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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

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jtsfavslut · 3 years

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Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail.

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away.

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!!

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years

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can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

#the lost boys oneshot #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys michael x david #michael emerson #michael the lost boys #david the lost boys #gays being vamps #my writings

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kyber-crystal · 3 years

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What if their s/o says "that looks heavy, let me hold it for you" to Han, Obi Wan, Anakin, Luke and shows his hand (i know it's too cheesy) (headcanons pls)💖

YES dfasddfasdf cheesy is what i live for !!!

luke skywalker:

it’s v v humid and

yavin 4 is really fucking brutal during the summer months and 3 people had already passed out from heat exhaustion, and nobody wanted to be the fourth)

so you, him, and everyone else are dressing as light as possible

luke finds you finishing up work on your x-wing

“y/n!”

you slid out from underneath your x-wing and sat up, wiping the sweat from your forehead and offering him a friendly smile- “hi! you’re just in time. i actually needed your help and was about to ask you to come here...could you check this out?”

you brushed yourself off and stood up, and he slid under and took your place

every so often his arm peeks out and his muffled voice asks you to grab a tool, so you reach over and give him what he needs

(you don’t complain throughout the time he’s in there because watching luke work was oddly satisfying and quite a sight to behold because of the phenomenal view of his biceps that you got)

(but you’d rather die before admitting that to anyone)

especially han bc he loves teasing you every damn chance he gets that little shit

once he’s done, he comes right back up and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. he then grins and wipes his thumb across your cheek. “there! now we’re matching.”

“ew. you’re gross—” you pretended to look grossed out but felt your cheeks heat up at the contact.

“hey, that looks heavy...” he noted, “let me hold it for you.”

“huh? what do you...” you glanced down and noticed he had his hand outstretched. you smiled and intertwined your fingers with his

but !! plot twist !!!

as soon as your hand slips into his he tugs you towards him and presses his lips to yours

“ew, you two, get a room—”

“shut up, han.”

han solo

han is straight up with everything. literally. mans is not afraid to tell the truth, no matter the situation

but one thing he’s failed to be straight up about is his feelings for you

for once, he can’t seem to find the right words to express how he feels

so instead of just telling you he does a bunch of sweet gestures

ex.) giving you his jacket when it looks like you’re cold, even in the slightest, holding you tightly when the nightmares came to get you while everyone else was asleep, lingering touches (leaving his hand on the small of your back for as long as he could, hugs that last a second longer than normal)

he likes to express his feelings through physical touch. he likes giving hugs

so you hug. a lot

had a rough day? hug

had a good day? hug

no reason at all? hug

you walk straight into his arms and he just pulls you close and you stay like that for a bit

that’s usually how it goes

biggs and luke nag at him for refusing to tell you how he feels

so he finally caves in and asks for their help

“say something that’ll have her swooning!”

“once you do that, you’re set”

“and next thing you know you’re married with three kids!” “shut up.”

he wasn’t really given any guidelines so he basically just went in blind and had to trust his own judgement and gut instinct 0_0

han walks up to you after you’d finished talking to leia about something

“oh, hi!”

“your hand looks heavy, let me hold it for you.” and that little shit just,,, grabs your hand without another warning

your mouth moves open and closed but no words come out and for once, the y/n who always got the last word was speechless

he takes your speechlessness and the way you don’t even try to pull away from him as approval. he can’t stop himself from grinning foolishly for the rest of the day whenever he thinks about it

neither can you

from then on it becomes a habit for him to just randomly come and grab your hand and you usually stayed like that for as long as you could

obi wan kenobi

we can collectively agree that obi-wan is the sweetest person on earth (also smooth as fuck)

he’s a stickler for rules but as you grew closer together he found himself falling, and falling FAST

he’d never admit it to anakin because he’s being teased enough by him as it is

“you’re in love with her, master. do something for force’s sake” “no.”

“kriff, you’re stubborn”

anakin, that little shit, does everything in his power to try and get you two together. he’ll ‘accidentally’ run into you so that you’d fall into obi’s arms, make sure the only empty seat at council meetings and any other place was next to him, made sure you stuck together on missions, and whatnot

so when neither of you knew about your feelings for the other even after all he did he was genuinely confused and disappointed bc he put sO much effort—

you returned from a meeting with mace windu & yoda to retire for the night and found a note pasted on your door

“meet me at the gardens in ten minutes —OWK”

your nose scrunched in confusion but you set the paper down and slid your cloak back on regardless, and headed back out

obi wan was standing by the fountains with his arms crossed

“you sent me a note? what did you want...?”

“y/n, i thought we agreed to meet because you sent me a note saying to meet here at 11 sharp.”

“i didn’t send that note.” “i didn’t send yours, either.”

“then who did—” then it hit the two of you at the same time. “anakin.” “no wonder. the handwriting didn’t look like yours, you write in cursive only.”

obi just shrugged, “might as well make the best of this. he did get us out of yet another council meeting.” “touche.”

you didn’t know what to say bc all the words were stuck in your throat

which was weird bc the two of you ALWAYS had something to say to each other when you met up

he reached up to brush your hair away from your face and you froze

“this was stuck in your hair,” he explained as he showed you a milky-white blossom sitting in his palm “oh! thank you”

you fell into a comfortable silence as you walked around the place

and then he’s like “oh fuck i’m just going to go for it”

“y/n, your hand looks quite heavy. let me hold it for you” “w-what?...oh.”

you nod and he takes your hand, and you pray that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating (but he’s too busy praying for the same to notice LMAO)

anakin doesn’t need for either of you to tell him whether the plan worked or not bc he can tell by the looks on your faces

“what can i say. i’m a genius”

anakin skywalker

he’s not afraid to express his feelings bc he feels very comfortable around you and all

so if something’s wrong he’ll either tell you straight up or you’ll figure it out yourself if he doesn’t

he’s a very affectionate person—you understand that it’s because after leaving to pursue his training, he was lacking all the love and attention that he used to get as a child, so he made up for all that by pouring all that love onto you

anakin grew up knowing a mother’s love, so naturally, he’s very caring and gentle around you. he hugs you and holds you close every change he gets, brushes your hair away from your face, etc

so if he just comes up behind you and hugs you, or places a hand on the small of your back while you’re walking, you try not to think too much about it bc it’s what he normally does

you like to tease him about this sometimes bc the seemingly cold-hearted & ruthless warrior is a complete softie behind closed doors : ‘)

it’s no secret to others that you’re both very...close with one another

but nobody even tries questioning it bc 1) you’ve been like this for ages and 2) you got your shit done lmao

but you try and keep the forehead kisses and snuggles more lowkey

you were sneaking over to anakin’s room to finish bingeing that holodrama you’d started together last week and nearly got caught by mace windu

“what took you so long?”

“master windu almost saw me on the way over here. move over.” you nudged anakin in the side and crawled into bed next to him, “you didn’t start without me, right?” “of course not!”

you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “you know, if we get caught, obi-wan—” “—is going to kill us. i know.”

“he told us to wait...”

“it’s not like he’s going to find out we’re watching without him, is he?” he smirked. you laughed and lightly smacked his shoulder

you’re probably an hour or so in when the two of you fall into silence

asides from what you’re watching, it’s just yours and his breathing that you can hear

you glanced over and watched the light from the holo shining in his eyes, and the distant light of the moon reflecting off his wavy hair and your heart stops

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no

you snap yourself out of your trance and get back to what you were doing

anakin starts drifting off slowly but steadily

“hey. your hand looks heavy. let me hold it for you,” he mumbled

you felt your face heat up, but nodded. “...okay?”

“your hands are so cold.” his nose crinkled slightly as he tightened his grip on your hand. “but that’s okay. i’ll warm them up for you.”

you smiled and let your head fall against his shoulder, and stayed like that for the rest of the night

a/n: i’m so sorry this was late,,,,depression was kicking me in the ass but i finally brought myself to finish this bc i really loved this concept! ...if you want to be added to my taglist just fill out this form!

#han solo x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #anakin x reader #star wars imagine #star wars preferences #star wars #obi wan kenobi x you #han solo fluff #luke skywalker imagine

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years

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After Midnight pt. 3 (Feysand)

Part 1 | Part 2

Uhhh this is kinda long and took me FOREVER to write which was v annoying. Disclaimer: stole a line from Grey’s Anatomy what’s new

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~Feyre~

I’m aware that pacing is one of my bad habits. My ex told me all the time how it drove him crazy to watch me go back and forth, back and forth. Most of the time, I can catch myself doing it and stop.

But right now, I think I’d find a way to pace even if I were chained to a tree.

Because I’m so freaking nervous about Rhysand coming over that I’m practically coming out of my skin.

Which is ridiculous, because the man has seen me naked, for gods sake.

He’s done more than just see, too.

And yet the thought of him staying here, sleeping next to me all night, has me ready to run for the hills. Somehow, sharing a bed is more intimate to me than having sex to me.

It’s fucked up, I know.

But the last man I shared a bed with...

There was a level of trust there, and it was broken. And knowing that this is the only way to rebuild the ability to give that trust doesn’t make it any easier.

I also know that if I go downstairs, I’ll end up drinking myself stupid to make this easier, so I’ve asked Rhysand to just meet me up here. And to make myself even more miserable, I’m early.

I mean, I’m always a few minutes early, but I somehow forgot we decided to meet later than usual and got here an hour ago.

Which gave me plenty of time to start freaking out.

A knock on the door snaps me out of my nerves-induced pace, and I tiptoe to the door and look through the peephole, both excited and anxious when I see Rhysand there.

Just like last week, he's wearing dark pants and a thin white shirt that does nothing to hide the body underneath. I think he does it to drive me crazy, honestly, because the sight of all that tattooed muscle-

“Are you going to let me in?”

Shit.

I swing the door open, already blushing, and say, “Sorry.”

He looks down at me, full lips pulling into a smirk. “Hi, Feyre.”

The way he says my name is somehow so full of innuendo it threatens to send my cheeks scarlet, but I say politely, “Hi, Rhys.”

He walks into the room, dropping a backpack I refuse to acknowledge on the floor. “How was your week?”

Well, I spent the entire seven days fretting about what might happen tonight and was barely able to eat anything, so not that great. “It was fine. Yours?”

His lips twitch. “Also fine.”

Then he gives the biggest, fakest yawn I’ve ever seen--throwing in a stretch, too--and says, “Well, I’m exhausted. Want to go to bed?”

He’s so damn nice, it makes me want to slap him. “Okay,” I agree, walking to one side of the bed and pulling the covers back.

I’m already dressed in my sleep shorts and a tank top, but grabs his bag and heads to the bathroom.

I can do this, I tell myself, not at all believing it. He’s nice, and it’s just sleeping. Most women would kill to sleep next to someone who looks like him.

The last part of that thought is confirmed a second later when Rhysand steps out of the bathroom in low-hanging shorts and nothing else.

His tan chest is on full display, and even though I’ve seen and touched every inch of it, I find myself studying it once again.

I suddenly wish I had a paintbrush and an empty canvas.

The urge shocks me. I haven’t thought about painting, haven’t yearned to pick up a brush, since before everything happened. If I’m being honest, long before everything happened.

“I thought we weren’t doing anything sexual tonight,” he murmurs, voice a little deeper.

“We aren’t,” I confirm, forcing my eyes to his perfectly innocent chin.

“Well then put your horny eyes away,” he scolds with a smile, walking over to flop on his half of the bed.

I smother a laugh with my hand and get in the bed next to him, trying to ignore the warmth leaking from his skin to mine.

Neither of us move to turn the small lamp off, so we lay there in the soft light, perfectly silent.

I’m lying down in a nice hotel room with a good looking man. My body is relaxed, and I am calm.

Rhysand is a very nice person, and even though I’ve known him for only three weeks, I don’t think he’d ever hurt me.

But his soft, even breathing is a constant reminder that he’s next to me, and the weight in the bed is too familiar, too close. Pressing my eyes shut doesn’t help, because it just allows me to think about the past two years and everything that happened in them.

My heart’s beating so fast and hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it, and a cool, horrible sweat breaks out over my back.

Tears threaten to spill over, and I’m discretely trying to take deeper breaths and force myself to calm down.

It doesn’t work in the slightest, so I throw the covers off, turn on my side away from him, and pretend he isn’t there.

Which becomes pretty damn impossible when a warm hand lands on my shoulder. “Feyre?”

“I’m asleep,” I lie.

His hand gets a little firmer, turning me on my back so he can see my face. Soft, understanding eyes notice everything written so painfully clearly on it, and he says, “You know what? I’m actually not that tired.”

I think I could love him for that sentence alone.

He rolls over and leans to reach into his bag. Sitting up, he throws a deck of cards on the bed between us and asks, “Fancy a hand of cards?”

Thank the gods above for warm, compassionate hookers.

“Sure.”

I sit up across from and diligently ignore the sight of all those tattoos as I watch him expertly shuffle and deal the cards. He looks so serious that it comes as a surprise when he murmurs, “I’m going to cheat if you start beating me.”

My lips curve into a smile. “That probably won’t happen. I’m horrible at cards.”

“Good. I’m a sore loser.”

One hand in and I see that he was serious. He completely kicks my ass without a shred of hesitation or mercy, but I don’t even care because I’m finally starting to relax. It’s easy to when he’s in front of me, making jokes and laughing and smiling.

He deals another hand without asking, somehow reading me well enough to know I need it. “If I win this hand, you have to answer a question.”

Oh, gods.

This is a recipe for disaster, because if I were him, I’d want to know why exactly I’m so fucked up.

But I can’t exactly turn him down when he’s been so kind and easy-going about everything. “Okay. Same if I win.”

“You won’t, but okay.”

Cocky bastard.

A few minutes later, I realize his confidence was well-deserved because once again, he beats me. “I think you might’ve cheated there, but you can ask your question.”

I’m mentally praying it’s nothing serious, because I don’t know if I could handle opening up to him while looking into his pretty eyes and-

“If you were arrested for a crime, what would it most likely be?”

I find myself laughing as I look to see he’s completely serious. “That’s what you want to know?”

He smiles back at me and just shrugs.

“Probably tax fraud,” I admit, laughing again when his eyebrows shoot up. “And before you ask, no, that isn’t why I’m well-off. I just have never understood those stupid forms, so I’ll probably mess up and end up in prison one of these days.”

Rhysand chuckles, grabbing the cards to deal another hand.

“What about you?”

Putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward like he’s telling me a secret, he whispers, “Road rage. I’m a really angry driver, and I find screaming at people helps.”

He says it without any remorse at all, so it’s pretty believable.

“Same deal?” I ask, looking at the cards in front of me and knowing without a doubt I’m about to lose again.

Almost an hour later, we’ve asked each other the most ridiculous, absurd questions we can think of. I now know he’s afraid of sharks, doesn’t believe in black holes, and was voted most likely to succeed in high school.

He’s also found out about my sisters, my strong dislike of cilantro, and my dream of moving to France and working in the Louvre.

My stomach hurts from laughing so much, and there’s a quiet kind of peace inside me I haven’t felt in years.

We’re laying down, propped on our elbows, when we finish yet another game, and he puts his cards down and looks at me with unusually serious eyes.

I know he’s about to break our unspoken rule to not ask any personal questions, but for some reason, I don’t stop him.

“Why don’t you paint anymore?”

His tone tells me that if I want him to drop it, he will.

But... I want to tell him. I want to tell him what I went through, how it changed me. How it both broke me and made me stronger.

So I do.

“The last time I painted was over a year ago. I know it sounds cliche, but my art... it comes from a place inside of me that just isn’t there anymore.”

Rhysand nods, even though what I said didn’t make that much sense. “Do you think it’ll ever come back?”

“Yes,” I say, blushing and looking at his shoulder. I have no idea why I tell him, but I can’t seem to keep my fat mouth shut. “I actually wanted to paint earlier tonight.”

“Oh?” He gives me a knowing smile. “So those weren’t your horny eyes, they were your artist eyes?”

“Of course, you pervert.” They were both, to be honest, but I’m not about to tell him that when he’s looking at me like he just won the lottery.

“Well, you can paint me anytime you want.” He gives me a wink and waggles his eyebrows. “I posed nude a couple times in college.”

He says that so casually it takes me a second to really hear and understand his words. “You went to college?”

Rhysand freezes, and I think about how I asked that question and want to smack myself. I didn’t have to sound so damn surprised, even if it did catch me off guard. “I didn’t mean to sound like that, I just... I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“Feyre, it’s okay. I just didn’t really realize I’d said that.”

“Okay.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then he says something that completely surprises me. “I actually have a PhD.”

My mouth drops open, and he laughs. “In what?”

“War and Maritime History.”

For a few seconds, I just lay there and stare at him, mouth swaying in the breeze. “You have a PhD in history?”

It’s almost impossible to imagine this insanely handsome man sitting in a dim, dreary classroom, talking about something as dull as history.

“I do.” His tone goes a little despondent as he murmurs, “I don’t use it, but I have it.”

He presses his lips together and reaches for the cards lying forgotten between us. I know I should listen to the silent cue, but I can’t stand seeing him like this.

“Why don’t you use it?” I ask, making sure to keep my tone casual and inviting. I want to give him the same opportunity he gave me.

He shuffles and deals, then looks at his hand and shakes his head, snatching up my cards to re-deal. At least he was honest about the cheating.

I hardly even notice, though, because he says, “I did for a few years. I was a professor at UVelaris.”

Now that, I can imagine.

Him standing in front of a body of students, driving all the females crazy, lecturing and being the cool, funny professor everyone wants to have.

“Not anymore?”

Rhysand shakes his head. “Didn’t pay enough.”

Something about his face tells me it’s time to drop it and change the subject. Which I guess makes it my turn to share.

So as I start to lose once again, I tell him, “I can’t go to sleep next to you because one day I woke up and my ex-fiance had locked me in our apartment.”

It’s blurted and quiet and a terrible way to spring that on someone, but he just says, “My hand is absolute garbage. You might actually win this one.”

“About time,” I mutter, weirdly relieved he didn’t start asking questions. Or worse, getting angry.

It should probably concern me that he somehow knows and can read me well enough to find the perfect response, but I’m too busy marveling at how easy this all feels with him.

Every minute of therapy is like a punch to the gut, but with Rhys... I feel like talking to someone who won’t judge, who won’t ever tell me what I should’ve done.

Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I actually concentrate on our game, and when I finally defeat him, I stick my tongue out at him and smile.

He grins back, but something about it makes mine fall away.

Because it’s his turn, and even though I’m prepared for the worst, I don’t know what it is until I hear it.

“My cousin has a rare form of leukemia, and the university didn’t pay enough for me to cover her treatments.”

He says it quickly and quietly, just like I did, but it still carries a heavy punch that knocks the air out of my lungs.

Because he... I don’t have the words to describe him.

He gave up his dream job and does something he probably hates for his family. It’s the most selfless, heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard.

But I want to give him the space to say things at his own pace like he is for me. “Let’s play another hand. I’m feeling lucky.”

Rhysand nods, eyes looking relieved, and starts to deal again.

My turn.

“My ex was really paranoid and thought I was cheating on him, and he had to go out of town for a work trip. That’s when he... I was locked in there for five days, and he took my phone and laptop, so I didn’t have a way to call for help.”

Rhys is silent for a long moment, jaw clenched tight. But when he speaks, it’s in the same calm, easy tone as always. “There’s not enough luck in the world for you to beat me this time.”

I laugh despite the heaviness of the words I just spoke, and even though it’s his turn, I keep talking. “I went a little crazy. I tore the place apart. I tried to break a window to get out, but we lived on the eighth floor and had Plexiglas windows.”

Our game is long forgotten at this point, and I know I should shut up, but talking to him... I can’t stop. “By the time he got back, I was... different. I was having panic attacks all the time and couldn’t bring myself to eat, and then he just strolls through the door like nothing happened.”

“And he was angry with me. For making such a mess. He hardly noticed I was a shell of who I used to be. Over time, he’d broken me down so completely he was used to it.” Taking a deep breath, I shrug and say, “So I left. I didn’t take the time to pack a bag, I just saw the open door and ran.”

“How long ago was that?” he asks, the first time he’s said something besides his endless taunts about cards.

“A year ago. I was with him for three. It took me a long time to leave him because he wasn’t always emotionally abusive and harsh. There were times when he’d be so sweet and good to me. I wrote it off as mood swings for a long time since I loved him so much.” I take a deep breath and push away the memories threatening to drag me under. “But I got out.”

I say it to him, even though it’s as much a reminder to myself.

Rhysand smiles, reaching to slowly tuck my hair behind my ear. “And now you’re free.”

“I’m free,” I say, proud of myself for telling someone besides my shrink what happened.

It’s the first time I’ve ever opened up about our relationship willingly, and even though it was a brief, abbreviated version of the full story, I’m happy with myself.

But it’s a bittersweet moment, because I can’t forget what Rhys told me.

I can’t forget why he’s here, what he’s been through.

“I wish you were free, too,” I whisper.

And gods, is it true. Even though I’m happy I found him, even though I’m grateful he’s helping me, I wish he was free to go back to teaching. I wish he didn’t have to carry this burden.

I wish he wasn’t looking at me with enough sadness in his eyes to make my chest hurt.

He doesn’t respond, and I don’t want him to feel pressured, so I say simply, “I’m tired.”

Rhys nods, sweeps the cards up, and tosses them back into his bag. Then we’re laying there staring at each other, and I’m noticing the way the light turns his skin a deep bronze and lights up his eyes.

Something feels different between us now that we know the dirty details of each other’s lives. It feels less like a transaction.

It feels like he cares about me.

I scoot forward and put my head on his chest, grateful he turns on his back so I don’t feel too trapped.

His hand is on my hip, the other tucked behind his head, and as I put one leg over his, I think that I’ve never been this comfortable in my life.

Which surprises me, but I’m not complaining. Especially not as the hand on my back starts moving across my back in small, soothing circles that make my breathing slow.

Sleep comes for me quickly, but right before I close my eyes, I press a kiss to his chest and murmur, “Goodnight, Rhys.”

His response is the last thing I hear before I go to sleep, warm and safe in his arms.

I don’t really remember where I am when I wake up. My eyes stay shut as I wiggle around a little, finding myself very warm and comfortable and happy.

It’s only when someone’s breath brushes the back of my neck that I remember where I am, and who I’m with.

Rhysand is behind me, warm body wrapped around me. One arm is under my head, the other is mingled with mine, and his legs are tucked behind mine. His head is in the hollow of my neck, stubble tickling my skin slightly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up in a man’s arms, and I’ve forgotten how good it feels.

Careful not to move too much, I stretch my legs and arms out, enjoying the weight of his body on mine.

He must feel be stirring anyway, because next thing I know, his mouth is pressing against my neck in a soft, sleepy kiss that makes me smile.

It’s natural and easy and it feels like we do this every morning.

I trust him, I realize with a slight start.

It’s insane to trust someone after such a short time of knowing each other, but I do. Especially after last night.

He listened to me and made me feel heard without being overbearing or giving me pity. He’s been there for me through panic and sadness and somehow managed to make me smile regardless.

And I want him to know how much it means to me.

So I turn my head and meet his mouth with mine.

Rhysand doesn’t hesitate, sweeping his tongue into my mouth in a rich, hazy kiss that makes me immediately want more. His hand cradles my head, arms loosely wrapped around me.

I turn around so I can put my hands in his hair, and I’m so lost in him I don’t even realize we’re violating our nothing-sexual rule.

I don’t want you to touch me unless you want to.

I attempt to pull away, but his mouth follows me, pressing kisses across my upper lip, the corner of my mouth. “Rhys,” I breathe, putting a hand on his shoulder to give myself room to think.

He pulls away, violet eyes heavy hooded and happy. “Feyre.”

His voice is scratchy and his hair is ruffled and he looks so goddamn edible I can’t resist anymore. “I want to touch you. Please.”

It’s almost comical how quickly the drowsiness fades from his eyes.

His full mouth opens and shuts, then repeats the process once again. And then he murmurs, “You never have to say please.”

Taking that as permission enough, I cup his face with my hands, running my thumb across his cheekbone. He leans into my touch, eyes drifting shut.

I feel like I’m in a dream as I run them lightly down his neck, across his shoulders.

I trace the lines of his tattoo until they stop, then my fingers explore his abs, the muscle tightening under them.

And then I slip my hand past the loose waistband of his sleep shorts.

Both of us react immediately. I completely stop breathing, mind going probably-permanently still at the feel of him in my hand, and Rhys’s eyes snap open so fast I watch as the dilate.

We’re both staring at each other, the only thing breaking the utter silence in the room his shallow breathing.

I run a finger over the length of him, then the tip, and he hisses my name.

“Please,” I repeat, ignoring the fact that he said I didn’t need to ask.

His jaw clenches as I wrap my hand around him, and he’s almost glaring at me as he says, “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

Fighting a smile, I start to move my hand and shrug. “This is about me, remember?”

He still wears a serious expression, but his lips twitch, so I keep going.

I’m moving so slowly I think we’ll both be insane by the time this is over, but I can’t bring myself to speed up. His hips are moving slightly, pushing into my hand, and it’s addictive to watch him react to me.

Rhys makes a low sound, then bites his lip as if to keep it in.

Which is a mistake, since now I want to do it, too.

Leaning in, I take that lip for myself, nibbling and sucking on it until he can’t take it anymore and starts kissing me again.

I scoot a little closer and move my mouth to his neck, and all I can breathe or taste or think about is Rhys.

A hand in my hair tells me this situation is unacceptable, and then his mouth is on mine again, desperate enough I take pity and move my hand faster.

His body is tight with pent-up energy, like he’s determined to keep himself still and let me have my fun.

One hand still between us, I run the other through his hair, pulling on it until he groans. I run my thumb over the end of him, and he mutters my name, voice holding a touch of warning that makes me smile. Even as I do it again.

He curses, and then he’s falling apart in my hands, and I pull away to watch, just like I know he did with me.

And it really is a sight to see.

His muscles bunch tight, jaw even tighter, and his eyes drift close as his head goes back and a moan falls off his lips. His breathing is heavy and there’s a heavy, satisfied look to him that I can’t get enough of.

Eventually, his eyes open again and find mine.

Rhysand kisses me softly, then pulls back enough to smirk and say, “You’re welcome.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and then the room falls back to silent.

And I realize I’m laying in bed with him, laughing, and practically begging to give him pleasure.

Fuck.

He gives me a strange look, cuing me into the fact that my panic is probably all over my face, so I smile, then roll out of the bed. “I have to go.”

“Interesting,” he states, tone making it clear he’s a filthy liar. A very amused liar.

I just roll my eyes and grab my bag, hoping that when I come out of the bathroom, he’ll be gone.

No such luck.

Ten minutes later, I’m fresh-faced and dressed, and he’s still lounging in bed, arm tucked behind his head. And the sight of all that beautiful, muscled, tattooed-

“You have your horny eyes on again.”

“You’re delusional,” I shoot back, mentally making a note to wear sunglasses around him at all times.

“Come here.”

I shake my head, knowing where that’ll lead even without the look on his face.

Because after last night, things feel different.

They feel casual.

Which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I did this so I could find someone unattached and easy and... not him. He understands me better than I do, for gods’ sake.

And he’s caring and gentle and so understanding, and my brain is just having a hard time keeping up.

He opens his mouth to argue, but I throw a pillow at him from my safe spot halfway across the room. “I have to go to the museum.”

Technically, this is a lie. We’re on schedule for the next event. But I could go and get ahead. Which sounds like a great idea.

“That’s not even remotely believable, but alright.” He rolls smoothly to his feet, remind me once again how comfortable he is in his skin.

I look at the ceiling, and he makes an amused sound. “No self control. It’s sad, really.”

I hate him.

Even though I’m grinning because it’s true.

He throws on a dark shirt from his bag and steps into some jeans, all while I adamantly study my very interesting, unpainted nails.

And then we’re walking down the hallway to the elevator and standing across from each other. If I had a knife-

No. If I had a spoon, I could cut the tension in there with ease.

He smiles like he knows what I’m thinking, and I almost weep with relief as the doors open to the empty morning lobby.

Rhysand moves to get out, but I’m going down another floor to the garage, so I stay put, firm in my resolve to appear unaffected.

That plan goes out the window pretty quickly, considering he narrows his eyes at me, marches across the small elevator floor, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me.

I kiss him back without hesitation, both of us only pulling away when the door bings unhappily.

What the hell was that?

Did he just... kiss me goodbye?

What the hell was that?

I don’t have time to ask, because he steps into the lobby, looks me up and down thoroughly, and says, “See you next week, Feyre.”

Oh, gods.

I have to see him again.

Because even though I know I shouldn’t, there’s absolutely no way I’ll cancel.

I’m a stupid, stupid woman.

But I replay last night and this morning in my head, and as the elevator starts dropping to the garage, I realize I don’t even care.

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Part 4

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Okay so I was thinking maybe something along the lines of fluffy Anakin coming home from a long mission and just wanting to be held and loved on by his significant other? I was thinking of stuff like running fingers through hair, forehead kisses, gentle caresses and the like please! Thank you love!

Thank you for the request! I had such a good time writing it 🥰 (also I totally wasn’t scream-crying to Miley Cyrus’s ‘Look at You’ the whole time🥴🤫)

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Loving on You - Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader

You had been waiting for Anakin’s arrival all day, excited to see your secret lover after he had been deployed on a mission for two whole weeks. You were in the middle of volunteering to guard the Jedi archives when he returned, and every second you weren’t running toward the star-fighter hangar was a second more that your patience was stretching thin. Jocasta Nu ended up setting you free early, noting the way you were antsily fidgeting and looking towards the windows.

An hour had passed since he arrived, and you were just leaving the archives. He must be finishing up his report to the Council, so you headed that way. Coincidentally, you ran into his master on your way over, almost smacking straight into him.

“Obi-Wan!” you exclaimed, out of breath. “I saw you and Anakin just got back from your mission. Do you know where he is?”

Something was off. The lines in Obi-Wan’s face looked deeper, eyebags more prominent, and the light wasn’t really reaching his eyes. He tilted his head behind him, gesturing to the dorm rooms.

“Unfortunately, you just missed him,” he sighed, “I believe he went looking for you in your room.”

“Are… are you alright?”

Obi-Wan forced a smile onto his face, although you could tell it took effort. “I’m just fine. Although I don’t think I can say the same for Anakin.”

Your blood immediately ran cold. “What happened? Did he get hurt?”

“No, no, he’s not injured. The mission was just… upsetting for him. I’m sure he’ll want to tell you about it.”

You blew out a breath of relief and then put a comforting hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll let you get some rest then. See you tomorrow.”

He bowed his head at you and you went your separate ways. As soon as you turned the corner, you bounded down the hallways to your room. Closing the door behind you, excitement grew in your veins as you saw the soft glow of a light on in the living room. He was home.

You walked into the living room, not seeing anyone except for a metal ball floating a couple inches above the couch. Peering over the back, you saw Anakin lying down, floating the decoration around with a hard look on his face. He was still dressed in all of his Jedi gear, not even bothering to take off his boots.

“Hi,” you hugged the back of the couch, smiling down at Anakin with your chin on your hands.

As always, the feeling of seeing his face after so long sent warmth down your spine. There was always that fear, no matter how many times he assured you otherwise, that one of these days he would not come back from a mission. It kept you up on the nights he was too busy to send you a hologram message letting you know he was okay, and you found you had to throw yourself into miscellaneous projects to keep your mind off of worst-case scenarios while he was gone. Staying busy was your only way to cope with the fear... But oh, how sweet it was to know he was here now.

Anakin’s lips twitched into a tiny smile of acknowledgement before it disappeared. “Hi, my love.”

Your face fell. Yeah… Obi-Wan was right. Anakin was upset, and you were gaging that it was a sad kind of upset this time. You were used to his anger and frustration, but you’d be lying if you said his sorrow scared you the most. He could fall to such extreme lows, it was almost impossible for even you to pull him back. It really didn’t help that you were shit at dealing with emotions either.

You bit your lip, looking at the ball he was floating around in the air. “I heard the mission was tough.”

“We were successful,” Anakin huffed lightly and caught the ball in his hand, placing it on the table beside him. “Or at least, the Council seems to think so.”

“What happened?”

He began to pick at thread from the sleeve of his Jedi robe. “We took back the alliance with Lim’Shor. Drove the Separatists away. Dooku escaped before we could intercept his ship… which is typical.”

“So…” you tilted your head. You still weren’t sure what had him in such a forlorn mood.

Anakin played with his hands in his lap, twisting and pulling at the sleeves of his robe. He was frowning, not the usual boy who was usually so full of life and excitement after completing a mission.

“Lim’Shor is in the outer rims. A lawless planet where slavery is common. Even with this alliance… it’s not under Republic rule.” He paused, jaw clenching. “While we could help keep the Separatist’s oppression at bay, there was nothing we could do to help themselves.”

Oh. Fuck.

Anakin was very senstive toward the topic of slavery-- rightfully so. With his troubled past, and what happened to his mother… you couldn’t even imagine the pain and anger it had caused him, and still plagues him to this day. The nightmares, the grief, the unbridled rage. You had seen it all, those terrible side effects of living through such a horrendous practice. It was no small miracle he had turned out to be the kind, golden-hearted man he was today-- and no wonder why he was so upset right now.

You made your way to the front of the couch, pushing the table away so that you could sit on the floor before Anakin. Although he wouldn’t look at you, the guilt swimming in his eyes broke your heart.

“They’re right. There’s nothing you can do-- not yet, at least,” you offered quietly. “With the war going on, you can see why the Council needed you here. But once it’s all over, we can go back. We can free all the slaves, everywhere, just like you’ve always dreamed of doing.”

Anakin finally turned to look at you. There was a sparkle in his eye, and you were afraid it was a tear, but he was also smiling. It was a tiny, weak smile, but it was there.

“I would love nothing more,” he whispered, caressing your cheek with his finger. “Come here.”

He scoot over on the couch-- which was actually quite big to begin with-- so that you had room to slide on beside him. You were hesitant to touch him, seeing as how you liked your distance when you were hurting, but Anakin was the one that pulled you into him. He ducked his head and buried himself into your neck, breathing you in.

“We’re going to do it, I swear we will,” Anakin mumbled into your skin. “Every slave out there… we’re going to free them all someday.”

You couldn’t help but tighten your arms around his back, crushing him to your body. You wanted to take his past away, all the hurt he’s experienced, all his tormented memories, and the anguish of losing his mother. Your heart ached for the man in your arms, who always pretended to be so strong for others, but who you knew was secretly crumbling inside. He felt too much, too strongly, all the time. If only you could even take a fraction of that pain away…

“We will,” you vowed, rubbing your hand up and down the space between his shoulder blades. You didn’t think you could say anything else without your voice giving away the emotion building up in your eyes, so you settled for kissing his forehead, long and warm and lingering -- a promise.

You counted Anakin’s breaths as you felt them on your collarbone. Each one, you cherished with your whole being. He was here, he was safe, and he was broken but healing. He was in your arms, and you would do everything in your power to make sure he always made it back there.

You’re pretty sure Anakin fell asleep around breath number 102 or 103. Somewhere along the way, your hand had drifted to play with the soft curls at the base of his neck. He had shivered at the feeling, burying his head deeper into you. Now, his breathing was deep and even, and you thanked whatever Maker was out there that you were lucky enough to have this beautiful man, safe and sleeping in your arms.

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You stayed awake for hours, letting Anakin nap in your embrace before he slowly blinked his eyes opened and peered up at you blearily.

“How long have we been here? You must be so uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m perfect,” you ran your hands through his hair, messing up his curls so that they’d stick out at odd angles.

“Still, I should get off of you and take a shower.”

You didn’t want to let him go, but you got off the couch per his request and accepted the kiss he left on your hand before he left to wash up. You immediately felt cold without his body pressed against yours, already missing his presence.

While you waited for him to get out of the shower, you prepared some tea and jelly toast for him, almost certain he had had nothing to eat in the last week but those little nutrient balls he carried in the compact in his belt. You still didn’t understand how he could stand them.

You walked into your room where Anakin was shirtless, sporting nothing but his loose fitting sleep pants that now hung low on his hips. You tried to stop yourself from staring at his v-line as he ran the towel through his hair, drying it messily before throwing the towel in the hamper. He looked surprised when you handed him the food.

“For me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I thought you’d be hungry.”

Anakin set the plate of toast on the bedside table so he had a free hand to pull you close to him by your waist. He leaned down so he could kiss you, his lips pillowy and soft and heavenly after not feeling them against yours for so long. It was only meant to be a thank you kiss, but, well, you’ll take the blame this time for getting carried away.

You sighed in relief, melting into his figure as you traced the hard planes of his body with your fingertips. His bare skin was warm under your touch, muscles quivering with each pass of your hand. One day, you would spend hours mapping him out with your mouth. For now, you ran your hands down his chest, exploring the crevices between his abs, dipping into his v-line. He shivered at the feeling, setting the mug of tea down as well before sitting back onto the bed and pulling you with him.

You had no qualms about it. Kissing him was something you would never get tired of. When he pulled back so he could breathe, you continued planting kisses all over his face-- his forehead, cheekbones, nose, chin, jaw. He scrunched his face up and laughed, cupping your face between his hands and pushing you back.

“Miss me much?”

“You have no idea,” you weren’t even ashamed, pushing forward to kiss him again. You decided to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out to tease Anakin’s bottom lip, slipping into his mouth and tasting him for the first time in weeks. Oh God, you were in love. The warmth of him, the smell of him, the taste of him-- your head was filled with him, you were drowning in him. Him, him, him.

You traced his jawline with your fingertips as you slotted your lips with his, smoothing his eyebrow down with your thumb. Even the littlest touches had him turn to jelly in your hands.

Jelly…

You pulled back begrudgingly, his panting breaths on your lips testing your self-control by the second. “As much as I’m enjoying this, you need to eat.”

“I’ll be fast,” Anakin promised, and then got to work. He tried to cheat by giving you half a slice of toast, but you pushed it back and gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, all done,” he finished off the tea and tossed the dishes onto the bedside table again. Then he shifted closer to you, tilting your chin up so he could reach your lips. “Now, where were we?”

#anakinskywalker #starwars #prequals #anakin fluff #anakin angst #anakin x reader #anakin fic #angst and fluff #he deserves all the hugs and forehead kisses in the world #yes he slaughtered children but we pretend that didnt happen

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spiltscribbles · 4 years

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Oooh! Prompts! Remus and Sirius moving in together please! 💛

Notes: Thank you SO SO much gorgeous<3 I’m like kinda embarrassed that this is kinda shit, especially because you’re writing is so fucking gorgeous, so I’m sorry.

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“YOU!”

With a start that almost makes him drop the vase in his hands, Sirius turns around to find his surly looking boyfriend glaring daggers straight at him, lips pursed and nose wrinkled ever so fetchingly. “Me?”

“You!”

“ Is this a Muggle game of semantics or something Moons, because for the life of me I’m not following.”

Remus’s glower only deepens, radiating a distinct sort of disapproval that could only ever be honed in by years of prefectness. “You thief!” He squawks, hands perched on his hips, and mouth twisted up mutinously.

“Is this the part where you say I stole your heart?” Sirius goads with a cocked brow, resuming their unpacking. “Because love, that line gets old after the millionth recital, but I do appreciate the spirit.”

“Wha? Na—no that is not what I was going to say you egotistical prick!” Remus scoffs— just a bit flustered with a dusting of pink touching the tops of his sharp cheekbones. “You ate the last spring role!” He accuses emphatically, almost tripping over the over a dozen boxes that are strewn across their newly furnished living room. Sirius can’t help but be endeared by Remus and his everythingness.

“Yes, yes I did Wise Guy,” He confirms distractedly. “I also dipped it into some spicy mustard and drank a bottle of water while I was at it… Your point being?”

“My point you utter berk is that it was mine! I called dibs!”

“I remember no such thing,” Sirius sniffs haughtily, moving to rearrange the photographs on their mantel. (And yeah, it’s still fucking insane to him that he’s become so domestic that he’s got a mantel over the fireplace that the man he loves more than any other had insisted was absolutely crucial to have if they were to move in together—probably for really romantical love making sessions in front of it’s flames with the bliss of no worries of anyone barging in on them, or griping if they were being to loud—Which by the way, James honestly had no right in complaining about considering his track record with his and Lily’s on again, off again mating ritual.

“Liar!" Sirius honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Remus started stomping his feet right about now, and pouting up a storm if the childishly cross expression on his pretty face is anything to go by. (And honestly how could one man be so adorable and sexy all at once.) “You were finishing up the shrimp tempura— because you are a posh idiot without any tastebuds— , and I said that I’ll be right back to get some of the boxes in the spare room, and to save it for me! And then I come here, and I find this! This breach of all we’ve built together!”

Sirius barely conceals his snort. “Is that right? The foundations of our whole, entire bloody relationship? And right after this afternoon, when I made you—“

Two spots of color blotch high on Remus’s cheeks and he cuts him off before Sirius can completely recount the frankly remarkable romp they had just finished with before deciding they needed some nourishment before getting back to unpacking. “Don’t you try to change the subject you stealing stealer who steals!”

“That insult leaves something to be desired Moonbeam.”

“You’re a prick.”

“And you wound me!” Sirius mock sobs, slamming his fist against his chest and swinging back his arm against his forehead. “A plague on you, and your family! And another on your family’s cow.”

Remus’s face morphs into his painfully unimpressed expression, (Hint, it’s very, very flat). “I’ll take your intentional dodge as an admission,” He scoffs, arms crossed tight against his chest.

“I admit nothing!” Sirius shouts in an overdone accent that would better fit the set of Downton Abbey. “Nothing Lupin!”

Remus rolls his eyes at Sirius’s hyperbolic attitude, and okay. Yes. Perhaps Sirius remembers a similar conversation akin to what Remus had described occurring only ten minutes prior. But to be quite honest, Sirius was hardly listening. Remus’s got on one of Sirius’s oversized t-shirts, a pair of boxer-briefs, and nothing else. So yeah, he should definitely not be expected to be paying anything any mind while his beyond gorgeous boyfriend is sitting there, impossibly long legs put out for display, and one perfectly alabaster shoulder bare where the shirt has slipped right off, effectively derailing Sirius's thoughts to how he’d teasingly kissed across his collar bone just earlier that night, nibbling on the hinge of his jaw while Remus had been writhing beneath him. so Really and truly, he should’ve never been expected to remember anything— let alone something as trivial as dibs— if his utterly perfect partner is right there for the taking, a determined dent between his brows, and intermittently rinsing his hand through his disheveled locks of hair like spun gold, excited over the prospect of fixing up this flat that is now their home.

Dear Merlin above does Sirius love this bloke with every fiber of his being.

“Well,” he relents, swaggering up closer to Remus so that they’re standing only inches apart. “Even if I did remember that such a discussion had taken place how you’ve described it—“

“It did, and you know it Black!” He harrumphs, using Sirius’s surname just to get a rise out of him.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now love, is There?.”

Sirius’s sure that he’s won the argument and they could just move on, until he catches the glint in Remus’s impossibly luminous eyes—a glint that always means trouble, a glint that’s never failed to make each one of Sirius’s nerve endings go ablaze.

“Is that right?”

“I reckon it is Moonbeam,” he leers, is momentarily distracted by the downright angelic smile Remus casts his way right then, but suddenly, an onslaught of fingers are piercing into his ribs, wiggling and tickling him into submission.

“Say you’re sorry!” Remus demands, an effortless grin of his own swept across his lovely face, brighter than the morning sun. And yeah, maybe Sirius should just admit that it was his bad, apologize a thousand times over in the form of lingering kisses and caressing hands.… But the thing is, Sirius’s stubbornness has always been too rigid for his own good, and he’s always loved prodding at Remus till He just went off like the world’s most darling firecrackers.

“Never you absolute wanker!”

“I won’t relent till you profess an apology to my satisfaction,” Remus scoffs— a playful giggle lilting his overly formal words.

“And I won’t surrender!” He parries with a leer. Sirius tickles back harder, and Remus shimmies around so much that He ends up jabbing him in the eye, ramming straight into his chest, and effectively sprawling them—all long limbs and crooked angles—onto the wooden floorboards.

“Just say you’re sorry!” He insists, strangled laughter starting to gargle his words while Sirius just gazes down at him, mercilessly besotted.

“”S not my fault you didn’t take it with you Lupin, i’ve committed no grievance.”

“Oh come off it pretty boy.”

“Oy! I’m ruggedly handsome you arse!”

“Testy, testy.”

“You’re the pretty one.”

“Oh suck my cock.”

“Been there done that.”

Remus seems to be fighting down another laugh before he knees him lightly in the abdomen enough that Sirius tenses, giving Remus the chance to switch their positions once again, so that He’s back on top.

“My have the tables turned,” He taunts with one of his most dazzling smiles, dimples in full effect, and crinkles around his pretty sea glass eyes.

“I like how you think I’m at all opposed to this position,” Sirius says with a pixilated gleam, arching back enough so that their cotton clad dicks buck up against each other.

“Perv!” Remus scolds, smacking his chest playfully. “Now admit that I won!”

“Never!”

Somehow, amidst all the thrashing bodies and choked peals of laughter, Sirius flips him over— slight body beneath his own, with Remus’s wrists pinned over his head and his legs wrapped around Sirius’s waste.

“Now, now Monsieur Moony, I reckon that spring has rolled into winter for you,” Sirius most definitely does not laugh raucously at his own pun.

“That’s not even the direction that the seasons go in,” Remus frowns, nose wrinkled indelicately, a tell Sirius’s picked up on whenever He’s mad over an outcome.

“You still lost though,” Sirius barbs with no real bite, pecking a quick kiss to his lips in solace.

“You’re awful, and I’m breaking up with you,” Remus sniffs in turn—wiggling underneath him to try and get loose.

“Oh, you love me really.” Sirius preens like the cat who’s caught the canary— the world’s most beautiful and brilliant and ruffled canary that is.

“Lies and slander!” Remus waggles his tongue between his teeth, and Sirius dips down to bite it teasingly.

“Hmm, now isn’t this cute,” the pair scramble away from each other, utterly stunned once spotting Lily of all people, gaze twinkling and lips set into a firm smirk, eyeing them while leisurely lounging against the door frame.

“You two really can’t keep yr sodding hands off of each other, can you?”

Remus completely reddens, totally flustered, while Sirius only follies back a smug sort of grin at the force of nature that is Lily Evans, his practical sister-in-law, remus’s best friend, and all around genius.

“How long have you been watching Red dearest,” Sirius asks wryly, making it so now Lily’s the one who’s flushing..

“I hate you Black.” She says shortly, and Sirius’s beam doesn’t falter. “Re, as your spiritual older sister—“

“You’re barely a month older Lils,” Remus interjects, but Lily just goes on as if he hadn’t.

“I think it’s my job to remind you that he’s not the only bloke in London with a decent shoulder to waste ratio and nice hair. We can snag you someone with a bit of brains even.”

Sirius tosses her a V shaped salute, and Lily sticks her tongue out in retaliation, but for his part, Remus only tries to cut through the tension with one of his friendlier grins, though it just comes out as an awkward grimace. “I forgot that you’re dropping off the boxes tonight.”

“Evidently Ace,” she snorts, strutting further into the apartment and setting down the box of photos Remus had asked her to bring over from their old place. “Far too busy snogging with the boy who single handedly received the most detentions in Hogwarts history, while also, somehow— by the grace of God— threatened our stances as top of the class.”

“Oy Evans, can’t take all the credit for myself. Jem was my better half, till he moved on to the likes of you.”

Lily ignores him, save for the way her pretty face gets a bit scrunched out of irritation. “Ace, I ask you, what would McGonagall say if she saw her favorite prefect gallivanting around with such a delinquent.

Remus lets out one of his rare and beautiful laughs, something that feels buoyant and is really more breath than sound, but is still so vibrant and splendid and it never fails to thrust Sirius back to the Hogwarts Express, where he and Remus had first met as a couple of wide eyed eleven year olds, and all the contradicting emotions Remus had provoked upon first sight. Wonder, and confusion. Intrigue, and diffidence. Wanting, and fear. It’s an attribute of Remus's that Sirius will never not be amazed by.

“Ah, Minnie my love, how I do miss her so, now where were we Moonbeam?”

“I’m still standing here Black,” Lily reproves with a scoff.

“I think it was about here,” Sirius continues, dipping down to kiss at Remus’s protruding collar bones.

“Settle down mutt,” Remus rebukes with no real heat, a gentle hand carding through Sirius’s hair.

“God, you two are already an old married couple.”

“You really do know the best moments to interrupt sweetheart.” Sirius snipes with a playful roll to his eyes, his hand discretely resting over the small of Remus’s back.

“And you have no decency, corrupting Remus the way that you do.”

“Okay first, I take fucking offense, you know better than me that Moony here was the mastermind behind most of our delightful pranks.”

“You mean your childish inconveniences you plagued on the unsuspecting public?”

“And secondly, we didn’t even get to the fun, currupting part because of your oh so lovely interruption.” Sirius retorts moodily, though he soon suspects the joke was a wrong play to make when Lily’s smile suddenly goes predatory and sHe flips back a lock of her wind blown curls, ready to pounce.

“Well perhaps I just stopped by to make sure you weren’t further defiling my dear Remus. But I guess that giant love bite on your neck proves that I’m too late.”

Sirius can’t help the chuckle that pours out of his lips at her needled observation, smacking a hand to conceal the hickey sHe’s taunting him about, knowing exactly where it is, it’s been a topic of teasing all morning long from a smug Sirius to a properly indignant Remus.

“He-he just marks easily,” Remus pipes out, cheeks completely infused red and worrying on his bottom lip. Sirius suspects that Lily just knew that the one chink in his armor is prodding at Remus’s less than poised acts.

Lily rolls her eyes in a way that convinces Sirius that sHe doesn’t believe it for a second. “Whatever you say oh Saint Remus,” sHe smirks with no more argument. “but pray tell, are you guys about done swapping spit around me? Or is that going to forever be a regular occurrence in the Remus and Sirius show?”

“Now I’d reckon that’ll get a sold out crowd every night, don’t you?” Sirius asks, directing his question at the pair of of them while taking Remus’s hand, and pushing him even closer— just always preferring to have some sort of contact with him.

“Oh put a sock in it,” Remus harrumphs, finally starting to return to his normal coloring in the midst of Lily’s unrestrained cackles.

“Aw, don’t be shy love, it’s only the truth.”

Remus presses the pads of his fingers to Sirius’s lips and glares at him for good measure, “Some things are better left for private.”

“Hah,” Lily scoffs, weight slung to her left hip. “As if I don’t get a front row seat every time you two are within even in a ten foot radius of each other—OH hey, I know that look Ace! The one eyed squint, and the teeth. Well your “I’m about to kill my gorgeous best friend,” look has no place here, i’ll see my way out now. Just promise not to christen every room in this place, kay? We’d all like to visit without the residual specs haunting us! And I know how moody you get without your daily dose of my scintillating company.”

Sirius thinks that Remus’s trying to skewer a whole in the spot where Lily was just standing, if the terribly cross look on his face says anything. It’s precious, Sirius can’t help but snicker.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake! You’re s’pose to be on my side!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you Moons,” he kisses the fingers Remus has still got on his mouth, mock consolatory. “Just incredibly turned on.”

That dent between Remus’s brows is back again for a moment, but then his beauteous features smoothen out and He just pecks a quick kiss to Sirius’s lips before rifling through the box Lily brought over, muttering a light,”Whatever,” as He does so.

There’s a quick wrapping to the window, and Sirius glances over to find his owl— Odysseus— with a bundle of letters attached to his left leg. By rote, Sirius feeds him some of the pellets they keep there for convenience, and unwinds the bundle of parchments, beginning to shuffle through them.

There’s a copy of the Nightly prophet with the murder of another Muggle family splattered all over the front cover in a sickeningly gauche manner, a free trial subscription to the Quibbler with a reading for Scorpios in the month of October, a letter from Peter about his mum and sisters driving him up the rails, an invitation from Marlene for he and Remus to come out to dinner with them for Dorcas’s Birthday, and a ominous letter from James of all paper that simply says a gift for Moony.

Bewildered to why he hadn’t just sent it along with Lily, Sirius tares off the attached photograph only to find something truly, horrendously vile. a photograph of himself. One that was definitely taken fifth year— Sirius’s worst year where he absolutely could not stand being around his family for a moment longer, and James was getting more settled with his studies, an Remus was dating that prefect prick from Ravenclaw and was exceedingly elusive from Marauders nights out. This was so obviously taken on one of those aforementioned nights out that it’s comical. Sirius’s hair is as long as it’s ever been— touching the tops of his shoulders— and he’s chugging down a fruity, pink concoction— the type that Rosmerta was always cooking up for them— hand over fist, and he’s got on puppy ears and a fake nose. In layman’s terms he looks like a complete and total pillock. Drunk off his ass so much so that you can see the stars in his eyes even through the clunky glasses he had stolen from James— convinced that he was sporting them for purely esthetic reasons and not because the knob is actually as blind as a bloody bat— and his finger is pointed and mouth is open in the way it always is when he’s ranting about something or the other.

It’s perhaps the only photograph in history where Sirius isn’t looking his typical, jaw dropping gorgeous self.

There’s about a thousand different retorts he wants to scribble on a spare parchment and shoot right back to James— ranging from nasty to downright despicable— but then he catches the familiar peal of laughter coming from behind him. He’s not surprised when he sees Remus—beautiful, ingenuous, perfect Remus who’s physically incapable of taking a photograph less than effortlessly lovely, even while pissed— peering over his shoulder in utter amusement.

“Oh My God I need to ask James to send me one of the hundreds of copies he surely has.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius retorts darkly.

“I’ll use an enlarging charm and hang it up above the mantel, for prosperity. The one time Sirius looks the way he acts,” he moves his hand over an invisible marquee and looks so damn smug that Sirius could kiss him, and in fact, that’s exactly what he does.

“I hate him,” is all he says afterwards, once he’s pulled away.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” Remus continues with eyes full of mirth.

“I want to banish him, no. No I want to banish all of them. All of our friends, we can make knew ones Moons. I mean look at us! We’re a catch!” He tosses the letters onto the newly acquired sofa as if they have personally affronted him and all he stands for.

“ Oh brilliant idea love.”

“That sounds like your sarcastic voice Moons.”

“No, you’ve got my full support. this’s our castle Pads, we can banish whom ever we like,” Remus balances on his tiptoes, and smacks an exasperated kiss onto his cheek. Sirius can barely contain the glee that’s dancing in his eyes at the thought of this being their own personal castle— a fortress just for the pair of them to escape within— causing another swell of fondness to pound in his chest.

“Well maybe we can give’m another chance,” he relents, melting into how Remus’s locked his arms around his neck, and is smiling up at him with all the love in the world shining unadulteratedly in his lovely eyes. “I mean they did help us move all those boxes and all.”

Remus hums his agreement while he presses his forehead against his own, endlessly endeared.

“What a generous king,” He goads, words hugged with fondness.

“Ooo, I like that, call me that in bed and I might bless you with my royal sector.”

Remus thumps his nose, “Your more tolerable when you don’t speak and just stand there being pretty.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty Moonykins?”

Remus shakes his head ruefully, the smile on his face one that Sirius knows well— one that means he’s reluctantly endeared. “Dork.”

“Plonker.”

There lips meet for another kiss and it feels like all the resplendence in the galaxy being distilled between just the two of them.

#Wolfstar #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #marauders #spilt ink #sugarplums #kattlupin #so totally completely fluff #RIP #life's been total shit this week #so I guess this is a thing #I'm sorry sweets

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randomidiocyncrazies · 3 years

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2.43 ep 5 thoughts: Oda and Aoki edition

sooo as you all know i’m an Oda (and Oda/Aoki) stan, so I just wanna take some time to talk about Oda and Aoki’s dynamics in episode 5 and compare it to the book a little

as a note, I’ll be commenting using my translated copy of the novel, which I’m pretty sure is based on the tankobon edition of the first arc (‘S1′); there may be some revisions in the bunkobon edition that i don’t have access to

[2.43 BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD]

while i think the tension during the club activity suspension had been downgraded from “this is a huge blow to team morale :O” to “hm, i guess people are kind of annoyed?” and we didn’t get to witness Aoki and Oda flying off the handle, I do appreciate that the seniors are presented as a unit in handling the younger team members, especially that Oda was able to stop Aoki with a glance in the anime (as shown above).

this strong partnership also leads us to the scene where they are hanging out together on break at one of their houses and communicating with each other about the incident, even though they have different opinions about it: Oda believes in Yuni’s innocence, while Aoki is holding a grudge (based on his words and expression). (also, what a gorgeous house!)

there is no similar scene, or even a reference to something like this, in the book—this is because, as alluded earlier, the team suspension is presented as way more devastating to team morale than it was presented in the anime

in the book Aoki’s displeasure towards Yuni had a sharper edge; not only was Aoki the ‘lead interrogator’ during the team’s questioning of Yuni, but he also hauled Yuni up by his shirt collar when he thought Yuni’s refusal to explain what happened was him not taking this seriously.

Oda actually had to physically intervene in the book, and although Aoki reluctantly let Yuni go, he specifically says that Yuni had “betrayed [Oda’s] trust.” When Yuni insisted that he didn’t do anything that’d cause trouble to the team and “it’s you [seniors] who refuse to take my word for it”, Aoki basically threatens to kill him if he keeps looking down on them/refusing to take this seriously.

(Chika is also much more aggressive in the book; he tried to lunge at Yuni, but was held back by Kanno, who advised him to at least hear Yuni out, but also made it clear that they need an actual explanation out of Yuni instead of the wishy-washy stuff he’d been saying)

in the book, they make a note that Oda calming Aoki down is a rare sight that the underclassmen normally never see, which was kind of interesting in terms of how the 3rd year duo presents themselves to the team—Aoki is the cool cucumber while Oda is the excitable ‘heart’ of the team, so that line reinforces how unusual Aoki’s actions during the interrogation were. there’s also the implication that, since Aoki was so aggressive, Oda has to hold back and be the one who diffuses the situation this time.

as the argument over Yuni’s refusal to explain what exactly happened spirals out of control, Oda also reached his limit and snaps at all of them, including Aoki, to just resign if they’re just going to get in his way of playing at the Spring Tournament. this shocks everyone into silence, and Oda is so ashamed at his (”selfish”) conduct that he dismisses everyone, and it was heavily implied that he didn’t really speak to any of the team members during the month that club activities were suspended (horrified at his outburst during the last meeting).

in the epilogue (which timing-wise roughly corresponds to the after-credit scene in ep 5), it’s implied that Aoki was the one who reached out to Itoko’s friends in an attempt to figure out what went down during the incident, and Oda and Aoki have a rather touching reconciliation conversation.

essentially, Aoki walks in to the club’s supply office to see Oda taking care of the equipment. When Aoki pointed out that Oda doesn’t have to do all this as he’s the captain, Oda felt that it’s penance for “being the first one who gave up”:

“Nobody thought you’ve given up, you know.” Aoki sat down at the end of the bench, the worn wood creaking under his weight. Just as he was about to pick up one of the balls by his feet, he noticed—the “Seiin High School” written in marker on all of the balls are facing up in the same direction.

Oda isn’t the kind of person who’d deliberately make sure the equipment was laid out uniformly, so it was easy to imagine that he got in early to maintain the equipment, as well as the way he stared at the name written across each ball he cleaned with deep emotion before putting it down naturally, with the school name facing in the same direction.

“If you weren’t the captain, the team would probably be finished and unable to make a comeback. It’s because of you that everyone is willing to push through these circumstances. You should be proud of that.”

“That’s because you went around to help me make nice with the underclassmen in the background, right?”

“No, I didn’t do anything to soothe them at all. Besides, I was only doing it for your sake before.”

Honestly, Aoki wanted to smack the hell out of Kuroba [...] While the others were more or less sympathetic after the whole incident was cleared up by Kuroba Itoko, Aoki still couldn’t quite forgive him. If it wasn’t for that brat, things would never have gotten to such a state.

“On this topic... Aoki, are you sure? If you retire now, you’d have plenty of time to get ready for your entrance exams.”

“Shin, stop bringing such an ancient topic up.” Aoki rested his elbows on the back of the bench. “There’s no time for you to feel guilty. Isn’t this the practice you’ve been looking forward to for so long? You have to show them you want this more than anything. Come now, before the others show up, hold your head high.”

Dipping his head down to look at Oda, Aoki thought Ah, so we’ve become old geezers too. Every time he looked at Kuroba and Haijima, he couldn’t help but think that Oda’s skin had a healthier glow back then; is it because he had gotten skinnier... no, no, he had built up some proper muscles since then, so maybe it’s just his face that looks tired?

It had been two and a half years since then. The first time he saw this shorty was when he’d been poked in the back, Oda’s eyes glittering as he chattered away about the “super ace.” He had been unwavering in the pure, naïve belief that he’d grow and become a super ace back then.

“I’m... really blessed.” Oda said quietly with a sniffle. He wiped the corner of his eyes, and when he lifted his head he expression on his face was one of happiness, though it was mixed with faint embarrassment.

No, I think you’re pretty unfortunate. Aoki’s sure that, if he had been in Oda’s situation, he’d have given up on himself a long time ago. [...] Oda’s the type of person that, even when he’s forced to give up on his dream to become a super ace due to the unsurmountable challenge of his height, he’s still able to say he’s blessed with a straight face.

“Also, there’s one other thing I wanted to apologize for.” Oda hunched his back, clearing his throat sheepishly.

“What is it? Like I said, it’s fine.”

“I heard that you got a girlfriend, and went around on dates. I thought, ‘the team’s in a pinch and that guy had the time to play around with girls?!’ Honestly, I was really mad.”

“Pfft—” Aoki couldn’t help but laugh. When Oda looked at him in confusion, he covered his mouth with a hand and shifted his gaze away. “Don’t worry about it, there’s nothing going on.”

“You contacted the girls from the other school because you’re looking up leads for what happened with Kuroba, right? Still, even if you didn’t get a girlfriend, I think it’s only natural that you’d be popular; you’re really tall and smart after all.”

“Shin... can we just drop this?” Aoki interrupted, feeling his temples throb. He was a little angry, but... oh well, it’s fine if Oda doesn’t understand.

(2.43 S1 Epilogue part 3)

(Aoki is pining SO HARD he can be a frickin’ tree 🌲 he already has the height covered :V)

in a previous post examining the Oda/Aoki dynamic, I’ve talked about how they seem to be at cross purpose when it comes to understanding the other’s motivation—we’ve seen Oda being confused by why Aoki would devote himself to him back in Chapter 3 (it’s because he is in love with you thinks your pure drive is admirable); and now the “I’m really blessed”/‘no I think you’re unfortunate’ exchange from Aoki’s point of view shows Aoki’s blind spot. it’s not explicitly stated, but to me it’s pretty clear that Oda was talking about having the team, and more specifically about having Aoki’s support, which is what makes him blessed. Aoki, though he’s not wrong about Oda being an optimist, seems to have missed (or dismissed) what Oda was really trying to say here

all in all, both the anime and the book have shipping material for Oda/Aoki, but in slightly different ways; in the anime it’s more of a stable and straightforward dynamic (which makes it easier for the anime staff and the viewers to handle, since there’s no opportunity to devote precious run-time to an in depth exploration of their characters and dynamic), while in the book it’s a bit more complicated, where it feels like they’re on the verge of something but it’s never addressed explicitly

or, in the terms of fanfic tropes, in the anime they give off strong established couple vibes, while in the book they’re more about the pining and miscommunication

EDIT: lmao the staff sure knows their marketing huh. they really said "Dinner at the Aoki Household" huh. (I guess the implication is that Oda slept over that night? or at the very least had dinner at Aoki’s place)

honestly it's rly interesting to sketch out the dynamic i want to explore in Oda/Aoki fics, because i see them as an established couple in the anime (sir they DATIN’), while i maintain that they have not gotten together yet in the books (and won’t until after Aoki had gone off to college)

(also, just to be clear, i don't think Oda/Aoki would ever be 'canon' in the sense that it'll be officially/explicitly confirmed. i just like their dynamic and i’m having fun with it)

#2.43 #2.43 anime #2.43 seiin koukou danshi volley bu #2.43 seiin high school boys volleyball team #oda shinichiro #aoki misao #odaoki #aoda

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kat-katsuki · 3 years

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Gender Swap | Todoroki Shouto x OC

Synopsis: Idou Shun and Todoroki Shouto have been dating for a while, and on their way to school together, they were accidentally hit by a gender swap quirk that turned Todoroki into a girl and Idou into a boy.

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The whole class burst into laughter. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ashido even snorted between laughs. Only Midoriya, the sweet boy, actually took the situation seriously.

"Oh my god, how did this happen?" he asked in horror when he faced the red and white haired "girl" and caramel colored haired "boy."

"These two idiots accidentally got their genders swapped on their way to school when a villain attacked and a civilian accidentally bumped into them out of panic," Aizawa explained to the class. What was hilarious was the "boy" was wearing the girl's uniform, which clamped down tight on him, while the usually form fitting uniform was now all baggy over the "girl."

"Man this is too good!" Kirishima couldn't stop laughing.

"Picture! OMG I need to take a picture!" Kaminari snapped a picture of the two classmates of his.

"Guys, it's not funny," the "boy" whined in a girly tone. It just sounded wrong considering his voice was deep and manly.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD!" Sero started crying out of laughter. "I can't! Idou has leg hair!"

"NOT FUNNY!" the "boy" named Idou looked like he was about to cry. Then, the "girl" stepped in front of him. "Shou-chan...."

"Shun and I will change back in 24 hours, so just go about your day normally," she said.

"Todoroki-kun looks so cute! I wanna put his hair up!" Hagakure said, totally ignoring him.

Aizawa sighed. Class isn't going to get anywhere with these two in their current forms, so he said, "Todoroki, Idou, go switch your outfits."

"I'm not wearing a skirt," Todoroki said with a frown. The class, however, had stars in their eyes, desperate to see the strongest boy in class wear a skirt, even though he is in a girl's form right now.

"Shou-chan," a deep whiny voice caught Todoroki's attention. He, er....She looked over at Idou, who looked like she he was about to cry. "Please....." To be perfectly honest, Todoroki felt disgusted at the sight of a tall, muscular guy begging him in a cutesy pose like that. But considering that it's his girlfriend on the inside, he had no choice but to comply. And so, they switched outfits.

Todoroki's face was deep red when he came back to the classroom with a skirt on. Idou looked much more comfortable in pants and a form fitting shirt. The class made a few more jokes, and took some more pictures, but were then forced to sit back down and go through class. Giggles and snickers wouldn't stop, and even some teachers laughed at the situation. "I AM HER-" All Might didn't even finish his usual announcement before turning around to laugh. During break, the girls put Todoroki's hair up in pigtails, white on one side and red on the other. All Might did everything he could to resist the urge of taking a photo of him.

"Alright, class, get into your costumes and gather at training ground gamma!"

The whole class looked towards Todoroki and Idou. Iida was first to raise his hand. "All Might-sensei, what will we do about Todoroki-kun and Idou-san?" he asked.

"Hmm....why not let Idou go to the boy's locker room and Todoroki to the girls?" All Might suggested.

"NO!" all the girls shouted. Sure Todoroki has a female body now, but he's still a guy on the inside, so it wouldn't be right for him to see all the girls change. Same goes for Idou in the guys room. Remembering that, All Might patted himself on the head, and apologized for his 'carelessness.'

"Then, continue to go to the same locker room?" All Might asked again.

"YES!" Mineta shouted. He didn't care Todoroki was a guy on the inside, a girl's body is a girl's body. Not to mention Todoroki's boobs are huge!

"No!" Idou shouted. "Definitely not!" No way is she letting Mineta see her boyfriend's boobs.....

"Just go fucking change in bathroom stalls," Bakugou rolled his eyes and retorted. Sometimes people can't help but admit, Bakugou really is a genius.

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"Shou-chan," Todoroki shuddered when he heard that deep manly voice call his nickname. He looked at his girlfriend (more like boyfriend now), and finally took a good look at her up and down. His pants was too short on her. Todoroki suddenly started to feel a little insecure about this. Idou is taller than him, and more muscular, and has a deeper voice than him as a man. He didn't know how he felt about that. "Wanna eat lunch together?"

"Yeah," he answered in his soft, silky, high pitched voice. God he sounds pre-puberty. Out of habit, they locked fingers, and both found something odd. They looked down.

"It feels weird having bigger hands," Idou said. "And being taller than you." She gazed around the hall. "Wow, it really does look different from up here." Todoroki sighed. He has to admit, it looks different down here too. They continued to walk towards the cafeteria, until Idou suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Todoroki asked.

"I have to pee...." she said.

"So?" Todoroki first looked confused, then he realized the issue, and his eyes gazed down at Idou's crotch. "Oh...."

"How....?" Idou squeaked, desperate for help. Sweat poured down her face at the thought of it, and made her want to pee even more. What was originally just a small urge is now turning to an emergency as she thought about it.

"C-Calm down!" Todoroki stuttered. He needs to remain calm. "Come with me." He grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her down the hall.

When they arrived in front of the restrooms, Idou said, "I'm not going into the guy's bathroom."

"Suck it up Shun, you have to," Todoroki said, pushing the door open and dragging her in. Idou took a sharp breath when she saw the guys at the urinals, with their.....things out...... The guys all turned and stared at them, jaws dropped.

"See, they're staring at me," Idou said. "I shouldn't be in there."

"No, they're staring at me," Todoroki informed. Oh right, Idou realized. She is a boy now. And the pigtails Todoroki is the one that doesn't fit in here. "Come with me." He dragged her into a stall, and closed the door behind her. All the guys finished their businesses, zipped up their pants, and hurried out of the bathroom. They are not staying for what was happening next. Todoroki stood outside the stall, and shouted, "Unzip your pants, take it out, aim, and go."

"I can't!"

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't wanna touch it!"

Todoroki rolled his eyes, and walked into the stall. "I'll help you," he said.

"What?!"

"You don't wanna touch it right?"

"Yeah but-"

"Just unzip it!" Todoroki unzipped the pants for Idou. Outside the stall, a few boys walked into the bathroom, and when they heard the girl say 'unzip it,' they all decided to walk out and go to another bathroom. Oh god, high schoolers these days, so bold.

"Kya!" Idou squealed in her manly voice, sending goosebumps down Todoroki's spine again. He grabbed her....thing....., and pointed it at the toilet. "That feels weird!" Idou's face was as red as the left side of Todoroki's hair, and so was Todoroki's face. He seemed to just have realized that although this was a man's body he was touching, it was still his girlfriend's body. And technically, he's touching her....... Oh no don't even think about it.

"Just go!" Todoroki closed his eyes and turned away as Idou went. After all that happened, they walked out of the stall, face redder than the sunset. They didn't half to talk about it to agree to never to mention this again.

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A long day of school finally ended. Todoroki and Idou both let out a sigh of relief. It's over. Finally. Now they can go home and wait for it t-

"Shou-chan you're bleeding!" Idou exclaimed.

"What?" Todoroki looked at his arms, nothing. "Where?" Suddenly he felt something hot, sticky, and wet, slowly glide down his inner thighs. It was as if the blood in his face decided to flow downwards. His ash like complexion was silently conveying his fear. "Is that...."

"You're on your period...." Idou nodded. But how? And why? Idou suddenly remembered the panicky civilian who told them they'd experience everything the opposite gender goes through. She smacked herself in the face, letting out a groan. "This day is just getting worse."

By now, Todoroki was completely freaking out. "W-What do I do?" he asked. This time, Idou had to be the calm one.

"I-It's okay!" she said. "I have pads in my backpack!" She dragged Todoroki into the girl's bathroom, straight into a stall. "Take off your skirt." There was already a stain on the back of the skirt. Todoroki ignored the fact that he was blushing like a madman and closed his eyes, taking his skirt off, and underwear, and sat down on the seat.

"You're wearing boxers?! Who wears boxers under a skirt?" Idou exclaimed. "How am I supposed to put the pad on that?"

"I-I don't know, just do something!" Todoroki begged. Oh God, she's actually really cute when she's flustered like that, Idou thought. Then she slapped herself in the face. Shun wake up, that's your boyfriend, don't call him a she. She took a deep breath, and unwrapped the pad. She carefully placed it onto Todoroki's boxers. She folded the inside of the boxer so that the wings of the pad still wraps around it. It'll just feel weird later.

"Okay, um. The pad is on. Just w-wipe......" Idou decided to turn around and not look at her boyfriend attempting to wipe the excess blood from his.....v- Yeah let's just leave it at that.

When Todoroki and Idou got out of the stall, they were surrounded by basically all the girls from class 1-A. "What are you guys doing here?" Idou asked. Todoroki hid his face in his hands, too embarrassed to face his classmates. He must be the first man in history to experience a period. I'm gonna be so much better to Shun when she's on her period from now on, he thought.

"Oh, I was gonna say I have tampons," Ashido held a tampon up in the air.

"Pain medicine," Jirou offered.

"I have chocolate!" Uraraka said.

"Todoroki-san, are you feeling alright now? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Yaoyozoru asked.

"Yeah, if you feel any cramps just tell us okay?" Hagakure said.

"Thanks everyone, let's go back home," Idou thanked them for Todoroki. Outside the bathroom, the boys all gathered around, cracking up at Todoroki.

"Oh my God he seriously got his period!" laughed Kaminari.

"What does I feel like?" for some reason Ojiro looked seriously curious when he asked the question.

"Horrible..." Todoroki replied. His face was still red.

"No kidding, the skirt is all stained," Kirishima pointed to Todoroki's skirt.

"Heh." Idou turned to Bakugou, who just snickered at Todoroki.

"What are you laughing about Bakugou?!" she glared at him. The blonde simply smirked at shrugged. He left before Idou could say anything else to him. She then noticed the nervous look on Todoroki's face. With her large, manly manly hands, she grabbed his soft smooth ones. Damn they're so much softer than mine, she thought.

"Shou-chan, it'll be over by tomorrow," she said, trying to comfort him. He gave her a soft smile and a nod. Idou took off her, er.... Todoroki's jacket, and wrapped it around his waist, covering the stain. The rest of the class made a path for them to pass through, and the two of them walked out of school and headed home.

The next morning Idou still woke up as a boy. The previous day she explained to her mother the long story. Of course it caused quite some laughter in the household. In the morning however, it started causing concerns. According to the 24 hour rule, Idou won't be able to transform back until later on her way to school. She wore Todoroki's school uniform, and met up with him at the intersection between his neighborhood and hers. He wore her school uniform, and had his hair down. He looked just as uncomfortable as she did.

"Shou-chan!" Idou greeted him.

"Good morning Shun," Todoroki greeted her back. He held a hand out to her as usual, but the two of them were both a little reluctant to hold hands. The way his hand fit inside her's...just didn't feel right.

Both of them were nervous as they walked down the streets. Any moment now, they thought. Of course during the incident yesterday, the two weren't able to confirm exactly what time they became like this, so now they had to wait for it to happen.

"Excuse me," a girl said as she pushed through the crowd. As she squeezed by Idou, Idou lost balance, and started falling into the streets.

"Hey! Shun!" Todoroki called for her. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, but the moment his hand touched her skin, POOF!

People around them started coughing due to the sudden smoke bomb. What exactly happened? When the smoke cleared, everyone's eyes widened to see a young copper orange haired girl in an over sized boys uniform and a tall strange haired boy dressed in a skirt.......

"Leg hair," someone in the crowd muttered.

Both Todoroki and Idou's faces were beet red. "This is the worst!"

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honeyhan-123 · 5 years

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Patience is a Virtue

Summary: Steve is done being patient and decides just to take what he wants.

Warnings: This is non-con/dub-con - if you don’t like please don’t read it - dark!Steve, slight name calling, cheating and some good old sex pollen.

AN: Okay so this was written for the amazing @darkficsyouneveraskedfor #inthedarkchallenge. Congratulations again for reaching 3k followers, I’m so happy for you. Please check out some all of her work, she truly is incredible. My prompt will be in bold.

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Word Count: 2.5k

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The mission started like any other. Steve was flying the quinjet as you sat next to him, the familiar bunch of butterflies fluttering about in your stomach. It didn’t matter how many missions you went on, you were always nervous in the beginning. Normally however you were the only one of the squad who was antsy, but it didn’t escape your notice that Steve was acting a little different as well, constantly glancing at you out of the side of his eyes.

Flipping the jet over to auto pilot briefly, Steve stood up and headed towards the back before chucking his water bottle at you. ‘You should drink something, it might help you calm down. You’re even stressing me out.’

Something that felt like guilt flooded your system as you hastily drank some of the water. ‘I’m so sorry Cap, I just can’t help it. It happens every time.’

‘Trust me, I know Doll, but there’s no need to stress we’ll be in and out real quick.’ Feeling slightly reassured by his words and accompanying smile he flashed in your direction, you just focussed on drinking some more to help put you at ease as you watched the little red dot get closer and closer on the map, nearing your destination.

Steve landed the quinjet in a nearby clearing, just under a mile out from the building you were meant to search. Apparently someone had tried to hack into the Avengers computer files that morning from this place. Grabbing your gear you disembarked, switching on the heat sensor as you started trekking towards the building.

‘Are you sure Tony said the source was coming from here?’ You asked Steve as you approached the worn down pillars where a gate would have once stood, the heat sensor in your hand still not showing anything.

You thought it was kind of odd that Tony didn’t say anything directly to you, seeing as you had spent the morning cocooned in each other, but you just shrugged the thought away, it had probably happened after he had left for Washington.

‘Yeah he definitely said it was here. I know it doesn’t look like much but keep your guard up.’ Steve confirmed, passing through the gate and up the short driveway only pausing briefly to check that you were still with him before kicking the door open.

Just like you had expected it was empty, not a soul in sight as you cleared floor after floor with Steve covering your six. You only stopped moving when you had reached the top floor which seemed to be some kind of bedroom.

‘According to this the source came from here, have a look around, see if they left anything.’ You nodded, following Steve’s orders as he headed to the other side of the room searching for something.

Sweat had started dripping down your forehead, your face was flushed as you made your way towards the adjacent bathroom. Whoever had been here before had clearly cranked the heat up, far too high.

There was still no evidence that anyone else had even been there, and as you walked back to the bedroom to tell Steve you thought the mission was a bust, you found him sitting on the bedspread, unstrapping his shield from his large bicep before taking out his earpiece.

‘Uh Cap, what are you doing? Shouldn’t we be focussing on the mission?’ You remained motionless in the doorway of the bathroom as he raised himself to his full height, his large, perfect body coming closer and closer to you with every stride.

‘How are you feeling Doll?’ He asked, ignoring your confusion as he came within arm distance. ‘Not too hot?’

‘Well, I mean I feel a bit hot but I’m pretty sure it’s just nerves. Something about this doesn’t feel right though, I mean it’s obvious no one has been here for at least a week. I think we should leave.’

He let out a laugh at your reply, shaking his head. ‘But we can’t leave yet Doll, not when the fun is just about to start.’ The sinister look in Steve’s eyes held you fixed in place, terror slowly suffocating you. Something was definitely not right.

‘Steve what do you mean? What’s going on?’

He just smiled mockingly at you as you tried to pull your arm out of his unyielding grip. ‘Do you know how long this took to set up?’ He asked, running a hand through his golden locks. Finding that stuff isn’t exactly easy you know? Most of it was incinerated when we raided all those Hydra bases last year but I finally got my hands on a small little sample. Had to call in a lot of favours but at last, here we are.’

You had no idea what on earth he was talking about but you were starting to become genuinely concerned about what was going on.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted you for? How often I’ve thought about fucking your sweet wet cunt as I came in my hand. Even while I was with other women it was always you. You invaded my mind took a hold of me and I tried waiting, being a good guy, hoping that you would eventually notice how much better I am for you than he is. But you never fucking did and I’m done being patient.’

As Steve spoke you could feel yourself really starting to panic now, on the verge of hyperventilating as your skin continued to heat up, pain erupting in your abdomen.

‘What are you doing Steve? What have you done to me?’ You managed to rasp out between deep breaths, the room swimming behind your eyes.

Steve just laughed at your fear, stepping even closer as he wrapped an arm you. ‘I see it’s already starting to take effect. Come here and I’ll help you deal with the pain.’

You knew that you shouldn't but feeling his arm around you had alleviated some of the agnony so you stepped even closer, pushing you front against him. A moan escaped your lips as the relief came just from being so close to him but you wanted more. You wanted him, you thought with a start as you realised just how damp your panties were becoming underneath your combat suit.

‘You want me don’t you? Don’t bother trying to deny it, I can smell it on you.’ Shame filled you as you knew he was telling the truth, what with his super senses there was no way he couldn’t smell the traces of your liquid arousal.

But still you resisted, trying to twist out of his embrace, thinking of Tony, the love of your life. ‘No, Steve, we can’t. It’s not right.’

He paid your refusal no attention as his steel grip tightened even further, his fingers bruising your hips even through the padding of your combat suit. ‘Oh Sweetheart, it’ll be so much easier if you just stop resisting and accept it. This is going to happen whether or not you admit you want it.’

With that he started pulling the zip at your back down, forcing your arms out of the material until it was pooled at your waist, exposing the bra you wore underneath. It wasn’t anything special, just a basic black sports bra yet the way Steve was devouring it only added to the ache between your thighs as he pulled it up, over your head and pushed your suit down, stooping to free you from your boots.

He paused, stepping back to observe you, standing in front of him, more perfect than he could ever have imagined. He could really smell your arousal now with just the scrap of lace covering your heat as he watched your pert nipples moving slightly as you breathed deeply. He wanted this image in his mind for all eternity, you desperate, yearning for him, for the relief only he could give you. Waiting had been worth it.

Steve wasted no time in freeing himself from his restricting uniform as you stood there, your need clear in your eyes as you caught sight of his perfect chest and the sharp v that lead down to his little happy tail. You knew it was wrong, that you had a boyfriend but the voice telling you to lick that trail of hair was far too overpowering. You needed him. You needed him now.

Once he was out of his uniform he was on you, touching, feeling, kissing, every inch of skin that he could. His mouth met yours, teeth clashing in his desperation to taste you, shoving his tongue inside your lips as he lead you back towards the bed, shedding his boxers in the process and ripping the lace covering your modesty.

You back bounced against the soft pillows at he threw you down, climbing on top of you as a hunter does their prey. Hip lips met your skin again, starting down at your ankles, making a tantalizing slow ascent up your leg as you writhed underneath him, pure unadulterated want flowing through your veins.

When he finally reached his destination, your pussy was sopping with your juices, shining even in the dim light of the bedroom. ‘Steve please… I need you.’ You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to push him down on your cunt but he pulled away, far stronger than you and smacking your inner thigh.

‘Oh no Sweetheart, you don’t get to make the demands around here. And you will call me Captain.’ You clenched at the authoritative tone he used and he gave you no warning before pushing a finger in your tight wet heat while his mouth descended again, attaching itself to your clit.

His fingers curled inside of you, providing some relief from the ache you had been feeling but not enough as he searched for your g-spot while his tongue flicked over your clit mercilessly. You wanted him, his cock buried inside of you.

When you let out an inhumane moan he knew he had found it and being the perfect marksman, hit it with every thrust of his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Captain, yes! Right there. Oh God Captain.’ You were a mewling mess as he pleased you, finally coming apart with one last flick of his tongue.

He finished lapping up your juices and sat up on his haunches, teasingly raising his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them as he watched you, coming down from your high. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re just too tasty. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My god, how Tony ever leaves your side I have no fucking idea. When you’re mine I’m going to chain you to my bed.’

He lent back down, his lips covering yours and you could taste the slight remnants of yourself on his lips. You felt him prod at your entrance as you raised your hips, coating him in your slik as he moaned above you before thrusting into you feeling a little resistance despite your desperation. He was much larger than Tony and oh god did it feel good.

He started thrusting, not quite giving you enough time to adjust but you liked the pain it caused. It grounded you, telling you that this was real and as wrong as you knew it was, it just felt so right.

Once again finding your sweet spot, Steve started picking up his pace, his skin slapping yours as he delved deeper and deeper into you. ‘You feel so good, so tight baby, the way you take my cock; god it feels so good.’

He fucked you relentlessly into the mattress as your hands ran down his back, fingernails leaving little red scars as you clung to him, pulling his body closer chasing the new sensation building within yourself.

The speed and strength at which he snapped his hips into yours had you turning into a mewling mess as he continued growling in your ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

‘Come on baby. I know your close, cum for your Captain.’

The friction of his pelvis against your clit had you coming undone underneath him, fingernails drawing blood as your cried out. ‘Captain yes oh god yes.’

Not even bothering to give you time to calm down, he pulled and flipped you around, forcing you onto your hands and knees as he rentered you, getting even deeper in this new position. His hands gripped your already bruising hips as he pummeled into you, abusing your hole as he saw fit.

One hand escaped and trailed around your stomach to your clit, rubbing your over sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers. ‘Tell me Sweetheart, does he fuck you like this? Does he know how badly you need to be controlled? How you crave it?’

You knew that you would be betraying Tony if you said no but it was the truth. He never fucked you like this, with such pure passion. You two always made love which was nice but sometimes you needed to be treated like a dirty little slut and Steve was showing you just how well he knew the real you, the version you kept hidden from everyone.

You felt his hand smack your ass, pushing you forward, your face shoved into the pillows. ‘You will answer when your Captain asks you a question.’

Shaking your head in a frenzy you replied that Tony didn’t, he never touched you like this.

Steve was clearly happy at your confirmation and continued toying with your clit, pulling you closer and closer to the edge, his hips slightly stuttering and you knew he was as close as you were.

As if sensing your impending release, he smacked you again, ‘you can’t cum. Not yet.’

A whimper fell through your lips at his denial of your pleasure, the wave slowly rising in you as you tried to hold back, tried to be a good girl, but it was becoming increasingly harder as he continued pumping into you, his fingers matching the pace his hips set.

‘Please Captain, I n-need to cum. Please!’ You practically screamed as he shoved you down, lying you flat, the silk sheets replacing his hand at your clit.

‘Okay baby, now. Cum now.’ His tone alone could have had you cumming and you could faintly feel his own release coating your insides as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

Remaining inside you, he gently rolled you over on your side, his arms wrapping around you, squeezing the buds of your nipples and you could feel as he started to get hard again. His tongue licked a path from your shoulder to the base of your ear, tasting the sweat that covered your skin, a sound of contentment escaping his lips.

‘You’re my dirty little girl aren’t you?’

He didn’t even need to prompt you for a response as the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

‘Yes Captain.’

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ravenempress101 · 4 years

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Veronica lodge X Sweet Pea X Bret *Requested Imagine* Words: 3.1k

i really had fun with this one thank you for requesting me to write it and i knew it took so long but its worth the wait and sweetheart definitely enjoy and Sweet pea is always daddy!

warnings: cockwarming,daddy kink, all kinks, Ruthless sweet pea,hickie,kissing,hissing

Veronica hit her high note as the Riverdale town whistled and stood up from their chairs. A fist or two were in the air of the audience. The crowd cheered at Veronica’s song that she bellowed. Veronica took a bow in front of the crowd and made her way off the stage. When she made her way to the main floor Betty took at her side as they walked to the bar.

“That was amazing v”

“Thank you Betty, I just hope that everyone bought the rum for tonight I need the speak easy”

“ I know v and everyone looks like there relax to so definitely profit will be coming in”

Veronica and Betty smiled at one another and high five. She was anxious about the debt that was piling up from her past dues. After they had there drinks amongst each other. Betty and Veronica got interrupted by a lazily cough.

“Hey Veronica”

A brown haired blue eyed gentlemen came close to Veronica’s ear. As Betty saw the familiar men her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth escaped with a frustrated breathe. Simultaneously as Betty whispered in her other ear.

“Oh look the stone wall but brain dropped in”

Bret overheard the insult. He scanned the place as a smile creeped on his face. His hand made its way toward his tie teasing it.

“ oh Betty go find your hard headed boyfriend”

Betty took a few steps to Bret as he was unfazed by her demeanor. She was staring at him up and down. A furrowed eyebrows and her face beat red. It took all her strength not to punch the idiot.

“At least I don’t try to murder my friends”

“Your ponytail hair fre…”

As Bret got closer with every step and every word that he said Veronica ran in between Betty and Bret. Holding her hands up she turned to Bret and gave him the benefit of doubt.

“Look stop it Bret, talk to you after please go”

“Thank you Veronica”

In the process of Bret bowed his head at Veronica and got his hand middle finger shot up in Betty’s face. Betty went wide and her jaw dropped to the floor. It took so much might not to drag Bret up and down on the floor of Veronica’s club.

Once Bret walked away. Betty looked at Veronica in amazement and claimed to her.

“V I don’t know why you wasting your time with that”

“I’m going to give him a chance to speak after everything that happen alright”

“Ahhh Alright”

Betty embracing Veronica in a small hug. Veronica patted her on the shoulder and proceeded to walk in the dimly lit hallway that Bret stood in.

“You got some nerve coming up here”

Veronica with clenched teeth as she stormed toward him. He held out his hands in defense from what he caused. Then Bret took a few steps toward Veronica enclosing her in the corner of the club and placed his hands on both side of her. He trailed his gazed up her chubby thighs and petite torso. Her features called him in. As he felt the lust that took over his words

“The only nerve I got is I want to sleep with you”

Veronica went cold. As sweat appeared on her forehead. She started to blink rapidly at his forceful statement. Trying to find the words. A phrase summon.

“Bret you are out of your mind and your masculinity hormones are way out of line”

Veronica collided in Bret’s frame. Pushing him back a lift from the impact. He captured Veronica’s wide torso and brought her close to him. As Bret glanced from one eye to the other he reassured her.

“Come on, and you know I’m tispy and we can just have our fun”

“No bret leave right now”

She struggles in Bret’s strong grip. His grip becoming tighter and tighter as she punches his chest. He pushes her back against the wall. The impact made her head spin. While he came closer to her, placing his hips near her covered area. Started grinding his pre hard on. Veronica felt it grow and she took her leg trying to knee Bret. Capturing her thigh before her move he forced her legs apart. Granting him more access to her panties. Dry humping her even harder.

“Come on pussy cat purr and I swear I’ll make this one a quickie for you”

Bret placing his hand on her kitten ears from her performance as his lips connected with her neck. Veronica was trapped in his hold. All the squirming was at a minimum. She needed to get away. As Bret held her down. He snaked his slender fingers in between the fold of her lace and slip his finger inside. As he was about to pull them to the side.

“No leave me alone…”

Veronica cried from her soul. Veronica heard booming noises from the hallway that Bret and her were in. At the moment she saw the body appeared from the shadows her face lit up.

A porcelain raven haired man with a serpent tattoo on his neck ran toward Bret and Veronica. He started to threaten Bret.

“Hey stonewall crap get off her now”

Sweet pea took a few steps at the two of them. As sweet pea waited for Bret to follow his command he cracked his ring knuckles.

“Oh look a serpent wants to watch”

Bret let Veronica down from his grasp. Finding his hand in her hair. Capturing a piece and twirling it around his rough finger. Veronica captures the piece of hair back from Bret. Sweet pea furrowed his eyebrow and stepped closer to Bret

“The only thing I’m watching is you getting your ass kicked”

Bret balled his hand into a fist. Swinging his weapon toward sweet pea. He captured Bret’s fist in his hand and proceeded to scrunch his hand and his ring fist collided with Bret’s cheek. He loses consciousness and Bret's body gives out him sliding down the wall. A big red bruise was forming from the impact.

“Oh my god SP”

He held out his free hand and she grasped it. He helped her over Bret’s cold body. Sweet pea shaking his hand that he smack Bret with.

“Couldn’t let him get away Veronica”

“I could see that and thank you he’s been on my case forever ”

“Really why didn’t you say anything I hate little sissy’s like him”

Sweet pea scanning over an unconscious Bret. Just when sweet pea conjured up his saliva. He puckered his lips and a spit made its way onto the floor next to him. Sweet pea was ruthless when it came to fighting that’s why he went on so many missions for the serpents. Veronica nodded and scanned sweet pea up and down while teasing her painted fingers.

“Didn’t want to cause blood to be drawn but I guess it did”

“Well he won’t be touching anybody soon”

“About touching SP, you wanna go an talk somewhere more comfortable”

“Yea I was going to go to the Whyte Wyrm but they’ll be alright”

As Veronica and sweet pea were shoulder to shoulder strutting out the speak easy. Veronica grinned at the heroic act that had taken place by sweet pea.

Meanwhile,

“i really need someone to comfort me after that pea”

Veronica claimed as her body shuddered from the experience that it couldn't have gone worse.sweet pea smiled creeped on his face by his nickname. As sweet pea squinted at Veronica at the unusual behavior.

“Aye you never called me that only ass hat”

“I know sweet pea and I’m sorry”

“Don’t need to be I’m always here”

During the time, sweet pea starred Veronica his gazed started to trail to her features. Getting loss in her lustful features. Veronica sat on his bed her hand made its way toward her neck scanning everywhere but her eyes adjusted to sweet pea and his dark jeans that had a big lump in front of them. Veronica has her bottom lip in between her teeth and a heat that was scorching and Raging for the gangsta.

Sweet pea jumps on Veronica placing his lips roughly on hers. While Veronica kisses back and melted into the dominance he carried. Sweet pea tossed her back to the bed as he devoured her lips. Veronica lips become red and swollen. She pulled back from sweet pea and quietly moaned.

“Daddy please don’t stop I need you”

“That’s my princess”

Sweet pea guiding his hand under her chin as he placed his heart shapes on her lips, his thumb made its way in her mouth as she slightly sucked it while staring at her fragile eyes toward him. As he kissed roughly. He took his teeth and seized her bottom lip. He pulled it with him.veronica groaned out.

“Daddy I want all of you in me”

“Babygirl you will be taken care of”

As sweet pea trailed rough wet kisses down the middle of her breasts. He captured her torso and pulled Veronica close to him. Her covered body exposed to him. Sweet pea takes the strap of her ruby dress and tears it with one swift motion. Then he proceeded to rip it off of her in pieces. Sweet pea makes his way toward the him of his shirt and tossed it over his body. Along with his pants unbuckled tossing them to the side and the pants making there way on the tv.

Sweet pea made way with his hand on Veronica’s ass slapping it hard. Her mouth escaped with a squeal from the impact sweet pea placed.

Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets especially this pretty body of yours darling” as his slender finger traced over her breast nipple and down her soft chubby stomach. He started to place a peck on her stomach. Making its way down to your covered heat. Veronica met his eyes with his dark chocolate ones as she nodded toward his command.

“Yess sir”

Sweet pea placing his slender finger in the fold of her thong. He placed a rough kiss on her bud. As he came up for air he conjured up saliva and spat on her pussy. Veronica's mouth hunger opens as he made her extra wet and tongued and kissed her roughly. Sweet pea traced hard figure 8’s on her pussy. Veronica’s soft hands made its way in his dark chocolate locks. Tossing her head back and arching her back at the roughness sweet pea brought to her. Making his tongue go in and out of her. Veronica enclosing her legs together. Sweet pea captured her ankle stopping her in mid movement forcing her legs open. Veronica squirmed from sweet pea’s rough eating. She could feel her high crash on her body at sweet pea forming the alphabet on her. Sweet pea had Veronica sprung from all the impacts he was following through.

SP took his teeth and placed her wet bud in between them teasing it. Veronica felt the prick on her pussy and it radiated toward her body and then her moans painted the wall as she spilled in sweet pea’s mouth. He wiggles his rough tongue up and down her pussy cleaning her up tasting every drop she spilled on him.

While sweet pea was done eating one of Her orgasms he ripped the fabric off from her area. As he placed his fingers around the boxers hem forcing them off they pooled at his feet. He crawled onto Veronica and latched his lips roughly on her right breast. A bite on her nipple as it hardens in his mouth. He ran his hand up and down his shaft coating it in his pre cum.

“Veronica your all mine, not Brett no one only mine”

Then as he claimed her for his own a blue flesh womb appeared on her skin SP plunged his length inside her. A jolt performed on her body as a scream left her mouth. SP going out of her and plugging right back in roughly. Sweet pea not letting her adjust to his 9 inches. He was splitting her open with his petite thrusts that were harder for her to endure.

“You feel Daddy in you babygirl? How I feel sweetheart”

“Use me”

Veronica screamed as sweet pea accelerated in her. His panther thrusts, her body breaking into sweat. Her brown eyes shutting from the hard thrusting. As Veronica’s soft arms were on sweet pea’s back. She scooted back from sweet pea from his ruthless thrusting inside her but sweet pea captured her torso and retracted her back toward him and curved inside her and went deeper than before rapidly plunging in her g-spot. Veronica kept her legs open from the pain that was overtaken by pleasure. Her mouth hung open a few muffled moans spilling out her mouth.

“Yes Princess, I’m going to make you scream”

As sweet pea thrusting straight in her, hitting her cervix. Veronica’s body shook the bed of his trailer. Then sweet pea captured Veronica’s chestnut hair in his rough palms and yanked it up making her scream and jump on his torso. Then he placed his hand around his shaft and brought Veronica to sink down on him. Being filled she shutters as he slams up inside her. Veronica grips the sheets as sweet pea thrusts down and up. Him Raming into Veronica he grips her thick hips.

“Just begging to be used sweetheart, look at you roni just a moaning mess”

As he pushed her back down and he on top Sweet pea guided his hand on his headboard giving him more leverage to dig in her. Veronica squeaks from every hit on her. As Veronica feeling her euphoric spirit march in. Sweet pea performing his panther structure on her. Plunging in her a few more times. Veronica letting out a high pitch scream as the bed shook.

“AHHHHHH DADDY IM COMING”

She clinched around his head and Veronica spilled on SP head. Feeling her warmth spill on him sweet pea kept his pace in her. Sweet pea riding at her oragasm. Veronica screams felt like eternity as her ecstasy wave crashed in once more. He feels Veronica juices and booms a “fuck princess” and squirts his white substance inside of her. SP started slowly accelerating coming from his high. When he came down from his high Coming to a complete stop he stayed in Veronica making her extra sensitive after her release

“Sweet pea I’m so sensitive and your so big ugh”

“Mhmm I’m going to stay in you feeling so good baby and no making a sound understand”

Meanwhile sweet pea trailed his calloused thumb over Veronica heartshappes. As she tried to protest under him. His head was warm and silky inside her.

“But sweet…

“Nuh uh what’s my name”

Sweet pea boomed as he made his dick twitch in her. Veronica felt the pulsing and her sensitivity drove her to the edge. Her nipples flaring up from the surface as she slightly moaned but coughed to cover it.

“Daddy”

Sweet pea captured her neck in between his ringed thumb and index finger enclosing them together and twitching a few more times in her. His dominance took over as he heard her struggled moan as the command he made toward her failed.

“What was that I thought I heard the pleasure in your voice”

“No sir I said your name is daddy”

Her choking back from sweet pea he relaxed his rough palm on her neck. A seductive smile made it’s way upon his mean demeanor.he was a devil undisguised of Veronica angelic pleasure. Showing his dominance that made statements in riverdale as everything of sweet pea was true.

“Yes that’s right babygirl”

“Daddy please I need to moan my release I want to praise you with my sound”

Sweet pea torture on Veronica was exhilarating. The sweat Veronica conjured on her body cooled her off for her next oragasm that sweet pea forcing out of her.as sweet pea made his way up toward her ear. Veronica gasp at the movement attached to him.

“Come on babygirl let me hear you”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I can feel myself going to cum again daddy ooohhh”

She Wined and cried at the oragasm that spilled on his hard dick. Her brained prickled as her body came down from the loveable high and her body going limp. Her chest rising and falling at a fast speed. Sweet pea pulled out of her and releasing the remaining cum he had on her stomach with breathless moans.

“That was fun babygirl”

“Mhmm didn’t know I could fall in love with such a ruthless fun you are”

Sweet pea brown eye winked at Veronica as a smile creeped up on her face as they laid up in sweet pea’s trailer for the remaining of the night.

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dragonquesttbh · 5 years

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Perfect Aim

For @nedrynwrites and @omgitsaddyc !! (no spoilers)

7. Trying to remember how that inside joke got started

Sylv swiped at the enemy with his sword, narrowly missing his target by a hair's breadth.

"Ooh, somebody needs to work on their aim," Erik cooed, elbowing El's ribs with a smirk.

El snorted, bringing a palm to his face. He tried to steady the trembling hand grasping his sword, failing miserably when he spluttered and it shook wildly. His eyes met Erik's mischievous gaze again and he dropped his sword, slapping a palm to his knee as he shook with laughter.

Erik watched on fondly as the Luminary of Legends was reduced to a giggling teenager, unable to hide his wide grin splitting up his face. That was exactly how El should be, Erik reckoned, a happy kid enjoying his adolescence. Something he'd been much more able to enjoy when it was just the two of them, fumbling about in their tent, their home, and finding eachother under the stars.

Something abruptly taken from them as soon as the twins arrived. All they had now were these precious, rare moments... Or the occasional handjob in the stream.

Erik felt his chest swell with pride as El's face creased as another wave of giggles overtook him.

His mouth went dry.

He thought of other times that he'd caused El's face to screw up like that, losing himself to images of sending his partner over the edge and–

An animal hunger took over.

He battled the urge to grab a handful of that soft hair and crush their mouths together, slide his hands up his duster, mark a possessive trail across his neck and, and–

He barely registered the sabrecat swing at him.

A burst of flames.

He jumped and glanced towards the source of the fire.

"You IDIOTS! You could have got yourselves KILLED!" Veronica cried, sharp elbows pointing outwards as she shoved her hands to her hips. She stared at him with piercing eyes, fire on the tip of her tongue.

Erik shrugged and cast a casual look over at El, who was panting for breath, face pink with laughter. He caught Erik's eye then sniggered uncontrollably, tumbling back onto the soft grass as he cackled.

Veronica stormed over to him, jabbing an accusatory finger towards his chest. "And what exactly is so funny, young man?!"

El glanced back up at Erik and snorted loudly.

Veronica growled and stared back up at Erik.

Erik held his palms up in surrender. "Sheesh! Don't look at me like that! S'not my fault I'm so darn hilarious."

"Hm! Well, save your hilarious jokes until after battle next time. Unless, of course, you want the Luminary to die because of your idiocy!"

Erik's chest tightened unbearably. He clawed the back of his hair as he looked to the ground.

He hated that she was right.

He'd failed in his Luminary protecting duties. It was selfish to distract him during battle just to earn one of his winning smiles.

Without El he was nothing, a shadow without light. A broken half.

And, well, Erdrea would be doomed.

"Veronica!" Serena squealed excitedly, crouching in the undergrowth. "Oh look! Aren't these violets awfully similar to the ones growing in Arboria?"

"Coming, Serena." Veronica scowled and pointed a V-sign at her eyes then the two messy boys in front of her.

El bit his lip as he tried to withhold another snigger, palm shielding his face.

Sylv sheathed his sword and narrowed his eyes at Erik. "I need to work on my aim..?" he said sceptically.

"Oh, um, yeah coz one time..." Erik furrowed his brow and reached out his palms to El, who gratefully took them and hauled himself up. His heart fluttered as El's hands fell from his grip.

Erik's eyes flitted down as El stretched his arms above his head, sneaking a appreciative glance at what little he could see through El's duster. He laughed, holding a hand to his mouth as he noticed large clumps of grass seed stuck to his behind.

"Oh, babe, you got a little..." Erik tutted and dropped to his knees.

El's legs trembled as Erik knelt behind him and tugged a clump of seeds out from the fabric, fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.

Sylv chuckled and tapped his foot against the ground. "I'm waiting."

Erik hummed thoughtfully, pulling out another particularly stubborn grass seed. "Oh, coz... We were fightin' monsters, or somethin'?" He lifted his head to look up at El's face. "Wait, you remember how this started?"

El looked back at Erik's knelt figure and shook his head quickly, suspiciously quickly, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. He swiftly averted his gaze, eyes darting to the floor.

Erik stroked him over the fabric, searching for further grass seeds, then gave him a stealthy pinch– just out of Sylv's eyeline.

A muffled squeal.

Erik grinned evilly, then stood up and brushed grass off his knees. He shrugged in Sylv's direction. "I dunno... it's just somethin' we say when one of us misses in battle. Not really sure how it started, I guess it's some kinda tradition."

"Yeah, t-tradition!" El piped up, blush somehow deepening even further.

Sylv rolled his eyes affectionately. "Okay, sweetie, if you say so. Just try not to distract eachother so much in the next battle, mm-kay?"

Erik put a hand to his hip. "Uh, well tell that to silky locks over there with his distracting hair blowing in the–" His gaze darted between them. "I mean, c-coz you've got such a stupid haircut."

El gave him a playful shove. "Shuddup. You love my hair."

I love you, I love you–

Erik pushed him back. "Uh, in your dreams, bowlcut boy!"

Sylv hummed and pressed a finger to his lips. "I think I'll leave you two to it."

Before Erik could protest, Sylv was skipping towards Serena, who was now proudly clutching a small bunch of violets.

El plucked a daisy from the ground and tucked it behind Erik's ear. "I felt that, y'know. Very naughty." He flashed Erik what could only be described as a scheming little shit grin, then ran over to the others.

Erik growled, gathering all the restraint in Erdrea to stop himself from shoving El down into the wildflowers and smacking him into oblivion.

...

Erik stared into the white hot centre of the campfire, an entirely different heat consuming him– one hotter than any flame.

He groaned and forced his eyes shut, fighting every impulse in his body to run over to El and drag him away– to the nearest field, hill, beach, he didn't care. He just needed to feel his touch, his kisses, his whispered comforts.

El's skin on his.

Something still not possible while surrounded by their painfully oblivious friends.

He kicked at an offending stone.

There was a scuffle to his left.

"You okay?" Jade asked quietly, crossing her legs next to him.

Erik nodded weakly, tilting his head towards her. His gaze remained downcast, resting just below her chin, unable to meet hers in case his eyes betrayed him.

"I can see where your eyes are going, you know?" Jade prodded, punching his arm lightly.

Erik jolted. It was then, he realised, to his horror, just where his eyes had been sitting on Jade's halter neck. The memory of the Octagonia arena stung across his face, old bruises re-emerging. He really didn't want to receive another pounding like that.

He frantically waved his hands in front of his face and leant away from her. "No, no, no! I wasn't eyein' you up or nothin'... Swear! Uh, not that I'm sayin' that you're not pretty, uh, you are, you're smokin', b-but I'm not into tits... Or women! Heh." He held his hands in front of his face and winced, eyes tightly shut.

"Finally, he admits it!" Veronica announced, honouring him with a slow clap.

Erik peeked through his fingers, noticing Jade chuckling gently, evidently amused by his outburst.

"Don't stress, honey. We're all very proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to share that with us–"

Erik groaned and hid his face in his hands, blocking out the rest of Sylv's congratulatory speech.

Jade laughed and thumped his back with a fist. "I didn't mean me, you idiot," she whispered, "I meant that."

She nodded towards El– bent over the forge, stripped of his duster, turtleneck sticking to his sweat slick muscles, face tightly screwed up in concentration–

Erik huffed out a nervous laugh and frantically scratched at the back of his head, flickering his gaze to the ground.

Then it hit him like a club to the head. Of course.

He leapt to his feet. "Hey, EL! El, El, El! I remember!" he yelled, grinning wildly.

El pushed himself to his feet, brushing soot from his knees. The forge hammer remained clasped in his right hand. "Remembered what, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. How their relationship had escaped these idiots still baffled him.

"The thing! The thingy thing!" Erik ran an ecstatic hand through his hair, pulse racing. "We were in the Kingsparrow, you had me over the altar, and you couldn't find my spot so I said– Oh!" He jumped back and held a hand over his mouth.

All those sleepless nights pressed up against El had really taken their toll.

El let out a muffled cry as the hammer came crashing down on his foot.

"The Kingsparrow? Isn't that some nasty ass ancient tomb?" Sylv poked, failing to suppress a giggle.

Jade wolf whistled, the sound interrupted by her own laugh.

Erik was sure there were some other noises, ones his brain couldn't process as he was overcome with a crippling embarrassment.

He pulled an arm over his face, screwing his eyes shut. "Don't look at me..."

Veronica snorted loudly.

Erik's knees quivered, one embarrassing thought away from buckling right from underneath him.

He gasped as strong arms wrapped around him, soothing lips finding his forehead. His tremors calmed against El's firm, but gentle grip, sword calloused fingertips grazing his scalp. Erik melted into him, allowing El to hold him up as his legs turned to jelly.

El brushed his lips against Erik's cheek. "I'm glad you blurted that out, my love, because that means now we can do this." He hoisted him up by his hips and brought Erik's head down to his, mouths clashing messily with repressed want... need.

Erik wrapped his legs around El's waist and held their lips together, relishing the feel of El's hands on his hips, holding him. "You're not mad at me?" he whispered, voice coming out as a small whimper.

El's mouth pulled down at the corners. "I could never be mad at my perfect, gorgeous thief. In fact, I'm very, very happy with him."

El tossed him up in his arms and Erik giggled and squirmed, clinging onto his neck for dear life despite knowing El would never drop him. El cradled him in his arms then sank to the floor, planting sloppy kisses all over his neck.

Erik sighed and leant into his touch.

"Hi everyone, this is my boyfriend Erik, and we once had terrible sex in an ancient tomb. But I still love him all the same." He kissed the side of Erik's face.

Rab chuckled heartily and slapped his knee. "Och! That's my grandson!"

Sylv and Jade exchanged an enthusiastic high five.

"Congratulations!" Serena said sunnily, voice brimming with glee.

Erik pouted and puffed his cheeks out. "Ugh, gay."

El kissed the corner of his mouth. "I hate to break it to you, but you're gay, sweet pea."

"Oh, so you're using vegetable names for me now, huh?" Erik said grouchily, trying to hide his grin.

"It's a flower, my love. But I can call you veggie names too... Like pumpkin. My sweet little funny coloured pumpkin." He giggled and pressed their cheeks together.

Sylv clasped his hands together. "Well, aren't you gonna say it back, sweetie? Tell your country boy how lovey dovey you are over him?"

Erik scrunched his nose, sticking his lower lip out even further. "Nope. Not unless I want my dick sucked."

El scoffed and prodded his cheek. "What a rude, grumpy pumpkin!"

Erik grinned and cast him a sly glance. "Mm, okay, maybe I do want–" He shifted to straddle El's lap, grasping his chin and planting greedy kisses all over his face. "I love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love..."

El giggled and squashed Erik's cheeks between his palms. "Stop it. Stop being so naughty."

"Make me."

And El did, grasping a handful of blue and pulling Erik's lips to his. Erik sighed into his mouth, feeling the warm caress of El's hands on his back.

Veronica leant forward on her log. "So you're saying, this entire time you've been together?"

"Yup," Erik said smugly, resting his head on El's shoulder and curling into his loving embrace.

His. His Luminary.

"Well, you better not have done anything in our tent," she muttered, lip curling.

Erik bit back a snigger and glanced up at his partner. "Well there was this one time where we did but somebody made a mess everywhere and I ended up going down to the river in the middle of the night to wash–"

El swiftly tugged Erik's hood up over his face, grasping his cheeks through the fabric. "Shush, naughty pumpkin, that's enough spilling for one day."

Erik giggled and took El's hand in his. "And that's exactly what I said when you–"

#stupit #you can pinpoint the exact moment El kisses him again to shut him up #silly messy boys #Veronica definitely makes retching noises at some point #Rab is proud that his grandson is boinking ancient tombs #dragon quest xi #Luminerik #asks #oh & take a shot everytime El calls him naughty

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wrongeddeadthenevermourned · 4 years

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Abominations Don’t Have Friends.

He could see the brown of the wood floor, followed by another fade to black before just as quickly the vision of the wooden floor of his family home had returned, it almost seemed as if it were a painting, more than the familiar wood floor he had grown to know. Like it had been smeared on, blurry, rather than clear or real. Again, his vision faded to black. All he could hear for a the longest time was the ringing in his ears, but beneath that, there was whispering. Someone, no, not someone. His parents? Josette? All three? He could hear them talking toward one another. Josette had sounded a bit whiny. The side of his head that had been against the wooden floor had felt odd, a dull sting pulsing out over it...there was a strange, wet warmth stretching around the side of his face. Then his mind faded back to black, everything he could see following the same. But again he was pulled back to reality as the whispering continued, another woman's voice, outside of Josette's, asked if someone was dead. Twitching, as if on cue, Kai attempted to move.

Pushing his right hand out he focused on just moving. Picking his head up from off the floor just an inch or so before dropping back down. Joshua spoke then, telling the other two voice that whoever they were talking about was breathing. Closing his eyes again, the darkness remained longer, this time. But he could still hear the voices, Joshua's had almost seemed disappointed by the fact that whoever they were talking about was still alive. Kai could have grinned, knowing they were talking about him, then. Then nothing but darkness and silence followed. Maybe for the longest time, though if he thought back some time later he could have sworn he remembered a visit to the hospital. His left arm being wrapped up since it had been broken. The side of his head being stitched since it had been split open. It all had come to him in a blurred, slowly falling apart memory. By the time he was able to keep himself stable enough to be present instead of fading into the background of his own head, Kai was watching something on tv. Joey had been chatting away to him.

It had appeared, to him at least, that he had been being given something for his head. Blinking, he looked toward the cartoon that was currently on tv, watching ThunderCat's. Blinking as Mumm-Ra was talking, he stares at the villain's insignia. It was Cobra's. At least he had thought so. Either way, it had reminded him of another favorite of his, The Karate Kid. Blinking, Kai swallowed, before turning his head and looking toward his brother who was still chatting before noticing then that Kai was staring at him and a small 'oh', left him before he shut up again. Kai watched till the episode had ended before standing and moving to leave the room. At least he was able to watch the rest of it without his younger brothers mindless chattering. Entering the kitchen he moved toward the fridge. Opening it he looked around for something to drink, soon taking out a soda, though paused and quickly put it back quickly. He wasn't feeling in the mood to drink soda. Moving then he went to where his father had kept the alcohol, then.

The then fourteen year old proceed to make himself an Adios Motherfucker, which had been the color of one of his favorite colors. As he finished making that drink he scrunched his nose. He hadn't been very interested in drinking such things, before. But he had suddenly just gotten a craving it seemed. Taking another drink he smacked his lips before nodding, he liked it, he supposed. Still, most of him didn't care about it but why should he have waited to drink when he was destined to die at twenty two. He knew that, he had to accept that. But mostly he knew he should enjoy life while he still had one of his own. Pulling away then he carried the drink back into the kitchen and started taking out things for him to make for a meal, so he could eat. Taking out some salmon he de-thawed it in the warm water he had filled the sink with. Using one arm made things a bit slower for him but he was still determined to get something to eat. Kai had no interest in waiting for his mother, or anyone else to make something. Nor did he wish to make anything for anyone else.

When his water began to boil he poured some noodles into it. Letting those soften, Kai moved to take his salmon out and cut off one end before slipping the salmon out of the packet. Leaving the salmon out on the plastic he moved to look for a knife. Searching for one he needed before hearing Joey ask if he was making them food "You want something to eat, Joey? Hm?" Kai then asked, grinning at his little brother as he opened up another drawer and reached into it. Joey nodded, smiling cutely at him before saying that yes, he was hungry and didn't know when anyone else would be returning home " So it's just been me and you, huh?" Joey shook his head saying that their other three siblings were just off playing outside "Oh. Huh." Kai looked back toward the drawer and took out a knife, pointing it toward his little brother "And so they just left you here, huh. With me, t-t-t." Kai shook his head, seeing his brother flinch back then, as Kai have moved closer to the young boy. Joey then said that their mother asked for Joey to keep an eye on Kai.

Kai blinked " Is that right, you, little Joey, going to keep an eye on me?" Kai glared a bit toward the younger boy who had smile and nodded, saying he was being very responsible, but frowned suddenly realizing that he had forgotten something. Then asked Kai if his head had still been hurting, because they had pain killers for him. Kai pointed the knife into Joey's face then, the tip soon sliding along the other boys flesh " Why don't you take those pills, Joey." The teen muttered before turning away then, realizing he had scared the other a little more than he wanted to...he...didn't want to. Did he? Blinking, he went back to his salmon and Joey turned, running away from him. Gulping, Kai swallowed down the thick feeling in his throat, forcing himself to become numb to it. A good way to get over it, he had found was to focus on chopping up the salmon for his meal. Some time later his dinner was finished. Setting it at the empty dinner table, in his usual spot he moved to take his eat, sticking a fork in the bowl of smoked salmon carbonara with lemon and dill.

As he was enjoying this delicious meal, of which he was kind of proud of having made, all by himself, and having it turn out so good, his parents returned home. He could hear his mother asking where he was, and Joey replying that he was in the kitchen making something. Kai glanced over a moment later when she had turned the corner, eying him suspiciously as she slowly entered with Joshua closely behind " Hi, Mom, Dad-" Kai greeted as he lifted his drink up and sipped from it. Joshua narrowed his gaze on his eldest son before asking if he got into his drinks "Yeah. I figured, why wait, you know. Because, I'll be dead in a handful or so of years." Joshua walked over before being stopped by his wife, who had smiled toward her son and asked if he had made dinner for the rest of the family. Kai blinked, looking confused at them " What family?" He then dared to ask them before going back to eating and ignoring them. Joshua had almost lost his temper with Kai completely before his wife had told him to calm down and suggested that Kai was probably still having problems since falling over the banister on the second floor stairwell.

Looking toward them then, he narrowed his eyes "Yeah. I fell, no one pushed me." Kai then muttered before slurping up some more noodles. Joshua walked in closer to the younger Parker and set some stuff on the table before commenting that that's what had happened. Reminding Kai of how clumsy the other was, even going so far as to remind him of his 'accidents' he would have as a boy " You mean the times you beat me for touching Jo, or one of you? Hm? Those times I was clumsy?" Kai asked before Joshua slammed a hand to the kitchen table and warned Kai, under his breath, very sternly that he was treading a line he should not cross. Kai blinked, then looked away " Sorry. I- You're right. I am still feeling a bit off." Kai glanced away then, the emboldened mood he had been feeling that evening melting away under Joshua's tone. Joshua then told him to take his dinner and go to his room. As Kai was going to do that he reached out to take his drink before Joshua pulled it away and told him no. Glaring for a moment, Kai and Joshua stare each other down before Kai relents and grabbed up his plate.

Once in his room he lightly complained about how he had to get over being worried about what Joshua would do to him if he stepped too far out of line. But he already knew what Joshua was capable of, having already experienced most of it first hand several times in his life by that point. But he had also, briefly anyway, recognized the mood swing. The anger that he had once been able to keep at bay was breaching the dam he had formed in his head, crashing over the sides, cracking it under it's weight. Though he could not remember why he had fallen from that banister, he had known that because of that fall, something had changed. His mind was somehow different, or at least more willing to let that anger through. Clearing his throat he placed the bowl on the bedside table and moved to sit on his bed. Realizing even more that he didn't care about the dam breaking, but what had really bothered him was pointing that knife at Joey. On some level he had recognized a small desire to hurt the other. However, he had resisted, then. Of course Joey would also tell his parents about it.

That is in fact what Joey had done, unaware of the consequences of this action that would come later on. Over the next couple of months Joshua had set up appointments for Kai to be evaluated. Several indicators were found for several things. Joshua seemed to have felt validated by this discovery as well as had taken it upon himself to see to it that with whatever Kai had been diagnosed with and the medications that they had decided on having him take was going to be enforced by the older Parker. Each day, at the designated times Joshua would barge in on Kai, no matter what he was doing, and make him take his medication. One day, Kai had brought some friends from the local school over, it was because they had needed to work on a project. Pointing into the living room, he grinned as one boy asked about his family " Oh. Uhm. They are busy. I think. So they won't be bothering us." Moving on then, he sighed a little bit, wishing that the other two had more room in their own homes so that he didn't have to bring them back to his house.

As one boy asked if his family was really that weird he paused, considering his answer "Nah. They aren't all that weird. They are...Just, very private." Kai defended lightly as he walked into his room " And this is my room-" Moving toward one side he pat a hand against the desk that was there " I'll keep our project right here." He informed, just liking feeling normal for the moment. He had always enjoyed staying as far away from his family home as he possibly could, simply because it had felt right, when he was around other people. They weren't afraid to touch him. Or simply be nice to him, he had liked that quite a lot, he found, just being treated like a person who mattered. Instead of an abomination. It didn't completely numb his burning need to have magic. But it filled an entirely different need he had entirely just to be wanted, to be liked. Even if by others he went to school with. He was pretty well liked in school, most kids finding him to be silly. The three boys had started work on the school project then. Kai had struggled a bit, having a broken arm. One of the boys pat his shoulder then telling him he could take it easy.

Kai looked over toward the other boy and nodded "Ah hah. Yeah, sorry, just wanted to be of help." Then he moved back a bit letting the other two do a lot of the heavier or more active lifting. Then one of the boy's had asked how his arm broke " Oh, you know how it is. Rough housing I guess." Just then the other boy had brought up the stitching and asked if that was also caused by the same thing "Mhmm." His eyebrows furrowing then, he started to remember something from that day, Josette yelling at him and shoving him back, yelling about how he was terrible before ripping a Nerf gun out of his hands and throwing it away. Taking a moment to then look at her self in the mirror before whining about him giving her a black eye. Kai blinked, his memory of that moment starting to die out as he remembered himself saying something along the lines of 'A black eye is the least of your problem because you are just plain ol' ugly'. Though he never got to finish saying that, and everything had gone black. Coming back to the current moment one of the boys frowned and asked if he were alright " Ah- Yeah. Fine. Just remembering something from a while back." Kai cleared his throat then and moved to help the two with their school project.

Around dinner time is when Joshua had come back home. Making his way up to Kai's room the other opened the bedroom door before asking Kai who had given him permission to have guests over " No one. Their places were too small." Joshua narrowed his eyes, but seemed to accept it. Moving in then he looked at the project before then looking toward Kai and asking if he had taken his pills that afternoon. Which Kai looked a bit shocked about, looking toward his friends before looking toward Joshua "No. I forgot." Kai had informed Joshua crossed his arms over his chest and then told Kai to take his pills, now, rather than later. Standing up then he moved toward the door before turning back toward his friends "Sorry about that, I'll be back, just wait right there." Leaving with Joshua, soon he was finishing taking his medication in front of the other before going back to his room. He could hear the two boys whispering then, about how one of their aunts was 'crazy' and also had to take pills. Frowning then Kai sighed before entering the room as the pair started talking about leaving. Seeing Kai they smiled at him. Before then saying it was late and that they probably needed to get back home.

Nodding then, Kai watched them as they started to head for the door "Alright. I'll keep this here-" He pointed toward the desk then "And we can work on it again tomorrow." The two nodded and told him goodbye before leaving. A few moments later, Joshua came back into the room and started to tease Kai about the fact that those boys would not be coming back " You don't know them." Kai muttered before the older Parker nodded and then glanced away, mentioning he knew what children were like. Once you were outed as the freak you were, they would turn on you. Kai swallowed "But you're the freaks?" As Joshua stepped into the room, Kai watched his father, shrinking a bit as the older man approached him, leaning down and getting his face in Kai's before grabbing the other's jaw with his right hand, forcing Kai to look at him and reminding his young son that he was, in fact, an abomination. No one would ever truly be his friend. Staring at Joshua, Kai blinked, a bit hurt. He then jerked his head away from his fathers grip, looking away as he thought about it. Joshua smiled down at his son, knowing that Kai might have thought that about himself, as well. Then he turned and left the room, leaving Kai to think about how worthless or unwanted he was.

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730 days

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If someone stays with you after you’ve hurt them more than once, they love you.

Think about it.

They’re choosing pain over pleasure.

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Angst and smut

730 days ago

“I’m leaving her you know.”

For a split second she froze. She glanced at him, a forced look of pretend amusement on her face as she continued sliding her boot over her knee.

“Why would you want to do that?” Her voice was level; indifferent.

Baekhyun however was anything but. His hair still askew, his naked form in bed a lewd reminder of what they had just done - again. She’d stopped counting after a month, stopped caring whenever he took her to his excessive penthouse apartment he had bought for the sole purpose of bedding her.

His own apartment raised the risk of getting caught.

“Because you’re too fun.”

Was saying she was fun his own way of saying he loved her?

She stopped thinking about it - she lost count how many times he’d said it. Nothing good could come out of what they did, she rationalised, it was sex. Great, hard, sex. She dared not think about his feelings, or hers for that matter.

He sat up on his arm, the lush white duvet slipping to the daring V of his hips and she tried not to show how much she wanted to lick him. She smiled to herself, looking down at the floor as Baekhyun’s lips traced across her neck. He felt warm as he pressed his chest to her back and she fought with herself for a moment.

“I have work to do.” She muttered half heartedly, changing the subject. “I have your business to take care of.”

She felt his breath dance on her skin as he sniggered. “I have business for you to take care of here.”

His arm wrapped around her body, sliding through her unbuttoned blouse to knead her breast. She sighed at his touch and she found herself leaning into him, her resolve slipping through her fingers as his own toyed with her nipple.

“You’re filthy.” She rasped, eyes fluttering shut as she felt the stirring of his third erection that long morning pressing against her lower back.

Baekhyun licked the shell of her ear and chewed on her lobe, alluring her, making her toes curl. She would have hated the effect he always had on her if not for just how good it always made her feel.

“Only for you.”

It only that were true.

The thought ripped her away from his bed, her body hot still and yearning. The look of disappointment and confusion that stared up at her tugged at her heartstrings in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. She pulled her blouse shut, forgetting her bra she stepped on as she fetched her bag.

“Don’t forget, you have that dinner tonight with your girlfriend.” Her voice was authorative; in a blink of an eye she was his secretary, not the flushed woman well under his thumb.

Baekhyun rolled, his eyes, flopping back onto his back, the tent under the blanket collapsing.

“I mean it.” She chided. “If I have to endure another whiny call from her about your whereabouts I’ll shoot myself.”

The self indulgent lawyer turned to her, his expression coy and she wanted to smack him - or kiss him, maybe both.

He turned his head to the side, his brown eyes pinning her in place with a smug look that made her feel some kind of way.

“You’re jealous.” A statement that rattled her to the core.

She strode to the exit as she felt her little green monster she had locked away rattle inside it’s cage. “You should know better”

500 days ago

“Sehun I’m really busy.” She dismissed him as quickly as he had walked into her office.

It’s not that she didn’t want to listen to whatever issues he had with Baekhyun’s overbearing demands or his schedule, she just didn’t have the time.

“I just--”

“Sehun.” She peered up at him over the top of her computer, her expression and tone thawt. “Out.”

She knew she would be apologising later in the expression of a free lunch or a coffee but for the moment her work was pouring from all sorts of nooks and crannies in her office. It was as if Baekhyun was purposely loading her with every possible task he could find that month, including the planning of a refurb on the first floor reception. Construction and interior design was not her forte.

It appeared her hard work wasn’t worth the bags under her eyes. There was an itch deep within her loins that needed to be scratched and Baekhyun wasn’t within reach. It made it even the more irritable, knowing that he was the only man that she wanted to scratch it - the only one capable.

“I’ll take everything off your desk if you do this thing he’s asked me to do.” It came out in a rush, his eyes hopeful as he stood anxiously in her doorway.

It made her pause her typing. “Everything?”

“Yes.” Sehun nodded with enthusiasm.

“What is it?” She asked with trepidation; what could possibly be that hard a task for one man that he would take on her work?

“Baekhyun wants me to go and buy a ring for his girlfriend.”

Poise was important, a cold hard look was vital as her whole world shattered around her. Her heart felt weird, her fingers felt numb, the feeling travelled to her drying throat as she licked her lips wet. She felt Sehun looking at her, still hopeful, not in the least bit phased by the look in her eyes.

“Excuse me?” Her voice shook as she clasped her hands together atop of her desk so tightly her knuckles paled.

“Baekhyun is proposing to her.”

It felt like she had been shot, she physically recoiled into her chair - maybe she could disappear through the leather and be forgotten. She shook her head, bile rising through her throat and she clenched her hands tighter together, feeling her fingers beginning to tremble.

“No.” Her reply was filled with more animosity than she intended. “If he asked you to do it, do it.”

“It’s more of a girls job.” He almost pouted, clueless to the tornado of emotions swirling around in her office, the tears that rimmed her eyes.

Fuck “I don’t give a shit.”

He’s supposed to be leaving her.

He said it over and over again, every time she would see him in his apartment he would tell her. He even went so far as to say ‘i’m leaving her for you.’ She had told him no, she had mocked him for his words, dismissing them as quickly as he said them every time.

It was just sex, sex she enjoyed, she didn’t want to ruin it by changing the dynamics of what they were to each other.

She had always ignored and pushed away feelings whenever they rose to the surface, didn’t address them. But maybe she should have, maybe then she could have willed them away before they all turned into anger and despair.

410 days ago

“How long are you going to do this?”

She had changed her working hours, coming in in the afternoon, knowing that that’s when her boss would be his most busy. She used email as the basis for their professional conversations; he could be in office next to hers but she would still refuse a word his way.

He’d be in meetings, answering much delayed and avoided phone calls his assistants simply couldn’t do. It would mean that for her working hours Baekhyun was just the lawyer she worked for, it kept her sane; it kept her from him at her most lowest moments of the day. The parts of the day she wanted to throw herself off the top of the building for being so fucking naive.

She could see it in his face whenever she would pass messages on to him, the look that gave him away that he wanted to exchange more than just business in his office but she made sure with his workload that he didn’t have the time to spare.

But that late afternoon Baekhyun had tossed his workload to Sehun, punishing him for nothing in particular but that’s what it felt like to the young aspiring CEO.

She tensed at the voice and she had never been so concentrated on a boiling kettle before then.

“What? Make myself a coffee?” She was acting like a child but the last thing she wanted was for him to know how much he had fucked her up.

She heard him scoff and she could have smacked him. Instead she poured the ready boiling water into her tall cup.

She knew she had little right to be mad, she was the other woman. All they did was fuck but she had feelings for him, she had come to grips with it in the jewellers when she had caved to Sehun and picked out a ring that wasn’t for her - although she knew it was stupid to feel any such envy. She hoped it would help her, like buying the ring was going to miraculously take away the misery and jealousy in the pit of her stomach; but she was grossly mistaken.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Baekhyun replied, his tone heavy.

She felt his body behind her, hyper aware of the hands that lingered around her hips as he spoke and her body felt like it was about to burst - pathetic.

“I haven’t been.” It was hard to look at him as she turned around with her black coffee in hand.

It was tempting to throw it down his perfect white shirt - to hopefully burn him.

“I see you 6 days a week, you’re my boss, it’s impossible to avoid you.” Much to her disdain.

Baekhyun ran his tongue across his bottom lip, a tell tale sign he was aggravated, good.

She clenched her cup in her hand, uncaring of the hot sting. The lunch room was conveniently empty as he took a step forward. His hands firmly grasped her waist, coming into territory that was no longer his right to share. At the moment she felt his breath on her face, when his luscious cologne whiffed past her nose her tongue snapped.

“Do you want me to wish you a ‘Happy engagement’?” She didn’t bother to hold back her bitter, sardonic tone.

“Did you want me congratulate you for proposing to that dumb bitch with a nice handjob under the desk?” She had no control over her pitch or the trembling in her words. “I know how much you love those.”

He shook his head at her, looking off to the side as she flamed as hot as her drink. “I’m resigning.” She shoved him away.

She didn’t have another job yet, but she didn’t regret the proclamation.

“Oh my god.” Baekhyun ran his fingers through his forehead before reaching for her again. “Come here.”

She was murderous, she shoved his hands away despite the little part of her that wanted to be held by him. “You lied to me.”

It was sad. The minute the words came out her mouth she knew how sad and pathetic she sounded. Was there really a part of her that had wanted him to break up with his girlfriend? To be hers completely outside of his sleazy secondary apartment? Did she really believe that he had the intention of doing so if she had went along with him?

He gave her a look she couldn’t read. It was a mix between incredulousness and dare she say regret. “I lie to a lot of people.” His tone had changed, it was almost agreeable.

She laughed, but the happiness was void as she threw her black coffee down his prada suit, tears bluring her work. “Fuck you Byun Baekhyun.

378 days ago

“So why is it you want to return to study?”

“Working alongside some of the best lawyers in the country has inspired me.” It wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t the entire truth.

The head of the law faculty at her old university regarded her with a bleak nod. “You worked for Byun Baekhyun I believe.”

It wasn’t a question, so she nodded with indifference. The name represented more than just a brilliant lawyer and it hurt her more than she liked to admit. It had been 4 months and she found it hard to move on, it didn’t help that she didn’t even know what she was moving on from; it wasn’t even a relationship.

The heaviness of her emotions left her an empty woman, untrusting and spiteful of everyone who was happy.

“My work experience since dropping out is all in my application letter.” She replied with dismal coldness.

“Or lack thereof.” The old man replied with a slight smug smile.

Men; she thought with vile, ignorant cunts. “I have been working there for five years.” She swallowed the resentment. “I proved to myself that I’m capable of commiting to something.”

Another stern nod. “And as I understand it you resigned your position from one of the greatest law firms in the country to complete your degree?”

She held back more animosity. “Yes.”

He removed his spectacles and regarded her with refined impression. “Well best you get studying.”

152 days ago.

Baekhyun got married.

She finished her degree.

Her work experience had earned her extra credit, fast tracking her degree. It was a hard, she denied herself a life outside of her flat but on the rare occasion she left her home she was faced with the mind numbing news of Baekhyun’s life update. She passed a news stall on the busy street of her city en route to her favourite kebab shop; the headline on the newspaper was vague but she knew;

Billionaire, playboy, lawyer - It was like they were trying to upsell his profile as much as they could with as many adjectives that made sense - marries model.

She knew but it didn’t stop her from checking. She read the article, helicopter arrival, 10 bridesmaids, extravagant Alexander McQueen dress - Alexander McQueen?! She could have died. - 750 guests -- She didn’t know whether she felt sick or sorry for the bride. The bride that was pictured looking as happy as she had ever seen her, Baekhyun smiled in his picture too, but even in a picture she couldn’t read him.

65 days ago

Months later when she held her graduation certificate in her arms gleaming beside her family in her robes it was worth it all. Even the crippling student loan that she had been avoiding for many years.

Finding a job wasn’t as difficult as she had thought, she dreaded graduation for that reason. She wasn’t sure whether it was her outstanding grades or her work history but every job she had applied for she was interviewed for.

“I’m very, very impressed.”

Cynthia Davis was the best female lawyer in the business and when she had found out she had wanted to interview her - a graduate - she almost fainted at the possibility.

“Thank you.” She very rarely gushed but with the iconic powerful female in front of her it was hard to refrain.

“It’s nice to see such ambition in a woman your age.”

She smiled at her, feeling the poised she had ever felt, especially in her louboutins - rented of course.

“I’m heading to court in an hour to wrap up a case, would you be interested in accompanying me?”

Never could she refuse an offer like that.

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She felt so small yet so brilliant all at once walking through the halls of supreme court with Cynthia; it was so surreal. She walked with a slight smile that she couldn’t wipe from her face. Everything was falling into place, she could have a boss who would help her, guide her with grace and finally put her where she wanted to be. Finally make herself and her parents proud.

All that sudden wave of positivity, that happiness vanished in a moment.

In a blink of an eye that smile cracked, the spark in her eyes imploded as the court doors opened. She locked eyes with the defence attorney that she had never expected to see. Sehun looked just as puzzled as she did, rising to stand as Cynthia marched to the front of the stands.

“Well this is a surprise.”

Her heart and stomach lurched forward at the voice and she wanted run a mile. The doors closed behind her and she felt overwhelmingly trapped. She dared look to the source of the voice and she could have screamed at the sight of the man of her nightmares standing to her left in the stands.

Baekhyun undressed her with his eyes and she hated how she liked it. “What’s Sehun doing?”

She didn’t realise it but she had taken a step towards him, her body unable to stay away. Before she knew what she had done, the courtroom had been ordered to sit down and with dread she had placed herself next to her old boss - her undoing.

“His new job.” His voice was so calm, low and almost tender she wanted to whine. “Could have been yours if you had have stayed.”

She side eyed him with ice as he smirked at her, his eyes completely focused on her. She felt vulnerable, so small - in the bad way - under his all seeing eyes. She willed her face expressionless. It had been over a year yet she sat next to him again, yearning, longing, spiteful.

The court judge began to speak and as much as she tried to focus on nothing but that Baekhyun’s ever so penetrative gaze. Her breathing hitched, her mind yelled as she felt his hand on her thigh. She cursed her decision to wear her skirt that day, not her trousers. Her bare thighs were exposed by the rise of her hem and Baekhyun as always took advantage of that.

She flinched as his soft slender fingers caressed her skin. Her body stilled, her mind blanked and she willed herself to stop him as his hand raised her skirt higher than it already sat.

Baekhyun leaned towards her, the material of his trouser leg pressing up against hers. “I’ve missed you.”

His whisper in her ear made her recoil away and she found the will to shove his hand away, tugging her skirt down with fever. No, he didn’t get to say that to her, not now, not then - never again.

“You’re married.” She forced through her teeth. You married her.

She trained her eyes ahead as she fisted the hem of her skirt, feeling her body yearn and betray her. He didn’t try to touch her again - save for the knee that pressed itself firmly against hers and she worked hard to stop the crumbling of her walls. She tried to focus on the case, she tried to follow Cynthia’s words, the way she did her job but all she could focus on is the man who sat next to her.

She hated it, she hated how she felt, how she knew what exactly her body wanted. He looked so wickedly good, like nothing at all phased him, as if his life was a breeze. She gave into the urge and turned to Baekhyun, looking at his profile like she used to without shame, only this time she was full of it. Her stomach felt tight and when he met her gaze she felt her heart race. His slight smug smile had her in ruins.

“You’re working for her now?” He asked with baited interest.

When she found her voice she spoke. “Yes.” She wasn’t sure whether it was a lie or not, did she have a job or was this still part of the interview?

“I bet she won’t fuck you like I did.” His whisper was low but it reached places that made her body roar with energy.

She ran her tongue through the seam of her mouth letting out a shaky breath as she stood quickly from the bench. Few eyes turned her way to see the blotchiness in her face as she dashed out of the claustrophobic court room without abandon. She felt weak as her head spun and the voice nagged in her head to take Baekhyun with her, show him that he should have chose her. She found a bathroom quickly nearly tripping over her red bottom heels as she hurried inside, heart in her throat.

“Oh fuck!” She held her face in her hands, thinking to her potential new boss and the career she had potentially flushed away. ”You idiot!”

She groaned into her hands and that was when her privacy was bombarded. The bathroom door opened and her insides twisted once more, her knees wobbled and her throat tightened.

“Don’t you dare.” It came out almost as a whine as he locked the door behind him.

“You look good.” Baekhyun didn’t have his blazer on anymore, his white shirt sleeves had been pushed to his elbows and god did she love it.

“Don’t” She held her hand up in warning and Baekhyun merely used it as leverage.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his body just like he used to - forceful yet it made her pinch her legs together.

“But I want to.” His voice caressed her skin and she knew she was in a losing battle as he looked down at her with his gorgeous eyes.

He kissed her then and she kissed him back like she was starved. She felt the chill of his wedding band as he held her face but it made a shiver travel down her spine, creating the pool between her legs. She had missed kissing him, and as much as she knew she was sinning she bit down on his bottom lip like she knew he liked and her ass made contact with the sink countertop.

Baekhyun’s hands were on her hips, guiding her on top of the surface as a groan fell from his mouth when she let go of her lip. She didn’t know what she was doing, just that when his mouth was on her neck, she no longer cared.

“Fuck you.” She looked into his eyes as she hissed the words at him.

“That’s not nice.” His expression was playful, his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he drove her crazy all over again and she let him.

It was hard not to believe that he missed her due to the roughness of his fingers as they felt their way past her underwear. Her body sighed and flinched all at once at the sensation of his delicate digits pushed past her folds, feeling their way to her weeping entrance.

Her body sank back into the wall behind her as his finger devilishly teased her clit. “I wasn’t trying to be.”

“I’m hurt.” His words were false but it didn’t matter as he slid his fingers into her.

He leaned into her, admiring the quickening pace of her breathing as her chest heaved along with his ministrations. She covered her mouth, muffling her mewls with her hands as his own made her squirm. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt that good, feeling him make her feel so good.

The sound of his belt clanging as it hit the floor made her flinch back to earth. “No.” It was a half hearted plea from between her quivering hands.

He wouldn’t let her look away from his penetrative stare as his fingers left her, allowing her a moment’s breath before spreading her legs wider. She shook her head as she felt the wicked brush of his cock against her thigh. Her mouth was saying no until he kissed her again and she tugged on his hair, enjoying the groan in his throat, hoping it hurt.

Fury and lust drove her forward as he slid inside of her, branding her from the inside out.

5 days ago

Her and Cynthia had become the dream team in court. She was still below the esteemed lawyer but she was learning - and she didn’t have to sleep with her to be the favourite. She had her own office, she was getting her own cases, she was a gleaming ray of sunshine. She dared not think of Baekhyun in any capacity, even after the dirty morally challenging interaction in the court house bathroom.

She came, he came and they parted ways one last time. She lived with the guilt once more but refused to let it show when Cynthia offered her the job, gave her an office, gave her clients and cases to handle. It was the best thing to ever happen to her and she couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

She doubted Baekhyun felt guilty about the ordeal in court, therefore she tried not to either.

“When is our flight?”

She looked over her computer screen to the twinkly eyed man at her door - she dared say he was cute.

“Uhh…” She glanced at her clock. “5 hours.”

She was off to a lawyers ‘getaway’ Cynthia had endorsed her to attend much to her protests. She couldn’t think of anything worse, stuck in a prestigious hotel with socially inept men and women of the law but despite everything, she was still the new girl and was stuck to doing the stuff no one else wanted to do. Along with the other - albeit handsome - newbie in the doorway of her office.

How bad was it that she couldn’t remember his name?

“Did you want a ride to the airport?”

She glanced at him again at the sound of hopefulness in his tone. She eyed him with slight hostility, before scratching the back of her neck. It’s a free ride to the airport; she rationalised in her head, he wasn’t asking her out. She didn’t know why the prospect of him asking her out bothered her so much.

She shoved away her doubts and the siren in her mind. “I... uh... okay.”

She couldn’t say no to those round eyes, or to the slight natural pout of his bottom lip.

“Jongin.” He gave her a knowing smile before walking out of her office.

Jongin.

She smiled uneasily at him a little embarrassed that he knew that she didn’t know his name.

3 Days ago

She found out during the 1 hour flight across the country that Jongin was excellent company - more than a handsome face. He had the brightest smile she had ever seen in a man, a contagious laugh that made his face scrunch up in a way that shouldn’t be allowed. He was cute, he was hot and when he bought her dinner when they landed in the small, tiny airport she couldn’t refuse.

She had also noticed when he held his suitcase the way his arms bulged through the material of his dress shirt and it was hard work to put her tongue back in her mouth. This retreat was going to be an interesting experience for her.

And as she looked down at her meal, the laughter died from her face, the happiness dropping out of her all of a sudden as the smell of her food whafted in her face. Her stomach lurched and her eyes widened, oh shit. Without another word, she covered her mouth, afraid that if she didn’t help seal her lips that she would vomit everywhere. She sped off, ignoring Jongin’s concerned and confused gaze that followed her.

She hadn’t any time to close the cubicle door behind her as she puked through her fingers, spluttering out and her stomach heaving. Tears blurred her vision, her nose stung and her throat burned as she threw up what felt like everything she had ever eaten in her life.

What the fuck was that?

She got up from the floor, feeling a little light headed but pulling herself together and flushing the toilet. She walked out of the stall, feeling grateful that no one else decided to use the bathrooms and see her that way. She washed her hands, feeling out of place and shaken. She had never been that sick, she had never looked at food and decided to throw up.

As she dried her hands, questions going round and round her mind another girl walked inside, her eyes a little panicked.

“Hi, I-I’m sorry.” She began. “Do you have any pads?”

She stared at the younger girl, her mind blanking and her body freezing. “N-no…”

She didn’t have any because she hadn’t been using them for nearly two months. She could have screamed, she could have cried, if she was honest she had no idea what to do first. She dried her hands in a hurry, leaving the troubled girl with her predicament alone in the bathroom while she went and faced her much larger one.

Jongin’s face was filled with genuine concern as she approached the table and he stood, bless him. “Are you okay?”

She found her voice, her shaking hands grabbing her bags from under the table. She avoided looking at him as she fumbled for her purse.

“Here’s the money for my dinner, uh… I’m so sorry but I need to get to my room, I just remembered I need to do something important.” Like find out whether I’m pregnant.

She didn’t give the pouting boy much time to protest before tossing some money on the table and dashing out of the restaurant. She headed to the adjoining hotel lobby and caught the attention of a kind looking male receptionist.

“Hi, I would like to just… Uh…” It was very rare that she was at a loss for words but with her heart hammering in her chest she couldn’t think straight. “I need a chemist.” She said clumsily. “W-where-- Where’s your nearest one?”

The receptionist didn’t show his bafflement at the way she stumbled over her words - well trained hospitality service. He directed her to one 5 minutes away after she had checked in and got given her room key.

“Do my eyes deceive me?”

A shiver travelled up her spine at the voice in her ear. Her stomach dropped and her mind yelled at her to leave.

“Or is that really you.”

The sultry voice that was low in her ear made her swivel away from the desk to face the source. Her heart did multiple things at the sight of Baekhyun in front of her, sporting his usual shit eating grin when he knew he drove her insane. Only this time, it was more than just that - she could be pregnant and it was 100% his.

The court bathroom. Her breathing quickened as she looked at him, as she looked at the unwitting woman trailing behind him, his plus one to the lawyers retreat - his wife.

Panic ensured and she ran - she really ran.

Present day

She never thought she would ever have a baby, deciding she wasn’t the maternal type but when those double lines glared at her from the pregnancy stick she had never felt more conflicted in her life. She held it in her hand like it was deadly. She couldn’t wrap her head around it, the thought of being pregnant, it was so easily done but so hard to believe that it was happening to her.

I have to get rid of it. I can’t have a baby.

Or could she?

She mulled it over in her head for the rest of the day and the day after she had excused herself from the first two nights of parties with the other lawyers - mainly because she couldn’t bare to see Baekhyun. If it wasn’t because his wife was with him - the woman he should have impregnated - it was because she was pregnant. She had said it in her head and aloud a few times, and even after 2 days it still shook her.

She was sitting on her balcony, overlooking the sea, reading trying to focus on anything else other than the life in her belly and the father downstairs, married to another woman. That very thought angered her, she was pregnant, beyond the cut off for an abortion and now she had to live with it. She had to live with her mistake, her choice to fall for a man that wasn’t hers yet Baekhyun could still be married, live a perfect life with a doting - needy - wife who was none the wiser.

Baekhyun could even have a new secretary that took her place to screw over every desk and that apartment she had spent so many hot, dangerous nights with him.

She felt ill and not just from pregnancy.

Impulsively she moved from her spot, she wanted out of her room, she couldn’t bare to be alone with her own thoughts for much longer. She swung open her door and she nearly slammed into the chest of the man of the hour.

“Where you waiting for me or something?” Baekhyun sniggered, the hint of alcohol on his breath. “I didn’t even knock.”

She felt the urge to step back inside and slam the door in his face but she felt gripped by fear, unable to move until he took a step towards her. He backed her into her room, closing the door behind him. Finally finding her voice she spoke.

“Where’s your wife?”

Baekhyun stepped around her, heading to her mini bar, helping himself. “At the pool I’m assuming.”

“Shouldn’t you be with her?”

She felt the instinctive urge to cover her belly. She didn’t look pregnant, but she couldn’t help but feel inequivedly vulnerable, especially with him in such close proximity.

“Still jealous?”

Baekhyun pinned her with a look and she felt her knees weaken and that irked her. Despite how much she thought ill of him, he could always get her on her knees.

“I’m not jealous.”

It was a lie. She was jealous, but not for the reasons he was accusing her of; she was jealous of his male privilege to have the choice and ignorance not to be effected by her pregnancy in the same way she was. He didn’t have to know, he didn’t ever have to know and that was a privilege, he could walk away from their affair without any repercussions but she, she came out of it with a broken heart and a baby.

She had, for so long held back her emotions, never shown him how much he had broken her, hell she never even admitted it fully to herself. But maybe, just maybe he needed to know. Baekhyun turned to her fully his seductive gaze raking her in.

“I’ve missed you.”

His fingers tucked a strand of her behind her ear, so tenderly it was so convincing. “What is this special power you hold over me, baby?”

He kissed her then, his mouth skillfully taking hers and stealing her breath. A long time ago - two months ago - that would have worked. She would have let him take her in his arms as if he was all hers and she was the only woman he wanted. She pushed him away, stepping from him, wiping her mouth of the taste of him.

“That won’t work anymore.” Her voice was sad as she spoke to him, her walls cracking slightly - she would blame it all on the pregnancy hormones.

Baekhyun tilted his head, his smile fading. She hadn’t used that tone when pushing him away before and it intrigued him.

He sighed, his hands falling to his sides. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not doing this with you.” She said, crossing her arms. “Not anymore.”

He opened his mouth to protest, say something utterly irresistible that would inevitably have her in the palm of his hands but she couldn’t allow that.

“Do you love her?” It was the question she had been wanting to ask for years.

“Do I what?” He asked incredulously.

“Your wife!” Her voice was exasperated. “ Your wife, Baekhyun, do you love her?”

He kept looking at her, she could see the cogs turning in his head, thinking how he should answer rather than what the right answer was.

“For fucks sakes, it’s an easy question, Baekhyun!”

“No, then.” He replied, his voice definitive. “No I don’t and the feeling is mutual.”

She shook her head at him, noticing how is expression changed, his eyes burned and he reached for a bottle of beer at her mini bar.

“She married the money, I married the name.” He said. “And that’s that.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why did you marry her?” She felt the tears rim her eyes.

She would have thought it would make her feel better that Baekhyun didn’t love the model he married but it in fact raised more questions and more hurt than she would ever be able to put into words.

“If you didn’t love her then why!?” She shouted. “You fed me false hope for so long, you actually made me believe I could have been more than the whore I was for you!”

He was silent, staring at her with a penetrative gaze she couldn’t read. She continued, tears leaking from her eyes. “You had me, Baekhyun, you really had me.”

Admitting that loud for the first time was a new experience and she wasn’t sure how she felt.

“But you wanted her, for the fame and reputation, was that really more than what I could have given you?” Her voice broke and so did her walls.

They crumbled as if they never existed in the first place. “I’m pregnant, Baekhyun and you don’t have to live with that but I do.”

She don’t know why she told him. She longed to take it back the minute his eyes widened a fraction in shock. She had said that, she had really said that. She had become the blubbering mess she had never wanted to be - that she never wanted him to see. She felt pathetic, she felt weak and she felt so small.

He stood there in silence and she wiped away her tears and tried to bury her emotions. “I need you to leave.”

“You’re pregnant?” Baekhyun’s eyes held her watery ones and she nodded.

“Can you go now?” She choked out between a sob. “Please.” So I can cry alone.

Baekhyun swallowed thickly, his jaw tensing and his tongue running across the seam of his dry lips. He put down the beer, moving from the bar towards her and she shook her head.

What he said next was surprisingly funny. “I can leave her.”

She wiped her fresh tears away, smiling ironically through them - he’d said that before, so many times.

“You’re not going to leave her.” She whispered. “You’re incapable.”

He grasped her arms, looking at her in the eyes, his expression filled with false promise. “I can.”

“Our ship has sailed.” She rasped. “How can I trust you, knowing what you are?”

She pried his fingers off of her and it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

“I don’t expect anything from you.” She stepped away from him. “Just the promise that I’ll never see you again.”

Baekhyun looked almost sad but it gave her no joy. “But the baby--”

“Promise me.” She held his face. “You’ve given me nothing but heartbreak for over two years, give me this.”

Baekhyun’s brows furrowed, his bottom lip pouted as he tried to catch up with his thoughts. He licked his lips again, his hands coming up to take hers off his cheeks so he could step away. He moved towards the door, making her heart ache with every step he took.

With his hand on the handle he paused. “Just remember, when it starts asking for their father that you wanted it this way, not me.”

It was the last thing he said to her and the last time she ever saw him.

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Bad Apple VII

A/N: I wasn’t expecting to write another chapter before work tonight but here we are--might be a couple days til the next one while I put some things together. Hope you enjoy!

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Bad Apple VII

Rae opened her eyes to Finn’s room, bright with sunlight coming in the window and his watch alarm beeping incessantly on the table. Finn remained dead to the world, mouth wide open and his arm thrown across her hip. She rubbed her eyes and reached for the watch for the time.

“Shit!”

Finn jerked awake, grabbing her waist. She broke away, searching the floor for clothes. She tugged on his shirt and the boxers he’d given her and turned back to the bed. He blinked at her blearily.

“C’mon, Finn, we’re late for school,” she stressed before grimacing, “God, that’s so weird…”

“We’re skipping,” Finn almost slurred, waving her back to bed. She smacked at his chest, Finn grunting and glaring at her.

“I’m a teacher, Finn!” He rolled his eyes, sitting up and fluffing his pillow.

“Just bunk off for the day,” he picked up his watch, snorting at the time, “It’s already 10.”

“No, I can’t do th--” His arm shot out, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bed and down to his level. He kissed her roughly, his hand cupping her neck. She melted against him when his thumb ran across the bottom of her throat.

“Call. Off.”

***

“Thank you so much for understanding, Principal Dixon…” Rae faked a cough and behind her Finn stifled a laugh, his hands going to her waist, “I’m sorry again about the short notice…” Rae smacked at his hands when one started travelling up her side, “Yes, I will see you tomorrow,” his hand snuck below the waistband of her boxers and she repressed a whimper, “Thank you again, bye!”

Rae hastily hung up the phone just as Finn’s fingers entered her, his lips on her neck. She gasped, biting her lip.

“You’re such a bad influence,” she breathed, Finn’s laughter tickling her neck. He smirked against her skin.

“Sure it’s not the other way around? How old are you again? 27, 28?”

Rae whipped around, Finn grinning as she faced him. He leaned in to kiss her and Rae turned her face away with a huff. He laid exaggerated kisses over her cheek and she wrinkled her nose but smiled, facing him again.

“Cheeky,” she murmured, nipping at his lip. He took her hands, entwining their fingers, and dragged her towards the kitchen. He released her and went to the fridge, pulling out several things and balancing them in his arms. Rae leant against the counter, watching him drop everything to the side of the stove before grabbing a pan from the cabinet.

“Scrambled okay?” he asked, without turning. She went next to him and took an apple from a bowl next to the sink.

“That’s fine. Want help?” she asked, before taking a bite, Finn glancing at her with a smile.

“Naw, I got this. Go sit,” he stated, bussing her cheek. She took a seat at the table, glancing around the room. Now that it was daytime and she was sober, she could properly look around.

Finn’s kitchen wasn’t quite as cluttered as hers at home, but still had traces of him throughout. She noticed an ashtray on the window sill by the sink and empty beer cans piled in the bin. There was a few takeout containers on the counter but most of the mess was in the sink, a few pots and pans and several dishes soaking in soapy water.

“Who taught you to cook?” Finn glanced over from cracking eggs, a smile appearing.

“I watched my nan cook all the time growing up...kinda picked it up from there.” Rae nodded and went to ask another question but surprisingly, he continued, his smile widening, “My folks weren’t the best when it came to that. Dad can barely boil water.” Rae laughed, trailing off when Finn’s smile wavered.

“My mum was better with baking. I was always begging her for sweets and finally she threw an apron at me and told me to shut my gob and listen,” he finished with a shaky laugh. He cleared his throat lightly and started to stir the egg mixture, a little rougher than needed.

Rae tried to think of something to change the subject but Finn reached for a remote next to the fridge and turned on a stereo across the room, Movin’ On Up coming through the speakers. He then poured the egg mixture in a pan and slid a loaf of bread along the counter.

“Put some toast on, yeah?”

***

They’d just about finished eating when the phone rang, Rae and Finn jumping at the sound. His brow furrowed and he put down his fork, going to the foyer and answering it.

“Nelson residence… No, I can’t…” Rae bit her lip when Finn’s voice took on an edge, “Because I’m fucking busy…” she stood under the guise of clearing their dishes and stepped closer to the door, “No...Why?...” Finn sighed, a hand going through his hair, “Look, I’ll meet you later…Later, Simmy....Yea, up yours, mate...Cheers,” Finn hung up roughly, cursing under his breath. He stiffened when Rae stepped behind him and rubbed his arm.

“Everything okay?” she asked quietly, watching as his expression cleared and he gave her a reassuring smile.

“Yea, ‘course,” he said hastily, looking to the side when she raised her brows, “Simmy was just asking about football later. It’s nothing.” Rae opened her mouth to argue and he kissed her, cutting her off. She hummed when his tongue touched hers.

“C’mere,” he murmured, pulling her towards the stairs.

***

Rae collapsed to Finn’s side, her breath short and heart pounding. He reached blindly from his prone position for a rollie and lit it, closing his eyes with it between his lips. She shook her head at him with a smile and stood from the bed, stretching before throwing a shirt on. Finn watched her as she walked over to his desk and flipped through his notes.

“Are you all caught up?” she asked, running a finger over his handwriting in the margins. He groaned and sat up, giving her a withering look.

“Are you really asking me about homework when we just shagged?” Rae narrowed her eyes at him.

“Finn.” He rolled his eyes, got up and slid on his pants before going over to her.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said seriously before taking a drag. Rae crossed her arms with a frown.

“It’s important, Finn! If you’re going to uni--”

“Who said I was going to uni?” he scoffed, raising a brow.

“Well, what were you planning on doing?” Rae asked pointedly, Finn huffing and sucking on his cigarette irritably.

“I dunno, Rae. Work, I guess.”

“Work, you guess. Where?” Rae laughed, a bit incredulously.

“I. Don’t. Know.” he punctuated, stubbing the rollie out hard enough to rip the paper. Rae shook her head at him slightly.

“You don’t have any plans?” she stated more than asked and Finn’s eyes flashed.

“Fuck’s sake, Rae, leave off!”

Rae’s lips flattened and she mumbled an apology, kicking herself for badgering him. Finn sighed, reaching out for her. Rae stepped closer, looking his face over.

“I’m sorry,” he offered, his fingers running up and down her sides, “I haven’t thought about it, alright?”

“Alright,” she said with a nod, “Even if you don’t go...I think we should continue the tutoring.” Finn grinned, his eyes dancing.

“Oh, yea?” he teased, moving to kiss her. Rae smacked at his shoulder with a smirk.

“Not for that.” Finn glanced to the side and his lips quirked in confusion.

“I told you I didn’t need help,” he reminded her, Rae cocking her head.

“Your essay answers need work. And we should review Ozymandias for the test next week. I don’t think you--” Finn’s neck snapped back and his hands fell from her waist.

“Wow, Rae, tell me how you really feel,” he jeered, looking a bit insulted. Rae quickly backtracked.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help,” she said softly, meeting his eyes, “School’s important, even if you don’t go to uni.”

Finn looked to the side, grimacing. Rae’s hands went to his cheeks and her thumbs forced his mouth into a smile. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrists, the corners of his mouth lifting reluctantly.

“Fine. We’ll do it.”

Rae grinned winningly and pecked his lips.

“Good boy,” she teased, Finn’s brows raising.

“I’ll show you ‘good boy’,” he warned, Rae biting her lip and backing away. She squealed when he grabbed her around the waist, his fingers fluttering along her sides.

“Stop! Finn!”

***

Early afternoon found them in the living room, dozing on the couch watching TV. Rae’s eyes fluttered as she ran her fingers through Finn’s hair, his head on her lap. She heard his breath starting to deepen when the doorbell rang and he groaned, rubbing his face into her thigh before sitting up and shaking his fringe out of his eyes.

“Probably Simmy trying to drag me out,” he grumbled before stretching through a yawn. Rae sat up straighter and made sure she wasn’t visible from the front door.

“I’ll stay here,” she said unnecessarily, Finn standing with a grunt and heading for the door. She heard it open and then quiet indiscernible voices. He came back a moment later, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh...It’s for you.”

Rae’s eyes widened and she hesitated standing until Finn ushered her forward, smiling reassuringly.

She entered the foyer with Finn trailing behind before he went into the kitchen.

“Chloe! Shit, I completely forgot to call you!”

Chloe only looked disappointed, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, glancing at the kitchen archway. Rae shrugged sheepishly.

“I’m still trying to figure that out,” she admitted, biting her lip. Chloe rolled her eyes and Rae continued, “How’d you find me?”

“Went down to the school, didn’t I? Told them I was his probation officer and needed his address. They believed me well enough.”

Rae’s eyes widened and she stepped closer.

“Oh my god, Chlo, what the fuck--”

“Jesus, I’m only joking,” she sighed, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips, “My bag ripped when I was walking home, I turned around to get my stuff and spotted you getting in his car.” Rae nodded, her brow furrowing.

“You had his street name scribbled on a receipt in that mess you call a desk,” she added, Rae shaking her head.

“Should be in detective work instead of business,” Rae snarked, Chloe frowning and opening her mouth to retort.

“Everything okay in here, ladies?”

Rae and Chloe’s heads snapped to the kitchen archway, Finn standing there with a smirk. He stepped forward, offering a hand to Chloe.

“You must be the best mate,” he ventured, smiling at Chloe and shooting a wink at Rae, “Finn Nelson.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Chloe replied monotonously before turning to Rae, “We really should be going, Rae.”

“Chloe--”

“Rae.” She rolled her eyes, waving Chloe off.

“I’ll meet you outside. Give me a minute.” Chloe raised her brows at her before nodding at Finn and going out the front door. Rae dropped her head to her hands and she heard Finn suppressing a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Nelson,” Rae mumbled, glaring at him. Finn shook his head with a smirk, taking Rae in his arms.

“Guess I have to go,” she whined against his chest, her arms circling his waist. Finn chuckled, kissing her neck softly.

“Want me to kidnap you later?” he asked, burying his face in her hair. Rae sighed and pulled away, shaking her head.

“Tempting...but I should get home,” she admitted, kissing him quickly and getting her bag from the side, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Finley,” she finished, a warning in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he conceded, walking her to the door. She stepped outside and started towards Chloe’s car, glancing around the street.

“Laters, Ms. Earl,” Finn called out, grinning when she turned and walked backward, flipping him off. He turned and went inside just as Chloe laid on the horn.

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