what he had just done. Almost like he had enjoyed it more than you.

"I have never met anyone who likes this so much as you," you admitted with another giggle.

Taehyung got up finally, looking around the room to find the discarded clothing items and get dressed. "Well, you have been dating all the wrong guys then," he said matter-of-factly before he found his briefs and jumped into them. He turned to look at you again. "See, this is what happens when you have standards and won't go for someone like me."

"I'm with you right now."

"Yeah, but you still won't date me." His words made you frown momentarily. Because they sounded slightly like a complaint. Or like a wish in disguise. But before you could have the chance to think twice, he cleared his throat and started putting on his pants, the eye-contact over. "Let's go shower and then eat something. This doesn't count as breakfast."

The atmosphere was awkward, only for a little, because then you occupied yourselves enough with dressing up, and going upstairs, and getting in that shower. You didn't shower together, chose the separate bathrooms instead. Which, you thought, was for the best; he might have already seen you naked but that was only while having sex. You didn't know if you were comfortable enough to be in your birthday suit and just... exist like that around him. But you still couldn't stop thinking about him. About what he would look like with all the water hitting his face. How you would like to shampoo his hair just to be able to hold him more intimately like that. Or for him to help you scrub your back and brush your hair. Generally, showering with someone else was another one of those things you didn't do much.

You heard the doorknob turn, and it brought butterflies to your stomach, thinking he had come to find you after all. But no one came in. You peeked your head around the curtain and the door was still closed. The shadows moving on the floor betrayed someone had just walked by, but he was still not entering.

"Taehyung?" you called but got no answer. Had he changed his mind?

You finished that shower alone. When you returned to your room, you found your phone was on your bed. You blinked at it, confused as to how it could be in such plain sight, and yet you still hadn't been able to find it yesterday. You grabbed it to see if you had any more notifications, and found a couple more missed calls from Yoonji. Oh, she would kill you for not responding earlier. Thankfully, you found just enough signal -you still hadn't been able to predict when or how that happened- and you called back. But she didn't answer. And when you called a second time, she still didn't answer. There was no way Yoonji was anywhere away from her phone; she must have just gotten mad at you for not calling earlier and ignoring your calls. But what would you even say? That your phone magically disappeared and reappeared today? And that you were too busy, what with fearing for your life and the sex and all?

"What did you want to talk about?" you sent her a text. Whatever. If she can hold a grudge against you over this petty thing, then it couldn't have been anything too important. Let her reply whenever she wanted to.

Taehyung had already served some breakfast when you got down, but at least this time it wasn't anything too extravagant, had simply opted for some toasted bread with marmalade, a boiled egg, and orange juice. You talked about his work and your studies, almost like making small talk. Like you would if you were meeting for the first time. Which is so odd; the two of you really just do everything the other way around, don't you?

What was making things uncomfortable was the fact that the two of you weren't fighting anymore. You certainly weren't used to that. But at the same time, you weren't exactly okay. Sure, you talked and spent your time together, you cooked and ate your breakfast and lunch, you played games and even cuddled sometimes. But it was all a little tricky. Because you had to be careful not to enjoy yourselves too much and let any emotions slip and show, or be too weird and ruin what you had managed to get. You almost felt guilty for liking being around him. But at the same time, you almost didn't want your days there to end.

You didn't want to go back to your reality, to your routine. Back to where you didn't talk and hated each other. But that would require you to admit it out loud first, and you definitely weren't about to do that.

"Amy?" Taehyung called for you after he had gone upstairs to get something and you had parted ways for a good five minutes. Five minutes and you already wanted to be in the same space again.

"In the kitchen," you shouted to let him know where you were. You were making both of you some afternoon tea since you had liked it last time. And yes, you wanted another excuse to keep him around you.

The photographer came jogging into the room with a grin on. "Look what I found!" he exclaimed, raising his hands to reveal a camera. A very old-looking camera.

"That's not yours?"

He shook his head excitedly. "No! I found it in that room with all those antiques!" With two steps he appeared right next to you, showing the tool around like a little kid that had just gotten a new Lego set. "Loot at this baby! It's a Japanese Arsen from the 1940s! This is insane, I don't think they realize how good this is if they just have it laying around here."

You chuckled. You had never seen Taehyung so enthusiastic. You knew, of course, that he must love photography and the such, but he always seemed more of a show-off about it than having a genuine passion for it. And seeing anyone talk about their passions, even if you don't understand a word about them, is sure to make your heart warm up.

"And get the best part," he went on. "I have a film with me that I think can work with this!"

"You do? You just carry around old film with you like that?"

Taehyung started picking the camera apart, opening up things you didn't quite understand to check whatever he needed to. "I am in the middle of using different models of analog cameras for a festival of 100 years of photography that we got going on in two months. So, yeah, I have a variety of films with me right now." He finally set the machine on the counter and looked back at you. "I don't have the exact film this would normally take, which would be a Vest Pocket film that's black and white, right? But I do have a Rera Chrome 100, and they're both 127 format films, so it should work." You were just staring at him with a confused smile. "This is the only 127 film with color, too."

You felt like a grandma listening to her grandchildren talk about technology you didn't understand. But you were happy for him. "That's all very amazing!" you finally said. "Are you gonna take pictures?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we could try to. The camera seems good to me, I think it should be working," he mumbled more to himself, taking another look at it. "You wanna go catch fairies with this thing?"

His words caught you a bit off guard. "What? Fairies?"

"Well, you know, the rain finally stopped and they always come out afterward, like snails." You were pretty sure he was messing with you. But he did take your hand to pull you out of the kitchen. "All we need is a pretty bait, which is where you come in. You will sit between the flowers in the garden, I will take your pictures with this, and then when we develop them we can see if we managed to recreate that famous picture with the little girl hanging out with the fairies."

You chuckled. He was definitely messing with you about the fairies, but he still seemed pretty serious about the photoshoot.

"I thought fairies were bad," you responded right as he threw a coat over your shoulders to push you out of the front door.

"Depends on who you ask," he told you with a wink.

Everything outside was still damp, even the atmosphere somehow. There was the distinct smell of the rain and the fresh air probing your senses, and for the first time since you got there, the environment felt nice. Like anything bad had been washed away. The plants glowed a bit brighter, the trees swinging around more rhythmically. You almost felt like an intruder when Taehyung guided you through the garden. But he was great at making you feel more relaxed and confident to pose for him; helping people like that was part of his job, after all.

He shaped and forged you in all those different positions, steering your body, or your face and your eyes in the direction he needed, before snapping the few pictures the film provided. Always kissing you in between. Every time his lips hit yours, you almost got too distracted to remember what you were up to. But the cold breeze brought you back each time without fail. It was sad that you couldn't see the pictures right away; Taehyung swore they were gorgeous yet you were doubtful. You would have to wait to go back in town to prove him wrong, though. And that was only if you even talked again after that.

The afternoon carried on calmly. This time you didn't occupy yourselves with work or studying at all. The days that you had left there were getting fewer and fewer, and it was no secret that you wanted to enjoy each other's company; even if you would never admit it. So you just had that tea you had forgotten, played some more games, talked about this and that. It turns out you had a lot more in common than you would have guessed. And the conversation was easy as long as you didn't fight.

"Any ideas for dinner?" he asked you once it had started to get somewhat late.

You nodded immediately. You had already thought about this beforehand. "Yeah, pizza!"

"Pizza?"

You nodded again. "Yeah. You know, I used to date an Italian-American guy and he taught me the easiest way to make good pizza," you explained while you started walking towards the kitchen. "It's so easy even I can do it."

"Oh," Taehyung mumbled before following behind your step. "Used to date? Like, how long ago are we talking about?"

You chuckled at his clearly annoyed reaction, then peeped at him over your shoulder with a smirk. "Why do you care?"

He was quick to shrug. "I don't care," he insisted as he started engaging himself with anything he could find on the counter that had no real use. "It's just a little suspicious that you would just casually bring up your ex like that."

You were torn between laughing at him and rolling your eyes at his behavior. "Yeah, I brought him up because of the pizza. If I had just said I'll make us pizza I'm pretty sure you would have complained that I don't have the skills for that, so I offered an explanation."

Taehyung snorted. "It was unnecessary."

"Are you jealous?"

"No, why would I be jealous?" He was avoiding your eyes while you decided not to stall any longer and start getting the flour and the rest of the ingredients ready. "I'm just saying-" he kept talking behind you, "-people usually talk about their exes when they still have feelings for them. And if this is a recent relationship I don't want to get caught in between. I don't want any Italian-American dudes showing up, wanting smoke."

You couldn't help but chuckle, your tongue pressing on your cheek, and you finally humored him by glancing at him. "Tae, that's not going to happen. Don't worry, I'm not like you when it comes to relationships."

He didn't say anything else, simply helped you with anything you needed for dinner. He helped you with rolling out the dough, and cooking the sauce, and shredding the cheese. You were always thankful for the moments you were cooking or eating, because no matter what was going on with the two of you, these were moments of reconcilement every time.

You made two big pizzas and a smaller one. The crust was a bit thin, but you argued that it was the way Italians make it. In one of them, you played safe and simply used sauce and mozzarella cheese. On the next one, Taehyung got to decide the toppings, and he went with pretty much anything he could find that would work on a pizza. And on the smallest one, you had minimal sauce left and no cheese, so you just improvised with some spiciness and pepperonis. You really didn't know if you would be able to eat them, but Taehyung never complained.

The photographer fixed up the fireplace a bit so that you could go eat next to it again. And you're not sure if the food was actually pretty good or if you were just very hungry and in a good mood that couldn't be ruined easily, but you both ate everything fast until there wasn't even a crumb left. And you felt so proud of yourself. Treating Taehyung made you almost blush before you reminded yourself that he wasn't it; that he wasn't your boyfriend and all of this would be over the moment you left this house. That you shouldn't be feeling this way. Just because you liked the sex didn't mean you had to start liking the man, too.

"Wanna play beavers?" you asked him once you had finished and you didn't really have anything else to do. I mean, you did, but you couldn’t just ask that yet.

But Taehyung was busy with his phone, not even glancing at you. "Give me a second."

He had been on his phone for the past half an hour or so, on and off, and you had never seen him so glued to it before. It made you frown in curiosity. "Are you talking to someone?" you asked.

Taehyung nodded. "Yes, Jimin." His face was way too serious to be texting his best friend, and it made you worry a bit.

"Jimin?" you murmured, leaning closer like trying to peep at his screen, although that's not what you did. Was something wrong? Did Jimin know about you? Had something bad happened with Yoonji; is that why she wanted to talk to you? "What are you guys talking about?" you finally asked. Taehyung's jaw moved around as if he was chewing an invisible gum, and you weren’t sure what to do because you had never seen him like that. You leaned back away, feeling a little off. "Tae?"

"You," he said then.

It took you a second to realize what he was answering. "What?"

The photographer dropped his phone next to him, looking at you in the eyes at last. His scrutiny making you cower a little. "We're talking about you."

You gulped. "You told him what happened between us?"

He shook his head. "No. I didn't say anything." But it was clear that from his stance and his words, he was still not making any sense, so he carried on. "He is the one talking about you."

Somehow, that statement was worse than the one you had expected. You didn't know what Jimin could possibly be telling him, but it was certainly not anything good, given Taehyung's serious face. And suddenly your blood went cold, trying to think of anything wrong that you might have done. And you were so scared, and you didn't even know why. Were you scared of disappointing him? Of ruining the little that you had with him? Why did the idea of Taehyung being mad at you, make you feel so bad?

"Wha- what is he saying?"

He clicked his tongue. "Can I ask you something…?” he mumbled, straightening his back and rubbing his chin. “You keep saying your not like me when it comes to relationships. And you’re still mad about what I did three years ago. But what did you do then?”

You gulped. You had no idea what he was referring to, but somehow you already felt guilty. “What do you mean? What did I do?”

Taehyung leaned in closer to you. “I mean, you obviously hated me. How did you handle that? Very… maturely, like you constantly try to pretend to do?”

You huffed. “Just get to the point, dude. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The corner of his lips twitched, almost like he was about to smile, even though it was clear his mood was anything but cheerful, while his eyes bored into yours dangerously. And he took his time replying, either waiting for you to admit whatever it was he wanted to hear first, or simply to keep you sweating. And then he finally sighed. “You made up a rumor about me, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t what you suspected he would say, and for a split second, you frowned, confused by his words. “What? What rumor- what are you saying? I’ve never done such a thing.” You didn’t get all the way defensive like you normally would because even though you couldn’t understand what was going on straight away, you still felt that guilt in your stomach.

The photographer chuckled in the darkest way you had ever heard. “Oh, so you’re telling me you didn’t spread around that I had the smallest dick ever?”

You choked. “Wha- no, I- I didn’t…”

“Oh, please. Yoonji said so herself.”

You couldn’t lie; you knew exactly what he was referring to. Had you said those exact words before? Yes. Had the rumors spread around so much that everyone on campus knew about them and they eventually reached back to you? Also yes. But had you intended for that to happen? Absolutely not. You had simply told a friend of yours and then Taehyung’s reputation did the rest; he was in the spotlight, everyone was talking and wanting to know more about him.

“I wasn’t trying to spread any rumors,” you tried to excuse yourself. But the boy was already shaking his head at you, not exactly seeming to want to listen to you. “It wasn’t my fault. I just told one girl and then she-”

“But you didn’t even know!” he interrupted you with a bitter laugh. “You never saw me, you just straight-up lied. Why would you tell anyone something like that?” He didn’t sound hurt, nor angry. He mostly sounded disappointed and that was so much worse.

You definitely didn’t like fighting with Taehyung when you were clearly the one at fault. “To be fair-” you kept talking even when he wasn’t paying any attention to you, “-when I said you had a small dick, I meant metaphorically. As in you had small dick energy. 'Cause you were a cheating little shit.”

He scoffed. “You know I don’t actually care about that.” Saying that, he got up and you were immediately on your feet as well. “I never cared about those rumors, we both know how fake they are.” He paused and leaned closer to your face. “What I care about is that you started them,” he whispered, and it was so much worse than if he had chosen to yell instead. “That you keep pretending you’re oh-so-perfect and I’m the asshole who deserves nothing but hate. When all this time you were just as guilty.”

Your entire face burned, your fists so tight you could feel your nails digging in your palms. All because he was right and you hated being put in that situation. “I said- I didn’t actually mean to-”

“Tell me, if my dick’s so small, why can’t you get enough of it?”

Your jaw dropped dramatically. “I-”

“And you can’t stop screaming my name when I fuck you?”

You were pretty sure he was just trying to rile you up, and you shouldn’t just let him succeed that easily. But, god damnit, he was good at everything he was doing. Whether that was getting on your nerves or turning you on. “Gosh, I hate you!”

He laughed at you. “If you hate me so much, why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”

He had gotten so close to you, starring down at you with a smirk, and at that point, you weren’t even sure what his mood was. Was he angry, trying to make you so, too? Or was he trying to get something else out of you? You pushed him back, the proximity choking you. “I’m the one who can’t keep my hands to herself?” you mocked. “Might I remind you who was begging me to touch him this morning?”

Taehyung licked his lips as he looked away. “Might I remind you who was thanking me for making her cum so hard last night?”

You snarled, stomping your foot on the floor. “And might I remind you who tried to get in the shower with me ‘cause he still hadn’t had enough?”

His smile faltered. And then he slightly frowned. “Not me.”

“Yes, you!”

But Taehyung shook his head, keeping up the amused look on his face. “I only joked about it, I didn’t actually do it,” he mumbled with his frown still on, confused as to why you were bringing it up. “It doesn’t count.”

Yet you pressed on. “Oh, come on, you didn’t just joke about it, you did it!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!” you insisted. “I heard you when you tried to get in the bathroom while I was showering, Taehyung. You can’t lie to me.”

Taehyung lost his smile completely. And he looked at you seriously, his frown deepening. “You heard what?”

“The doorknob,” you announced, with a smug look.

But the photographer’s expression didn’t change. “Amy, that wasn’t me. I didn’t go anywhere near the west wing today.”

The arrogance left you within a second, your face turning pale and your eyes wide, as they stared into his very similar ones. “Stop,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Stop playing!” you whined suddenly in a high-pitched voice.

But Taehyung raised his hands defensively. “I’m not! Amy, I swear, I’m not joking. I don’t know-”

Before he had time to finish his sentence, you threw your body on his, gripping his shirt tightly in your fists, holding onto him like your life depended on it. Perhaps it did. "Tae!” you cried. “Someone tried to get in the bathroom while I was showering! Taehyung, there was someone-”

“Are you sure?” he simply asked you, his eyes searching yours with worry. You knew he wasn’t lying by the way he was genuinely concerned, too. By the way his arms wrapped around you like he was trying to protect you.

You nodded frantically. “Yes! Tae, I’m telling you, someone turned the doorknob to get in, but then didn’t.”

“Maybe you got confused and thought that’s what happened, but…” Taehyung tried to say. He wasn’t saying that to invalidate your words or doubt you. He, too, was trying to think of a logical explanation as you were freaking out in his embrace.

“No, I’m 100% sure. I heard it, I saw it! Someone was outside the door, Taehyung, and they tried to get in!” Before you knew it, you had tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “I thought it was you, I called your name. But no one responded.”

His fingers brushed your hair behind your ears as he talked in the most soothing voice he could muster. “Alright, alright. I believe you, Ames.”

“There was somebody, or- or something in here!” you continued wailing.

“Maybe it was a cleaning lady-”

“What cleaning lady, Tae?” you shrieked. “Have you seen any ladies in here?”

But he held your face firmer, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It must have been. Maybe she wanted to get in the bathroom, realized you were inside, and left.”

You sniffed at him, looking over your shoulder to check the room as if you would find anything out of place. “That’s just wishful thinking and you know it.” Then you buried your face right into his chest, your grip tightening. “This place is haunted! This place is haunted and we’re gonna die!”

He let you go just so that he could grab your wrists and pull your hands away from your face so that he could look at you. “Amy, no,” he rasped. “No one’s gonna die.”

“I want to leave,” you whined again, your tears blocking your view and unable to meet Taehyung’s concerned eyes. But you could still feel his thumb caressing your cheek, whipping those tears away. And it still calmed you down as much as possible.

“Hey, okay,” Taehyung mumbled before he started walking towards the door while pulling you with him. “Okay, okay…” he kept repeating under his breath as he led you through the corridor and toward the main hall. You were confused as to what he was doing until he reached for that old phone sitting on a small coffee table.

“What are you doing?” you asked. “Are you calling the owners?” Your sniffs and sobs died down, seeing more clearly now as you watched Taehyung roll in the number that was written on a card next to the phone without looking at you.

“Yes, we need to get to the bottom of this,” he stated as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Tae, why are you calling the people at this hour? You will disturb them,” you almost whispered.

But he shook his head sternly. “No, it’s more important that you feel safe. Plus, they did say we could call any time.” Before you could say another thing, Taehyung started speaking on the phone. “Good evening, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you. Yeah, no, everything’s alright. I was just calling to ask you about the housekeepers. Yeah. Do you know if they came in this morning?”

The conversation was making you a little uncomfortable; you were never the kind to confront people at work. But just the act on behalf of Taehyung was already making you feel better. “What’re they saying?” you mouthed, and he glanced at you, his hold on your hand getting a bit stronger as though to console you.

“No, nothing’s lost. We just had a situation; we didn’t see anyone here and I wanted to know around what time they’re here.” He was nodding along to whatever the woman on the other end of the line was telling him. And while he listened, his thumb started drawing circles over your hand absentmindedly. “Yes, I think one of them tried to get in the bathroom while my friend was there- No, no, nothing like that. She was just curious to know if it was one of them. Yes. Yes, I understand.” Taehyung gave you another look, noticing how your teeth were digging into your lip, and smiled at you. “Could you? Thank you, that would be great. Yes, thank you. Have a nice evening.”

And with that, he hung up. And he turned completely toward you and smiled brighter. But he wasn’t saying anything; just looked at you like he was admiring your beauty like he forgot you were still anxiously waiting for the results of the conversation. “So?” you asked.

Taehyung leaned in and gave you a peck on the lips, holding your face with both hands. “They were here this morning and the lady said one of them probably tried to get in the bathroom to get some cleaning supplies. She said she will ask and tomorrow morning they will talk to us, okay?”

You chewed on your lip as you watched his face so close to yours. This all sounded so ridiculous suddenly; they had seriously called in for something like that? But Taehyung didn’t once make you feel like you were overreacting. He didn’t see it like that. He thought you had every right to be scared, you had every right to feel panic. And he would do anything to calm you down, to make you feel protected, as well as actually protect you if he had to. His whole stance and presence made you feel at ease.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Yes. Thank you,” you murmured against his neck.

You heard him take in a deep breath like he was trying to take in all of your aroma as if it would be his last chance. And then he sighed as he exhaled. “Don’t go anywhere, Amy. It’s more dangerous for you to leave right now.” It was a long way home on a muddy road with no lights or anything close-by for help. Late at night, with rain threatening to pick up soon and a terrible signal. Of course he didn’t want to let you go of his arms.

You shook your head a bit, still buried in the crook on his neck. “I know. I won’t leave.” You had managed to calm down a surprisingly good deal. Even though you had nothing more of an answer as to what was happening in that Manor than you did earlier when you were just guessing, it felt good enough. Taehyung was there, ready to help you in any way he could, and it was enough.

“We should just forget about this and go to sleep,” he whispered before pulling away to look at you. “Then we can see what happens in the morning, okay?” You almost started to get nervous again, your fingers gripping his shirt immediately. Without having to say anything, the photographer noticed the change in your eyes. “Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to hurt you, I will be right here to keep you safe all night. Okay?”

You pouted. “You won’t leave me alone?”

He immediately shook his head. “No, not at all, baby. I won’t leave you from my sight for a second.”

He led you to his room on the east wing, a bigger and darker room than your own. Yet somehow it felt safer, too. Perhaps because Taehyung’s energy was all over the place. A pretty and slightly scary at first room, but once inside, it’s inviting and better than the rest. That was definitely Taehyung’s energy.

He had you seated on the king-sized bed with the raven covers while he locked the door, then pushed a dresser in front of it as well, for good measure. He drew the curtains in front of the balcony door and lit up a couple of lamps around the room to make sure you would have light even after switching off the main one. And after having affirmed time and time again that you felt as safe as possible in there with him, he came to meet you in the bed. To give you another peck on the lips and hold your face a few seconds more. Looking at you like it would be the last time he would be able to.

“Let me give you something more comfortable to wear,” he offered when he noticed your jeans and how neither of you had thought about making a stop to your room before coming here.

You pointed at the shirt he was wearing. “Can I have this?” You didn’t want just anything, you wanted something that had his scent still all over it. To make you feel like you were being hugged by the boy himself.

Taehyung nodded. There was no way he would say no to you, and it wasn’t even because of the panic attack you had had earlier. In actuality, he had more or else been treating you like that from the beginning of your days here. Like deep down it was the only way he wanted to act around you; even if he liked to tease or rile you up every now and then. He probably only did that just to play into your idea of him and not scare you away with his affection.

Taehyung took off both his shirt and pants, getting in bed just with his briefs on. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, licking his lips. You didn’t mind, but it did make you a bit flustered. Ridding yourself from your clothing too, you put on his shirt and joined him.

He immediately turned you into the little spoon, snaking his limbs around your body and caging you against his. He nuzzled his nose in your neck, giving you a couple of kisses right under your ear, but other than that there was nothing sexual about his advance. He simply held you close to keep you safe like he had promised. Cuddling into you like it was something so natural, like you had been doing it for years. And his breath on your skin felt like company, his heartbeat on your back like a lullaby, his warmth and entire presence like a shield.

It almost ached you how good you felt at that moment. Good because you loved being with Taehyung, and ached because you wouldn’t be with him for much longer.

You cleared your throat, the sound filling the quiet room entirely. “I’m sorry I spread rumors about your penis,” you whispered, hanging your head low.

A low rumble of a laugh was heard muffled from behind you. “It’s alright,” Taehyung reassured you, holding you tighter. “Even with rumors like that, every girl still wanted to fuck me. And then they could be met with a pleasant surprise, right?”

You rolled your eyes as you could tell he just wanted to make you say it. “Right…” you admitted, without going into further detail about how big he actually was. “But still, I shouldn’t have talked bad about you just because I was mad.”

He continued chuckling, clearly finding your apology amusing. Maybe because he didn’t actually see the need for one, had already moved past the subject. “It’s really fine. Plus, they only lasted a couple of months before I completely disproved them.”

You rolled your eyes again. “By fucking the entire campus.”

“You have to do what you have to do.”

You knew it was a joke but it still served as a pretty good reminder of the fuckboy he really was. Of how different the two of you really were, on a fundamental level, even if staying in that house together had overshadowed that a bit.

“You haven’t been in an actual relationship since I’ve met you, have you?” you asked, not sure why.

Taehyung ran his nose up and down the slope of your neck for a couple of seconds like a predator circling his prey. “No,” he admitted then. “Relationships aren’t really my thing.”

“Not surprising.”

“What about you?” His hands were stroking your body, not in an erotic way, simply just feeling you up while he still could.

“I only do relationships,” you replied. “One-night-stands aren’t really my thing.”

See? Fundamentally different. Even if you didn’t have everything that was already holding you back, you would still probably never work. And no, the one week on vacation here doesn’t count. Because when you are trapped away in a Victorian Manor, with no other communications, in a world so contrasting to your actual routine, with a promise that when it’s all over, it really is… all over. Then you are bound to act some type of way. You are bound to seak the other’s company, you are bound to forget about the rules, you are bound to give yourself in for a romance with an expiration date. Right?

“I’m glad you made an exception for me, then,” Taehyung whispered in your ear. And you couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

Exception. Because this wasn’t a relationship; this wasn’t going to last. Whether it would end tomorrow or the day after that barely even mattered. What mattered was that the photographer and you were a one-time thing. A one-in-a-million thing. A thing that would never, ever repeat itself. And if you liked kissing him and wanted to do it for a bit longer, you had to keep it to yourself. And if you didn’t even want this night to dawn so that you never had to leave, you couldn’t admit it aloud. And if you wished you were his exception instead, you had to just accept you weren’t.

You closed the tiny gap between you and kissed him; softly. Because this might be your last chance to do so. And he let his lips be guided in your rhythm, dipped a hand through your hair to pull you as close as you wanted to be. You couldn’t entirely see the point of indulging in an act that made your stomach rouse like never before, when you knew how it would end. Why would you let yourself get used to something so sweet, when you know you’ll only ever be chasing that high from then on? Then again, you couldn’t stop. You kept kissing him, deeper and firmer, because why wouldn’t you indulge in this while you could?

Even as your kiss became more passionate, your bodies squirming and pressing against one another more desperately, this continued to be the softest you had ever been with him. Almost like there was something more than lust at play there. And even though you could feel his dick hardening on your hip, and your panties soaking up in your wetness, even though you both clearly wanted more, neither made that move. Your lips and tongues were enough; you wanted to take your time to memorize exactly how that alone felt.

And when you had plenty of that, you straddled him gently to press down on his erection with your wet core.

“Ah, Amy,” he moaned, his mouth dropping open. “Fuck me.” It was a kind request, the man’s brain having rotten from desire and you appearing like his sole savior in the moment. His hands traveled down your body, to hold your thighs as you ground on him, sneak under his shirt and pull it over your head. Then they reached your breasts, massaging them like a kid messing with playdough. “Baby, use me.”

You growled as you pressed down on him harder, throwing your head back. Your fingers ran through his hair and you pulled it, making him whine. You loved those eager sounds he made so much. You couldn’t imagine never hearing them again.

You didn’t want to waste any more time. “Do you have a condom?”

He sighed, biting his lip with a pained expression like he just remembered, too. “I- I don’t. Only had one in my wallet, didn’t exactly think I’d get some here.”

It was clear he felt bad, thinking that meant you would stop. And he was ready to accept it. But you were too far gone for that. You couldn’t give two fucks if you had protection or not; there was nothing stopping you from feeling him where you wanted him tonight.

“It’s okay,” you said, surprising him a bit. And right away, you pulled his briefs down to free his cock that stood hard against his lower abdomen. “Just tell me before you cum.” And, with a swift movement, you pushed your panties to the side and lined him up with your entrance.

Taehyung, still somewhat processing what you were doing, widened his eyes and growled when his naked head brushed on your wet pussy. He quite literally howled as you started slowly sinking on him, spasming from how good you felt around him. And you were close to doing the same. You weren’t sure if it was the rawness of it, the intimacy of your treatment earlier, or the adrenaline from even before that, but Taehyung inside you felt so good you almost orgasmed before even bottoming out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your lips digging in your bottom lip.

“Gosh, princess, I love— this so much,” Taehyung moaned once he could feel all of you, his dick curved inside and pressing straight on your cervix. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

As by his order, you started rocking up and down. Arching your back to move back and forth smoothly, and in circles, and in any way that made your man make those delicious sounds. His hands held you like you were something to worship, a goddess, as he helped you in your movements. Until you were dripping sweat and your knees hurt so much you fell forward to crush your body on his. That’s when he hugged you and started thrusting up inside you, all while kissing your forehead sweetly. You ground on him, trying to get your clit to rub against his pubic bone in order to build up your climax.

“Good girl,” Taehyung purred in your ear. Because he knew you were close, and he knew how much his words and his voice affected you. He wanted to push you over the edge with just that. “You make me feel so good, baby.” You whined in response. “You and your perfect, little cunt. Feels so good wrapped around me like that.” And you whined again, picking up the pace of grinding against him, chasing your high. “I want to feel you cumming on me, princess. Want your cum all over my bare dick.”

In his attempt to make you orgasm, his thrust became deeper and harder, and they were immediately attacking your g-spot. You cried out loud, the sensation of it along with the constant stimulation of your clit being a little too much. Your pending climax suddenly felt like so much you tried to hold back. “Tae-” you whined, trying to push back.

But his arms held you down on him more firmly. “No, no, don’t fight it. Give me everything you got.” And he continued to hit that spot inside you, pressing two fingers on your clit as well. And you had an orgasm building upon orgasm, and it was getting uncontrollably big. “Give it to me.” Your mouth fell open in a cry as you reached beyond the point of going back, yet still tried to hold it in. But Taehyung kept thrusting, kept begging. “Please, baby, please cum on me.”

How could you refuse that? You spilled on him before you could understand what was happening, screaming his name at the top of your lungs as more and more spurt sprayed out of you and onto his stomach, like it was never-ending. The high you were ridding was never-ending. A high you had never experienced before, a high you didn’t want to get off, a high sure to make you fall in love.

“That was so hot-” It was the first thing you heard after who knows how long. After you managed to recollect your mind and see in front of you again. And then you realized Taehyung was no longer inside of you; he had pulled you off him and released his own cum against your ass while you were blacked out.

When you looked down, it was a mess. You quickly got off him. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you said.

“Princess, what are you apologizing for?” Taehyung grabbed your arm to pull you back close to him. He kissed your lips softly. “You looked like you had such fun, never apologize for that.

You bit your lip as your eyes were still glued on his glistening belly. “I… I think I… Did I just squirt?”

Taehyung smiled at your innocent and shocked expression. “You did. And I liked it so much.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Was that your first time?” he asked when he saw you were still processing everything. And when you nodded shyly, he pulled you in for another soft kiss. “First of many to come,” he said.

Almost like he was promising he would be there to make sure that was the case.

The bed was big enough for you to lazily clean yourselves and roll to a drier side to sleep. Taehyung wrapped his arms and legs around you again, the same way he had done before, nuzzling into you like you were a teddy bear. And you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt and mold against his body in a way that it would be the perfect fit.

The fear of the haunted Manor forgotten. The only thing on your minds being each other.

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knaite-solo · 4 years

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Dear Lee - Zuko x Reader

Summary: After being rescued from prison, you discover that you fell in love with a lie.

Pairing: Zuko x DaiLi!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2105

“Hand me the prison keys.” Zuko ordered to the semi-conscious warden that he found in front of his uncle's cell.

Warden Poon was barely able to open his eyes due to the hard confrontation he had with Iroh.

“But, Prince Zuko…”

“Just do it.” Zuko didn’t even try to use a calm tone this time, even threatening Poon with one of his fists on fire.

With no other choice, the warden handed the bunch of keys to the prince. He no longer wanted any conflicts, mainly because he didn’t have enough strength to do so and also because he knew that his firebending was inferior.

With the keys in hand, Zuko began his plan, starting to free the remaining prisoners from the tower. Initially, his intention was just to free his uncle, but as he had failed to do so, he decided not to let the opportunity go in vain.

Most of the people who were there weren't dangerous, but very prestigious. Big business owners, high-ranking military men, former rulers. Even his uncle was only there and not in the Boiling Rock, as he was part of the Royal Family. Fortunately, thanks to this foolish choice, Iroh had benefited from the average security prison to escape.

When Zuko finally thought he had just opened all the cells, he came across one that was different from the others. It wasn’t surrounded by iron bars, but by large metal plates with a small window in the middle, apparently where meals were placed. Not even his uncle had been put in such a bad place. Could someone really be there?

With some caution, the firebender turned the key in the lock and subtly opened the door, placing his head inside the small gap he had opened.

“Hello?”

Unfortunately, Zuko identified someone lying in the back of the dim cell.

And that someone was you.

But since you hadn’t responded to his call, he was uncertain if you had heard him. So, the prince decided to enter the cubicle and shook you gently, trying to awake you.

“Hey. Wake up.”

It all seemed too confusing in your head when you started to wake up. A familiar voice rang in your ears and a small amount of light illuminated the cell, but the brightness irritated your eyes since you hadn't been dealing with it for weeks.

“Hey.” He called you again and then you finally remembered who that voice belonged to.

“Lee?” You questioned in an uncertain but hopeful tone.

“Y/n?” Hearing your name coming from his lips filled you with happiness.

Without restraining yourself, you wrapped the prince in a tight hug and he reciprocated you a bit shyly since he didn't expect that demonstration of affection, much less to find you in a place like that. But you didn't care about his shyness. Just having him in your arms was good enough.

“I'm so happy that you're okay, Lee.”

You called him Lee again. After all, he was Lee to you.

For you, he was the guy from the teahouse you used to go to after your earthbending training. The guy who had caught your interest so suddenly that when you noticed you would show up to see him even when there was no reason to.

For you, he was the guy who made you laugh even when he didn't mean anything funny. He had such a weird and grumpy way of looking at things that you couldn't help but think it was cute.

For you, he was the guy who had taught you a bit of swordsmanship and when he wielded those double swords, you were even more attracted to him. He always seemed to dance with them. And he made it look so easy when you knew it wasn't.

For you, he was the guy you had your first date with. In fact, you weren't even sure if it was a date, but you always treated the memory with the amount of affection you think it deserved.

You couldn't forget when you had dinner with him and he yelled at one of the waiters, apparently a little embarrassed by a silly comment. You also couldn't forget how you tried to hold his hand and he allowed it, walking with you like that for a while. You couldn't forget the fountain where you took him to and how the candles magically seemed to light around it. It was the perfect place and the perfect time. You could almost feel that he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him. And suddenly, he left, leaving you with a coupon for the teahouse he worked at.

Shortly after that small step in your relationship, you graduated as part of the Dai Li. You wished you could protect your people and you felt that that was the right way to do it. You had grown up in the Lower Ring and aspired to bring some justice to this region. It is a pity that you got it all wrong and chose the worst way to achieve it.

Before joining the other agents, you had a last cup of tea at your favorite spot. You already wore the typical Dai Li costume and you expected the farewell to be kinda hard. But to your surprise, that day, Lee didn't show up, just his uncle. You said goodbye to Mushi and asked him to deliver the message, but it always hurt you that Lee wasn't there to hear it in person.

So, you met again. And you had so much to say to your dear Lee.

“Why didn't you come to say g-”

“Not now.” Zuko interrupted you a little roughly, but it wasn’t intentional. He just was in a hurry. “I’m sorry. We need to go before they find us.”

He cautiously broke away from your embrace and lifted you, pulling you by your hand. However, you were so weak from the hard days in prison that you almost fell backward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held you tightly by the waist so you wouldn't fall.

“What’s wrong?” Zuko asked worriedly.

“Nothing. Let's go.”

You broke free from him politely, trying to prove that you were well enough to walk alone and get out of there on your own, but deep down, you knew it was all just a lie. You had been tortured during so many days that you didn't even know how you could still speak. You didn't even know how you could still pronounce the word hope. Perhaps it was the fact that you were from the Earth Kingdom. Your people were known for being enduring and strong and so were you. You had to go on despite everything.

“Let me help you.” Zuko offered again but you denied.

However, when you started to leave the cell for the first time in weeks, your body again lost its balance. You were so thrilled to finally be able to touch something other than cold metal walls that you didn't look at your steps. Until warm hands held you again.

“Please, I just want to help.” He practically begged this time and you could feel his hands tightening around you.

“Fine.” You said it reluctantly, knowing that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Zuko was pleased to finally get your consent and cautiously, he put one of your arms over his neck, supporting your weight against his body. The prince could easily carry you on his back, but he knew you were a proud person and would be offended if you were treated that way. He wanted to give you the proper respect. After all, you were a fighter just like him.

“Now, can you tell me what happened?”

Zuko wanted to ask that question since he found you in that cold, dark cell. It never crossed his mind that you could be so close to him and he never noticed. And if it weren't for his change of heart, you might have rotten there and he would never know.

He wanted to know why you were in that tower since you weren’t a relatively important person.

He wanted to know why you seem to be a thousand times more mistreated than the other prisoners he had released. You could barely walk without stumbling and that didn't match the determined person he met at Ba Sing Se.

He couldn't help but look at the injured extension of your body. All he could see was a large number of bruises, burns, and marks. You looked like a macabre work of art and probably the artist of this work had a mind as macabre as.

He wanted to ask so much. Zuko was immensely concerned about your condition, but at the same time, he was more concerned with how he would say he wasn’t who you thought he was.

“Fire Nation happened.” You finally responded sarcastically. “Do I really need to tell you that, Lee?”

Zuko didn't dare to say anything. Every time he heard his false name, everything seemed to get worse. So he decided to go down the stairs with you in silence. If he could take care of your safety by pretending to be Lee for a while, then he would do it.

“Why are you wearing these disgusting clothes?” The red suit with golden details annoyed you a lot since it looked a lot like the clothes of that woman you despised so much.

Zuko remained silent. You couldn't help but be irritated by his attitude, but you knew you were dependent on him at that moment. You could either adapt to his sudden silence or return to your unhappy cell. Although even if you wanted to return, Zuko would never let you go back.

You finally made it out of the tower and your eyes shone with excitement. How long have you been since you breathe some fresh air? You were so happy that you would have jumped, screamed, and even danced a little if some guards hadn't shown up.

You quickly let go of Zuko and placed yourself in front of him.

In your mind, you were stronger than him. You were the person who had been blessed with the ability of bending. You were also the person who had been trained to be an elite fighter and serve Ba Sing Se, even it was all a big fat lie. You couldn't change the fact that you joined Dai Li and were manipulated to do bad things, but you could use your strength to do things differently from now. And so you would protect Lee.

You took a rigid stance and levitated some blocks of earth. You were ready to attack until you hear them communicate with Lee.

“Prince Zuko!” One of them spoke up trying to communicate with the man behind you, but that didn't make any sense. He wasn't this Zuko guy.

A woman ran towards you with fire daggers in her hands, but that didn't make you back off. You knew you were superior and even if you weren't, you would force yourself to be.

When you tried to throw the rocks at her, you were stopped, with your hand being held behind your back.

Only one person would be close enough to you to act that fast.

“Lee, what are you doing?” You tried to get loose in vain.

“I’m sorry.” Zuko whispered.

Before you could answer or try to earthbend something with your feet, Zuko threw you over one of his shoulders, almost like you were a sack of potatoes.

"Stop."

You didn't understand why he told you to stop until you realized that the order wasn't for you. He was talking with the guards.

“But, prince Zuko, she’s the Dai Li agent that princess Azula-”

“I don’t care. I’m ordering you to stop.”

You couldn't understand anything anymore. Why did Lee seem to have authority over those guards? Why weren't you being attacked? Why were they constantly calling him prince Zuko?

“I’m afraid we can’t, Your Highness.” The guard with fire daggers replied.

And then, a battle of flames started.

You were outnumbered. You knew that Lee was good with swords, but that would be insufficient. You would have to fight. Only you could defend the two of you.

"Lee, please." You practically begged, pulling his shirt with as much strength that you could.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. For everything." And when he started to firebend, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

Lee never existed.

Maybe I will write a part 2 since I liked this theme so much. Please let me know in the comments if I should continue. Suggestions for the next part are also accepted! To this imagine, I inspired myself with the song Natalie - Milk & Bone.

Request made by @bucky-blogs Thank you so much for requesting this!

Since English isn’t my native language, please be kind. Any criticism is appreciated.

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buildmeafairytale · 3 years

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Elow’s POV

Edit: I added a couple paragraphs so this would make more sense, I hadn't realized I posted it unfinished!

Hey all! This is just a NSFW little blub from my recent story from Elow’s POV. Here is a link to part one, if you haven’t read it and want to :) I also just want to thank you all for the support and kind words, it means a great deal.

Siphorus was infuriating. He struts around, with his pretty markings and thick arms, and plays the role of protector. As if I am something to be protected from! Hrmf. I cross my arms and lean back against the counter, a dramatic pout on my lips. But I don’t care if I am being dramatic. I am getting tired of his perfection.

So what if he is handsome and helped Master Lillian and I figure things out? He is still another demon with the same master as me. He is more confident than I am. With way more arms. I don’t know why Lily would ever keep me, given a choice.

Master Lily, I chastise myself. I at least need to get points for being polite. I’m not too good at much else. I heave out a sigh, missing her. I wish she would come home soon. When she’s here, things seem brighter. She is sweet to me, and hasn’t made me expand on what I meant when I told her I had never had a master so nice.

I’ve had masters before who would be so angry once they realized they summoned a demon who wasn’t very powerful. Sure, I can do some things, but I’m mostly good at plants and gardening, which is not something I’ve been summoned for. My new master loves her garden though, and the fact that she trusts me to use my magic on something so dear to her makes me feel like I have a purpose. When she first showed me the garden and I grew a strawberry for her, she was so excited. She told me how amazing that was, and I feel myself glow at the memory.

I’m too lost in self pity and thoughts of Siphorus’s hands and Master’s lips that I do not hear Siphorus come into the room. I jump, and he gives me a friendly smile. He has food with him, and while neither of us has to eat it to sustain ourselves, we all like the family dinner type routine we had. Is it another excuse to be present and around Siphorus and my master? Possibly.

“Sorry to have spooked you, I got us dinner.” He says, setting the table with an easy wave of his hands. So good at magic too, unlike me. My sullen mood sinks even further.

Siphorus comes closer, a frown on his face. “Is something wrong?”

I shake my head and all the bad thoughts away, hoping he couldn’t sense them. His magic is powerful, and I don’t rule out the possibility.

He presses me to the wall, and another set of hands goes to work untying my bottoms. He kisses and nips at my lips until my eyes are glossed over and mewls are leaving me without my permission.

“No, no, everything is fine. Thank you!” I give him a smile, remembering my manners. I can’t be rude to him, even if he is the better demon. I don’t want to be rude to him, either. Everything in me strives to please him, too. He isn’t my master, but the urge to please is still strong. I can’t help zoning out when his lips move, too enraptured by them. I wouldn’t want him to know of my self pity, either. The confident demon that he is, he could never understand.

I go to walk by him, but a hand wraps around my bicep, stopping me in my tracks. I try to suppress the shiver ran through me, but Siphorus catches it all the same. He leans in and I feel his magic run around me, gentle but incessant. I try to block it out and keep my thoughts and desires to myself, but he brushes over me and I yield.

I can tell the moment he detects it. He freezes, magic and all, before his eyes snap to mine. If I could blush, I would be beet red right about now. I'm sure he can feel this embarrassment too, but to my shock he does not tease me. He kisses me. He kisses me softly, over and over again, until I get my wits about me and respond. His kisses grow harder, and I gasp into his mouth as his fangs press into my lips.

He wraps one large hand around my throbbing dick, and I think I can die a happy demon. I go to return the favor, reaching for him, but another hand comes and grabs my own. Much to my surprise, he laces our long fingers together and brings my scarred hand to his lips. The intimacy has me squirming, the pleasure from being denied it so long is almost too much.

Siphorus captures my gaze, and whispers “So good,” to me. He looks at me as if I am something to behold, and I feel my urges to please him bubble up to the surface.

“I want to make you feel good,” I moan out, arching into his touch.

“You are - you do make me feel good. Let me pleasure you,” he whispers, hotly into my skin.

If that’s what he wants, then so be it. I let myself get lost in him, arching and writhing against his skin. Neither of us like to wear a lot of clothing, so before I realize it we are both bare. He lifts me and lays me down. My thoughts grow foggy, and every touch feels like sparks dancing on my skin.

I feel his member rutting against me and he finally lets me touch him back. My hand dances down his abdomen and wraps around his shaft. He is larger and thicker than anything I have taken before, but he takes his time with me. He whispers sweet words into my skin as his hands open me up and pleasure me. He manages to produce lube, too. Another benefit of his advanced magic.

He spreads it over his cock, the thick, black and white monster of a thing. It’s pointed at the tip, and spears me apart in the most spine-tingling of ways. Siphous has his head tilted back, his face contorted in pleasure as I ripple around him.

“You feel so good, Elow, so good for me,” He moans out, and I start to rock my hips. Saccharine filth continues to fall from his lips, only causing more pleasure to build in me. My pace increases, aided by the many hands of my lover. That is, until he becomes distracted.

I hear a gasp from the door, and to my complete mortification, there stands Master Lillian. I freeze and look away, but Siphorus makes no move to hide. I still feel foggy from all of the pleasure and praise, and when Siphorus continues to dote on me, I find no reason to move. All so suddenly my master is touching me, too. I think I have found heaven here in this home.

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everyothermouse · 3 years

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A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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unbelievableholland · 4 years

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Hi!!! Congrats on 117 followers aahhh you so deserve it! May I please request prompts 16,42, and 45 with Peter Parker or Tom Holland? Thank you so so much - 💕💕

Far From Home

Pairing: Peter Parker x MJ, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Injuries, angst.

Words: 2,290

Summary: During your European trip, you and Peter drift apart.

A/N: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG, and I dunno if this was what you had in mind😅 I went through MAJOR writer’s block, but I powered through it and made this. I got a little carried away, and yeah it might be a 2 or 3 part mini series.

Prompts:

16. “Am I really that bad?”

42. “Making you fall in love with me was never my intention”

45. “I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can say he’s just my almost.”

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“Ned! We’re clear on the plan, right?”

You and Ned were talking when Peter interrupted you, bouncing with enthusiasm. Ned looked at you with sorrowful eyes before looking at Peter, masking his previous expression with an emotion almost as enthusiastic as Peter.

“Uh, pshh yeah duh. Don’t be too obvious about it though. You were literally shouting.”

Peter rubs the back of his head with his right hand, looking around to see if anybody heard. He’s giggling nervously and you can’t help but adore him for it, he’s just so cute. Gosh, this boy will be the end of you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep it down. Sorry to interrupt you guys. I’ll head to my class. See you later!” After he did his handshake with Ned, he left to go to his class since he doesn’t have Biology with you and Ned.

Ned looks back at you. You both didn’t miss the fact that Peter barely paid attention to you before he left. You understand it though, he’s excited for his plan to get MJ. He’s giddy.

“Ned, stop it. I don’t like it when you pity me.”

“Yeah, but I can’t help it. Probably all of Midtown expected the two of you to get together. Hell— I thought you’d end up together! I was really rooting for it.”

You see, Peter and you used to be inseparable. You had nicknames for each other, he used to put his arm around you and around your waist all the time. He even used to kiss your cheek from time to time. Used to.

Those didn’t happen anymore though. He used to flirt— apparently unintentional though— with you all the time. Everyone thought so, but again, those don’t happen anymore. Especially with MJ in the picture.

You just accepted it. Even if you’ve been practically in love with Peter since freshman year.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can just say he’s my almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah. Almost. I know that we weren’t ever together, but you know” You shrug it off, wiping your eyes before the tears could fall.

You couldn’t explain it properly, but yeah. You know there was something between you and Peter, but maybe there wasn’t? Maybe there almost was?

Damn mixed signals.

Ned just shakes his head and sits back in his chair as the teacher enters the classroom to begin the lecture.

When they told you you’d be going to have a European trip, you didn’t want to go. As much as you want to explore the rich culture and art of Europe, you’d rather stay home. Just because of Peter’s plan. You know he’d never stop talking about it.

But when Peter begged you to come, begged you to join him and Ned on the trip. How could you say no?

It’s not like you have anything against Michelle. You actually think she’s a cool girl. Smart as well.

She’s not like Peter, and that’s what makes them good together. Opposites attract. Right?

On the day of the trip, you’re pretty early, so you got first in line to enter the plane. Mostly because you’re trying to avoid Peter though.

On the plane, you picked a random seat around the middle and picked the one beside the window so you could look outside. You’ve never been on a plane before, so you’re pretty anxious, but you still want to see the view outside.

Your plan on avoiding Peter has worked pretty well so far. You half expected him and Ned to find you, and you expected at least Ned to be the one to sit next to you.

Instead, when you feel someone shuffling beside you, it’s not either of them.

It’s Flash.

He sees you, and instead of leaving or saying something rude to make fun of you, he smiles. A genuine, happy-to-see-you smile.

The happy vibes radiating off of him influenced your mood, so you smiled back as he moved to sit on the seat next to you. You didn’t say anything though and you turn your head to the window once again.

It weirds you out a bit that Flash just smiled at you instead of being rude. Of course, he had never been mean to you. Only Peter, and that in and of itself resulted in you not wanting to talk to him.

Maybe he wasn’t who you thought he was.

You shake the thoughts out of your head because he’s bullied Peter enough. He doesn’t seem nice. Not to you at least.

But, you’re open minded to the thought of befriending him. At least during the trip. You don’t want to be alone and you don’t want to have bad blood with him if he’s going to be sitting next to you.

Since the moment you’ve been in your head though, you have been unconsciously staring at Peter that has been in his seat for about 5 minutes now.

“You know, if you really like Parker that much, you should tell him”

You flinch when Flash leans a little closer to you and whispers. You heart beat calming down after a few seconds.

“I don’t— what are you talk— ok, fine. I do like him, but he doesn’t like me. End of story.”

“He did. If it wasn’t obvious enough, he did. Now, he likes MJ. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and, you never got confirmation that he liked me so…”

“Okay then, if you’re not going to do anything, who are you going to be with for the trip? It looks like you’ve been avoiding him judging from the fact that you chose to sit alone, and Ned looks like he’s getting along fine with Betty over there.” He snickers, as he points to Ned and Betty next to each other, giggling like children in a candy store.

Peter on the other hand, ended up next to Mr. Harrington due to his failed attempts at trying to get seated next to MJ.

“I dunno. I’ll probably spend it alone. It’s not like I have any other friends.”

“Hmm, well, I guess I can make an exception”

“What?”

“You can hang with me for the duration of the trip”

Your eyes widen and your back straightens in shock. Did— did Flash just offer to hang out with you? It might be a bit weird, but you like the idea. You like the idea of enjoying the trip with someone else, at least.

“I… I’d like that, actually.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

He smiles once again at you and leans back on his chair, putting on his headphones and closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.

Once you arrive in Venice, you pick up your bags and of course, follow Flash. Peter and Ned on the other hand, stared in shock when you went passed them to go to Flash in front of the boat for the canals.

You’re talking and laughing with him. They didn’t ever think you’d be friends with Flash. Ever. You always talked about how he annoyed you, how he was such a prick.

Peter steps forward, moving to keep you away from Flash in fear that he might do something to prank you or hurt you, but before he could, Ned stopped him.

“Peter, come on. She looks like she’s having fun. Let her have fun.”

“But it’s Flash! You know we can’t trust him!”

Peter whisper shouted. He always felt protective of you. He always did, and will continue to be.

“Yes, I don’t trust him, but I trust Y/N, and I know you do too. She’s not yours Pete. You have to let her live her life”

With a huff, Peter finds a seat on the boat and watches you interact with Flash, unintentionally sending a death glare at the two of you.

This went on for the rest of the trip. Even when Peter’s fighting the water monster, he takes a second to spare a glance at you to see if you’re ok. For some reason, he felt…something when he saw Flash next to you with his hand holding yours while both of you are running away.

He forgets about it though. Especially when Nick Fury and Mysterio came along.

When you made it to Prague, you actually thought back about the things that have happened, and it’s crazy.

First, you actually enjoyed your time with Flash. Second, everything that involved Mysterio and your trip. You know something’s up, and you want to find out what it is.

So, the night Mr. Harrington forced you to watch the opera, you snuck out. Knowing full well that Peter snuck out as well.

Things get even crazier. You see Peter, in an all-black suit, but you only realized that it was him when you saw the web.

That’s definitely Peter.

You had gone to the ferris wheel since you saw Ned and Betty there, but before you could even go near it, a lava monster appears. While you know there most likely is a name for these things, you’re too busy trying to run away to think about it.

Running to the opposite direction, you bump into someone, both of you falling down in the process. You quickly apologize without looking at him and continue to run.

Although, you definitely should have looked at him, because during the fall, he quickly attached a tracking device on the bottom of your shoe. Tiny enough that it wouldn’t be recognizable.

Out of breath, you stop in a random alley where you see Peter. Your breath hitching when you notice that he had noticed you too.

“Uh…hey Y/N! I-uh,I can explain I—”

“Cut the crap I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“What! What are you—”

“Pete”

With a sigh, he was about to speak, until he noticed something on your arm.

“Y/N! Your bleeding!”

“What? No I'm—”

You look down on your arm where he had his eyes on, and yes, you are in fact, bleeding. You just assume that it’s from the debris earlier that was flying everywhere.

Peter is examining your arm like a mad man though. When you notice that he’s holding you, you yank your arm away from him.

“Peter I’m fine.”

“No you’re not! Why won’t you let me help you??”

He’s still trying to get your arm to see if it’s still bleeding—which it is— but you keep backing away from him.

“Y/N, let me help.”

“No.”

“Why?! Why are you backing away? You know what, why are you even avoiding me? And why Flash?” Yes, the question seems random, but he has to ask. He’s been thinking about it since the first day of the trip.

You don’t answer, the floor suddenly being a source of interest.

“Why!?! Why Y/N!? Why d—”

“Because I love you! I’ve loved you for a really long time but you never even liked me back. I didn’t mean to avoid you, we just grew apart when you suddenly kept hanging out with Michelle, and-and Flash? He’s actually a really really nice guy. To me, at least. A-and I know it’s my fault I fell for you b-but there was something, right? I mean, you kissed me on the cheek, you wrapped your arms around my waist and everything! Everyone thought we were together!”

Out of breath, your chest heaving and you have tears in your eyes threatening to fall. You look like a mess, but Peter could care less what you look right now. He didn’t known you thought that way and he feels horrible that he had done this to you.

“I’m sorry—”

“I-I don’t need your sympathy Peter. I get enough of that from Ned.

“Ned knows?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, Y/N b—”

“but not in the way I love you. Yeah, I know.”

“Making you fall in love with me was never my intention.”

Peter didn’t know what else to say except that he’s sorry. He feels a little betrayed by Ned that he didn’t tell him, but he understands. Ned’s you friend as well, and he isn’t obligated to tell Peter everything.

You begin to walk away slowly, trying to get out of the situation to go wallow in your own sadness, but not before turning around to face in one more time.

“I have a question. You don’t need to answer, but it’s really been bothering me ever since MJ.”

He looks at you expectantly. Hoping that you’d stay a little bit more.

“Am I really that bad?”

Peter’s a bit taken aback by your question. How could you even think that? To Peter, you’re perfect.

“What— No! How could you think that??”

“Because you chose her.”

He has to admit, there was something between the both of you. He wouldn’t have been acting so intimate with you if there wasn’t.

“There- there was something between us. I didn’t know what is was and I still don’t. I have to admit that, but I guess MJ… Y/N, your perfect. You are, but—”

“But not as perfect as her”

“I didn’t say that—”

“You didn’t have to”

“Will you just let me finish!”

Just then, your phone rings. You check your phone, and you have about 28 texts and 5 missed calls from Flash and 15 missed calls and 35 texts from Ned. You assume they’re looking for you.

Saved by the bell, you think.

“I-I have to go. They’re probably looking for me.”

Before Peter could even speak, you run away to the direction of the hotel. Clutching your arm to help stop the bleeding.

Still, oblivious to the small device under your shoe.

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starktonyx · 5 years

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Unfaithful - Steve Rogers x Stark!reader (part II)

Word count: 3.3k

Description: The aftermath of you finding out your husband Steve, cheated on you.

Note: As you guys requested here is part 2! As you can see I got a little carried away with this (angst warning) but I do like the way it ended up, hope you enjoy.

Part I • Masterlist

Steve knew he had fucked up.

He also knew you would need your space for a few days before he tried to come near you, so he didn't dare to visit Bucky's apartment even if he so desperately wanted to. He did try to call him though, to check on you and his kid, but not even his best friend would answer his calls.

Yeah, that was a bad sign.

So a day went by, quickly turning into two, two became four and all of sudden a week had passed since he had last seen you. Since he had last talked to you, hugged you, kissed you ... fuck how he missed his wife.

If only he hadn't cheated on his wife.

He couldn't focus on anything during those days, the house was way too quiet and instead of feeling peaceful he felt even more lonely. It was weird not seeing James running around the house, not stepping on the toys he spread on the floor, not hearing his laugh ... oh how he missed his kid's laugh.

If only he hadn't failed his kid.

So Steve had enough of swallowing himself on his own pity, a week was enough for him to finally get in his car and try to somehow recover his family.

He had to.

So he soon found himself outside Bucky's apartment, frozen in place when he realized he didn't exactly plan what he was going to say. Of course he could start with saying sorry, but he knew you would only get angrier and you had the right to, because a simple sorry was not enough after what he did.

For a second he thought about just turning around and leaving, he didn't even know if he was going to be able to speak when you were in front of him, but he quickly shook those thoughts away. After all he was the reason you ended in this position, and Steve really needed to see you.

He took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock twice, his heart beat increasing when heavy footsteps approached the door. A pair of angry blue eyes met his as soon as the door opened, and Steve could only feel himself shrink under his friend's aggressive gaze.

"Buck–"

"You're an absolute idiot! actually no, thinking about it you're just a fucking asshole" Bucky spat the words at his friend, although he kept his voice low as to not be heard by little James inside.

"I know that" Steve mumbled, he had expected that reaction from Bucky. Although that didn't stop him from trying to look inside the apartment.

"You seriously messed up this time Steve, I don't even know what you're doing here" He continued, before crossing his arms and standing in the middle of the door to block Steve's view from the inside.

Steve could only tense up at his words and protective stance, he sighed placing his hands on his hips.

"You know exactly why I'm here Bucky, I need to see them" Steve's voice came out more needy than he planned. "Please" He begged, hoping his friend would drop his assassin look and let him in.

Bucky squinted his eyes at him, after knowing Steve for so many years he could tell by his appearance that he truly seemed to be suffering from this. He almost stepped aside to allow him in the apartment, when he remembered how just a week ago you had come with James in your arms, barely containing your sobs asking to stay the night. So he kept himself firm on his position, and Steve realized it wouldn't be so easy to get through him after all.

"Come on Buck I made a dumb mistake, do you think I don't fucking understand that? I just can't be in that house alone anymore, I need to speak to her" Steve pleaded, but not even his sad eyes could budge his friend who only chuckled at his words.

"No Steve, you've made countless dumb mistakes before and this doesn't even compare to them. You have a family! You had a kid with the love of your life and you threw that away for some other girl? You've done some pretty stupid shit but now you really crossed the line"

"Don't you think I should be having this conversation with her and not with you?" Steve said, clenching his jaw now angry. "Let me in" He demanded giving a step forward, only to be stopped by his friend's metal arm.

"You know the only reason why I'm not beating you up right now is because your son is in here" Bucky admitted through gritted teeth, his metal hand still firm on Steve's chest.

Steve could only inhale sharply, if Bucky wasn't his best friend from his whole life he would've knocked him down right in that spot, but he knew better and stepped back. After all Bucky was only trying to protect you.

He still had a challenging stare fixated on his friend though, only budging when his son's laughter could be heard from the inside, who soon appeared running in the living room.

"James Anthony Rogers you need to shower right know" You playfully scolded running behind him.

"Noooo" James continued giggling, stopping for a second when he noticed uncle Bucky talking to his father. "Daddy!" The kid happily exclaimed running towards him, making you stop right in your tracks when you realized Steve was there.

Bucky turned around to look at you, somehow asking with his eyes if you needed help, you just shook your head and crossed your arms, watching how your husband picked James in his arms.

"You came back from your mission" James squealed excited, and Steve guessed that was probably what you told the kid to excuse his absence. "I think mommy is mad at you" The innocent kid secretly whispered in his ear so you wouldn't hear.

"Why do you think that J?" Steve asked, his features faking confusion.

"Because whenever I asked about you she would roll her eyes and leave. I do that when I'm angry" He explained. "She also cries every night when she thinks I'm sleeping" He finished, looking at his father with sad eyes.

Steve tensed up after hearing those words but tried to keep his composure, smiling to the kid to calm him down.

"It'll be alright baby, I just did something wrong and I need to apologize to mommy okay, why don't you go with uncle Bucky to play?" He offered and James just nodded.

"Steve–"

"It's okay Bucky" You stopped him from kicking Steve out nodding your head. He just took a deep breath before directing himself towards the kid.

"Alright, let's go soldier" He grabbed James from Steve's arms and tickled him to make him laugh. "We have some serious James' businesses to attend" He playfully told the kid named after him, discreetly glaring at Steve before disappearing into one of the rooms to give you some privacy.

Steve finally walked inside the apartment, standing awkwardly in front of you with slumped shoulders . His breath hitched when he took in your appearance, his regret only increasing when he noticed how bad he had hurt you. You had dark bags under your puffy eyes, a veil of dullness covered your joyless features. You didn't really care about your hair, as it tangled in a messy bun with hairs falling everywhere.You appeared to have lost some weight too, something that wouldn't be noticed to everyone else but he knew you so well, and was quick to notice those little things.

He also noticed the absence of a ring in your left hand, ignoring the way his heart ached at the sight. You shifted uncomfortably under his curious glaze, impatiently waiting for him to say something.

"So?" You asked in an annoyed tone, eyebrows lifting as you crossed your arms.

"Honestly I don't even know what to say" He confessed sighing, once again putting his hands on his hips, a gesture you knew he made when he felt helpless or frustrated. "I just want you to come home, please doll" The pet name escaped his lips naturally, realizing his mistake when you balled your fists on your sides.

"First of all, you lost your right to call me doll" You spat. "And I already told you I can't be in that house anymore, not after what you did Rogers" His last name rolling out of your lips harshly.

He couldn't help but let out a deep breath as he turned around, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly. An idea came to his head, he knew it was wrong, but he felt extremely lost at this point.

"Don't do it for me, do it for James at least" He suggested still turned around, not being able to meet your eyes.

"Do not bring James into this" You replied, knowing he wanted to use him as an excuse for you to come back. "Do you think I don't feel bad for him? I don't even know how to explain what's happening" You said, your brittle voice threatening to break in any moment.

You ran a hand through your face, the uncertainty from the situation was eating you alive.

"You don't have to, all I'm telling you is to please come home" He begged finally turning back at you. “I know I fucked up, hell, there isn't a damn day I don't regret what I did. But you're my family and I won’t give up on that, I can’t! We have to find a way to get through this ... please Y/n” The desperate soldier wailed, yearning for forgiveness.

He decided to take his chances and carefully stepped forward, continuing when he noticed you didn’t back off, until your bodies were only inches away from each other. His glistening blue eyes seemed to pierce right through your soul, leaving you vulnerable under his pleading gaze. You didn’t know what got to you, something inside your chest made you lunge yourself forward and collapse in his body, allowing you to finally break down in front of him, his strong arms quickly embracing you in a hug.

“You broke my heart Steve” You sobbed against his aching chest, his name feeling unfamiliar on your lips as it was the first time you used it in a while. “I gave everything to you, gave everything for you. How could you do this to me, why would you–“ You couldn’t continue as the lump in your throat made it impossible for any words to keep coming out.

Steve could only caress your head as he began sobbing as well, his heart breaking as he felt you fall apart right in his arms. He couldn’t help himself from remembering the vows he made to you, a specific part painfully pounding in his head.

‘I will always protect you, I promise I’ll never fail you’

The words tortured Steve more than an enemy had ever hurt him, the same arms he had swore to protect you with now held you in broken pieces. Because even though he had kept you safe from any villain, any monster that dared to cross your path, he had become the enemy when he couldn’t protect you from himself. He opened his mouth to speak as he pushed back the lump in his throat, trying to say something to fix the mess he had carelessly caused.

“I’m so sorry I failed you Y/n, I never wante–“

“Shut up” You blurted out between cries, stopping him from hurting you more. “Just shut up and hug me” You begged, trying to forget about everything for just a minute.

For the first time in seven days you felt safe back in his huge arms, having missed how his warm body embraced yours. Fuck how you had missed his touch, the way he controlled his strength around you yet still managed to hold you tightly as if he never wanted to let you go. Now more than ever. You couldn’t help the tears continuously falling, as you recalled the seven beautiful years you had been spent as husband and wife.

Steve was the love of your life without a doubt, you both were there for each other since you met, no matter what. That meant any tragedy that happened in Steve’s life, you were there.

You were the first one to help him adapt to the new world and introduce him to the technology, you had been the only one able to calm him down whenever he had a bad memory from the 40’s.

When he found out Bucky was alive who was the one that kept him sane through it and helped him look for his friend? You. When the whole Sokovia accords fiasco happened you were by his side, even though your brother was on the other.

Who had spent two years on the run as a criminal with him? you did, even though Tony had offered you an arrangement that would free you from any charges.

Then when Thanos happened and he erased half of humanity, you were the one who acted as a mediator between him and Tony for them to actually become friends again. Well, actually become a family since James and Morgan were born around the same time and they had to accept they would be uncles to the children.

Looking back you knew you were always there for him, that’s why you couldn’t help the sickening pain that pierced through your heart every time you thought about him betraying your trust the second you gave him your back.

Steve Rogers was the love of your life. Would you ever be able to forgive him?

Anger invaded your body once again as you abruptly separated from his arms, the cold instantly creeping through your body refusing his absence.

“I can’t trust you anymore” You firmly said, wiping the tears from your cheeks, praying for them to stop. “I don’t know if I can forgive you I ... I’ll need time”

“I promise I will give you all the time you need” Steve assured as hope invaded his body, resisting his urge to kiss you. “Will you ... will you come back home?” He asked fearfully.

“Yeah, for James” You replied, making sure you left clear the only reason you were accepting.

You had to do it for the five year old that innocently laughed in one of the rooms, oblivious to the situation his parents were in.

“That’s enough for me” Steve replied, a smile threatened to appear but he knew it was best to keep his composure under your intense gaze.

“James come here” You called out to your son, who came immediately running to hug your leg.

Bucky followed the kid, once again shooting at glare in Steve’s direction. Seriously, if looks could kill ...

“You weren’t watching a sad movie now, why are you crying?” James worryingly asked to his parents, knowing something was definitely wrong.

You couldn’t help but smile at your son’s wit, he really was Stark after all. You picked him up in your arms and loudly kissed his cheek, fixing a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear.

“Daddy just needed to apologize about something he did” You softly explained, hell, if only it were that easy. “We’re going home now” You announced making the kid smile widely and clap with his tiny hands.

You put him on the floor after telling him to pick up his toys, and the boy took no time to do so and leave the room. You took a deep breath as you walked towards Bucky and hugged him in gratefulness, Steve tried to look somewhere else and give a few steps back to let you say goodbye to him.

“Thank you Buck, I’m sorry we had to bother you these days” You said, he could only stare at you with worried eyes.

“Come on Y/n, you didn’t bother me at all” He replied as if your words offended him. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He could only stare at you with worry in his eyes.

“I honestly don’t know because I’m still mad at him, I’m just doing it for James you know” You mumbled sighing, he just nodded understandingly.

“Okay, just let me know if he does anything stupid” Bucky said rolling his eyes, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“When doesn’t he though” You mocked, and everyone in the room knew you were right.

“I’m literally standing right here” Steve whispered to himself, and before you could say anything James came running back with his backpack.

You picked him up again in your arms, giving one last nod at Bucky before walking towards the door.

“I’ll wait for you outside” You announced before leaving, knowing they needed to ease the tension between them.

Steve walked towards his best friend, who still had the terrifying assassin look, yet that didn’t stop him from hugging him. He felt how Bucky dropped down the guard, and hugged him back.

“Thanks for taking care of them punk” He honestly thanked, stepping away from the quick hug.

“You’re welcome jerk” Bucky replied, emphasizing the insult. “Steve you seriously need to fix this, I don’t know how but you have to” The soldier scolded him.

“I have no idea either, but I’ll try my best” Steve promised just like he had done to you.

“Okay, because if you don’t I will make sure I kill you myself for being so goddamn stupid” He warned with a menacing tone, but Steve only chuckled. “I’m being serious, they didn’t call me the winter soldier for nothing” He said, his friend now nodding seriously.

The ride home was pretty quiet, except for the little noises that James made while he played with his toys. The sun was getting down when you reached the house, and you had to take a deep breath before stepping inside, glaring at the spot on the porch where you had found the pictures that ruined everything.

Nighttime came quickly and Steve found himself settling in the living room to sleep on the couch, only for you to be interrogated by your son when you tucked him in his bed.

“Why is daddy sleeping on the couch?” The boy curiously asked furrowing his brows.

You stared at him in disbelief, you couldn’t believe he had noticed it. You had specifically told Steve to be careful so this wouldn’t happen.

“Well sweetheart, remember when you do something wrong and we have to ground you for your bad behavior?” You tried to explain to him, hoping he would drop the matter.

“So daddy’s grounded? I didn’t know that was possible” He opened his mouth widely in amazement.

You had to contain yourself from laughing at his bewilderment, the boy looked as if he had just discovered the secrets of the world.

“That’s right soldier, and you will be too if you don’t sleep now” You warned bopping his nose, before leaning to kiss his forehead. “I love you J”

You turned off is light and walked towards the door, but before you could leave his little voice stopped you.

“I think you should just forgive him mommy” The boy innocently suggested, a nostalgic smile adorned your face.

“I’ll think about it honey, now go to sleep or I’ll sell all your toys” You playfully said before closing the door behind you, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You will think about it.

Because maybe there was a chance you could forgive your husband and pretend nothing happened, although you certainly didn’t know if things would ever be the same.

You just took a deep breath as you entered your room, collapsing on a bed that felt too cold without Steve by your side.

Fuck, you really had to think about it.

A/n: And that’s it! I decided it to leave it as an open ending considering I wasn’t really sure wether to write a happy or sad one, so it’s totally up to you guys! Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading my first Steve fic here <3

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Daddy Material

Kang Yeosang x Choi San x Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader, Roommate AU

Warning: Smut, degradation, cum play, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal penetration, hair pulling, bondage (handcuffs), daddy kink and I don't remember oh and 4k plus words

Tagging: shoutout to @atiny-piratequeen and @youneedapiratekink for helping me with this and also tagging @delicatewerewolfsoul @mirror-juliet @beankeeper37 @youneedapiratekink @atiny-piratequeen again

It was interesting to you to say the least, interesting to be living under the same roof as three males who were not related to you in any way and today your forth roommate was added to the household.

You were quite annoyed by the new company but you didn't mind it that much since it helped you to forget how lonely you would feel at times.

This evening however you were standing in the hallway, placing distance between yourself and Park Seonghwa, the newest roommate and you were talking on your phone with your best friend who had a tendency of speaking anything that was on their mind.

Choi San had abruptly passed you by while on his way to the restroom, scaring you midway through your conversation with your friend.

You inhaled a breath and resumed speaking about the days events over the phone.

"What's your newest roommate's name?" Your friend enquired, looking for any information that they could gain from you.

"Oh it's Seonghwa..." You trailed off, trying to block the mental image of his face from your mind because you didn't want to be reminded of his attractive face which added to the three that already gave you impure thoughts and misery that you couldn't satisfy with only your hands.

"Oh Seonghwa! I know of him! He's such a daddy I hear!" Your friend's enthusiasm prompted you to grit your teeth, not finding the situation very exciting since there were four attractive men under your roof and you were only their roommate, and you wondered why you cared.

"None of them in this house is daddddy material..." You purposely emphasized the word daddy in a whiny voice to agitate your friend, though you were not ready for someone to speak up right behind your back.

Quickly you ended the call so that you could face your roommate, though you felt too mortified to actually face him now, this was going to be extremely awkward you decided with a disheartened sigh.

"Interesting direction your conversation has taken, especially when you're speaking about your roommates being daddy material. I wonder what you may have been thinking the entire time we've been living with you. Surely someone as sweet as you haven't been dreaming of getting laid by us." Hongjoong chuckled teasingly, a gleam in his eyes glittering which successfully unnerved you and made you wonder if perhaps you had stared at the male too long at one time.

Your face was burning up with fire, the anxiety of what you couldn't take back was weighing heavy on you and all you could do was stare at the male wordlessly.

A wicked smirk graced his lips as he stepped closer and your pulse quickened in response to his action.

"I'll bet that you've thought about that, which one of us was it?" Hongjoong asked with faux curiosity, he took another step closer to you and the sensation of your heart feeling as if it would explode any moment was painful.

"...." You opened your mouth, unable to say anything in your defense and your roommate seemed amused by your action.

"All of us? Surely you're too innocent to even have had that thought."

"Yes..." You spoke, uncertain as to what you were agreeing to but you were hoping for the latter.

"Yes, all of us?" Hongjoong looked down at you from where he stood, making you feel quite small and you hated it with a passion.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" San's voice broke the tension that was becoming unbearable for your heart. Your face lit up with relief and you were thinking that San had suffused the situation, that was until Hongjoong opened his mouth and squashed your hopes.

"Y/N and I were talking about how none of us are daddy material in her mind." Hongjoong chuckled at San's darkened expression, ignoring the daggers that you were glaring at the shorter male.

"Just wait until Yeosang hears this." San maintained the breath stealing gaze that he held on you.

"I don't think you should be making assumptions like that, I'm ready to prove you wrong right now if you want me to." He growled, a darkness overtaking his eyes and overshadowing the sweet man you had come to know.

"I'm pretty certain she wants us all to prove that we are indeed daddy material." Hongjoong's eyes danced with glee as you looked away, now having a feeling that the others were going to find out and what scared you the most was the knowledge that you would be unable to refuse their offer to prove themselves.

"Let's go find Hwa and Yeosang." San grabbed you by the arm, dragging your helpless body along as you dreaded what the others would do. Still you walked along with San pulling you while Hongjoong walked alongside your body.

Finally after what seemed like an hour the three of you were standing in the living room where Yeosang was playing videogames.

"Hey, Sang! Guess what Hongjoong heard Y/N say!" San grinned as he looked at your frowning face, the urge to hide was overwhelming and you felt as if you would cry from the humiliation, though you really wanted to see what would happen.

"Don't bother me I'm winning..." Kang Yeosang kept his eyes trained on the television screen as his fingers aggressively pressed the controls of his gaming console.

You silently prayed that he would react in a nonchalant manner if he was told what San seemed so invested in telling him.

"Y/N said that none of us here are daddy material!" San bursted out in giggles, holding your arm fast in his grip.

"Oh?" Yeosang peeled his eyes away from the television to peer at you in confusion.

"Is that the case? She could be right." Yeosang shrugged while brushing his hair from his face.

"Why must you say that?" San pouted, his hold on your arm loosening and in contrast relief was beginning to wash over you when Yeosang spoke up again.

"Because there should be no reason for me to say why." He glanced at Hongjoong with a questioning look in his eyes, who in turn gave a vague nod with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Does Y/N want to find out if we really are daddy material? I will make sure she finds out when she can't fucking walk tomorrow." Yeosang smirked darkly.

"Bring it on, I'll be able to walk easily even after a few rounds with each one of you." You scowled, tired of the way things were being dragged out.

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Have you had enough time to think about what you're getting into?" Seonghwa smoothly inserted himself into the conversation as if he belonged.

"I'm fucking sure!" You snapped, jerking your arm away from San's lax grip.

"Do anything it takes to prove yourselves because so far I'm not impressed." You spat, marching off into the direction of your bedroom.

"Oh babygirl. You have such low standards, we will surpass those easily and you will never forget it. Maybe your friend would like to hear you describe your experience with us when your voice returns." Hongjoong's mocking tone filled your ears, prompting them to burn in embarrassment.

"Shut up!" You retorted, only for laughter to ensue afterwards.

"The neighbors will remind her." San piped up in a cocky tone.

"So are you guys gonna do something or not?!" You huffed out in exasperation.

"Stop making her wait." Yeosang spoke up firmly, allowing his input to be heard.

He stepped towards you first, his pupils dark with an emotion within them that made you quite nervous and your body trembled beneath the fingertips that reached out to you and touched your arm.

Tingles resulted from the male's touch as he boldly closed the distance between your face and his.

"We will make it worth your time." Yeosang promised in a low voice, immediately melding his lips to yours and possessing them.

His straightforward manner took your breath away and puzzled you greatly since you had thought of him as the most reserved one in the house.

The sensation of soft lips pressed against your neck added to the otherworldly feeling of being kissed deeply by Yeosang, thus your body reacting by shuddering violently and relaxing into the chest of the male who stood behind you.

"Is this like you've wanted?" Seonghwa purred against your ear, biting your earlobe and encouraging even more tingles to rush throughout your bloodstream.

You whimpered into Yeosang's mouth.

"Already so excited by us, Y/N?" Hongjoong's singsong voice murmured against your other ear, a soft kiss being pressed against it and combining with the sensations of Yeosang's kisses and exploratory hand movements while Seonghwa kissed your neck with hot, openmouthed kisses that drowned you in heated sensuality.

You whined at the loss of Seonghwa's lips kissing your neck but instead Hongjoong leaned in and bit down on your neck, judging the vicinity of your sweet spot perfectly.

A pleasured cry tore through your throat, which paused the dance for dominance that your tongue was having with Yeosang's organ.

Hongjoong chuckled at your reaction and his hands slithered to your waist, slowly caressing your curves all while Yeosang traced your jawline with his fingertips.

"You sound impressed and we haven't even fucked you yet, babygirl. You're going to be completely amazed by the time we're finished." Hongjoong teased, biting your neck again with more force this time, leaving behind a bright red marking that would join the bites that he knew were yet to come tonight.

Reflexively you broke the kiss with Yeosang and tilted your head back, crying out vulnerably, the pitiful cry inciting restlessness to come over the males who were waiting for their turn with you and the thought was enough for your thighs to become slick with your arousal.

Unconsciously your hips grinded into Hongjoong's crotch, rubbing against him and coaxing a low groan from his throat.

"Oh!" Your movements were forcefully paused by Hongjoong grappling your hips and stopping you in your tracks.

"Daddy did not give you permission to do that." A sharp smack interrupted your labored pants and a small yelp followed the spank to your ass.

"Remember to ask daddy what you want." Hongjoong growled, "Or we will punish you."

He added, feeling you stiffen beneath his grip on your body.

"I thought you were supposed to impress me?" You laughed out, only for him to tangle his hands in your hair and turn you to face him.

"Believe me doll, we will. Now strip for us." He ordered, pushing you towards the doorway and watching you enter your bedroom and purposely take your time in removing your clothes from your body.

"When do I get a turn?" San whined after returning from somewhere with something shiny in his hands. You squinted your eyes to check closer and you found that he was holding a pair of handcuffs...

"No one is keeping you from having a turn." Seonghwa replied boredly, ignoring the younger males insistent whining as he began to strip down.

Your knees began to tremble beneath your weight as you watched Yeosang pull his shirt up and over his head, exposing his smooth skin which you found yourself desperately wanting to touch.

"So beautiful. Lie down, little girl." Seonghwa commanded, although you felt stubborn you went along with following his order.

"Horizontally." San chimed in.

You rolled your eyes and lied down upon your bed horizontally, allowing the youngest to click the cuffs and bind your hands together.

You sighed and felt a surge of adrenaline surge through your blood after realizing that four sets of eyes were drinking in your naked body and another trickle of arousal moistened your thighs.

"So obedient for us." San smiled down at you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"What do you want, babygirl? Tell daddy what you want him to do to you." Seonghwa ran his hand across your thigh, the tremors of your muscles prevalent beneath his touch.

Through the corner of your eye you could see Hongjoong undressing and you could make out that San had completely undressed in a mind bogglingly short period of time. Your heart felt as if it was lodged in your throat, preventing you from speaking at first.

"Use your words, little one." Yeosang broke through the haze of your muddled thoughts.

"Uh... I want... I want daddy's cock," You gestured towards Seonghwa with your head while you rested your cuffed hands against your stomach."

"And daddy I w-want your cock..." You stammered out while looking up at Yeosang pleadingly, feeling exposed and vulnerable on every level possible.

"At the same time?" Seonghwa interjected in a tone that made you want to laugh at how incredulous and surprised he sounded.

"Y-yes... please..." You moaned, opening your legs wide for Seonghwa to access your throbbing sex, mewling at the feel of his hands teasing your wet inner thighs with painfully delicate touches.

You tilted your head back until it was almost hanging off of the bed, staring at Yeosang as his naked body stood over you.

"Open your mouth for me, greedy whore." Yeosang ordered in a chilling tone.

Automatically your lips parted, another soft plea emanating from your lips as you gazed up at Yeosang. He took your cue and pressed the dripping tip of his cock against your lips, eventually sliding his length into the blissful warm wetness of your mouth.

"Ngh..." You hummed as you deep throated him, accommodating his hard cock in your mouth.

Tears stung your eyes when the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat and slid on down into your throat.

"Mmm!" You flinched when the tip of Seonghwa's cock pressed up against your entrance, sliding on inside of you as your hole readily accepted the intrusion.

"Your mouth is so fucking hot around my cock..." Yeosang groaned, snapping his hips forward and watching your Adam's apple bob in synchronicity with his thrusts. You moaned around his cock and tugged at your restraints as he continued to fuck your mouth.

Meanwhile your legs were shaking violently, the result of Seonghwa vigorously ramming his cock inside of your heat, him hovering above your body as he repetitively moved his hips in sinful movements that pleasured you deeply.

Pitiful whimpers exited your throat, seeing stars with every stroke of Seonghwa's dick penetrating your sensitive heat.

"Mmm mm..." You moaned, trembling and taking the harsh abuse of their cocks penetrating your holes and thrusting deep into you.

The urge to gag periodically coming and going as the tears flowed from your eyes, tears of enjoyment that you could not stop even as the burn of his cock stretching your throat was almost unbearable.

"You're taking my cock so well, babygirl." Yeosang grunted, continuing to fuck your throat until it began to feel raw from the constant friction of his length.

A shaky breath was breathed through your nose, your body quivering vulnerably from the deep penetration of Seonghwa's cock.

Briefly you wondered what San and Hongjoong were doing, a strangled moan coming from one of the males and snapping you back to remembering that you weren't alone with Yeosang and Seonghwa, which caused you to wonder if someone was jerking off while watching you get fucked at both ends.

Yeosang's constant spearing of your mouth prevented you from seeing what the other two men were doing but you could hear one of them whining and moaning pathetically while another sexual moan joined the cacophony of sounds that included your occasional gagging with each motion of Yeosang roughly shoving his cock down your throat, those sounds combined with Seonghwa's skin slapping harshly against your ass cheeks.

Your hole clenched tightly around Seonghwa's length, your muscles tightening from the glorious feelings that you accepted without a second thought, even your anal entrance was clenching from the pleasurable contact of his balls slapping against your puckered flesh.

"Don't come until daddy says you can." Seonghwa warned, reminding you subtly that he wasn't going to make it easy on you.

"I'm gonna cum on your face and tits, babygirl... Fuck I'm gonna make you daddy's cum bucket!" Yeosang barked out urgently, extracting his twitching length from your mouth.

You felt a spasm rip through your body but it was only a precursor to your climax as you tried to hold yourself together, the abuse that your pussy was receiving becoming too much for you to handle as Yeosang added to your predicament, in front of your own eyes he worked his hand up and down his shaft, releasing himself and shooting ribbons of translucent juices across your neck and chest.

"Ahh~" You arched your back and moaned out loud while simultaneously turning your head to the side and catching sight of what Hongjoong and San were doing.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of Hongjoong and San standing together, naked and kissing each other fervently.

Heavy pants exited your mouth as you watched, feeling Seonghwa's thrusts become harder and more pronounced.

San's hands were wandering down the small of Hongjoong's back in hungry touches that fascinated you greatly, the elder males hands slowly moving downwards themselves, rubbing across the vee of San's pelvis and teasingly moving his fingers closer to his erect cock.

While you watched his fingers wrap around San's cock you felt Seonghwa hit your weak spot, shattering the bubble of pleasure and you could not grasp any control to keep your orgasm from happening.

"OH!! AH DADD-...“ You screamed and writhed wildly beneath Seonghwa, who held you in place with a strong grip.

"Babygirl couldn't resist coming while watching us, could she?" Hongjoong chuckled, placing a chaste kiss against a pouting San's lips.

You could scarcely hear what he was saying, your sex was becoming overstimulated by the unrelenting thrusts of Seonghwa and the sensitivity of your flesh was overwhelming.

"You came without permission, babygirl... and you had better clean up after we're finished with you." The male growled, reminding you while withdrawing his cock from your body and proceeding to paint your stomach, pelvis and thighs with his sticky, hot cum.

Electricity rushed through every cell and nerve ending that you were aware of that you had in your body. Even though you were still reeling from your climax, a tightening of your heat informed you that you were still very turned on.

"On your knees, now." San's voice penetrated the blissful haze that you were experiencing, rudely interrupting the enjoyment of your afterglow.

You struggled to turn over and balance your body's weight onto your knees, lifting your ass in the air while the rest your upper body weight was placed onto your forearms.

The handcuffs restricted the use of your arms and hands, leaving them only to be useful for not teetering off of the bed.

A loud smack broke the silence as you winced from the sting of your ass being struck roughly.

"Tell me, babygirl. Do you enjoy your punishment for coming without permission?" San asked with an amused chuckle, using the palm of his hand to smooth over the reddened area, only to smack your ass yet again.

You flinched and moaned out weakly, your voice still hoarse from your mouth being fucked by Yeosang earlier.

"I'm... I'm sorry, daddy!" You whined, the now harsh burning sensation of your ass was motivating you to speak and the other males in the room thought that you were adorable the way you pitifully spoke up after only a few taps to your rear.

"So sweet the way you are so willing to call me daddy now. I'll think about lessening your punishment." San purred, positioning the head of his cock at your hole before purposely lowering his length and rubbing it teasingly up and down your slick slit.

You shuddered at his touch, anticipating to be filled yet again although you still felt extremely sensitive.

"Ah!!" You squealed at the top of your voice, being unprepared for him to have actually pushed himself inside of you so soon.

Hyperventilating breaths replaced the brief silence of the moment that had settled over the atmosphere in the room and you dared to raise your eyes, finding Yeosang on his knees in front of Seonghwa, sucking off the older male who had his hand fisted in Yeosang's hair and was guiding his movements briskly as he hollowed his cheeks around Seonghwa's length.

San was not letting up on how hard he fucked you from behind and a constant string of moans was uttered from your lips, intensifying as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, leaving you with no choice except to watch Yeosang orally clean your essence off of Seonghwa's cock.

"You enjoy that don't you?" A seductive purr sounded nearby your ear and you saw that Hongjoong was kneeling near you.

"You like getting fucked while someone else is licking your cum from another someone's cock huh?" Hongjoong grasped beneath your chin, turning you to face him in spite of the restrictions that San placed on your movements.

The pull at your scalp worsened and you felt as if you would collapse from the sensitivity of enduring the repetitive movements of San's cock wrecking your throbbing heat.

Pathetic cries spilled from your lips as you unconsciously held your mouth open, drooling from your mouth and dripping saliva onto your arms.

"You sound so pretty when you're being ruined." San spat out harshly, his fingernails digging into your hips as he snapped his hips forward and leaving you senseless from the painful pleasure that you were receiving.

"AHHHH D-D...!!!" You screamed, coming hard on San's cock and contracting violently around his length.

At the last moment he pulled out, peppering curses between groans while cumming on your ass cheeks, leaving his release dripping down your skin in pale, glistening streaks that accented your skin color.

You panted heavily, resting your head against your forearms and for now you were oblivious to what anyone else may have been doing.

"It seems our babygirl forgot what to call us." Hongjoong's humored tone filled your ears and prompted your ears to heat up in embarrassment.

"Count." A sudden smack was added to your ass, encouraging your flesh to jiggle from the contact of his hand and the knowledge of him touching San's cum made you dizzy with lust.

"Ah!" You yelped after another stinging slap was administered to your ass.

"Mmm..." You moaned out after the third spank to your ass cheek.

"You are forgetting to count, did you forget how?" Hongjoong growled, watching your body tremble from the attention that he gave.

"N-no!" You squeaked desperately, feeling something deep inside of you throb yet again.

"Are you so senseless that you can't even gather your own wits?" Hongjoong pushed you onto your back, hovering over your body and staring into your eyes with a dark intensity that made your stomach have butterflies.

"Uh..." You whined, spreading your legs farther apart and instinctively grinding your heat against his erect.

"Not so fast, I know you're a hungry cockslut but you're not getting it until you at least answer my question." His eyes narrowed, penetrating the mixed feelings that circulated in your body.

"P-please..." You begged, your lips trembling as you gazed at him pleadingly.

"I haven't heard you answer my question." Hongjoong tsked, leaning forward and bit your neck, moving down across your chest and leaving reddened spots littered across your chest and breasts.

Your eyes rolled back as his lips sucked at your skin, exciting your heat to the point of clenching tightly around air.

"Please..." You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to fight the fire that built again inside of your veins.

"How about no?" He chuckled, removing himself from between your legs and smiling at you devilishly, taking in the way your jaw dropped in shock.

You cried out and bucked your hips in frustration, watching him walk around your body and stand behind your head.

To your surprise Yeosang inserted his body between your legs, looking down at you from where you lied.

"You thought that you weren't going to be punished for forgetting who makes you feel good, huh?" Yeosang grinned at you evilly, taking the signal in your eyes as a go ahead to slide his hard member inside of your soaked heat.

"Daddy..." You mewled softly.

"Open your mouth for daddy." Hongjoong ordered, to which you obeyed and parted your lips for him, expecting him to slide his dick inside of your mouth but instead he began to jerk off in front of your face.

A soft moan came from the direction of where San had went and you wondered what he was doing with Seonghwa but you couldn't tear your eyes away from Hongjoong.

You had no idea how you could maintain keeping your mouth open without closing it reflexively, the constant moans that you were vocalizing while Yeosang fucked your heat effectively.

"I c-can't do it!" You arched your back and tugged at your handcuffs to no avail.

The excessive sensitivity of your sex encouraging hot tears to stream down your cheeks.

"You can do it, babygirl. Just one more time." Hongjoong spoke up softly to your surprise, acting differently from the way he had earlier when he had denied you and it puzzled you greatly.

You held your mouth open between choked sounds that came from your throat. Already you were feeling sore between your legs and Yeosang wasn't even finished with you yet.

"Ah! I can't! I oh...~!" You groaned, your walls fluttering to their own accord.

"Yes you can, cum for daddy babygirl." Hongjoong commanded, sensing that you were about to fall apart any second.

"Gonna fuck you until you come around my cock, babygirl!" Yeosang hissed, thrusting even deeper inside of your pussy as his hands went to your clit, rubbing it briskly and sending sparks to your head.

You began to convulse beneath him, screaming out and crying as Hongjoong came undone on your face and lips, saturating you thoroughly with the scent of sex.

Yeosang pulled out and pumped himself until he came on your sex, splattering his seed onto your aching folds.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling too weak to hold your eyelids open.

"Time to clean up, everybody." Seonghwa huffed, dashing your hopes at having a chance to rest.

"We are daddy material, aren't we?" San spoke up cockily, raising the level of your annoyance again.

#ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez scenarios #kpop scenarios #ateez yeosang #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez san #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez imagines #kpop imagines

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littlefreya · 3 years

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I have never talked about this, its a long story but i hope you will read it ❤Quite a while ago, I was dating this guy for 2 and a half years. It was my first 'long term relationship' and if I'm honest, I only got into the relationship because I was extremely lonely and depressed. A lot of abuse happened in this relationship, most of it subtle until one day it became more serious. He filmed us having sex without my knowledge or consent and showed me after. I was horrified and told him to delete it but he wouldn't.

Months later he threatened to send it to all of his friends if i broke up with him (at this point us breaking up was inevitable he was controlling, and manipulative and i had had enough). I wanted out and I thought that he was bluffing. Maybe he had deleted it but was trying to keep me trapped in this controlling and toxic relationship. So I left him.

For 12 months I didn't leave my house, rarely leaving my bed. I was terrified to leave my house in case i ran into him. Even though I knew it was very unlikely as he lived an hour drive away from me. After a year of wallowing in self pity I decided to get a job and get back out into the world, determined to not let him control me anymore. Sadly it gets worse.

After 3 years of being in a stable job (or as stable as retail can be) I decided to get back into the dating world. I downloaded tinder (bad idea i know) and started talking to a few guys. My self-esteem sky rocketed having these cute guys calling me gorgeous and seemingly wanting to get to know me.

One of the guys was super cute, really charismatic and funny. We talked for about six months and went on 3 really cute dates. At this point he invited me over to his house to play some video games. Me being a gamer I happily accepted. I don't drive so i got an uber to his house, it was a 45 minute ride.

When i got there, the house was extremely run down and my immediate gut feeling was to get the fuck out of there, but i ignored it and walked towards the front door anyway. He opened the door before i even got near it. He showed me around the house and it was seriously dilapidated. If it weren't for the elaborate gaming set up it would look like no one lived there (the lights didn't even work). Again my gut and mind screamed for me to get out of there but i trusted him, he was nice and made me feel wanted.

We played some games and he offered me a drink and i accepted. He had laced the drink, to this day I don't know what was in it but it tasted funny. Next thing i know I'm lying in bed with him and he was showing me a police report showing how he had beat his ex unconscious and i was terrified. It was at this point he revealed that he was friends with my ex and that my ex missed me very much and my stomach dropped.

I never told him to stop when he had his way with me. I'm not sure if it was because i was scared or if i didn't want him to stop. This went on for hours i assume (my memory is foggy past seing the police report) because i woke up early the next day, nauseous and with a killer headache. I left before he could wake up and blocked him on every social media. I was terrified. I went to work like nothing ever happened.

I have never spoke of this to anyone and I sometimes have this fear that he will show up at my work or either of them may have vidwos of what was done and i honestly don't know what I would do if they did. I know now to trust my instincts and not to trust so easily (and to not accept drinks from people unless you watch them make it). I don't know how to get over the fear that one day video might appear of what happened.

Your writing has kept me sane in the years following this and I honestly can't thank you enough for being open about abuse. It has really helped me. Thank you Freya it really means a lot to me, truly ❤

I wish I could hug you right now more than anything in the world. Because you deserve love and comfort and you deserve to have this pain taken away from you.

I am so so so sorry this happened to you. I am sorry that men you trusted exploited your kindness and your heart and abused you like this. Please don’t blame this on yourself. I know it’s hard to tell yourself otherwise but the only people who are guilty in this situation are the men who did what they did to you.

I don’t know if you want to take legal actions, I understand that a lot of women and men don’t for many reasons. But if you still want to go to the police to feel more protected and safe and to stop these two from causing any more harm to you or others I fully support you.

Have you considered taking up therapy? What have you been through is a major trauma and I think you need to speak to a professional who will help you find your path to healing. PTSD is not easy to deal with on your own and you shouldn’t go through this alone.

I am here for you and I am sure many of my friends are here for you too.

Remember that you are strong, that you’ve been through hell and you climbed out. That what happened to you will never be your fault and that you are not alone. 🖤

#hendrocavscal #ask freya #tw: rape

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kenzichi · 3 years

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Summary: Riku gets an unexpected visit from Roxas. Post KH3.

Note: Totally self indulgent. Don’t mind it too much lol.

Riku pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes were burning from lack of sleep. His appearance probably didn’t look like much either. He needed to get off the database. He took one more look at the Sora in the computer screen before he stood up and hastily removed his jacket. He threw it onto the stool and walked outside Merlin’s house.

But once he did he had no idea what he wanted to do. His eyes stung at the morning- morning? -Midday sun. There was no one walking along the streets which was usual for this time of day. Maybe Leon and the others were visiting Kairi? He needed to do that soon.

"Hey." Came an unexpected greeting followed by footsteps. He turned to see Roxas walking towards him. Wait-

"R-Roxas!" It had been months since Riku had last seen him. Since the final battle over half a year ago in fact. "What are you doing here?" Roxas had never been to Radiant Garden as far as he knew. And he had no connection with anyone here so for him to be here...

"I came to check up on you." Roxas smiled, hands in his pockets.

"Me?" Riku was taken aback. Roxas certainly didn't seem like he was the type to pay friendly visits and they weren’t friends even if they didn't hold a grudge against each other.

"Yup." Roxas replied with a smile that worried Riku for some reason. "Let's fight!"

"What?"

"You heard me." Roxas stepped closer until he was a few feet away from him.

"Why would I-?"

"You owe me a fair, finished fight. Last time you turned into that man. A cheap trick to win." Roxas glared up at him.

Riku subconsciously gripped his wrist that Roxas had injured in that very fight. Riku had thought this was all in the past. But looking at Roxas it seemed he still wasn't quite over it.

"I want to fight you for real this time." Roxas summoned his Kingdom Key without breaking eye contact. "Real ‘till the end!" He announced. Riku had no time to protest before he had to summon his own keyblade to block Roxas swinging down from straight above. The impact sent Riku sliding backwards on the stone pavement.

"Roxas!" Riku yelled angrily. What the hell? That hit would have been really bad! Is he being serious?

The impact of the hit sent a stinging aftershock through Riku’s legs straight to his ankles. He winced and fell onto one knee.

I... I know I haven't been training much, but...

Roxas scoffed, "Are you serious? Have you just been fooling around since Sora disappeared?"

"Of course not!"

"Prove it then." Roxas replied sourly. He broke into a run. "Come at me!"

Just as Roxas had reached him, Riku sprinted under Roxas’ swing as if to run, but as soon as he was right behind him he halted suddenly, spun around and swung his keyblade towards his opponent. But Roxas turned around just as fast and blocked his attack.

Roxas smiled, "Ahh, there's the Riku I remember! Give me a good fight, alright!" They pushed each other back with their blades and put some distance between themselves.

"I don't have time for this." Riku practically hissed. Not while Sora is still out there. We’re wasting time!

"You have time." Roxas retorted. "By the looks of you, this will be over real quick."

Riku narrowed his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Roxas leaped towards Riku to close the gap between them. With both hands he swung towards Riku’s left side, but Riku blocked. Roxas swung again in the same spot, harder this time. "Exactly how it sounds!" Roxas lunged forward and slammed his shoulder into Riku’s chest, knocking him backwards. Riku stumbled wide eyed.

"What happened to the strongest kid on the islands? Keyblade Master Riku?" Before Riku could regain his balance, Roxas started an excessive chain of swings that Riku couldn’t help, but block helplessly against.

Riku felt cornered. Roxas wasn't giving him any chance to counter. All he could do was make sure Roxas didn’t run him into a dead end.

Roxas’ blows started to slow down just slightly, but enough for a seasoned fighter like Riku to notice. He’s getting tired... "Brings you back to the islands, huh? Just like old times, right?" Roxas said in between breaths.

Huh? Why would he bring up the islands?

Just as Riku thought that, Roxas took a big gasp before going in for another swing. Now! Riku quickly cast a single thunder bolt to strike between them.

Roxas jumped backwards before the attack could hit. Riku let out a heavy breath, relieved they were no longer so close.

Roxas chuckled at the exchange they just had. What’s with him? Was he making fun of him?

Riku clinched his teeth. That magic attack seemed like nothing, but it was more to get him off his back than to cause injury. And he felt like Roxas knew that too. That’s why he had that irritating smirk on his face.

Roxas lifted his keyblade into the air and cast firaga. A plethora of fireballs came flying towards them.

Riku gasped. He couldn't dodge. They were surrounded by buildings. Not to mention Merlin’s house with their only clue to finding Sora in a long time. Quickly, Riku ran in front of Merlin’s house and managed to produce a larger dark barrier than usual and deflected as many fireballs as he could back at Roxas. Without missing a beat, Riku released dark barrier and cast waterza on the fires that were quickly building up around them.

Riku let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Through the smoke he saw Roxas standing on the other side of the walk area, waiting patiently for him.

Riku steadied his breath before clinching his fists. "Are you an idiot?! People live here! Don't throw reckless magic around!"

"This is a real fight remember?" Roxas replied. "If you don't like it, stop me."

Riku had had it. He charged at Roxas so fast he was only a flash of dark energy. Roxas had no idea he had this ability. He certainly didn’t have it in The World That Never Was. Before he could react, Riku appeared before him, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him to the ground. He knelt down on Roxas’ weapon-wielding hand, causing his grip to loosen and his keyblade to disappear. Riku slammed the end of his Braveheart into the ground next to Roxas’ head. "That's enough. Playtime is over."

“But we were just getting warmed up!" Roxas chuckled.

"Stop screwing around!" Riku yelled, clinching the boy's shirt tighter. He was straddling him and with his arm pinned down Roxas couldn’t move.

"Would you treat Sora like this too?" Riku paused. "On the islands," Roxas continued. "is this how you were when you fought with Sora?" There was no underlying playfulness to his words this time.

Why is he bringing up Sora? And the islands? No. This was nothing like that. Even when Riku was mad he still enjoyed his sword fights with Sora. Even when he was clouded by jealousy; he just wanted to be close to him. But right now Roxas was just pissing him off. "Why do you keep bringing weird things up?" Riku demanded.

With his free hand, Roxas gripped the fists that were holding him by the collar. "Kiss me."

Riku froze.

"You miss Sora don't you? It’s obvious to everyone. And sad, really. Even I’m starting to pity you."

"What are you saying?" What does he mean ‘everyone’? "You don't know anything." I'm fine. I'm the same as usual. Did someone put him up to this?

"So much so that you shut yourself away from everyone for 2 months."

But... I haven’t. Right? I’ve done plenty these past few months... Riku quickly thought back to his current day to day life. He would wake up, check the database, eat (maybe), run scans on the database, check on Kairi at the castle, train for an hour... maybe less, go back to check the database...

"We know about the computer in there. You unlocked everything you could on that thing and there are still no answers. So why are you still always on it?"

Riku looked away. "There could still be a clue." He answered quietly. He did truly believe that, but he also couldn’t deny just seeing Sora’s image on the screen comforted him. "Anyway, it doesn’t concern you. You do things your way on your end and I’ll do the same-"

Roxas sat up on his elbow, "It does concern me! Sora wouldn't want you to spend your days staring at a computer!"

"I'm fine. I don't need your twisted help." Riku let go of Roxas' collar and started to stand, but Roxas kept his grip on Riku’s wrists, keeping him close.

"But I look like him don't I? Remind you of him?" He pulled Riku so close their bodies were touching. Riku could feel Roxas’ body heat through their sweaty clothes. He felt a knot form in his throat. "I don't think Sora would mind. Not if it was to help you."

"Stop." Riku lowered his head. Despite them being so different, Roxas was still Sora’s nobody and they almost looked exactly the same. Their builds were strikingly similar. Not to mention their eyes. Riku squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed they were even having this conversation. Ashamed he was actually feeling something. Did everyone feel this much pity towards him? Was he really that miserable looking?

Roxas grabbed Riku’s shirt, and pulled him closer. "Look at me." He said as softly as he could. Eventually, Riku did. He saw Riku’s eyes for the first time that day. Tired and sad. Eyes that hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. "I know you want to. So kiss me."

Of course he wanted to! Or rather, of course he wanted to, with Sora! To touch him and kiss him. Somehow, now that he knew his true feelings for Sora, it only made it harder for Riku to be away from him.

"Kiss me like you would Sora." Roxas ran a hand through Riku’s hair, "Touch me like you would Sora." He wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck, "He wouldn’t want you to suffer like this anymore."

He wouldn’t, huh?

Every night he’d dream of a city with towering buildings. Shining signs and bustling roads. And every day he’d imagine Sora next to him, talking to him, like a curse.

Every day, since having those dreams of the city, Sora would lean into him when they talked. Lay a gentle hand on his shoulder whenever he laughed. He’d smile up at him and say his name. He’d pout when he lost at a game of Rock Paper Scissors to decide who got to take a bath first. But then Riku would be forgiven when he let Sora have the last piece of meat for dinner.

When Riku was settling in for the night it was only a matter of minutes before Sora came to his room. Sora would lay down onto his bed before he even had the chance to. Riku would caress Sora’s spiky brown hair he loved so much.

And Sora would laugh.

He’d wrap his arms around Riku’s waist and nuzzle close to him. They would talk about their day of training even though they had just spent the whole day training, together. Sora would fall asleep telling his stories and only then would Riku kiss him good night because that was the only time he was brave enough to do it. But Sora wouldn’t be asleep. And he’d demand Riku kiss him again. And again and again. And each kiss would be less nerve wrecking than the last. Riku would fall asleep feeling Sora’s warm skin and soft lips. And his slim frame that fit so perfectly against his muscular one. And he would wake up the next day and realize it was all a dream, or an illusion, or whatever the hell it was.

And it would start all over again.

So when Riku actually felt a warm (real), gentle hand run through his hair... Soft, slender fingers against his neck, he was so tempted. Oh so tempted. And for a flicker of a second he did see Sora’s face in Roxas. Riku gently let his fingertips brush away the strands of blond bangs on Roxas’ forehead. He wanted to imagine they were Sora’s messy brown ones. Imagine his flushed cheeks were Sora’s, bright and pink. His eyes were the exact same blue as Sora’s it almost scared him. Riku clinched his fist on the pavement.

But Roxas was not Sora no matter how much they looked alike.

"No." Riku finally replied. "You’re not a replacement for Sora. And you know that better than anyone. Sora... He told you that." Riku said, eyebrows furrowed.

Roxas stared at him for a bit before closing his eyes, sighing. "He did... didn’t he..." His grip around Riku’s neck loosened, but he didn’t completely let him go.

"You and Sora. Even if I tried... I could never mistake you. You, who’s so quick to anger." He smiled genuinely, the hand playing in Roxas’ hair now on his cheek. "You, Roxas, with the sharp tongue and the presence so strong an enemy would shutter as soon as you entered the area." Roxas’ eyes widened. "Whereas-"

"Whereas, Sora," Roxas continued, "is the one who would brighten up any room as soon as he entered it." He smiled small. "And Sora, who could never say a bad thing about anyone no matter how much they deserved it."

Riku nodded, “Yeah.”

Roxas felt so stupid, but relieved. Roxas stiffened under Riku, suddenly feeling self conscious at their positions. He let his hands fall from Riku’s shoulders to his chest. "Yeah..." He whispered.

......................

"If we had gone through with it, would you have hated it?" Roxas looked up from the half empty glass of water in his hands. He hadn't realized he had zoned out. The little lamp on Merlin's table stung his eyes. Had he dozed off? The tall, red chair at Merlin’s table was cozier than it looked.

Roxas looked across the room. Riku was on that damn computer again, staring intently at the screen. "Sorry... What did you say?" Roxas asked.

Riku let out a long sigh, "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

Roxas groggily looked back down at his hands. The hands he used to touch Riku. The hand he used to caress Riku’s hair.

Back when he had dreams about Sora, Roxas recalled Sora always looking at Riku. He always admired his height, his strength, and his long, silver hair. The silver hair Sora secretly longed to touch...

Roxas closed his eyes.

I’m sorry, Sora.

If they had gone further, would he have liked it? His feelings for Riku, Sora’s feelings for Riku, weld up in his stomach. Even though I’m not Sora... Sora’s memories, Sora’s feelings for Riku were still imbedded in his heart. So had Riku desired it, he would have kept going.

Roxas’ chest tightened.

He was a terrible person.

"I know you want to. So kiss me... Like you would Sora." Roxas ran a hand through Riku’s hair, "Touch me like you would Sora."

Riku clinched his teeth before leaning in and kissing the blond on the lips. And Roxas parted his lips instantly, welcoming Riku’s touch.

#kingdom hearts #fanfic #fanfiction #roxas #riku #kingdom hearts 3

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