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neobomb · 6 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan]

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Word Count: 1.2k Inspired by this drabble made by @neocentral Warnings: mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, stalking, forcing??, slut shaming, masterbation, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, manhandling, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair as it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Haechan is hopelessly in love with you, a secret he vowed to take to his grave. However, his misguided attempts to gain your attention had spiraled out of control. What began as innocent teasing morphed into malicious intent. He has gone too far now. There is no going back. Over the years, he subjected you to relentless bullying: mocking you with derogatory names, spreading false rumors, and cornering you against his locker to threaten you. For as long as he had known you, he couldn't recall a single moment when he had treated you kindly.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..” he loves hearing you plead for forgiveness. Tears welled in your eyes as he pulled your long luscious hair, your eyes looking up at him with an innocence he couldn't ignore.

“A slut like you should know when to keep their dirty mouth shut.” he says, looking down on you. You looked like a mess. A hot mess. You’re on the floor, tears running down your face as heavy breaths left your lungs after the assault. When he goes home, he would picture this exact image of you in his head while mercilessly stroking his dick. He would imagine ramming his dick into you while pulling your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. It was the primary reason he enjoyed pulling your hair during confrontations.

Everyday, he would follow you home after school. It didn't appear unusual since his house was only a few blocks away from yours. You never thought much of it. Each time you entered the safety of your home, you assumed he would just keep going until he reached his own. But oh…how you were wrong.

Haechan would always linger around you at a close proximity. Your bedroom is on the first floor, facing a large oak tree, his favorite hiding spot. Peeking through the leaves, he watches you through your bedroom window. You’re sitting on your bed, reading a book. You look so peaceful. So beautiful. Whenever your hair gets in the way, you tug the strands behind your ears, revealing more of your neckline each time. Occasionally, he would take photographs of you as you undress, showing it to his friends as "evidence" of your supposed slutty behavior, but primarily keeping them for his own twisted satisfaction later on.

Haechan knows better than everyone that you’re anything but a slut. He doesn't even think that you have had your first kiss yet. Over the past year, he's spread rumors about you sleeping with countless older men, intending to dissuade other boys from showing interest in you. In truth, you're a devout church-goer with a deep love for immersing yourself in books and fiction. But still, he loves calling you a slut. The humiliation that marks your face each time he calls you those names does wonders to him.

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An intense heatwave has gripped the town. The scorching sun felt like it was searing your skin as you used a book to fan yourself. This summer break, aside from working at your cousin Kun's restaurant, you hadn't accomplished much. During your shifts, Haechan would consistently appear, each time accompanied by a different girl. What a manwhore, you thought to yourself.

“If you feel as though he is bothering you, I can take his table. Just slice the salmon for me and keep an eye on the fryer.” Jaehyun offers, extending his knife to you. As your fingers lightly touch, a swarm of butterflies stirs in your stomach. You've harbored feelings for Jaehyun for some time. He's tall, amiable, strikingly handsome, and an exceptional chef. He embodied everything you desired in a boyfriend. Though only a few years older, he appeared to have everything figured out.

From a distance, Haechan observed your exchanges with Jaehyun. Not paying any attention to the girl he was on a date with. He took note of your hearty laughter at Jaehyun's jokes and the way your face flushed crimson with every compliment he paid you. Saying Haechan was jealous would be a severe understatement; he was profoundly possessive over you.

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The community you live in organized a grand gathering, and by chance, your parents had offered to host the entire event in your backyard. Such events were never to your liking as you would panic at the social interactions. Worst of all, lee donghyuk was present at the event. You seek refuge in your room, after hours on end, having to endure awkward conversations.

“Why did you cut your hair, Y/N?” Haechan stands in front of your bedroom door. He stared at you intensely, noticing how your hair falls right at your shoulder, revealing your pronounced collarbones. He suspected you might have cut your hair based on the conversation he had overheard between you and Jaehyun a few days ago, where Jaehyun expressed his preference for girls with shoulder length hair. It seemed evident to him that you were attempting to align with Jaehyun's preferences, which angered him greatly. “Yes, why do you care?”

“Is it because you can’t just grab onto it as easily anymore?” The words you just uttered struck him with the realization that you might have uncovered his dirty little secret. He restrained himself from showing any emotion. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. You’re probably just being paranoid, he tells himself “Huh, What a big mouth. Why would you say that?”

“You obviously have something against me. I mean, every day at school, you pull my hair and shove me against your locker," you state, setting your book on the surface of your nightstand. He steps into your room, wearing a deeply unsettling grin, and closes the door behind him.

"Why do you think you can just come into my room, DongHyuck?" You ask sharply, rising swiftly from your bed. You urgently sought an escape from the situation, but Haechan's imposing stature blocked your exit.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.” He gets a rough grip around your neck, pushing you into your bookshelf. Once again, he noticed the familiar panic in your eyes, a sight he disturbingly loves.

“You think I won’t be able to man-handle you just because you cut your hair short. Well, think again.” His grip around your neck gets tighter and tighter. You were no longer registering his words. His words became a distant echo as your mind retreated to a different realm. He has never grabbed onto your neck before. It was certainly a new sight for him, a sight he was going crazy for. The way your hands grab onto his wrist, desperately trying to ease his grip, and the way your eyes almost fall shut by the intensity of the situation. It all turned him on so much.

He gradually loosened his hold on your neck, observing as you gasped for air and color that returned to your face. As you caught your breath, Haechan abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. He bit down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind. His patience has ultimately run out.

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knightyoomyoui · 5 months

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Momo x M Reader - "Crazy Stupid Love"

So this is one of my requests and probably the LONGEST one I had to grant because I just realized today that one of my readers made this request since November 2022, so I just want to say my huge apologies to you Dumbledore_1 for taking me too long to finally make this piece. This one-shot is a sequel to my Set 4 Momo x M Reader work titled "Somebody That I Used To Know" so if yall haven't read that one, better do so because you might not understand a little on what this story is about to tell and to give you guys a background from what happened to Momo and the reader's past, although I tackled the main point of this story clearly though. Lastly, I labeled this as only for male reader to feature because the first one also features only male reader, so it might be a weird for the female ones to read this. However, it's still up for my female readers there if you want to imagine yourself as a guy or for others to take place rather for this to aid your curiosities. Here's my Ko-fi account where you can drop your donations or ask for a commission. You can check it out on my Tumblr profile too! Buy knightyoomyoui a Coffee. ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page. Enjoy reading and have a happy Christmas season, everyone!

YN was shaken as the barrage of stomps and steps coming from the other passengers effectively woke him up. The bus had stopped moving, and he peeked from the window with squinted eyes. There he saw a very familiar view.

A smile crept up on his face, and he followed through the remaining people exiting the vehicle. Stepping out, he grabbed his bag and luggage before the bus left them there at the stop point.

YN started to walk while wandering his eyes around at the surroundings. It never changed, he thought. This is still one of the places where he could get use some time off away from every troubles he's having from the city.

And that being said, YN came here for one specific purpose. He wanted to stay in his province of Daegu for quite some time to help himself allow to recover from his heartbreak and improve his well-being for the better.

He has been disturbed day and night by what Momo revealed to him since their last talk, which was one month ago. It led him to the point where he needed to be delving deeply into reflection about the painful revelation she had brought to light. The next important person in his life to whom he has been closest, Dahyun, became aware of her cousin YN's odd conduct. She made one quick suggestion that she knew would assist her cousin, who is in a mess, knowing that he had recently ended a difficult and unpleasant relationship with Momo. She is a little upset at what her cousin did to her friend, but she still needs to show compassion and kindness for him because he is a loved one. She had always despised those who were internally disturbed by shattered hearts. She is thus making every effort to support Momo and YN during these challenging times. Aside from the fact that he genuinely misses their province, YN paid attention to what Dahyun advised her to do. He packed his belongings and traveled for hours to go to Daegu. His grandfather and other Dahyun's side relatives welcomed him when he got there. They greeted him with open arms upon his return, which undoubtedly helped YN feel at home. Then, after spending months there, he bought a house for himself, which his family allowed him to live in alone. During the months he had to stay apart from everything, he had the opportunity to experience living alone in the heart of such a vibrant and serene environment. even though at first he found it tough because he knew that being left alone is one of his worst fears.

Even so, he still tried to endure all the pain as he knew that he needed this for the sake of taking a rest for himself after what he'd gone through. There's been a saying that you will never heal from the pain if you never consider to give yourself a break.

Those created the thoughts that were unable for him to dodge all the memories that ties him back to his ex-girlfriend Momo. Because of her, it finally had him to slowly reprocess and understood everything wrong that thay had gone through in their relationship.

He had it discover pieces by pieces and he got some help coming from one of his interactions with some of the locals around his place, as he turned himself to be a volunteer to their town as a way to give himself things to distract him and make his time more valuable and less boring.

He walked back and got one for himself to begin eating with the locals, joining the elders, after serving some food to some of the kids seated at the table.

A notification beeped into his phone, causing it to open. He saw it for a second and turned it off, right before one of the elders asked him something.

"Who is that girl?"

He paused on directing his spoonful of food on his mouth as he heard the elder's question. He looked at him who has this curious look presented on him.

You opened the phone again and showed the rest your wallpaper that got seen, your own picture of Momo on the screen.

"Was that your partner?" His grandpa asked, tempting him to a frown on his lips.

He hesitated to answer for a while as he stared at Momo through the phone. Gulping his throat, he cleared his voice before speaking out his answer.

"She was mine."

All of them became quiet and his grandpa felt the sullen mood of his grandson. "Son, the world hasn't been very kind to both of you, hasn't it?"

He shook his head, denying the assumption. "I'm starting to think that it's not like that. It was only her, and i'm her world who didn't treated her well."

One of ahjumma (female elder) furrowed her eyebrows at his claim. "Did you do something wrong on her?"

"I did, ahjumma." He nodded his head, tightlipped at how guilty he was. "I broke her heart. I didn't mean to but I had to. I haven't got to explain it further."

"Was it that huge of an effect on her?" the first harabeoji (male elder) who asked him about Momo took the turn. He sipped on the soup and kept your head lowered.

"She erased my existence on her life, like she never met me." He smiled bitterly. His heart starts to get heavy, emotions were slowly rising up in his chest. "I guess she brought back the favor because I tried to get rid of her, to push her aside, to make her feel unwanted."

He received a slap on the shoulder by his own grandpa, earning a yelp of pain from him. "And how could you do that?! That's a wonderful girl you just had and you wasted it."

"Believe me, YN you've done a terrible mistake of inflicting heartbreak on that poor woman. Take me and your grandma as example. Even if we had many faults and fights in our relationship until she passed away, I never forgot her and I know so as she wherever she is right now.

And how did we do that? By making up to each other. Acknowledge what wrongful acts you have done. And I'm telling you, son; if you really loved that woman you won't let her be like that to you. Be sorry for everything that you did, understand?"

He nodded at his mixture of scolding and advice. "B-but, I'm afraid I might lure her away."

"She may not forget, but she may forgive you if you convincingly say everything from your heart."

The elders gasped and awwed when they saw a teardrop flowed out from his eye, he was so invested at the rant spoke by his grandpa that he didn't even noticed that his guilt urged his emotions to break loose.

"What's her name, son?"

"Hirai Momo." He noticed the slight amazement in his face. "She's Japanese."

"She's pretty, you got a foreign lover who surely looked up at you all the time not until you showed her the opposite." He expressed his dismay. "But I still feel sorry for you, son. Like what you said earlier, it seems like you got lost on the consequences of the stakes that was put upon you on your relationship with her."

"Do you still love her?"

He kept everything of his grandfather's advice in mind during the days that went by, including the last question that was posed to him and for which he is still unsure of the answer. He decided to give it some time for clarity even if there were some residual sentiments. He asked his cousin Dahyun, who is getting ready for their group schedule, a startling question during one of their video chats, even though Dahyun knew she would have it coming.

"Uhm... Dubu, is she there?"

"Who?"

"Momo."

"Yeah, but she went with Nayeon unnie on the cafeteria, why?"

"H- How is she doing, Dahyun-ah?" He questioned with a sorrowful tone.

Dahyun paused for a moment and just watched her cousin's misery displayed on the screen. She knew that until now he haven't gotten over her, but she didn't expected that he would spoke it out and make it known.

She knew YN to be very secretive of how he actually feels that's why she thought he would just rather do it through action, like what he did to Momo when he was loving her smoothly until the confusions took part.

But Dahyun isn't satisfied yet for that. She know that the two still haven't been getting along fine together and she hoped it'll come someday, and she believes that the only thing needed for that to happen is for her cousin to bravely show up and tell it all by himself to the woman he hurted the most.

"She's doing well, oppa. She's still laughing along with us... well we're trying to make her happy these days."

You nodded, relieved that Momo isn't suffering as much as you do today.

"But I don't know if it just because of us, because uhm... actually oppa- should I say it first to you?"

Dahyun's cautiousness grew an alarming tenseful feeling on him that is making him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead, i'll be fine." He said. Dahyun hoped the same. "Okay. Don't tell me you didn't let me be." Dahyun warned him one more time. "There's a guy who's courting Momo-unnie currently and based from how unnie is receiving his efforts, I think it's winning."

He heard enough and he became silent for a while. He knew it would be painful but he just let it sink in. He's the one who caused all of this to happen. It was all just a pure karma in return for him.

"Is that so?" He reacted bland. "That's great. I-I'm happy for the both of them in case... yeah." He smiled forcefully.

Dahyun clicked her tongue and sighed. "Oppa, you're hurting."

"As I should be."

The next days, his phase was on recollecting their memories together, in which he reminisce whenever he encounters something that Momo used to love before; he used to be in that place to witness it with his very own eyes.

Everywhere he goes, there's always one reason for him to remember her.

The kids he always entertain and taking care of. Momo loved children.

"Someday, if we will be lucky enough to get married. I want us to build a family with two kids! I hope we can have both a son and a daughter..."

The pig feet which was one of their foods for dinner. That is Momo's absolute favorite food she would be willing to die for.

"You should cook more jokbal, YN! This is so delicious!"

Their pictures together on his gallery that is almost full of her beautiful face. He opened one of the videos there which contains one of the clips they recorded during their anniversary.

He smiled as Momo kissed him on the lips and nuzzled her head on her neck. The next thing was soft and low, but her voice was always catchy for him to be able to hear it clearly.

This has to be the most anticipating turned devastating words you will ever remember from what she said.

Not only because this was like an oath for the goal to the next path he wanted to reach with her, but also because this will now end up instead in his imagination to haunt him with his guilt and definitely hers to occur with her desires.

"To more anniversaries and hopefully, a wedding in the future with you, YN. I love you."

Lastly are the peaches in the farm where he helps some of the farmers there to harvest and the dogs from the neighborhood who randomly visits his house were the ones to sum up everything that ties him back to her.

And in his last days in the Daegu province, he has finally see and understand everything clearly.

Before he rode the bus, he looked back at his grandpa who guided him to the bus stop.

"Remember the question you asked me about, grandpa. If I still do... love her?"

"Have you found the answer?"

"I do." He smiled. "And I promise you that I will try to make her hear my apology to her once I return to Seoul."

"Great for you, then. I wish you good luck, son."

They hugged together before they parted ways, with YN focused on his way back to the destination where his objective lies ahead.

A month after his departure from the province, he is back at Seoul where he is now currently looking for a place to work with these days.

Dahyun notified him one day that they'll be celebrating Jihyo's successful solo debut and she wants to bring him there because the girls misses him.

Hesitant at first that he knew that out of nine of them, Momo is the only one who doesn't want to see her, but he instead accepted for the sake of seeing his friends and to celebrate her special day when Dahyun assured him that Momo isn't like that to him anymore.

YN and Dahyun arrived at the restaurant together. The girls saw them from the table and they all cheered, except for Momo who is sitting there in silent and avoiding his sight. He noticed it and felt a bit unease as he entertains the rest.

And there, the two ex-couple finally saw each other again after quite a long time. Awkward at first, they still managed to greet each other when YN tried to test his courage for his plan tonight. Thankfully, Momo greeted him back shyly.

They ordered, congratulated Jihyo again for her success, talked a lot about how they've been doing, and ate their respective delicious foods to savor the precious time they're having together as a group.

As they went to enjoy the night by doing some videoke and chugging beers, YN noticed that Momo went outside to freshen up.

"Dahyun." He called the woman sitting beside her, munching some pizza. "It's time. I'll be right back." He said as they gazed at Momo's back facing them through her stance at the railings of the balcony.

"Be careful, okay? Make it sentimental and don't force if she can't have it all too well."

"Got it."

Dahyun patted him on the back before he stood up and carefully opened the sliding doors. He silently stepped towards Momo's figure, breathing becoming heavy, heartbeat rising rapidly.

He let out one last sigh before he began to confront the woman he wanted to meet and talk after months of waiting, recovering, and changing.

"Momo?"

She heard that familiar voice, she remembered what she told him almost a year ago, prompting her to try not to slip off on her character.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know, YN."

Turning her body around, she finally has come to face to face with the man she tries to completely forget in her heart and mind.

"Yes?" She responded. It was cold and plain, and YN understand what he's putting himself into. He just had to let it go and proceed with his main intention for her.

"I know you don't want having me near you, but c-can I please just... please have a short moment with you?" He said. "It won't last long, I promise but if you don't want me... then, it's fine but I really wanted to say something very quick to you."

Momo was startled when YN called for him. From the way he acted, Momo is quite intrigued that this version of YN infront of her is now more cautious, kind and soft to her. This is almost like... a different person from the one he used to know-and endure- before.

Momo would be deceiving herself and she knows how awful it is to feel regretful to herself if she lets that, if she doesn't admit to herself that it actually made her convince and push her wants to atleast see or know something of himself in personal.

"Don't waste any more time. Go on." She granted him his request. Crossing her arms, she leaned on the railings and watched this poor, broken, and lonely man she used to hate seeing being like this.

"T-Thank you." He bowed a little and straightened his posture, breathing deeply before he proceed to let out everything he's been keeping to his chest. "I know I shouldn't be in here because I know you're still mad at me. I almost didn't attend but for the girls-"

"For the record, I'm not mad at you anymore." Momo seriously said. "I set it all aside, because like I said... I don't want nothing to do with you. You're a nobody to me now, but I'm just letting you for once as long as you prove what brought youself here with me and dare to come close with me after how we ended things together."

"I know about that, and that's why I'm just here to say one thing that I've never ever said to you.

I'm sorry."

Momo's eyes shut, biting her lip with her fist clenching after hearing that. "I'm sorry for everything. All I did was very wrong of me and I don't want you to force you to believe me but... I didn't intended to do that on you.

"I did love you from the first time I laid my eyes on you, to the time you gave back the same feelings as mine for you, and the beginning of our relationship together. I know I have been gotten cold to you as time passes but I want to clarify things that... it wasn't your fault at all, Momo. It was me."

Momo glared at him with a teary eyes. She hated it, but she had to recall all of the times she had to wonder every night why does this keep on happening and what did she do wrong that made him treat him with lack of affection. She wanted answers for a long time and gladly, the time has come for her to hear it straight away from the man responsible of putting her like that.

"I always wanted to be like you, on what you're doing for me and it's true. But I always look at myself lowly, thinking if what I'm doing rather wasn't enough for you." His voice began to crack, as his eyes became to get watery also from the immense emotions affecting him. "And instead of improving or sharing my worries to you, I chose rather to set you free from me. I did that, thinking it was for mercy but instead it looked like I wanted you to suffer more and it was so... so wrong for me to do so. I became so lost for that."

"I still love you up to this day, Momo." With that, both synchronizably cried from that words that they used to say to each other as a vow but now, it turns out to be a forbidden phrase for them to exchange anymore. "It's not that I didn't trust you it's just that... I was scared."

"My plead for you not to leave was true, I truly can't bear letting you go. But now, I think I believe that probably I deserve to be alone and unworthy of somebody's love to hold onto because what I did, I am willing to sacrifice my feelings for you, Momo."

"It hurts me so bad but I have to let you go now." He escaped a rough exhale before continuing. "I'm not going to plead for you to come back and ruin the happiness your getting with somebody else now. Again, I'm truly sorry again for rushing in our relationship, acting immature on times you needed my comfort and making you bring all the burden you never deserved to have to."

YN began to drop on his knees and positioned himself to kneel in front of Momo who was shocked at his action.

"YN! W-what are you doing, get up from there!" She dashed through him and lifted his body and in YN's disbelief, he made Momo envelope him into a longing and comforting embrace that belongs to one of the lovely things he wasted from an gracious woman like her.

They both sobbed in their own heartache and sympathized with their own struggles.

"I hate you for what you did to me YN but why!" Momo cried out. "Why did you kept it to yourself, huh?! Why did you let yourself struggling on your own?"

"You promised me that you'll try to be honest, but you didn't, and that made me think that being done with your fake love, I rather be going. You could've shared it all to me directly, I'm your girlfriend for god's sake, I could've helped you because I loved you!"

"I'm sorry.. I'm s-so sorry..."

Momo whined and screamed in a mixture of frustration, agony and disappointment for what their relationship had become and the complete clear revelations of how she got ended up suffocating and unpleased in his company.

"Get up." She helped him stand back to his wobbling weak legs again. "Finally you were now able to reflect yourself and tell to me that one words I just wanted to hear from you. I just wanted you to be accountable and say sorry to me.", Momo said, clarifying the last words she told to him back then.

"But now that you did and I've heard and seen enough your sincerity..." She grasped him in the shoulders and stared at him with a broken smile. "I forgive you, YN."

He nodded and cried again, finally getting the remorse and acceptance that he's been yearning and searching for months after realizing what he's done. "Thank you. I'm sorry again, Momo."

"That'll be your last, it's fine now." Momo warned him as he fixed his messy hair and wiped away his tears.

"I just have one more question to ask."

"What is it?"

"Have I... been a nice girlfriend to you?"

He stared at Momo's awaiting, curious and softened face. A teardrop flowed for one final time, to drain out every bit of pain he consumed.

He grabbed the back of her neck and gently pulled her close to land a tender kiss on her forehead. "You did more than enough for me, Momo. You're a great woman that I wasted the unconditional love you've been giving by being ungrateful and selfish, and I will forever bring that regret with me."

Momo timidly smiled for him and stepped away from his contact. Wanting to end this emotional moment between each other to avoid ruining the fun night, she came up something to talk with. "I know you have quite shared this with the girls earlier but I just wanted to know myself, how have you been doing these days?"

"I'm good, I'm still on my road to improve myself. I couldn't stand to let others see and continue to be the same guy that you used to encounter." He finally flashed the first bright smile for Momo away from their problems. Momo was proud and touched for his efforts and dedication that she implemented on him. "And you?"

"I'm happy. Even happier now that we've settled things peacefully."

"I've heard from Dahyun that there's this guy who's been seeing you these days, huh. How is he doing for you?"

Momo was taken back that he had to learn about that and mention it. "H-He's fine, but I want to make it clear to him that I don't want to be in a relationship yet." she shyly said.

"How about you? Will you be okay? Are you... gonna look for somebody to have an interest with?" Momo wondered.

"No, I don't think I will." He stated. "I'm not scared, I just want to be careful. I think it's better for me not to engage in this romance thing anymore, you know? I have learnt from my mistakes now." She understood and didn't spoke any further despite still having this pint of pity for the fallen man.

"And... why should I look for other, when you're still the one I choose?"

Momo stared at him, she blushed and uncontrollably smiled in an embarassed way after hearing that glimpse of the charming YN that never disappeared from him.

She spreaded her arms wholesomely and looked at her with a smile.

"I know I've said that I wanted to disregard your existence but... I didn't want to be cruel now that I've heard your side and I'm sorry for that because I have to admit...

Although you broke my heart, I still couldn't deny the truth that you're one of the most important person I've met and the first man who helped me explore how love could led us into elsewhere.

You still made me happy, YN. I can't just have it easy to throw you out of my life so... should we be friends again?"

He listened to her patiently and it was overwhelming in the end. "I don't deserve this at all, but I'm highly grateful to take it, Momo. Let's start fresh again." He shook his head and smiled.

You accepted her hug one more time and both took time to indulge how great it must felt've again to their part that they don't have to try pretend, carry a hatred, and keep their unspoken troubles for theirselves.

They are now freed from their own personal chaos and has now created a clean slate of their closeness and connection to each other.

They returned back together where they are approached by the girls who've been watching their melancholic yet heartfelt moment they shared in which they paused their fun to express their happiness for their friends on burying the hatchet between each other.

Both learning that they are currently happy with their own lives and has finally washed away their conflict, they realized that somehow helped each other to realize that maybe having a crazy stupid love with somebody was never really required to be happy and contented in life.

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tinypandacakes · 2 months

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Banana Bread — Simon Riley x f!reader

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Tags: Domestic fluff, established relationship, NSFW but not explicit, soft Simon, oral sex (f receiving, not described in detail)

A/N: Inspired by an ask from @chevygirl666 about Simon catching you dancing by yourself while cleaning. I was craving some softness ~ thinking about Simon coming home after a tough mission and the comfort you bring him 💕

Feel free to send me asks/ideas you’d like to see! sometimes I like to work on shorter things between fic updates :3

You blinked away the cobwebs of sleep as your eyes adjusted to the soft morning light streaming through the window, enjoying the hearth-like heat of Simon’s chest pressed against your back. It was so tempting to let yourself fall back into the creamy haze of sleep like this, to stretch out languidly in the shared warmth of a blanket cocoon.

You wanted to pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist just a little longer. But, you had chores awaiting you this morning, long overdue.

You slithered out from under a heavy arm slung around your waist, moving slowly so you didn’t wake him. Normally Simon was alert the second you so much as shifted in bed, eyes sharp in an instant, a firm forearm braced possessively across your middle — stay, mine. But this was the first morning back from a long deployment.

Weariness was etched at the edges of his eyes and the dark smudges beneath remained even after all the black paint had been wiped away. The corners of your mouth pulled down into a frown as you scanned his face, seeing a few tiny half-healed scratches peeking through five o’clock shadow. There was a new crease between his brows from being pinched together tightly for too long in the scowl he wore when he was stressed — maybe this had been an especially tough mission.

You’d let him sleep as long as he needed.

You imagined this was the first time in ages that he didn’t have to wake up just as the sun began to peek over the horizon, when the remaining chill of night was pulled into his lungs with his first cigarette of the day. You liked to think of him watching the sky lighten in cotton candy hues, enjoying a quiet moment to himself, catching up on your messages sent several time zones over—

waiting to return to something familiar and soft.

You stared at him as you hovered at the edge of the mattress, his blonde hair catching the sun in golden highlights, lashes near-translucent as they fanned over his cheekbones, lightly flushed pink. His cheeks were more hollow than you remembered, his arms leaner, abdomen flatter and more firm. Deployment always stole a bit of his bulk and softness. It had nearly stripped him bare this time, leaving only lean muscle, what was necessary to get the job done.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him.

Maybe you’d make banana bread this morning with those too-brown-to-eat bananas that had been sitting on your counter. Let him wake up to something warm and homemade to replace the little layer of softness you liked to see over his stomach. He joked once about how you were fattening him up, but underneath the teasing, you saw a flash of something that caused your heart to constrict. The bit of extra weight meant he was home, meant he was safe,

meant he was yours.

Your eyes slipped over the swell of his pecs to his side — you hadn’t yet asked about the bandage there, taped near the bottom of his ribcage. There hadn’t been time with the way he’d immediately opened the door last night, scooped you up, and brought you to bed, your mouth far too busy to ask those kinds of questions.

You reluctantly turned away from him and plucked up the clothing littered on the floor, the evidence of your reunion and shared passion. Last night, he’d hardly undressed you or himself before he was on you, hands nearly trembling with pent-up need, mouth devouring yours with a single-minded intensity that stole your breath — but you’d wanted to see all of him, feel all of him.

But now, the clothes all went into the hamper, except for his shirt. You slipped it over your head, oversized on you, smelling strongly of him, crushed pine and dew-laden cypress underneath the lingering scent of smoke and sweat. With a side-eyed glance toward the bed to make sure he wasn’t watching, you lifted the collar over your nose, inhaling deeply.

Your bare feet padded softly against the floor as you made your way to the kitchen, the soft cotton of his shirt swishing against your thighs. The stack of unwashed dishes in the sink mocked you, as did the takeout containers on the counter, flecks of fried rice hardened into the styrofoam. You went to make yourself a coffee, grimacing at the few remaining clean mugs in the cupboard.

Good thing you were cleaning today.

You slipped on your Bluetooth headphones and started some music as you began to work, first mixing up the batter for your banana bread while the oven heated up, then set to cleaning the new and old messes.

You placed your phone to the side next to your mug. Occasionally you sipped your drink or changed the song, but eventually you found a rhythm when one of your favorite songs came on. Your lips moved silently to the words as you wiped down the counter of some sticky spill, exaggerating the movement along with wide swings of your hips in time to the beat.

But just when you expected the song to end, it began again. You stood for a moment in confusion and went to check your phone only to find Simon standing at the end of the counter, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low over his hips, your phone gripped in his large palm.

You gave him a sheepish smile, happy to see him of course, but—

“Don’t stop, darlin’,” he said, voice gruff, still thick with sleep.

Heat blossomed across your face, embarrassment burning the tips of your ears at his discovery. You weren’t one for dancing usually, not unless there were a few stiff drinks involved — and the right company of course. But Simon’s brown eyes were fixed on you intently. There was no hint of mockery or teasing in the way his gaze dragged up and down your body, taking in the view of you clad only in his shirt.

When he met your eyes again, you saw something molten there, simmering low in earthen shades. Your stomach flipped. You hesitantly began to move a little and resumed cleaning as he’d requested, keenly aware of his stare boring into you, prickling the back of your neck. But soon you relaxed and reached to give your banana bread batter a quick stir.

Two large hands gripped your sides suddenly, nearly making you jump as they slid up and down, bunching your shirt up around your hips. Calloused fingers dug into your softness, denting where you were most plush. Warm breath tickled the nape of your neck as Simon bent to you. He plucked the buds out of your ears so the music began to play on your phone for both of you to hear.

“I like seeing you like this,” Simon rasped, pulling your body back against his, a firm wall of muscle. “So soft and sweet, wearin’ my shirt an’ all.”

It was immediately apparent how much he liked it, the thick length of him pressing right up against you, only restrained by a thin layer of woven fleece. His teeth sunk gently into the crook of your shoulder as you began to rock your hips in time to the music more confidently, swaying side to side with his guidance.

“Fuck, I missed you, doll,” he mumbled into your skin, pressing a line of kisses into the curve of your neck that had your ass pressing back against him. “It’s good to be home.”

“I missed you too,” you breathed, words skipping as one of his hands roamed around to the front of you, over your navel and across your soft tummy.

Toughened fingertips lowered between your thighs. “I can tell,” he said reverently.

Your head tilted back against his chest with a sigh when his hand found the same rhythm as the song. Cleaning was forgotten, all your tasks for the day a distant memory as you placed your hands over his, yours so much smaller and softer, not scarred or battered, highlighting the vast difference between your worlds.

But here, in your shared space, none of that mattered. It was just you, just him.

The song passed and moved on to something slower, and Simon guided you to lean forward until you were bent over the freshly wiped counter. He pushed your shirt up over your back and peppered the length of your spine with gentle kisses, hands gripping handfuls of your plump bottom. Simon’s lips found every bit of sensitive skin, all your favorite spots to be kissed as he worked his way down until he was on his knees. His mouth ended its journey with a tentative lick that had you rocking forward, locked in place between the countertop and him.

The now-preheated oven beeped, pulling your mind away from the moment and back onto your to-do list, the batter ready to be poured and baked.

“Oh! That’s—Let me go for a sec, just gotta put in the—”

You squeaked at the gentle nip at the back of your thigh, a warning and promise in one, firm hands keeping you right where he wanted you.

“Hush,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to soothe the faint indent of his teeth.

“But it’ll literally only take two—”

Another stripe of his tongue over you had your words fading, dissipating into the oven-heated kitchen air. Your eyelids fluttered shut, lashes fanned out over flushed cheeks.

“Just…let me enjoy this, first, yeah?” he asked, words mumbled into soaked flesh. He rubbed his bristly cheek into the silken skin of your inner thigh. “Been waitin’ for this for weeks.”

“Mmhm,” you conceded, a wet, muffled sound with your mouth pressed into your forearm.

Simon was a man of his word — and he showed you exactly how much he had missed you, acutely attentive to every whimper, every twitch of your legs that told him there, right there. His lips and teeth and tongue proved his devotion, slowing only to tease you and work you back up until your hands were clawing at the countertop, knocking into the bowl beside you.

You pushed it aside and arched your back against the countertop, offering yourself fully. Simon squeezed you everywhere you were soft as he rose and pushed down his sweatpants. You peeked over your shoulder at him, lips stretched into an inviting smile.

The banana bread could wait — just a little longer.

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astyrial · 3 months

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a dark roast darling bucky barnes x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: your favorite customer brings a friend to your coffee shop word count: 1k warnings: none, i’m a little obsessed masterlist | requests are open

a bright spring sun shines through the small coffee shop's windows. the little mural bringing in an array of vibrant colors and designs, bringing in the most unique customers. usually writers or artists will bring their supplies and relax under the warmth of the shop. however, there's one recurring customer who doesn't quite fit your usual clientele.

he'll walk in, leather jacket on and black gloves covering his hands. every time, he'd order a black coffee and question which baked good was your current favorite. the name he would have you write down is james, a rather common name for such an interesting man. james usually came in the earlier morning when the shop would be relatively empty.

except one time, an unusual event in which he brings a friend. his friend sporting a bomber jacket immediately greets you with a large smile on his face, "your shop is wonderful, my friend, bucky, here couldn't stop talking about it."

you take a peek over at james upon the new nickname, watching as a scowl grows on his face. his blue eyes carry a certain sharpness that only enhances as his friend talks you up. "thank you- i've worked hard to get it where it is now. i'm happy that, um, bucky enjoys it here. i do enjoy deciding my favorite pastry of the day," you give james a quick yet succinct wink.

through your peripheral vision, he's glancing in your direction and holding a nearly invisible smile on his face. "so, what would you guys like today? coffee? recently, some people talked us into making tea as well," you lean against the counter, hands pushing against the surface.

"just an iced coffee for me, some cream in it. if you wouldn't mind, beautiful," james' friend then hits his shoulder with the back of his hand, raising his eyebrows.

james nods and rests his hands on his hips, a certain strain of confidence overtaking him. the sun shines in through the windows and leaves a beautiful array of greens and oranges across his figure. you bite the inside of your cheek and look down at the cash register, unable to meet your favorite customer's eyes again.

"didn't peg you as an iced coffee fan, sam. black coffee... and uh what would you recommend for today?" james glares at his friend out of your view, embarrassed by his brazen behavior.

"well, buck, i definitely did peg you as a black coffee fan," 'sam' crosses his arms in front of his chest, pursing his lips.

as the two bicker slightly, you look over at the baked goods spread. from the croissants to the beautifully glazed donuts, you can't help but wonder which one he hasn't tried. on the very left sits a banana nut bread. it's not the most popular at your store by any means, but when someone likes it, they love it.

you finally look up at james as sam raises his hands in defense of something he said. james takes a look back at you and mouths a quick apology. his shoulders somewhat lowered in a clear expression of slight annoyance. not of you, of course, of his friend who can't help but antagonize james in everything he does.

"you should try the banana nut bread," you take a couple steps to the display and hover your hand over where the bread sits.

james nods and starts to pull out his wallet, "thanks, i appreciate the assistance, da- y/n."

"anything for you, uh bucky, odd nickname by the way. would ask you about that but i worry it may be a tumultuous name..." you take a glance at sam, grabbing the cash out of james' hand, feeling the extra thickness.

despite the add on of sam's coffee, it feels awfully thick for a thursday. you raise an eyebrow at him and begin sorting through the stack of ones. at the very end is an extra dollar for his black coffee that you always ensure him is not necessary. "what day is it james?"

"james?"

"thursday, however, i've brought an annoyance into your shop and i thought it was only fair," he rests one hand on the counter, trying to ignore sam's constant wondering about the name james.

you grab one of the dollar bills between your index and middle finger and reach it out to him. he nods, just barely biting his lip as he grabs it out of your hand, fingers brushing against each other. a string of electricity shocks you and sends your heart beating a little quicker.

"she calls you james? wow-" sam begins, bringing james out of the moment.

"sam, how about you wait outside and i'll come join you in a moment. then we can talk about this dilemma that you're so passionate about," he raises his eyebrows, demeanor slightly changing as he turns away from you, leaving you to begin on their drinks.

luckily both drinks are fairly easy to complete. meaning it doesn't take long for you to turn back around to find james standing there with an apologetic look. he purses his lips and opens his mouth without saying anything, like he doesn't quite know what to say.

"james, you don't have to explain anything. i actually have a friend who is very similar to mr. sam out there," you set down the black coffee and then the iced coffee, grabbing the banana bread to start cutting a piece from.

"but he still could've conducted this much better, i really am sorry, darling."

darling... for a moment, you had nearly forgotten about the endearing term he always calls you. heat rises to your cheeks as you pack up the bread to give it to him. when you finally do look up from the ever so intriguing bread, his gaze can't seem to find their way out of your eyes. you look away for a second, only to look back at him with a drunken smile.

he grabs the items and thanks you, taking a step away before turning back around and sighing, "actually, would you mind going out tomorrow night? dinner?"

"i thought you'd never ask, i close up at six," chills run down your back until it reaches your calves.

"great, once again, sorry for sam's behavior. he definitely won't be joining tomorrow night, darling," james winks and turns back around, exiting the shop to join his overzealous friend on their journey.

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jupiter-letters · 5 months

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Harvey being your husband would include

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: None

A/N: This is me finally putting into written form the things I think about Harvey doing. Yes I am in love with him, thanks for asking.

Waking up on a cool autumn day, the early morning light peeking in through the window. You see the sight of Harvey in a deep slumber beside you, cheek pressed into the pillow, hair messily strewn across his face and the pillow. The soft sounds of his snores along with the chirping of the birds outside. His eyes flutter and open to see you looking at him, he smiles at you. He rubs the sleep out his eyes and moves his hand to caress your shoulder. He stares into your eyes and traces random patterns on your arm. He asks you what you plan to do while he’s at work and tell you how much he’ll miss you when he’s gone.

After a hard day's work he tells you to take off your shoes for a personal foot massage and a nice cup of tea. He makes sure to remind you to get new shoes so your feet don’t hurt anymore. He moves up to rub your calves, and he tickles you under your knee. You slap his hands away and move to tickle his neck, he pulls you into a bear hug on the floor and you both can’t stop laughing.

Working in the fields during the summer, Harvey is on the porch with a misting fan and a new book. You stop for a moment and call his name. You make your way up to the porch and he pulls out a bottle of water for you. “I love watching you work, you always look beautiful when you work. You take such good care of the farm. I’d like you to teach me more about it so I can help out more.” He smiles up at you, cheeks flushed from the sun, his freckles more prominent.

Loving getting clean with him, showers or baths doesn’t matter to him. He runs a bath for you both, putting in all your favorite salts and scents. A candle or two don’t hurt either ;))) It’s a very large clawfoot tub to accommodate Harvey’s long legs otherwise it wouldn’t be very comfortable. Whether you sit back to chest or across from each other he doesn’t much of preference with that either. The feeling of your back against him and your head next to his is one of the best feelings in the world. Then again being able to look at you from across the tub, flushed from the hot water looking at him with a sweet smile, is everything.

Sneaking off together during the flower dance. Kissing each other breathless behind a tree. Feeling his hands gently cradling your face, he can’t stop giggling as he kisses you over and over again. Once you’ve had enough you fix each other's clothes and head back like nothing happened. Your friends all look at you both with knowing looks and laugh at his poorly redone tie.

Harvey walking around in his comfiest robe on his days off, shuffling in his slippers from his shelf of prized jazz vinyls to the record player on his desk. You watch him from the doorway humming along to the song and opening a new model plane box. He notices you out of the corner of his eye, he pulls you towards him. You both stand chest to chest, his hand behind your back, forehead to forehead. Enjoying each other's presence and gently swaying to the music.

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sinning-23 · 10 months

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper.

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh.

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding.

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn.

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else.

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to guide his face,

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?”

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa”

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks.

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes.

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and-

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner.

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you.

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head.

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain.

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice.

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp.

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave.

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off.

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused. What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing.

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks.

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them.

Servos

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight.

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp.

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met.

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited.

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods.

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now?

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears.

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact.

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not. He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased.

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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odetodilfs · 11 months

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Thighs on me

A/N: This was originally gonna be called "Legs around me" but I decided to change it because this title is actually more accurate, anyway enjoy! Pairing: sub!Dieter Bravo x dom!top!male!reader (not really top, but like, kind of)

CWs: SMUT, hickeys, established relationship, light biting, Oral Sex (reader giving), thigh fucking.

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You were reading a book quietly on the couch as you took the day to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet, it was about 10 am, the sun peeked through the window as you heard some steps, you turned around and of course it was your boyfriend Dieter, “Hey babe” he roped you in for a sleepy hug as you closed your arms around him, “you’re up so early” you commented, 10 am was early for him “just had to see you” he flirted, which made you feel a little fuzzy. When he sat on the table, that’s when you realized he had nothing underneath, making his thighs stick out. And they looked juicy, they were begging for you to get between them, silently.

You tried to concentrate on your book again, but it was almost like your eyes were being magnetically pulled towards his thighs, the way his whole lower half was airing out.. the way everything was showing except for his most private places was so hot, his dick and his balls were covered… but his thighs made for an equally pleasing sight and teased what was underneath. After a few minutes you couldn’t take it anymore and you went up to him and kissed him on the cheek. He relaxed as you enveloped him in your arms, pulling away after a few seconds and sneakily getting between his legs, “Oh?” he smiled down at you, like a massive mood shift, his thighs looked even better up close. “Dieter… please?” you begged him, he knew how much of a fan you were of his thighs, “Fine” he answered, ready to enjoy a good session of you between his legs, he sat on the couch and quickly you got to the place between his legs.

You looked up at him as you lightly bit his inner thigh as he whimpered, he knew how possessive you could get of his legs, he never knew why you were so in love with his thighs, but he was pulled out of his questioning by your teeth at his thigh, staying there for some time as you sucked hard at his right thigh, he winced in half pain half pleasure, “I love your thighs so much, Dieter” you said as you pulled away, he moaned at the sight of the hickey you just gave him on his inner thigh, “You like that Dieter? Like it when I mark your thighs all over?” he nodded, “Then I’ll do it again” you grinned at him real big as you sucked hard again, this time at his left thigh. Now there were two red marks on his legs, and your head between them topped it off for him, his dick was leaking precum, it looked so delicious.

You leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, he winced and whimpered in pain, making a borderline pathetic noise, a pathetic noise you enjoyed as you went back down to suck hickeys on his legs, “Fuck… how many more…?” he asked with a soft whimper,

“As many as I want to” you replied with a smirk, as you delved between on his thigh again and sucked at the skin, making him mewl in pleasure, he couldn’t help but feel a little pretty, seeing how much you loved this spot of his. By the time he could look back down to his thighs, there were 4 marks on each one, “Oh my god…” he moaned at the sight as you sucked his dick. His precum tasted salty sweet as your tongue swirled around his slit, he moaned in pleasure, that was his sensitive spot, so you swirled faster around it, making more precum leak directly onto your tongue.

You slowly started taking his cock deeper into your throat, he writhed in pleasure and his moans were extremely loud. When you finally got to the base, your nose was buried in his bush, you could smell the unique scent his bush had and your throat tightened around him. That was it, that was all he could take, he moaned extremely loudly and held your head down as he came down your throat, he was so deep in your throat you couldn’t even taste his seed. The hickeys you’d sucked on his thighs had already gotten him on the edge.

He half laid on the couch, his legs spread with you between them as you smirked with his cock on your face, you bit into his inner thigh softly one more time as he gave a weak moan, still coming down from his high. He started to get up on his weak legs, but you pulled him back down to the couch, “We’re not done yet, I have to get off too” you smirked as you flipped him horizontally on his back on the couch and took out your hard cock. You placed it between his legs and closed his thighs around it, he moaned as he realized what you were gonna do.

“Fuck..” you moaned as you made your first thrust, his thighs squeezed your cock just perfectly, Dieter’s mouth was open in shock and arousal.. how you were using his thighs for this purpose.. it was all so hot. You rutted into the tight space his thighs created, enjoying the feel of his skin on your cock as you thrusted over and over. Slowly, you started to lose yourself in the pleasure his thighs gave you, savoring his whimpers as your thrusts got faster and he squeezed his thighs together even more. You got tired of the position you were in, so you spread his legs again and spooned him, once again closing his thighs around you and beginning your thrusting again. This pose wasn’t comfortable though, so you changed back to what you were in originally, both of you chuckling at your silly mistake. So you fucked his thighs while he was on his back, the pretty sight of the hickeys you’d made making this even hotter and with how hard your thighs squeezed your cock.. you weren’t gonna last much longer. Your face contorted and Dieter could see how close to cumming you were, and his words pushed you over the edge “Please.. please..” he begged you for your load, and you gave it to him, spurting your cum all over his body and on his thighs, luckily not getting anything on the bathrobe.

You looked at Dieter below you, all sweaty in arousal and covered in your cum, “That was so, so fucking good” you complimented breathlessly, a weak smile was all Dieter could pull off, you scooped your cum with your fingers off of Dieters stomach as you put them close to his lips. He instantly licked it off of them, eager to taste you, “Let’s shower, okay?” you suggested, but Dieter shook his head, “Cuddles” he begged almost childishly,

“Fine, cuddles, but we shower later, you have my cum on you” you joked,

“Fine, shower later” he rolled his eyes as you hugged each other lovingly for the rest of the morning.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x male reader #gay #queer #x male reader #male reader

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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not just for kids

an: happy october! i am gonna make some halloween-ish fics i think. here is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: food mention, candy mention, sakusa being a party pooper, fluff, lowercase intentional

"just turn off the lights, this is stupid," sakusa groans, flopping himself onto the living room couch. "there's plenty of other houses in the neighborhood."

"so what omi! come on, it's our first halloween here! i want to be the fun house," you plead, holding the first of many bowls of candy in your arms. "besides, it's only 7:00. they've barely even started!"

with a dramatic groan, sakusa attempts to throw a pillow at you. he isn't going down without a fight.

sakusa hates halloween. he always has. even when he was younger, he didn't care too much for it. he isn't the biggest fan of sweets, staying up later than he needs to, and especially hates costumes of any kind. it isn't just the night itself. oh no, he hates it all. the movies, the pumpkin carving, the endless parties.

he sat through two hours of pumpkin carving last night, carving the most basic jack-o-lantern face possible into his. it took him ten minutes. the rest of the time he watched you use the tiniest, cheapest knife he's ever seen, from the kit you just had to have, making the most intricate design. he only sat through that because he was very entertained at the furrowed brows, extreme concentration, and delicate work you did on the dumb vegetable.

he also just really loves you.

"don't be so lame, kiyoomi!" you shout from your front door. "why do you hate this! you don't even have to say anything,"

he flips through channels on the tv, rolling his eyes at every station. does everyone have to play some stupid halloween movie?

"why would i be excited about handing out candy to kids, let alone candy that we bought. and they're getting it for free."

you huff, stomping over to the living room where your husband is sprawled out, clearly set on not moving any time soon. you grab the remote and shut off the tv.

"babe, i was-"

"please, kiyoomi! just for an hour? after that, i promise you can go sit down," you plead, giving him the best fake pout you can muster up. he rolls his eyes, standing up as slow as he can. you clap your hands together, pulling him by the arm to place a kiss on his cheek. "i owe you, so big. i promise, just an hour,"

"trust me, you're only getting an hour. then i'm going to bed."

shuffling over towards the front door, you flick on the porch light and wait. sakusa fights the grin that comes onto his face. you're so excited, rocking back and forth on your feet. he finds it adorable, but he's really trying to get out of this.

"what's so fun about this, anyway?"

you gasp. "everything! the decorations, everyone is so happy and excited. and the best part is," you grab the candy bowl in preparation. "the costumes!"

"that's the worst part."

"i'm talking about the kids! it's so cute, kiyoomi! i remember being so excited to dress up, i begged my mom every day to let me wear my costume."

he snorts. "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you peek through the window and squeal when you see your first group of trick or treaters coming up to the door.

"move omi! here they come!"

he steps to the side, wincing as the doorbell rings. that's going to get old.

you open the door, beaming as all the children shout "trick or treat!" you coo at them and reach into the bowl, grabbing the biggest handfuls of candy that you can. sakusa wants to stop you, wants to warn you that this is the first group, but it's no use.

"what do we have here? a dinosaur, a princess, and what are you?" you bend down to their level, and the kids smile wide at you. one boy looks at you with a toothy grin, and points to his chest. "i'm superman!"

you laugh. "that is so cool! i love it. enjoy you guys!" you wave at the parents, and as the kids run down the steps, you hear another group approach them.

"now that you gave away half the candy, let's just wait for a bit,"

"shush omi! awh, look at them!"

he sighs and looks at the kids. it looks like siblings, one girl and one boy. the girl looks to be some superhero of some kind, and the boy looks like a lion. he will admit, they're pretty cute.

"wait for your brother!" sakusa looks up and sees what looks like the parents waving at their kids. the boy and girl stop, and wobbling behind them is another little boy, no older than a toddler.

his costume?

a MSBY jersey, number 15. he's wearing little kneepads over his tights, and even has arm sleeves. by the time he reaches his siblings, you have already dropped candy in their buckets. sakusa comes into the doorframe and bends down.

"oh my god omi! look, he's you!"

sakusa can't stop staring. it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. without a second thought, he swipes the bowl out of your hands and dumps it into the toddlers bucket. the boy is a little too young to understand, but his siblings cheer.

"you win for best costume, bud."

giving the smallest thank you he's ever heard, the boy wobbles back down to his family. the parents wave, kneeling down to the boy with excitement. as you shut the door behind you, you can't help but smirk.

"now that you gave away half of the candy," you mock, and his cheeks turn pink.

"oh please. i know how much candy you bought. we have enough for 50 more of those bowls."

you walk over to his spot next to the door and pull him down for a kiss.

"halloween isn't so bad, huh?"

he kisses you again and smirks.

"it's fine. hey, do you think there will be more volleyball costumes?”

#sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #sakusa oneshot #hq fluff #hq imagine #hq x reader #sakusa x you

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Starlight *ੈ✩‧₊˚

🦙: pairing: Hyunjin & f!reader

🦙: genre: fluff, smut. 18-, DNI

🦙: synopsis: Hyunjin showers the reader with compliments making reader love that side of him even more

🦙: warnings: pet names, riding, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language. if i missed any, lmk!

🦙: words: 3.2k

🦙: a/n: this was originally going to be a drabble but, uh, yeahhh. please listen to Starlight by lofi fruits music and chill fruits music whilst reading this well, the first part of it 🙊 i was listening to it whilst writing the first half and it’s so calm 🥰

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fic/blogs out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! 🖤

i hope you all enjoy & like it! 🥰🖤

🦙: master list

Zero hundred hours. It’s a calm Saturday night with the occasional conversation from tipsy people that could be heard from a mile off. The streets are illuminated by street lamps. The crisp autumn air breezing in the air. Stars illuminate the sky with the moon.

You and Hyunjin are wrapped up in each other's arms, the sheets covering your naked skin, legs tangled with one another. Your head rested on Hyunjin's chest as his arm was loosely wrapped around your side.

His hair fanned out on his pillow. His naked skin against yours as his chest raised up and down at a steady pace. You could hear his heartbeat against your ear. The window was open to let some fresh air in after you and Hyunjin spent the night making passionate love to one another. The moonlight peeked in through the drapes, illuminating the room you both shared.

You hummed in content, closing your eyes as Hyunjin lightly feathered his fingertips up and down your arms, goosebumps appearing in his wake. It was silent, but a comfortable silence. A silence where you didn't need to say anything in order to make it less awkward.

That’s the beauty with being with someone you hold dearly to your heart. Everything feels comfortable.

You and Hyunjin met by accident. You had free time and was bored being at home so you decided to take your camera and take some photos of nature. Photo Taking is one of your favourite past times - although you didn't quite like the editing part of it.

You took photos of whatever you thought looked pretty. Trees, bushes, flowers, bees, butterflies, anything you could find, you took a photo off.

You were taking a photo of a tree. The leaves were turning into a gorgeous orange-red colour due to the change in season and you thought it would look prettier with the blue sky. You snapped a photo and looked at it before looking around.

That’s when you saw Hyunjin, dressed in jeans, trainers, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan. You were taken away by his beauty. You have never seen anyone - especially of the opposite sex - look so beautiful. You got the confidence to approach him and asked if you could take photos of him. He was a bit sceptical at first but he agreed.

You spent the majority of the day together, taking photos of one another and of nature - with the occasional café break. The clock hit 21:00, which surprised you. Times flies when you’re having fun - the saying goes.

You both called it a night but not before you exchanged details with one another. Upon returning to your apartment, you got to work in editing your photos on your laptop. You came across Hyunjin's, flicking through them and contemplating on whether they needed editing. You decided against it and posted them on your Instagram page, tagging Hyunjin in them.

Day and night ☀️🌙

Thank you to this beautiful prince for being my model. I had a wonderful time with you. I hope to see you again soon, my love — hwanghyunjin 💖

And you did see him again, a lot in fact. You spent a lot of time going on outings and small dates. Hyunjin would take you to a café, have a picnic in the park whilst photographing each other. You knew Hyunjin was passionate about art and you loved that side of him. He took you to an art museum, explained every detail of the art and the artist.

You listened with nothing more than admiration for his passion. His passion soon became your passion. You both soon found a new hobby in attending various art classes - from painting a bowl of fruit to practicing pottery.

Hyunjin never failed to amaze you with his artistic skills and he was so humble about it. He didn’t boast about it, whenever he got compliments, he would go shy and tell you to hush.

Four months passed of you two getting to know one another before Hyunjin asked you to be his. He took you to a rooftop restaurant, dining on only the finest of foods and wine. You were ecstatic, agreeing almost immediately. You have never felt so loved before. Hyunjin showers you with love and appreciation, but he also feels warm and welcoming.

Hyunjin is your home.

You moved to live with Hyunjin permanently after only two months of officially dating. Some would say it’s fast, but to you two, it felt right. Once you gave your belongings a new home, you plopped on the sofa next to Hyunjin. It felt right. It felt warm. This is home to you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, there are bumps in the road. It took you both a while to get used to one another - from clothes being left on the floor, to trash not being taken out, to stepping on one another's toes - you soon learnt that communication is key and settled on a routine.

Who would feed Kkami and walk him in the mornings, who would take out the trash, who would collect the mail, who would go grocery shopping and once this routine was established, it made things much easier for you both.

You sighed in content, eyes looking out the window as Hyunjin was lightly feathering his fingertips across your soft skin. The smell of your shampoo hitting his nostrils - it was a sickly sweet smell, one that he was so used to at this point, that it didn't phase him.

“Hyunjin?”

“Mhm?” The vibrations ripped from his chest and throat, tickling your ear a little.

“What are stars to you?” Hyunjin looked down at you before following your gaze to the starlit sky.

“Well, scientifically, they’re just balls of gas. But to me, they’re the souls of the many animals and people that, unfortunately, left the world.” His fingers made their way up to your hair, raking through it and occasionally massaging your scalp.

“But, why do they only come out at night?” You questioned, brows furrowed together as you continued to look at the sky.

“Because, my love, night time is when most people start to think and feel things they don't want to. When people start to relax and wind down after a long hard day, they think. So, the stars come out and illuminate the sky as if to say, ``I'm still here and you’re not alone.``”

You thought about what Hyunjin said, your heart swelling with love but also sadness. “Isn't it sad though, Hyunjin. That at some point, we will become little balls of stars in the sky, looking down on people.”

Hyunjin hummed, nodding slowly. “It is, my love. But we have to treasure what we have now. Make the most of the time we have together. Make wonderful and precious memories together, whether they be bad or good, happy or sad. As long as I am by your side and forever in your heart, I'm one happy and content man.

"You're happy with me, Hyunjin?" you asked as you lifted yourself up from his chest. Your hands planted firmly on the mattress to support your weight as the sheet shimmed down your body, pooling by your side. Your naked breasts on full display but Hyunjin kept his eyes locked on you at all time.

He reached up, his soft hands caressing your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye. You held his wrists, nuzzling into the palm of his hand.

"I'm more than happy, my love. You're my star that lights up the dull sky. My sunshine on a rainy day. You're a piece of art, painted by the finest artist that was made only for me. I'm loved by the most beautiful girl to have ever walked this planet."

You blushed, your cheeks turning as red as a tomato. You whined, feeling yourself go shy at his words. You kissed the palm of Hyunjin's hand as Hyunjin smiled softly at you.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N) like a goddess." Hyunjin whispered. You didn't know how to react or feel. All you know is that your stomach was full of butterflies, erupting and spreading through your entire body.

Your heart was beating so fast and hard against your ribcage, you could hear it in your ears. You whimpered, feeling Hyunjin's words not only make you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, but aroused.

you adore this side of him. It made you feel comfortable, loved and warm. You and Hyunjin are not afraid to try various things in the bedroom. You love when he is dominant, teasing you and making you cum for hours.

But you absolutely adore his passionate side. The slow, passionate sex that is filled with admiration and love, it drowns you. It turns a switch on inside you when he speaks nothing but passionate to you and about you, endless compliments spewing from his mouth.

"Hyunjin." You breathed out.

"What's up, my love?"

"I'm sorry but –" You shifted onto Hyunjin, straddling him. Your pussy hovering over his cock. Hyunjin chuckled, placing his hands on your thighs.

"You turned on? Did my words make you feel excited, gorgeous?" You mewled, nodding slowly.

"You were talking so sweetly to me." You blushed, leaning forward and planting your hands firmly on his chest 'I'm sorry, Hyunjin."

"don't be sorry. You can have all of me whenever you want, darling." Hyunjin's tone dropped an octave, his voice seductive.

Hyunjin reached up, holding the back of your head and pulling you in close. You closed your eyes, lips meeting one another in a passionate and love filled kiss.

The kiss made your body hot. His plump lips moved in perfect harmony with yours. Your lips fitted so well together – like you were made for each other.

Hyunjin slide his hand off your thigh and between your bodies. He cupped your pussy, your hips bucking into his hand as you whimpered against his lips. Hyunjin took the opportunity of your open mouth to slide his tongue in your warm mouth.

The wet muscle explored your mouth, no space left untouched. Soon, your tongues collided with one another. Pants and moans being exchanged between the two of you and saliva mixed together.

Hyunjin slowly circled your clit with his fingers, applying enough pressure to make you mewl into his mouth and hips buck in his hand.

Pleasure coursed through your body. You felt good – too good. you pulled away from his lips, cheeks coated in a pink tint. Your lips swollen as were Hyunjin's.

"Hyunjin, I don't need –"

"Sh. Just let me. i know we fucked a while ago but I still need to prepare you. Can't have you hurting yourself because you're impatient, darling." You whimpered, closing your eyes and moaning once you felt Hyunjin's finger being inserted inside you.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an O shape as he moved his fingers at a steady pace. His fingers curled and stroked your velvet walls. Your slick soon started to coat his fingers more and more with each thrust.

He soon hit your delicate spot, making you moan his name loudly.

"Good girl, (Y/N) you're such a good girl for me." His free hand moved up your stomach to your breasts, squeezing gently and playing with your sensitive bud.

"Hyunjin." You called out in a desperate moan.

As Hyunjin was providing you with so much pleasure, a sea of grey clouds covered up the many stars that illuminated the sky. Soon after, rain bounced off the concrete.

The sound of rain hitting the windows, concrete and leaves could be heard. The screeching from the unfortunate people who got caught was also heard, the sounds of their feet slapping against the wet concrete as they ran to shelter themselves from the heavy downpour

You didn't care. Your only focus was on Hyunjin and how skilful his fingers were moving inside you. Your eyes locked on Hyunjin's glossy and lustful eyes

"Hyunjin, please." You begged. Hyunjin chuckled and pulled his fingers out off you slowly, a whimper leaving your lips.

"Sh, my love. you know the saying – good things come to those who wait. so, why don't you do what you have been begging to do?" His lips turned up into a smirk.

You reached behind you, grabbing the base of his cock with your hand, giving it gentle and small strokes. You lifted your hips up, his tip brushing against your slick entrance.

You both grunted at the contact. You lined yourself up and slowly lowered yourself on him, his tip being encapsulated by your warmth. Hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut, his hands flying to your thighs, squeezing the squishy skin.

you lowered yourself further down until all of his length was inside you. The fullness was too much for you. The stretch and burn making you sweat and hiss a little. You stayed stationary, getting use to his size.

It took all of Hyunjin's willpower to not piston in you straight away. He knew you would be tight, even after fingering you. He didn't want to harm you.

Once you felt you was use to him, you slowly lifted up your hips before sliding down, setting a steady pace for yourself. You hummed as his cock stroked your walls, his tip so deep inside, you felt it in the pit of your stomach.

"Hyunjin, you're so deep inside me." You mewled. Hyunjin groaned, nails digging into the skin of your thighs. You smirked, feeling more comfortable so you picked up the pace.

Soon, you was slamming down on Hyunjin's cock. Your hands planting themselves firmly on his stomach to help you, your thighs burning from the constant action.

Groans and moans mixed in the room along with the sound of skin slapping together. Hyunjin let out the most delicious moan, making your pussy clench around him and shivers to run up and down your spine.

You stopped your movements, leaning back fully to show off your exposed breasts. You planted your hands firmly behind you on Hyunjin's thighs. Hyunjin watched you with eager eyes, watching and wondering what you were planning.

You smirked as you rolled your hips back and forth. The most delicious and sinful of movements caused the man below you to let out delicious moans.

"Fuck.. (Y/N)"

"Feel good, baby?" You cooed, picking up the pace a little. Hyunjin nodded, his mouth hanging open. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead to his temples, the ends of his hair wet with sweat.

He moved his hands onto your hips, helping you with your movements. You moaned, locking eyes with Hyunjin as his hands squeezed your hips.

You leaned forward, kissing him sloppily but also passionately. Hyunjin snaked his arms around your waist, keeping you still. Your breasts pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't hold back. please bear with me."

Hyunjin thrusted inside you from below, setting a fast pace. Every inch of his cock stroked your wet walls, his tip hitting your sweet spot in an instant.

"H-Hyunjin." You panted, body going limp as you buried your sweaty face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, you just– felt too good around me. Your cunt is so warm and welcoming. It's so good to me, doll. I can't – fuck. I feel like I'm losing it." Hyunjin's desperate words rang through your body, straight to your core. Your walls squeezed around Hyunjin's cock.

a string of curses fell from the man's lips as he pistoned you fast. "I'm sorry, im so sorry."

Your eyes widen as you was suddenly flipped onto your back, Hyunjin towering over you. His sweaty hair fell past his face, his chest rising in time with his laboured pants.

He looked fucked out, feral. You liked that. You loved how quickly Hyunjin could get pussy drunk. Your body is so use to him that it remembers his size and techniques.

Hyunjin grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest, lifting your hips slightly up off the mattress. He went back to thrusting inside you, this time, with a bit more power due to the position.

You gripped onto the sheets tight until your knuckles turned white. Your head turning to the side as pleasure overtook your mind. Your mouth hung open as skin slapped harshly against each other.

Your ability to form words had disappeared out off the open window. The only moans that could be heard was Hyunjin, who was feral and lost in the feeling.

Hyunjin continued to thrust deep and powerful, hitting your sweet spot. Your eyes started to pool with tears, spilling over from the corners of your eyes. Saliva fell from the corner of your lips and landed on your pillow.

"(Y/N) look at me." Hyunjin struggled to say through his moans.

You turned your head to look at him, your hair sticking to your forehead as tears fell down your cheeks. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out silent moans and cries.

"Beautiful, so fucking beautiful. And it's all for me to see." Your walls tighten around Hyunjin again, a low grunt escaping from his throat.

you felt too good. The pleasure was so much in such a short amount of time. You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening with each thrust and each hit of your sweet spot.

"H-Hyunjin." you called out, voice raspy from how dry your throat is.

"Me too, doll. Me too." His movements sloppy, fingers gripping your thighs, leaving marks behind. He squeezed his eyes shut as he helped himself and you chase your highs.

It didn't take long before your toes curled and back arched off the mattress. Your walls clamped around Hyunjin as his name fell past your lips as well as a string of "Fucks" Your orgasm washed over, making you see stars.

You gripped onto the sheets, legs trembling in Hyunjin's grip. You whined loudly as your breathing was rapid. Hyunjin's movements stopped, his head hung low as his hair covered his face.

He grunted, emptying himself inside you, coating your walls white with his cum. His hips thrusting shallowly to ride out his high. He took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing before pulling out off you and placing your limp legs on the mattress.

He leaned over you, stroking your sweaty hair softly. You looked up at him, smiling sleepily.

"How do you feel, my love?" He asked, voice laced with some concern, but mainly love.

"Tired. I want to sleep Hyunjin."

"I know, doll. But you know the rules. No sleep until you are clean and hydrated."

"Aftercare is just as important." You both said at the same time, causing you both to burst into fits of giggles.

"I know Hyunjin. You're so caring to me." you stroked his cheek gently

"that's because I'm so deeply in love with you, doll."

"Forever?" You held up your pinkie finger.

He linked his own pinkie finger with yours, kissing them both softly as he looked in your eyes.

"For eternity."

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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Bayverse hotrod w gn human reader who literally melts if he ever flirts w them in french???

The entire movie I just wanted- no NEEDED for him to call me either mademoiselle or monsieur whilst he flirt w me cause damn I'd honestly be so flustered to even say a coherent sentence

OMG OMG OMG, WE ARE ALIKE FR FR. I am a big big BIG bayverse!HotRod lover, i simple love all Hot Rod's but him, you are right my friend! French is jsut sooo, you can't go wrong with flirting with it. Anyways, Here is you request. Enjoy :)

Pairing: Bayverse!HotRod x GN!Human

Warning: french(I know you some ppl dont like the french), fluff,

The bot leaned into the window your desk sat in front of, perfectly situated so he could keep you company why you worked. Your fingers caught typing on your laptop, the seven tabs keeping you from talking with your dearly beloved french bot. You peeked up over the laptop, watching as his optics scanned the room for the 500th time over the years, you glanced back down at your screen but looking back up to see him now staring at you.

“You know not a single one of these pieces are as beautiful as you, mademoiselle/monsieur.”

You looked away, you had no words, all of a sudden the air felt hot. Your collared shirt was starting to get tight around your neck, your hands were starting to get sweaty, and the tab you were looking at wasn’t making any sense. You got up and turned the fan towards you, standing in front of it. Maybe it was just summer air, especially being in Europe, in an old ass castle, that doesn’t even have good ac.

“Quoi, fondant comme du chocolat, ma chérie.”

“What, melting like chocolate, My darling.”

The room was getting hotter, how on fucking earth was it doing that, your hand came up to the first few buttons on your shirt, Undoing them and then moving down to grab the fabric in a pinch and pulling away and then back again, in a attempt to cool your skin. Why did he decide today is the day, he knows exactly what he's doing after all. He made the connection, you melting to french and flirting. Sometimes he could be so evil.

His optics scanned you from the window, watching you do everything in your power to cool down, from fanning yourself with a magazine, to standing in front of the fan to also holding a fresh out of the fridge water bottle to the back of your neck. Even in the middle of a heat wave summer, and sweating your own personal pool, you still looked gorgeous to him.

You turned to go back to our desk, sitting down and pressing a few buttons to light it up. You couldn’t tell if you were hot because of the 98 degree weather or if you really were melting because of him, but either way you didn’t care. He was flirting with you, arm perched on the bottom window, leaned in and resting his helm back.

“Alright, Hot Rod, Tell me what happened again.”

Sitting up in your chair and looking through your tabs, You wanted him to continue the story, you know the one about the lady who hit him with a polo mallet. He lifted his head and nodded.

“Yes, Yes, I still forget you weren’t there.”

You nodded, typing on your computer. His story was detailed, pointing out exact moments he thought you’d enjoy. At some point he was so into this story he was waving his hands around in a frenzy explaining it. His jokes were funny, funny enough to stop you from typing and move a hand to facepalm while laughing. Your laugh, he loved it, If he could he would make you laugh all the time just to hear it. When you looked up from laughing you could see his optics staring at you, almost like a puppy and you had his treats, his treats being your laugh, your existence, your everything.

“Do that again, it’s quite cute, Mademoiselle/Monsieur.”

You melted, hands stopped typing as you got up from your desk. It’s getting hot again, extremely hot, too hot. You decided you’d do the only thing you know how, kiss him to shut up. You might die if he keeps that up, and you weren’t trying to do that. You walked over to him, placing your hand on his elbow. He watched intently before moving, the hand on his elbow lifted when you saw he was attempting to move. Fixing his posture before gently grabbing your hand with his servo and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss.

“I’ll tone it down Mademoiselle/Monsieur, can’t have you melting just yet.”

#transformers #hot rod #transformers bayverse #bayverse #bayverse hot rod #transformers x reader #tf hot rod #can i even tag rodimus #imma tag rodimus #rodimus x reader #hot rod x reader #hot rod again #stars writings #tf hot rod x reader #french robot

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sugawhaaa · 10 months

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Felix x reader Part. 1

"Im just doing my job."

💄Warnings::foul language used

🍦genre::fluff, non idol AU, one bed trope, slow burn

🌙pairing::security guard!Felix x famous!fem!reader

🏷A/N:: at first this idea seemed kinda cringe but now that I'm writing it I'm like, omg...also the next (estimated) 2 parts won't be as long (hopefully) because I had to introduce you to the world of this fanfic 😭

Your father is a worldwide famous actor that is constantly working. He may as well be royalty based on the way he's treated at work. Meanwhile your mother is a kpop artist that is still producing as a soloist. The three of you lived in basically a mansion of a house. All your life you've been harassed by cameras and interviewers, you willingly go to interviews but getting harassed at airports? Not so much. You understand the fact that at interviews all they're going to be asking you about is your parents but it always seems to be that as soon as anyone hears about your parents being well your parents they flip.

Comments such as "really you look nothing like them!" Or "gosh you must be so young!" Get hurtful and repetitive.

But nothing is worse than getting bothered at your own house. You'll be eating dinner when there's people peeking through the windows or recording you getting changed at night. Your parents became aware of these creeps and stalkers and gave you, what they call, an assistant. His name? Lee Yongbok is his Korean name but he prefers being called Felix when not in business. He's very kind and generous but his speech seems to be limited when it comes to you and he's very stern and serious.

You can't help but feel bad for him. He has just as busy a schedule that you do and sometimes he does chores for you. He stays cool and calm and says it's nothing but is it really? He gets tired and often gets headaches. You offer him medicine but he refuses and uses his hands to massage his head instead. Felix often spends late nights with you and babysits you when your parents are out to simply enjoy themselves or do something for work.

Since you are now 18 years of age you've been thinking. What am I going to do with life?

Ever since you were only a kid people asked you what your plans for your future are but they always give you two options. As an example an interviewer would ask "what are your plans for the future? Do you want to follow your mother's footsteps or your fathers?" You always try to explain in a kind way that both sound like promising futures but it might not be for you. Then they'll ask "Oh what else do you have in mind then?"

Your honest answer? I don't know. But you have to give fans and TV more of an answer than that. You always bullshit it and come up with some random career and go with that.

People also often ask about your school life, but ever since about 4th grade you've been home schooled. By a professional of course. Your parents wouldn't want anything less. Your teacher's name was Namjoon. He was very witty and knowledgeable about anything and everything. He was quick and knew lots about other countries, he's explored a vast amount of countries and often tells you about them. Felix isn't often around when Namjoon is but you just know that Felix would love him! Felix was born in Australia and Namjoon has been there on multiple occasions so they'd get along well.

As of right now it's mid may, close to June and you are so done with schooling. Only about two months left and you're done. For a while. But there's also traveling, interviews for jobs and TV, hotel rooms, stalkers, busy cities, waiting around the hotel while your parents film or talk business with their staff. Felix usually doesn't come with you on these trips so it gets extra boring real quick. You're in all these different places around the world but you don't get even 5 seconds to enjoy it before getting dragged to a hotel or filming set.

Today you woke up kind of late, around 10 am, and you instantly grabbed your phone to wake yourself up. You scrolled through some YouTube shorts when you saw a thumbnail for a short video. It mentioned your mother so you kept on reading the title and it said "M/N L/N caught cheating on husband! (She's been married to D/N for 13 years!!!)"

You rolled your eyes "it's been 14 years actually." you thought to yourself. You turned off your phone and hauled yourself out of bed and slipped on your shark slippers. You stretched and headed for the bathroom just down the hall from your room. When you opened your door you heard some cooking sounds from the kitchen downstairs and a delicious smell of bacon and eggs. Smells like moms cooking.

You used the washroom and as you were washing your hands you looked up into the mirror to see your awful bed head. Right…you went to bed with wet hair last night. You dried off your hands and when you opened the door you heard your mother call your name. You went over to the indoor balcony in your house and looked down to see your mother "Yes?" You called out.

"C'mere I have something important to tell you," you looked shocked and went down the nearby staircase. You rubbed your eyes as you went over to your mother in her pink house coat and cat slippers. "There's a slight change in plans. We're leaving for Australia today!" She said with a bright smile as she flipped an egg. You smiled with her.

"When do we leave!" You said basically jumping.

"1 pm!" She grinned as your jaw dropped.

"That's in four hours!" You freaked as your mom nodded.

"I already made you an Australian breakfast," she smiled as she handed you a plate. You thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before running to your room. You had nearly nothing packed! You were supposed to leave in roughly four days so you had like one outfit planned. It had a beret, long sleeve white dress, burnt pranced sweater and some basic sneakers.

Other than that you had nothing! You ate your breakfast really fast and got all the necessities. Hair brush, tooth brush, hair clips, make-up, skincare, pads, extra change of under garments, meds, bandaids everything! Time for clothes and hair accessories. You checked the time and only an hour had passed but your phone was at 18%!

Ugh could anything else go wrong today?!

You plugged in your phone and started putting outfits together. You finished all the clothing in about 30 minutes, not too bad considering. You then got in the shower and did your 50 step routine. At the end you relaxed a bit in the warm water but only 2 minutes into relaxation the water got cold. That doesn't happen too often but everyone's probably showering right now. You dried off and did some simple skin care before you ran into your mother in the hallway.

"Whoa dear, relax." She giggled before taking a deep breath, she influenced you to do the same and you copied her. After a few deep breaths your mother oh'd. "I forgot to tell you," she said after hugging you. You looked at her with a confused and curious look. "Mr. Yongbok is coming with us!" She clapped and your face lit up.

"Oh! He's gonna love that!" You said happily when your mother got a notification on her watch. She whipped out her wrist to check what it said and you quickly looked at the time on her watch. "12:13!? Damn I'm doing pretty good on time," you smirked before saying bye to your mother and going back to your room to keep packing. You packed some things that you might not need as much as you played some upbeat music. Bathing suit, housecoat, slippers, fidget toys, you know all the things that are kinda unnecessary to have a good time. You then dried your hair, styled it and did some simple but cute makeup. Then it hit you.

"I don't have an outfit to wear today!"

You put together a comfy yet cute outfit and finally got to sit down and relax on your phone but time goes by fast. Soon it was time to start heading for the airport.

You and your family brought everything out to your big black car. One of your mother's staff was going to be driving you all there and helping with luggage.

When you arrived at the airport you managed to spot Yongbok in the crowd. His long sandy hair covered his eyes as he looked down at his phone. You went over to him and he looked up before a squishy smile appeared on his face. You two chatted while sitting on a bench in a private section. The adults all discussed important matters while you and Felix talked about a video game you were playing on your phone.

"So they're all cookies…?" He questioned as he leaned in to see your phone screen.

"Yup!" You nodded as the cookies on your phone battled.

"And they fight for their kingdom that you are in charge of?" He tilted his head as he looked at your focused eyes. You nodded again while humming. Your plane was then called to board, you and Felix got all of your things together and got on the plan. You were in first class today and this was Felix's first time up here. He embarrassingly asked a lot of questions during the whole flight. You thought it was cute but he found it embarrassing.

"Oh I've never asked you before," you started, catching Felix's attention. "How old are you?"

"Oh I'm twenty," he chuckled before putting a black mask on.

"Really!?" You said with pure shock. "You look so much younger…" you looked at him intensely.

"How old did you think I was!?" He laughed "I am technically your security guard. I wouldn't really be in this position if I wasn't at least 18." He made a good point. But still he looked so young and handsome. You laid back in your comfy seat and closed your eyes with a sigh. "Tired?" Felix whispered in that deep, steady voice of his. He was so close to your ear and it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Mhm" you nodded before relaxing your face again. Felix let you rest on the way to Australia.

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You woke up to Felix calling your name and gently shaking your arm. You woke up confused as fuck. "What? What?" You groaned as you looked around the plane.

"We're almost there, I just wanted to make sure you were awake enough when we got there," he said before handing you some water. You drank it, the cold liquid going down your dry throat. Your lips popped off the lid and you took a breath. You nodded and handed it to Felix. He took it and set it away again.

"Are you excited to be back home?" You smiled at him.

"Of course." You saw his eyes smile just above his mask. "Are you?" He said as his fluffy hair turned your way.

"I love Australia. I think it's a beautiful place, other than the spiders," you said, making Felix chuckle. "But I hardly ever get to go out and see these places we visit." You said sadly.

"Oh? Why?" Felix seemed to misunderstand this entire trip. Maybe he thought he was going to be able to see the old parks he went to and old restaurants he went to. Hopefully he isn't too upset.

"Well…" you gestured for him to lean closer to you. "My parents don't usually let me go out. They usually leave me in the hotel while they're out and about." You whispered in his ear so your parents wouldn't hear you talking bad about their treatment towards you. Felix looked surprised and disappointed.

"Hopefully we can go out and just hang about!" He smiled with his eyes again. You nodded before going back to looking out the window.

"Oh we're almost there!" You said pointing your finger at the window.

After you all landed on the safe Australian land Felix took a deep breath and took in the landscape.

"You and your parents know English right?" Felix mumbled as he leaned over to you.

"Um the basics?" You shrugged. Felix face palmed and went to go talk to your parents, leaving your side empty. They talked a lot and worked out a plan and after an s-class car ride to your 5 star hotel you finally got to feel the comfort of a soft squishy bed. But before that…

"I think we should divide the rooms by two. You and Felix go in one and me and D/N will go in the other," your mom smiled and everyone agreed. You arrived on the 5th floor and found your room. Felix opened it and let you in first. You jumped on the bed and soaked in the soft sheets. You let out a deep sigh.

"So comfy~" you said as you cuddled up in the blankets. When Felix walked in with both of your bags he scanned the room. His eyes landed upon this little bench by the window. There was something weird about it, he bent down to look at it. He pulled off one of the cushions and found a camera. He kicked it extremely hard, shattering it and shooting the pieces all across the room. You instantly sat up and looked at the mess he had made. He started picking up the pieces of glass and plastic. You got off the bed to help him.

"Careful." He said standing up and putting a hand in front of you. "There's glass." He said before bending back down to clean it up.

"I'm literally wearing shoes," you laughed.

"Still don't wanna risk my princess getting hurt,"

You blushed at what he just called you. Not only princess but HIS princess. Your heart fluttered as you sat on the bed, cheeks hot. "S-sorry." He blushed as he swept up the glass with a little hand broom from the bathroom. "I used to call my little sister that and you remind me of her so it kinda slipped out…" he explained.

"Don't worry I liked it," you said with a wave of your hands. An awkward silence fell upon the room. Thankfully a knock on the door broke the silence. Felix immediately shot up and headed for the door. "I'll get it." You said putting your hand up to his chest to stop him in his tracks.

"What if it's a creep?"

"Felix. It's fine."

"There was already a camera in here."

You rolled your eyes and opened the door. It was just a staff member bringing your extra luggage. You thanked him with a bow and started taking out some of your luggage. Meanwhile Felix checked all the mirrors for cameras and made sure everything was safe.

Your parents then messaged you saying they were going to a meeting and you were free to roam around with Felix. Your face lit up.

"Felix, Felix, Felix!" You said jumping up off the bed and over to him, your phone in hand. He turned to you. "My mom said we can go roam around as long as we stay near the hotel!" You basically jumped with excitement and Felix's face lit up as well. "But I'm kind of tired…" you said with disappointment.

"It's okay," Felix said as he put his strong, boney hands on your bare shoulders. "There's an ice cream shop just down the street from here. It's really good and the staff are always very friendly. After that we can come back here and relax until you want to sleep."

You nodded and started getting ready. "Also your mother deposited $400 to your account." He said after he checked his phone while you brushed your hair and put cute clips in it.

"Okay tell her I said thank you please," you said as you topped up your makeup. With that Felix started typing on his phone while still standing in the same spot as 5 minutes ago. You grabbed a purse out of your suitcase and pulled Felix out the door with you. You grabbed onto his arm with both of your arms. He guided you to the ice cream stand and you both had a wonderful time eating your ice cream. Felix got a reeses pieces flavor and you got (flavor of choice) as you walked down the street in the dim lights finishing off your ice cream you looked at Felix. His cute freckles scattered across his face, his wavy hair so effortlessly perfect, his eyes big and pure, full of wonder, his puffy lips shaped like that of a chick, his eyebrows dark and sharp, his jawline handsome and fair. As you were admiring his every feature he looked down at you and your eyes instantly shot away. His little beak lips formed a smile before going back to his ice cream.

When you arrived at the hotel to sleep for the night you realized, there's only one bed!

Felix had previously set his things on the cushioned bench by the window so he started heading for that. He was adjusting the pillows when you stopped.

"Sleep on the bed tonight, it's okay!" You said putting your hand on his back.

"No, no, you take the bed."

"No, I insist you use it tonight."

"No, I insist." You bickered back and forth.

"How about we both just use the bed?" You said crossing your arms as you awaited his response.

"As long as you don't mind sharing." He said as he dragged his things over to the nightstand. You went to the washroom and changed your clothes while you were in there. Meanwhile, without you knowing, Felix was also getting changed. You stepped out of the bathroom in your cute short pajamas to find Felix shirtless with his fly undone, a shirt in between his arms being prepared to be put on. You gawked at the sight before you caught his eyes on you.

"S-sorry!" You jumped and turned around, covering your eyes. Felix just laughed.

"Sorry, I'm used to having just guys around…" he said as he continued to change without your eyes staring him down.

"That's understandable, I almost did the same!" You said as you rolled on your heels. The sound of his belt and pants hitting the floor making your cheeks heat up.

"Perhaps it's because, I feel comfortable around you…" he muttered as he put on some shorts.

"I feel the same." You smiled "I'm glad you feel comfortable with me and I hope you keep these feelings!" You said before turning around to see him heading for the left side of the bed. Felix smiled and you two started chatting about your experiences with each other. First impressions, embarrassing moments, close calls etc.

Eventually you got tired and turned out the lights. Hours later you still lay awake looking out the window at all the city lights lighting up the midnight sky.

"Can't sleep?" Felix asked in a deep voice.

"Nope." You sighed. "You should focus on sleeping instead of me,"

"But it's my job," Felix chuckled.

"That power kick you did earlier was dope." You giggled to yourself.

"Haha, just doing my job!" He laughed.

"Still, every time you do that I get more and more impressed." You smiled as you rolled over to look at him, his eyes already on you.

"Do you know what the plan for tomorrow is?" He asked with pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Nope." You said with a light roll of your eyes.

"Either way we should get some sleep. Goodnight, princess," he said as he rolled back over to face the wall. Your cheeks were hot and the butterflies in your tummy were going insane at his choice of words.

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arcielee · 10 months

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Farewell Wanderlust

Warnings: As always, MDNI, 18+ past trauma mentioned, sexual themes, unprotected sex, grinding, oral (female receiving), fighting and death, holy ground being disturbed? Pairing: Osferth x OFC Word Count: 5138 Summary: Torn from her home country, Keavy finds herself trying to survive across the Irish sea. She happens across Uhtred and his motley crew, and finds herself befriending a monk who is determined to become a warrior. Author’s Note: I apologize for the delay, irl is being tedious for me, but I very much know how this story will end. We have one more chapter to go! It is still very much a hybrid of the show and the books, with me adding flare as needed to fit the narrative. Anyway, enjoy. 💜 Thank you @theromanticegoist for being my beta reader and offering me a sliver of your insight and talent. Thank you my darling @itbmojojoejo for the gif you took the time to create for me. 💜 Dividers are by @saradika Taglist (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @tssf-imagines @triscy @whoknows333 @shesjustanothergeek @greenowlfactif @larlarmojo @babyblue711 @fangirlninja67 @tinykryptonitewerewolf @lauftivy @vintageypanwitch @heimtathurs (bold means I was unable to tag you!)

Chapter 6

Keavy awoke to the morning light streaming through the cloth that was pinned over the window, allowing a muted, dawning glow to fill the room. She wiped the haze from her eyes and realized the intimate tangle of bare limbs beneath the furs; her gaze moved from the nightstand, from the candle that burnt to its wick and its wax spill onto the wood, and drifted to Osferth, who was curled at her side.

Her slight movement stirred him and he gave a sleepy groan, his arm reaching to wrap around her waist and pulling her against his torso. Soft laughter spilled from her lips with the tickle of his chest hair, his lips soft against her hairline. “Good morning,” she whispered, craning her neck with a phantom kiss to his jawline.

Osferth hummed, tilting his chin downwards to find her lips. “Good morning, beautiful,” his voice was drowsy and each word punctuated with a gentle kiss.

She burned from his touch, from his words–no man before had called her beautiful, especially not a Saxon man. “Do not tease me, Osferth,” her breath fanned his cheeks and she saw his dimples peeked with his smile.

“I would never,” and he kissed her again.

Keavy smiled against the press of his lips, shifting to spread her legs as he moved closer, cradled against her hips; he hummed his pleasure, careful to place his weight on his arms that were propped on both sides, with a slow rhythm of his hips. She sighed as his hardness pressed between her thighs, the genial rub against the flush of her arousal.

“Osferth,” she gasped, arching against him. “I shall never grow tired of this.”

“Do not tempt me,” his mouth moved along the column of her neck, placing kisses until he came to the junction of her shoulder and nipping softly; she sighed again, her skin raising in response. “I may never allow you to leave.”

But inevitably they would, the begrudging pull from the sex soaked linen and allowing the cool air to nip at their skin. Keavy poured the chilled water from the ewer into the porcelain basin and they were quick to clean and dress; she fetched a small vial and her pecten to comb through her dark locks.

She palmed the rose oil gifted from Gisela, working it into her curls, which allowed the polished bone to glide through to style. Osferth came up behind her, his hands gentle to touch and his fingers threaded through to finish braiding her hair. “A man of many talents,” she teased him, her cheeks crimson with his gesture.

“Of course,” his voice low, his attention focused as he knotted the end. “How else do you believe Sihtric manages his hair?”

Her laughter was lyrical, and he smiled; she reached for his hand, her fingers interlacing with his own, and he pulled her outside. The fallen fresh snow glittered with the sun’s light and their breath was white clouds that rose above them; their hands knitted with a soft swing that synchronized with their slow steps as they made their way towards the great hall.

The doors groaned open and the attention shifted towards them; it was the Irishman who began his cheer, with the rest following. “It’s about fucking time,” and Finan’s smile was bright against his dark beard, while a rose color dusted their features as they took their seats at the table to join them.

Winter settled over, which kept the men in Coccham; Keavy did not mind and enjoyed the new comfort with the new routine. She slowly created space for Osferth within her room, enjoying how his scent lingered over the shared space, especially in the furs and blankets from when they curled beneath them, sharing an intimate warmth as they talked about their days.

Outside of Coccham, the snow billowed high against the walls and isolated the village from the rest of Wessex. The inside thrummed still, with pathways that weaved within, the spirits high from the rich harvest despite the cold. An occasional traveler would wander through, taking a moment by the fire and delivering any letters, one which was addressed to Osferth from Lady Æthelflæd.

That night the great hall was alive with liquored cheer, but her focus remained on Osferth as he stepped away a moment to break the seal. To the untrained eye, it could be considered an eager want to read the letter from his kin, but Keavy saw the brief press of his lips into a thin line and the flicker of worry that knitted between his brows as his eyes flitted over the parchment in hand.

Keavy did not wish to draw any attention, but waited as the night waned away, when they began to file out into the night to find their beds. She reached for his hand and they returned to the privacy of the room they now shared, which was dark with a slight chill. Once the door was closed and candles lit, she felt Osferth press up against her, a pillar of warmth on her backside; she sighed as his arms wrapped around her waist, his face nuzzling beneath her scarf and the soft press of his lips to her skin.

“What news did your sister have for you?” Her hand reached back, her fingers combing through his golden locks towards the back of his head.

Osferth hummed and she felt the curl of his lips into a smile. “You read me as well as her words written.”

She turned in his arms to face him, pressing to her tiptoes for a chaste kiss in response. “With the time I have invested, Osferth, I should hope so,” her brow raised to hint the teasing of her tone. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her own for a moment, slow breaths to intake her fragrance of lavender and thyme, her hint of rose oil in her tresses. Osferth pulled back, taking her hand and moving to sink into the straw mattress.

Keavy followed him, but remained standing between his legs, quiet and watchful as his long, slender fingers that played with her own, his forehead lined as he struggled to find the words. “My father,” he began but it was said as if there was a bitter taste to his tongue. Osferth swallowed and began again. “The king’s health has been failing.”

In the last few years, King Alfred had the reputation for being perpetually ill but without actually dying; Lady Æthelflæd wrote her worry that their father’s luck, or perhaps the favor with his God, was finally coming to an end, or so she believed. “I know he will reach out to Uhtred when winter ends,” and he finally met with her eyes, a glassy shine to his brilliant blue. “Perhaps to ask that Uhtred swear his fealty to Edward.”

She nodded, aware that Æthelflæd was his sister but that Edward was always referred to by his name. “He would never agree to it,” Keavy whispered, one hand coming to touch his jaw. “To swear fealty to a boy would last until the end of his life.”

Osferth nodded and his lashes fluttered closed, leaning into her touch and releasing the hold of her hand; she moved to touch the other side of his face and he reopened his eyes, looking up at her once again.

Before their intimacy finally bloomed between them, she had first become his confidant and, in return, he was her haven embodied. Right now she saw the solemn severity that lined his features, she saw the uncertainty, the weight of the future of Wessex, a burden not belonging and, at the same time, imbedded into his blood.

Her thumb trailed the sharp edge of his jawline. “Let the king call for Uhtred when the snow melts, he will handle him,” and her tone grew coy, “but right now the snow piles high and we must stay warm to survive.”

She leaned forward, another chaste kiss to tease his lips, and his hands moved in response, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. Keavy grabbed fistfuls of her skirt, rutting the fabric up to straddle him, the soft plush of her thighs caging him to the bed.

His hold moved to cradle her lower back, pulling her against his chest, his head tilting back and pressing his lips to the underside of her jaw. “We must stay warm,” his hot whisper tickled and she tried to pull back with a smile, a giggle, but his grip held and brought her back, capturing her lips with his own.

Keavy moaned and his clever tongue deepen the kiss, as if he was drawing the very breath from her lungs; she wrapped her arms around his neck, leveraging for a slow grind forward against the hardness that pressed through the crotch of his trousers, pulsating from the pressure of her clothed cunt.

Osferth groaned into her mouth and the vibration sent a trickling desire down the length of her spine; his tongue tasted her, his dexterous fingers loosening the ribbons that laced her backside. Their clothing fell to the floor, quick with the cold that seeped in, and he pulled her beneath the layers of their bed, a kiss to the inside of her knee and a trail of open mouth kisses that led to her core.

She sighed with the familiarity of his touch, his lips, and the beginning glints of pleasure sparked before her eyes, leading towards the precipice of her release. A warmth coiled in her lower abdomen as his fingers curled within, one after the other, and she moaned with his ministrations that pushed her over the edge, her blossomed release that spread and pressed the very seams of her being.

Osferth followed through its completion with the sinful squelch of her cunt pulsating around his fingers, almost to that brink of overstimulation, before he withdrew and carefully climbed on top of her. She was breathless and beautifully flushed from her climax, a soft mewl spilled when she felt his length press against, heavy and warm and wanting.

Keavy combed her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a kiss and savoring her taste on his tongue, while her thighs wrapped around his slender waist. She sighed sweetly as he molded to her curves, the weight of him and the tickle of his chest hair against her bare skin.

His arm reached between, lining himself with her entrance; Keavy moaned when he pushed in, his head dipping into the curve of her neck with his own low groan from how her velvet walls clenched in response. Osferth waited a moment, allowing her the time still needed to adjust to his size, and he only moved when she found his mouth with a hungry kiss to urge him.

The gentle thrusts of his hips began to rekindle the flames licking her bones, the curtails of her prior release still tingling throughout; the crushing closeness, the tickle of his hot breath against her skin and his pace quickened with the flutter of her walls; there is a tandem of their release, the sounds of her sighs and his guttural groan that reverberates through them both.

Every moment spared would be this entanglement of limbs, curling into one another flushed from their climax and until their breaths were an exchange. Eventually, the snow began to thaw and the spring greenery struggled through the cold mush left behind. The earth warmed still and Osferth’s prediction of a letter from the king did not come until the midsummer months.

They packed to travel to Wintanceaster as commanded or as asked, depending if you spoke with the Lord or Lady of Coccham.

Gisela complained with good nature and grace, swollen with the life that grew within her. She sighed her complaints of her size as Uhtred took her hand, careful to guide her steps towards the cart. “It will not be able to hold me,” she smiled with her words.

Uhtred kissed her hand, his other arm wrapping around to lift her inside. “If the wheels split, I will carry you myself,” and his eyes glittered as he teased her, pressing forward to steal another kiss before moving back towards his horse.

Gisela shook her head, her lips pursed into another smile, and her gaze fell to both Keavy and Osferth, with him helping her to mount her horse. “This will be your fate one day,” she called to them, smiling still and raising one brow. “And I will be the one on horseback!”

Keavy flushed from her words, unable to look at Osferth, unable to stop the curl of her lips into a smile from Gisela’s teasing.

Their time together in the last few months had been everything she always hoped for, but she could not help the flutter of apprehension that it would never be more. The thought knotted in her chest late at night when Osferth would curl against her backside, the warmth of his palm on her stomach, but she found it was the one thing she could not say outloud to him.

She confided in the great hall where Hild began to speak scriptures and Gisela waved her off, seated with her swollen ankles propped up. “Away with your Ephesians, Hild. Do not listen to that nun,” she said to Keavy and her dark eyes glittered. “Is he good to you?”

Osferth was and so much more. He showed consideration for her in his every action, something that was without effort and just seemed natural for him: from how he filled his plate to share with her, how he took her hand to lead their steps together, with how his eyes brightened, alert, always aware of their surroundings as if he would do anything to keep her safe. She loved their time together, at the end of the day when he would curl into her, the soft trail of his fingers along the length of her spine and back, or how they would comb through her dark curls with gentle kisses along her hairline.

She was crimson when she finally answered. “He is very good to me.”

“Then that is enough,” and her tone clipped with a sense of finality, and Keavy tried her best to tuck the thought away.

But it still lingered; she was aware of his bloodline, of the royalty that ran through his veins that was stronger than the sins of King Alfred. Keavy assumed the day would come when he would want a wife of his equal, a true Saxon lady of reputation and not some marred, cursed cailín from across the Irish sea.

“Marriage is only a title, a status, an exchange of goods when had,” Gisela argued. “I see how he is with you and it is the actions of a man that speaks of his character.”

This was now the thought that she clung to.

It was then that Finan barked to the caravan prepared, reclaiming her attention, and they made their way towards Wintanceaster.

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They had barely arrived when the king called Uhtred away, leaving the rest to settle into the home of the priest and his wife, Thyra; she held the same fierceness as her kin, Uhtred, but had a softer deliverance with it, instilled with the bold blue of her eyes.

Their home was comfortable with a rich fragrance from the supper prepared over the open flame; the children played amongst themselves, with Sihtric’s son alongside Oswald and Stiorra, and the men made their round trips to the alehouse to refill their cups, their spirits high. They crowded around the table to eat and with the shortage of seats, only then did Osferth pull Keavy into his lap, relishing in the sight of color that tinged her cheeks.

Uhtred returned, soured with the news they were to sunder tomorrow, heading towards the Burh of Aescengum on his advice that the king sought from him. “Unfortunate this is the one time he listens to you, lord,” Finan teased him, but he could only manage a grim smile in return.

The following morning, the stables were cluttered as the wives came to bid their farewells, with Keavy among them. Osferth curled his finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back, pressing his lips against her own with his promise, “I will return to you.”

Her smile was forced, but her eyes were bright from the kiss.

The sun shone overhead and moved behind them as they went eastwards, the city of Wintanceaster shrinking away. A comfortable silence settled over with the ambling gait of their horses, until Uhtred decided to break it. “I believe it is time you take a wife,” he began, his lips curling as if he was aware of something already. “It is time that you got married.”

There was a low chorus of chuckles from Sihtric and Finan behind them. “I have thought of it,” Osferth admitted.

This was a thought that reverberated within him, something that rattled his bones whenever he was in proximity of Keavy, something ignited with her touch, with her lilt. It followed him, heavy in the air that surrounded them and it mixed with the sickly sweet scent of sex and sweat above their bed shared; his throat was thick with his want to whisper the words: my sweet wife.

But also was the thought that he was a bastard and the curse bond with it. The holy book of Dueteronomy taught how this curse would follow for ten generations because of his illegitimacy. As a boy, he did not mind it, but as he matured, he now found that it clawed at his heart from the moment he had kissed Keavy.

Osferth knew then that he loved her, and that perhaps he always had, as it gradually blossomed more over the years. He enjoyed the sharpness of her emerald eyes, how well she fit into his embrace and he would bury his face into her dark curls. Most of all, he admired her strength and her resilience; Keavy had been shy and hesitant to share the cruelty that destiny littered her path on the way to him; the thought that his curse could possibly add more suffering to it pained him, especially when she already survived so much.

Uhtred raised his brow. “Just thought?”

“Usque ad decimam generationem,” the Latin spilled from his lips and he continued, “I could not… my children would be cursed, their children too, and every child for ten generations.”

Osferth tried to avoid this pending biblical curse that clung overhead, but too often he would be cuntdrunk, with the taste of her lips too enticing and the sinfully sweet clutch of her velvet walls all too consuming. It was only when the post-coital haze wore off that the thought would return: bastard begot bastard, his curse continuing.

“So every bastard is doomed?”

Osferth hummed, his eyes forward. “I do not see the king taking ownership for his… mistakes.”

There was another chortle of laughter and Osferth only hummed again. Ahead of them was the low smoldering glow of the ruined village of Alton, the remains of a guarded church coming to view when Uhtred called to him. “Let us ask your God what else can be done.”

But God had seemed to abandon the parish and instead they found a woman of many names: a seer, a witch, the devil reincarnate. Sihtric moaned of the curse that followed with her capture, voicing his concerns until it was palpable and heavy overhead. Only Finan was bold enough to say, “Do not speak of it, it only gives it strength,” and it was left alone, but lingered on the edge of their minds.

The Battle of Farnham, as it would be remembered, was a slaughter of Danes and their victory was sung throughout Wessex, following their return to the city. It was surreal with the echo of bells off of the Roman structures that were still rooted throughout the city, the swarm of the crowd and their cheers for King Alfred and his men, for their victory and safe return.

Osferth peered through, his eyes sharp for Keavy, or even Gisela, but instead he spotted the nun Hild; he saw how her face was drawn with grief and the nursemaid in her shadow, holding a bundle to her chest. Before he could say a word, Uhtred quickly dismounted and pushed through towards her; Osferth instead swung his leg over, following after Beocca back to his home, relief washing over when he saw Keavy seated inside with Stiorra and Oswald.

The priest moved to kiss his wife and Keavy pushed to her feet, enveloping in Osferth’s arms; he pulled back to kiss her, finding her cheeks stained with tears that confirmed the news plainly written in Hild’s expression outside.

Gisela was gone. “I could not save her,” she whispered hoarsely and he pulled her close again, a soft kiss on her hairline.

With the summer months waning away, the night came with its chill and its sorrow. Osferth took Keavy’s hand and they moved outside the city walls, towards the holy ground where Gisela had been buried; Hild breathed a quick prayer and the men grabbed their shovels, upturning the fresh grave.

Uhtred watched as the flames licked up the sides of the lumber stacked, the poignant smell of death masked by the smoke that curled up into the silver light of the moon. “It is beautiful,” and Hild wet her lips, her voice a reverent whisper amongst the splintered pops of wood. “It is as though she is drifting away from the earth and upwards towards the heavens.”

The amber glow of the funeral pyre cast its golden dysphoria over him, his cheeks shone with his tears and he wilted with wracking sobs that echoed emptily against the trees. Osferth moved to his side and Finan quickly to the other, a strong hold of their lord, with their whispered words of comfort offered to him.

“Death is unavoidable, it is a part of life,” he rasped, his palmed gripped Osferth and his glassy eyes locked onto him. “It is inevitable, but love is not and you must always take the moment when it is offered.”

As their attention returned to the blaze, Osferth dared peer back to see Keavy. She held onto the hand offered by Hild, pale in the moonlight and her features tight with her grief aflare, reflecting her tear streaked cheeks, and he had the intrusive thought.

She is lovely still.

Uhtred’s words was something repeated in his mind as they retreated back inside the city, returning to their beds; it was a soft echo still in his mind as he pulled her flush against his chest, something that resonated when he felt the gentle press of her lips to the underside of his jaw, nestling into his embrace. Osferth held her close throughout the night, his fingers tangled in her dark curls and his other hand rested on her hip, the soft expansion with her every breath eventually lulling him to sleep.

The lamenting lessened in the days that followed. Though the grief remained, there was room for a sense of clarity, for Uhtred to announce they were leaving Wintanceaster at once. Osferth saw how he was haunted with Gisela, how the city now served a reminder of his love that was lost.

He knew this would follow them back to Coccham and he thought back to that summer day years before, when he first came to swear his sword to Uhtred and what he promised, his words–“You may never see Wessex again,”–but still they remained, tethered by the oath to the king.

Osferth only truly understood his sister’s words when he saw their father at Aescengum; he almost did not recognize the cadaverous man had it not been for his crown, his regalia that hung from his thin frame. The dark force that escorted him from Wintanceaster was now grey in his complexion, with silver streaks in his hair and beard, a brittle man that a strong gust could have swept away.

He also thought of what else she wrote, how she encouraged him to come to her estate, to come to Mercia; her letters tempted him to go, to take Keavy and to travel North.

But instead he stayed, now spurred with the unspoken exigency to ready the horses, to leave the city at once, and it was interrupted when Beocca called for Uhtred, stating the king called for him again. They watched him leave before continuing, with an unease that lingered behind.

Later, Osferth first spotted his return, his grief partnered with a fervor as he called to him, to Finan and Sihtric. The city thrummed, holy ground has been disturbed, and soon the king’s guard arrived, but the men of Coccham were already standing guard, with a palpable choler that solidified their stance.

In that moment, his sister’s words returned. “We need to get them out,” his voice was low, whispered to Sihtric; Finan continued to needle Steapa and his men, bold as always. The Dane quirked his brow at Osferth. “The children, your wife and son,” he continued, before adding, “and Keavy.”

Sihtric steeled his jaw, a sharp nod to acknowledge his words. “You have a plan, baby monk,” but it was not a question, more a statement.

Osferth hummed, his eyes locking onto Hild as she pressed through the men, a beacon for peace and her tongue chastising them all.

“You were goading him,” she hissed to Finan as she moved past him.

The Irishman raised his brows in response. “I was, Hild. And enjoying it.”

“So the abbess may enter, but I may not?” Steapa sounded incredulous and Osferth took the moment, a quick nod to Sihtric, before falling behind in her steps.

Finan squared off, just as bold. “We’re afraid of the abbess.”

Osferth slipped behind Hild, leaving the nun to have her scathing exchange with the kept witch while he moved towards Keavy. She was seated by the bed, the children tucked away as she ushered soft tones to soothe them.

He thought back to their days together in Coccham, their rosy-cheek smiles now hallowed with the somber undertone that clung to their small frames. Osferth felt the loss of Gisela, as she was kind to him, but understood that the children felt it tenfold.

“We need to leave the city,” he murmured low enough for her to hear; Keavy looked to him, her lips parted to ask but his low timbre continued, cutting through the tension of the room. “Lord, we need to get the children and women out of the city.”

The focus turned towards them. “I cannot have them return to Coccham,” Uhtred began, his tone wry. “That land belongs to the king and I am not in his favor.”

“I am aware,” and he paused, a look stolen to take in Keavy, his gaze trailing the severity that lined her face and spilled into the scar along her jaw. Osferth then looked back at Uhtred. “We should send them to Saltwic, lord.” From the corner of his vision he saw Keavy stiffen, how her green eyes darkened and pinned him where he stood, but he did not look away from Uhtred. “My sister will never forget what you have done for her and I know she will be the sanctuary needed,” his tongue wet his lips, “I agree with Hild. You should call for Beocca and hear the demands of the king to serve as a distraction.”

Uhtred nodded, his focus returning to Hild. “I am willing, but in exchange for the safety of our children, for our women,” and she watched him, her eyes flitting back and forth his face. “I worry about getting them out of the city.”

Osferth now looked to Keavy, but her attention was rapt, her grip tightened on the handle of the seax that hung at her side. “I will protect them, lord,” Keavy stepped forward, a slight tremor to her tone. “I swear it on Lady Gisela.”

“I will also go with them, Uhtred,” Hild sighed. “I will first tell Beocca that you are ready to listen and then I will see that they are escorted to Saltwic.”

Uhtred offered a small smile and Hild was gone; Beocca was quick to arrive with the demands of the king, which called for silver and his vow to the aetheling. Uhtred pushed to stand, following Beocca out into the night, pausing to hand his sword, Serpent-Breath, to Finan and his eyes landed onto Osferth.

“You know what to do.”

Time slipped through their fingers with this newfound urgency, licking their heels to quick their steps to the stables the moment the guard shifted to follow Uhtred and Steapa. The sleepy haze was wiped from the children’s eyes by the hem of Hild’s sleeve, the hushed tears and kisses exchanged between Sihtric and his wife, Sigdeflaed, while Finan saddled the last mare.

Osferth felt the slight tremble of her hold and looked down at Keavy, her eyes watchful, almost doleful. “You will be safe in Saltwic,” he whispered in the shell of her ear as he pulled her close. “This is for the best, this will keep you safe.”

She pulled back, her brow furrowed with her sharp nod, her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed the threat of tears. “I know this, I understand this is the logical thing to do and yet…” and she took a deep breath, her hands moving to untie her necklace. “Osferth, I want you to take this and for you to bring it back to me.”

He leaned forward and his skin prickled with her touch as she knotted it behind the nape of his neck; the silver cross gleamed in the little light offered. “Return to me, Osferth,” her voice was small.

He pressed closer and captured her lips, her honeyed kiss a balm for his resolve. Osferth moved to help her onto the backside, then he picked up Stiorra who nestled in front–one child for each rider. His hand then fell to touch Keavy’s ankle, sliding up beneath her skirts and he gently squeezed her calf; she looked down at him. “I will return to you,” he promised.

Her response was a pained smile, another quick nod, and she brought her heels against to trot behind Hild and Sigdeflaed. Osferth followed behind until they passed through the gates, and remained until they were silhouettes in the night.

Finan clasped his hand onto his shoulder and Osferth looked at the Irishman. “We will see them again. Soon, baby monk,” he promised. “Now help with the gate.”

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"Happy birthday, Rollo! I hope you like your gift. I worked hard on it!"

It's a photo album... full of photos of yourself. Tending plants, writing letters, taking walks below stained glass windows. There's even one of you fast asleep in an armchair, book in hand.

They're lovingly presented... but you have no idea when these were taken!

"I used the camera I got from the headmage!" I announced, "he told me to use it to take photos of my friends... and we're friends now, right?"

Proof that Rook is a terrible influence/j💀

I enjoy those fan arts where it shows how Yuu is taking pictures of each groovy illustration (even though Yuu is not present in the vignettes 98% of the time), there are unique props and angles that look goofy in that context. I don’t know if Rollo would be that thrilled to have… extra eyes on him… though 😔

When Rollo opened the album, he was immediately struck with a sense of unease.

The inside of the hefty volume yielded photograph after photograph of him, frozen in various parts of his day: in lectures, making purchases in town, watering plants, briskly strolling down hallways lined with stained glass windows. More alarmingly, there were also snapshots of his most intimate and private of moments: tending to the gargoyles and the Bell of Salvation, scrawling away in his journal, and…

Him, asleep in a plush armchair. The book he had been reading had tumbled into his lap. Rollo slouched to one side in the picture, head lolled forward. His short silver bangs shadowed his lashes, the mouth perpetually obscured or frowning now pert and wistful.

He almost appeared angelic, at peace with both himself and the world.

A spike of anger shot through Rollo, eyes flashed with disgust and a dangerous intent. He slammed the album shut.

“Hah!” He barked out a laugh, terse and bitter—like the bite of a pill swallowed.

Not a good sign to start with.

“Certainly not if you pull stunts that cross the boundaries of privacy like this,” Rollo snarled. “This warrants a restraining order.”

You blinked, oblivious to his upset. “Wait, what? Why?”

“You took pictures of me without my consent,” he stated frostily. “Half of these are taken in private quarters. How did you even conceal yourself in these locations, let alone get access to them?!”

"I picked up some photography tips and tricks from Rook-senpai," you said proudly (a little too proudly, if you asked Rollo). “Neat, right?”

Rollo shivered at the thought—of you creeping right behind, camera in hand and lens aimed at him. Hunched over in dark corners or peeking out from crevices, like a gremlin lying in wait to strike when he least suspected it. No safety, no security.

Only the pair of eyes on him.

Watching.

Judging.

“Absolutely NOT neat,” he spat out. “You think too highly of yourself—and you’re truly foolish if you think I would wish to associate with an individual who lacks basic respect for others and their personal space. The gall to gift such an abhorrent item as well… You have no shame!!

“I implore you to consider the teachings of common sense rather than those of… questionable peers—and refrain from engaging in further instances of this,” he instructed, waving the album in your face. “Lastly, you will purge all records and copies of these photographs you may have on hand.

“Is that clear? Yes?” He didn’t wait for you. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. If you will excuse me then.”

“Where are you going?” you called out to him, confused. He had taken the album with him as he stormed into the hallway.

His answer came without him even turning to face you.

“Somewhere to burn this.”

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Chance Meeting pt 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: fluff, SMUT, unprotected sex (cover it up please), con rough sex, a little sadness (not too bad)

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters. This chapter will include a time jump. It will be noted. This chapter is a bit longer, but I couldn’t help it. Enjoy 😊

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Jensen POV

I woke up and it was dark in the room. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand it read 4:23am. Ugh! Still too damn early. I look down and see y/n asleep laying cuddled up next to me. My arm is under her head and I run my hands through her hair. She’s definitely different from other women I’ve been with, but she’s so much more. She is sleeping so peacefully next to me and I can’t help but feel a warm feeling in my chest. How can I be falling in love with her so quickly? Yet here I am already falling so deep. I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer to me. Breathing in her scent. Her shampoo and body wash are so intoxicating. Y/n lets out a soft sigh and I kiss the top of her head. Today is the last day of the con and I have no idea how I’m going to leave her. We live in different states and have different lives, but damn do I want this, her. I have to figure it out.

The hours pass and daylight peeks through the window. You start to wake up and feel strong arms around you holding you tight. Your eyes flutter open and see Jensen asleep. His features are soft and his mouth is slightly open. You reach your hand up and rub it against his cheek. Jensen stirs and his eyes open. He looks at you and smiles softly. You lean up and kiss his lips. “Good morning sweetheart” Jensen says with a gruff sleepy voice. “Good morning to you too, handsome.” You said smiling back at him.

You nuzzled into his chest more and he gripped you tighter. “We’ve got to get up and start getting ready for the day baby.” Jensen said with a slight sadness to his voice. You leaned back and looked in his emerald green eyes. “What’s wrong, Jensen?” You said cupping his face. He looked at you and sighed. “I just don’t know what to do about us. I’ve been thinking about it all morning and I’ve got nothing.” You sat up and leaned against the headboard. The realization of what he was saying hit you like a truck. This weekend has been amazing, but in a few short hours it was coming to an end. What happens next? You both live in completely different worlds. He’s Jensen Freaking Ackles and you’re well, y/n. A regular person who works a Monday through Friday job, bills and some months living paycheck to paycheck. The longer you sat there with the thoughts in your head the more your heart broke. A single tear slipped out and Jensen sat up brushing it away with his thumb. “Shh, y/n, don’t cry. We will figure it out. I promise.” He said placing a tender kiss on your lips.

The day went by in a blur. All you could think about was how much you would miss Jensen when you had to leave. You leaned against a wall and pulled out your phone. You called y/f/n to get her advice. “Hey girl, how’s the con going and how’s Jensen?” She said while making a kissing sound in the phone. You laughed and said everything was going good, but you didn’t know what was going to happen after the con was over. “Y/f/n, I told him I loved him and he said it back. I know it’s fast but I feel it. When I’m with him everything feels in place finally.” You said stifling tears. “Oh, y/n don’t cry. Talk to Jensen. I know you two will figure it out. I’ll support you both no matter what you decide. I love you girl! Now go talk about this with your man.” “Thanks y/f/n, you’re right. I’ll text you later. Love you too girl!” You hung up and wiped away a few stray tears.

You slipped in the final Gold Panel with Jared, Misha and Jensen and took your seat. Jared saw you first and smiled. You smiled back and looked over at Jensen. His face lit up when he saw you. You both smiled at each other and he winked. Your heart fluttering just a bit more. You sat watching and listening to the audience ask their questions and the guys answering them. Your mind kept wandering back to what was going to happen with you and Jensen. It was time for the final question. A woman stood up and said the question was for Jensen. This pulled your attention back to reality. She introduced herself and the guys said hello. “So Jensen, we all saw the woman you kissed yesterday and the internet has exploded with the pictures taken. My question is who is she and where did you meet?” Jensen looked at you and smiled, cleared his throat and said “Well, honestly I met her here. We hit it off and as far as who she is, if she’ll have me I would like her to be my girlfriend.” The audience filled with awws and giggles. You looked at Jensen dumbfounded but nodded with a smile. He jumped off stage, ran to you and wrapped you in a hug. He pulled back to see your y/e/c eyes sparkle. Then he laid a tender kiss on your lips. The audience went crazy. Clapping, screaming and yelling. Jensen grabbed your hand and pulled you on stage with him and the guys. He waved at the audience and you gave a shy smile waving too. He pulled you off stage and to the green room.

“Did you mean it?” You asked him. “Yes, of course I did. I love you and I don’t want you getting away.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. “We will figure everything out. I promise.”

“Y/n are you finished packing your bathroom yet?” Y/f/n asked from the living room. “Just closing the last box now.” You yelled from the bathroom. “I still can’t believe you’re moving to Texas, y/n.” “I know. It’s hard to believe 2 months ago I went to a convention single and now I’m in love with an amazing man who loves me just as much.” You looked around your apartment and take in all the boxes and empty space. Years living here and now it’s time to move on. It’s bittersweet but you can’t wait to start your new life with Jensen. After the convention you both went back to your lives but talked all the time. He would fly in to visit and after about a month in he asked you to move in with him. You were hesitant at first because his kids are younger than yours and you were worried about their reactions, but you love his kids and they love you. You even get along well with his ex. Your kids were over the moon for you and encouraged the move. So now here you are packing up and moving across the country for the man who stole your heart.

“Hey, y/n I’m gonna order pizza for dinner and run by the store to grab some drinks. You need anything else?” Y/f/n asks as she heads towards the door. “Nope, I’m good. Just no mushrooms.” You say with a chuckle. “Fine” she says as she walks out the door.

A few minutes later you hear a knock at the door. You get up from the floor “did you forget something y/f/n” you say as you open the door. “Jensen! What are you doing here?” You squeal as you throw your arms around him. “Did you really think I was going to let you drive across country by yourself?” He said as he backed you into the apartment. “I didn’t think you could get out of work. I would have been fine.” You said as your legs hit the side of the couch. “I’m sure you would have, but I was able to work it out so I could help you move and make sure you’re safe.” He said as he kissed your forehead. Jensen looked around and noticed there wasn’t much left to do and he noticed you two were alone. “Hey sweetheart, where’s y/f/n?” “Oh she went to the store and to get a pizza. Let me text her and ask her to grab some beer too. I’ll also let her know you’re here.” You said sending him a smirk.

Me: hey girl can you grab some beer too. Jensen just showed up to help with the move. 😁

Bestie: oooh I’ll make sure to take extra time getting back. I’ll grab the beer and food. You two behave ;)

Me: thanks babe. You’re the best. Be careful

“So she’s going to grab some beer and the food. She said she’s gonna take extra time to get back.” You smile at Jensen and wiggle your eyebrows. He takes this as an invitation to lead you to the bedroom. The only thing left on the bed was your sheets and a pillow. You were only spending one more night here so everything else was packed. Jensen started kissing your lips and working his way down your neck. His hands roaming all over your curves. You start moaning and your hands make their way in his hair. Jensen pulls your shirt up and off and in one swift motion his shirt was off too. He hooked his hand around you and unhooked your bra exposing your ample breasts. His mouth was instantly on your breasts, licking and sucking each nipple. His hands grabbing and holding them. He laid you down and hooked his fingers in your leggings and in one quick move he pulled them and your soaking wet panties down. You spread your legs exposing yourself to him. “Mmm sweetheart, is this all for me.” He said as he ran his fingers through your dripping folds. Your breath hitched as he brushed against your clit. “Oh Jensen, please.” You breathed out. “Please what baby?” He said while smirking. “I need to cum, please make me cum.” That was all he needed. He grabbed your thighs and threw your legs over his shoulders and started lapping up your juices. He inserted one finger and you squirmed. His finger pushing in and out of you while hooking up towards your sweet spot. Your hips moved into his mouth and finger. He inserted another finger and you moaned, gripping the bed with one hand and Jensen’s head with another. “Yes baby, right there.” You moaned. Jensen was like a man starved. Taking you closer to your release. He picked his head up and said “cum for me baby.” That was all you needed and you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. He licked faster and helped you chase your high all the way down.

Once you came down from your high he stood up and you helped him pull down his jeans and boxers. His large l, thick cock springing free. You lick your lips and take his cock deep in your mouth. You lick a strip up his shaft causing him to moan and grab your head. He pushes his cock deeper down your throat hearing you gag a little. The sounds of panting and sucking fill the room. “Damn baby your mouth feels so fucking good right now, but I want to fuck your sweet pussy.” Jensen almost growls as he says it. You smile as you pull his cock out of your mouth making a popping sound as his cock leaves your lips.

You slide up on the bed as Jensen lines his cock up to your dripping wet pussy. “I don’t have a condom y/n” Jensen said almost sad. “It’s okay with me. I’m clean and I can’t get pregnant anymore.” You said. He smiled at you and said “well damn sweetheart let’s get busy.” You giggled because you realized his Dean was showing. Jensen lined himself up to your entrance and with one swift thrust he bottomed out and you let out a loud moan. Sex with Jensen was always amazing. He had length and girth that makes you feel him for days. He’s also a very talented and giving lover. You’ve never experienced sex like this before and damn did you feel lucky. He continued thrusting hitting that spot no other man ever hit. You felt that familiar tightness in your core. Your hand instinctively moved to your throbbing clit which made Jensen smirk. “Hands and knees baby girl.” Jensen’s voice deep and commanding. Instantly making you wetter and you happily obliged. You flipped over getting on your hands and knees. Your nice round ass in the air. You could feel your wetness running down your thighs. Jensen lines up with your dripping core and thrusts deep in you. The change of position makes you moan louder. He’s hitting another spot and you know you’re close. “Jensen I’m gonna….cum.” You say breathily. His hand wraps around and he starts rubbing your clit while slamming into your pussy. You cum hard around his length and he keeps rubbing. You try to pull away but he is so strong and before you know it you’re cumming a third time. Satisfied he pulls his hand away and keeps driving into your pussy. Jensen is bottoming out and you know you’re not going to be able to walk right for a few days. “Harder Jensen, fuck me baby.” You yell. Jensen starts to fuck you harder grabbing your hips and burying his cock deep in your throbbing heat. He brings a hand up and smacks your right ass cheek causing a yelp to escape from your lips. His thrusts start to get sloppy as he’s chasing his release. You clench your walls around his cock and he fills your empty womb with his hot seed. As he comes down from his high he slowly pulls out. You whimper at the loss of fullness.

You roll over on your back and he lays beside you. Sweeping your hair from your face he places a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay, y/n?” You smile at him and say “more than okay. That was amazing.” You smile and place a kiss on his lips. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked with concern in his eyes. You cup his face “no baby, that was hot.” You snuggle into his chest rubbing your hands up and down his gorgeous torso. He pulls you close to him, kisses your head and whispers “okay”.

Jensen pulls away and goes into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you both up. Thank goodness you left one out. He returns to the bed and cleans you up then himself. He tosses the washcloth back towards the bathroom. “We need to get dressed before y/f/n comes back with the food. I don’t want to traumatize her.” You say laughing. Jensen laughs and groans as he gets up. He pulls you off the bed into his arms. He gives you a deep kiss and as he pulls away he says “I love you so much.” Your heart flutters and you say “I love you too, Jensen. So much.”

You both get dressed and walk into the living room just as the door opens. “I’m coming in, y’all better be dressed.” You heard y/f/n say as she walked in laughing. You grabbed the food from her and she looked between the two of you smiling. “Hey Jensen” she said with a smirk. “Hey y/f/n, let me help you.” He says as he grabs the bags from her hands. She looks at you a wiggles her eyebrows and you playfully hit her arm.

Dinner was delicious and the last of the boxes were packed. You gave y/f/n a huge hug and told her thank you for helping. She gave you a huge hug and told you she’d be back early to see you off. Jensen pulled her in for a hug and you all said good night.

Once the door was closed and locked Jensen took you in his arms. He knew you were looking forward to the move but you were also a little sad to say goodbye to the life you had here. He rubbed your back and you buried your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and said “come on baby, let’s get some sleep.” You sniffled and wiped a few stray tears away as you took his hand. You both walked to your bedroom one last time and changed for bed. You crawled in and snuggled to him. He held you and rubbed your back as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. Tomorrow was going to be hard and he knew it. He laid awake for a while longer listening to your soft snores and he smiled. How did he get so lucky to have the love of an incredible woman who was willing to give up her life to move in with him. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head and whispered “I love you, y/n” and he drifted off to sleep.

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Pairing: Yandere bully Joseph x chubby reader

Trigger warnings: bullying (obviously), fat-shaming, sexism, abuse, misogyny.

Disclaimer: my yandere stories are not meant to be Romantic, they are made for horror. I do not condone any yandere behavior in real life.

Staring out the window, you watch as the autumn leaves part from the tree branches onto the ground. You tune out the monotone voice of your teacher, not seeing a need to listen to the lesson; It wouldn't be used later in life anyways. Your eyes drift away from the scenery outside the window to the medium-sized clock above the chalkboard. One-thirty, the period is nearly done.

Not wanting your time to be wasted by the teacher, you raise your hand. The teacher says your name, authorizing you to speak your mind, “Sir, class is almost over.”

The teacher looks surprised. He takes a peek at the clock, “ah, I guess you're right. Okay, class let's wrap up for today. I wouldn't want for us to be late for the assembly.”

You grimace at the mention of the assembly. Usually, you didn't mind assemblies, they lasted till the end of the day and you didn't have to do any work. However, this time was different. You weren't a fan of attending an assembly that idolized your tormentor.

Excpeallly when most of the school - if not all - knew about the bullying. Classmates encouraged the behavior and Teachers simply ignored the situation completely. Telling the principal wasn't going to solve anything due to the fact he was your bully’s uncle.

The bell rings, allowing the students to transition to their next class. “Class dismissed! Remember everyone; page thirty-four is due Monday. I will not accept it after Monday.” the class groans in unison.

The students already knew where to head. Most of the school had been excitedly waiting for this part of the day.

You sigh, following your classmates to exit the classroom. You walked through the halls, decorated head to toe with school pride.

It was no secret your high school thought highly of itself. Robert E. O. Speedwagon - also known for owning the Speedwagon foundation- built and maintained the high school since 1900. Hamon high school was the first school that didn't require money to attend, which is why so many students went to the school. The school also had the best food, teachers, and classes.

You loved Hamon high school at first, but now you felt dread every time you entered those school doors. Uncertain if Joseph was awaiting your arrival or not.

You never understood the reason randomly began to make your life a living hell. You had two theories; either Joseph decided to start for the fun of it or he still had a grudge against you because of your first interaction.

Twelve o'clock, lunchtime. You are your lunch on a bench underneath a large weeping willow. You read silently whilst enjoying the lunch you made yourself the night before. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as the group of popular kids snicker and whisper to each other, glancing back at you. You could identify each one of them in the group.

The tall, built brunette was Joseph Joestar: a well-known obnoxious cheater Jock. The class clown that wastes everyone's time in class by goofing off to the point you're left with extra homework. The asshole that cheats on every woman he’s been in a relationship with. The guy who can't take anything seriously. The nephew of the owner of the school. Gym coach Lisa Lisa’s son. The boy every girl wants.

The tall, muscular sunflower blonde male Ceasar Zeppeli: a big-time playboy. The guy who has been in almost every girl’s pants. The man who has sex with you only to forget who you are the next day. The Italian foreign exchange student everyone in the school wants a taste of.

The most popular cheerleaders: Suzi Q, Alice, and Doris. You knew them well since Alice and Doris often made fun of you. Suzi Q on the other hand was nothing but an angel. You knew whatever they had planned, Suzi didn't agree with. Suzi would attempt to help you to her best ability so you didn't worry much.

You roll your eyes: You knew what they were planning. You watched as Joseph turned from the group and walked his way over to you.

Joseph stood in front of you, hands in his varsity jacket, a smirk present on his lip. “You’re y/n, right?” he takes one hand out of his jacket pocket to point at you.

“Yes, can I help you?” you ask, eyes not shifting from the page of the book.

“It's rather rude of you not to give me your full attention.” crossing his arms, Joseph pouts akin to a petulant child. “Don't you have any manners?”

Closing the book, you stared back into Joseph's eyes. “I could ask the same. I know you’re just here to mess with me.”

Joseph positions a hand on his chest in an offended manner, “What makes you think I'd do such a thing to you? You have no reason to believe I've come here to mess with you.”

You had numerous reasons actually.

“You’re right, I'm sorry. What did you come here to ask me?”

“Go on a date with me.” Joseph’s lips curled into a grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “My treat.”

You were never the type to lose your temper on a stranger, yet, you felt your patience wearing thin at a quick pace; to the point, that you could hit Joseph.

“You think I'm that dumb I'd fall for a dumb prank?” irritation caused shaking your voice. Joseph seemed amused by your anger, his smile never falling but instead growing. “You don't think I haven't heard you making fun of big-sized girls? Or I haven't seen you publicly humiliate girls my size and laugh in their faces after telling them it was all a joke. Well, you won't be laughing in my face or humiliating me.”

You stood up and grabbed your book. Glancing at the group behind Joseph, they seemed dumbfounded to see Joseph getting told off. You were positive they’ve never seen anyone talk to Joseph this way besides Caesar. Your gaze is back to the giant man towering over your form. Joseph isn't fazed by your anger one bit, staring at you with a blank, unreadable, expression.

Though you were absolutely terrified of the tall man in front of you, you swallowed your fear and proceeded with your rant. “I don't understand what girls see in you, your nothing but a dickhead.”

From what you remembered, you walked away leaving Joseph by himself. The rest of the day went on like normal and you had simply forgotten about the whole ordeal. Joseph would take it upon himself to remind you the next day.

Perhaps you wounded his pride. Joseph must have been embarrassed to be rejected by someone whom he considers to be unattractive. It was the only motive you could come up with. You became Joseph’s main target after the exchange, which confirmed your theory.

Your musing was interrupted by the sound of the intercom. “All Students report to the gymnasium. I repeat, all students report to the gymnasium.”

Students talked loudly throughout the hallways as they made their way to the gymnasium. You separated from the crowd, striding towards the women’s restroom. You quickly open the bathroom door and enter before anyone could identify you. The last thing you needed was someone ratting you out to Joseph.

You saunter over to the bathroom mirrors, listening to the students bickering slowly disappearing down the halls. All students and teachers should be at the gymnasium, leaving you by yourself. You gazed into the mirror, taking in your appearance. You huffed in annoyance, disgusted at the way you looked.

Today you decided to wear one of the ugliest red dresses you owned. You hated wearing these clothes, then again you didn't want another one of your favorite dresses being ruined by Joseph.

You remember the last time you wore one of your prettiest dresses to school. The dress was rose pink, with three black buttons on the front, white frills on the bottom, and a black bow wrapped around the midsection. You adored that dress. Unfortunately, Joseph didn't seem to like you being happy. On picture day -when you decide it would be a perfect idea to wear the dress-, Joseph dumped milk on your head, not only ruining your dress but your hair and makeup as well.

You had to wait a month and a half to retake your picture.

You wanted nothing more than to smack Joseph silly, but you stopped yourself from doing so. You weren't sure if Joseph would hit you back or not. And you weren't going to take that chance.

The abrupt sound of heavy footfalls inching closer to the bathroom door startles you. Your eyes dart to the door. A shadow grows bigger and bigger as it comes closer to the bathroom door. You feel your heart beating in your throat, palms coming to be sweaty in a matter of minutes. If the staff found out you skipped the assembly, they’d punish you terribly. You just prayed it wasn't Coach Lisa Lisa. She was the worst when it came to punishments.

Instinctively, you rushed to the last bathroom stall. Once inside you locked the door, then quickly hopped onto the closed toilet lid with your knees to your chest.

You close your eyes idly. You heard the door click open, whining as it opened. You hold two hands against your lips and nose, silencing your anxiety. You feel your heart hammering In your chest when the door shuts close.

The hefty footsteps moving into the bathroom sounded too heavy to be a female’s.

“Oh, piggy! I know you’re in here. Why not come out, I want to see you,” A boyish male voice calls out. Your eyes widen, and the feeling of overwhelming dread grows in the pit of your stomach.

You stayed in place, other than hugging yourself tighter you did not move one muscle.

Joseph is amused by your disobedience. You can tell he knows where you’re hiding, he only wants to play with you. “I see what you’re trying to do, Y/n. Playing hide and seek, are we? Well, I guess I'll play along.”

Joseph approaches the door to the first stall and slams it open with a loud whack. You flinch. The force of impact is strong enough to send vibrations to the other stalls.

“Here!? No.”

He repeats with the second door, getting closer.

“What about here?! Not here either.”

Again, he repeats his last action on the third stall door.

“I feel like I'm getting closer!”Joseph announces in amusement.”

Joseph stands in front of your stall, his sneakers facing you. Before he tries to slam the door open, you weakly announce your presence, voice shaking with trepidation, “I'm here. If you back away I promise I'll come out.” Joseph takes his sweet time backing away, creating enough space where you felt comfortable stepping out.

You unhurriedly stand on your feet, the toilet lid speaking beneath you. Before you get any closer to the door, you peer through the crack of the stall door. Joseph is staring at you, waiting for you to open the door.

You deliberately unlock the door, sliding the lock ever so slowly. You take a shaky breath, pondering what Joseph planned to do with you. Pushing the door open, you exit the stal. Joseph watches you like a lion watching its prey. Joseph’s eyes are unmoving, a smirk appearing on his lips. ”I was worried you didn't come to school today. It's always so boring when I can't have my fun with you.”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you have to be such a dick all the time, Joseph?” you snap.

“Because your reactions always amuse me. Fat girls like you are always so easy to messy with; one negative comment on your weight and you're crying me a river. Its pathetic really.”

You’ve never cried in front of Joseph. Once or twice you went to the bathroom to cry if what he had said was that hurtful.

You scoff, “You have never heard me cry because of your dumb words.”

Joseph’s left eyebrow raises, “Oh really?” he chuckles, “You’re lying. I've followed you numerous times and I've eavesdropped on you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. Try again, sweetheart.”

Feed up with Joseph, you attempted to run past him in an endeavor to escape. Joseph simply grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back, laughing as you squirmed in his hold. When all attempts of leaving his grasp turned futile, you began to sob tears of anger. “What the fuck do you want from me, Joseph? So what I hurt your pride by rejecting you, that doesn't mean you abuse me for it!”

“It's so much more than that.”

“I don't care what the other reason is! I can't wait until next month so I won't have to deal with your bullshit anymore!”

Joseph grabs your body and positions it to where you can see each other. His face is full of confusion, “what are talking about? Joseph asked incredulously.

You smile wickedly, for once Joseph hasn't guessed your next line. “I’ll be moving next month. I can finally start over again. I’ll have a new reputation, new friends, and hell maybe ill even score a boyfriend.”

Joseph’s puzzled expression unexpectedly shifts into one of fury. Joseph’s eyebrows scrunch, his lip forms into a scowl, and you can hear his breathing become unsteady. Joseph shoves you into the bathroom wall. Full-on sobbing in pain from the result of hitting the wall; you held your head in your hands, the intolerable pain could only be described as a headache but ten times worse. You leaned against the wall for support, eyeing Joseph with bleary eyes as he started to walk towards you.

Joseph pointed his index finger at you as he spoke, “You better learn to love me back. you know why? Because nobody else will ever love you- so you’re stuck with me.” Joseph fumed. Joseph crouches to your level, glaring down at you.

“What?” you whimpered in puzzlement.

“You want to know the reason I target you so much, Y/n? It’s because I want you all to myself and it irritates me. Truth is, I find girls like you sexy. Of course, I'd never say it out loud.” He let out a short-lived laugh before continuing.

“I enjoy your curves, your chubby cheeks, and God don't even get me started on your thighs. But most importantly, Y/n, I've always been interested in you. Ever since eighth grade. I would be damned if I allowed you to date a man who isn't myself.”

Joseph dips his head down to where he can whisper in your ear. “No matter where you run off to, I will always find you. I won't stop until you are mine, Y/n L/n”

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