#please look at cas' little shoulder peek in the first gif

[charliedawn]

You wrote something similar before, so I was wondering if you could do Hannibal Family if they were yandere?

Author : "Warning. Sensitive subjects ahead. I searched what a yandere was and this is what resulted."

"Where were you ?"

Kevin asked as soon as he heard you return and you froze as you felt his dark gaze of you.

"I was...at the store."

You heard him stand up and his hands reaching for the bags in your hands before peeking inside.

"Wow..Thank you, princess. I knew that you would be useful."

A test. He perfectly knew where you were, he was the one who sent you..But, what he didn't know was that you had called the police. You still had your phone and you had dialed the number as soon as you could when he had finally allowed you to leave to buy groceries. This man had abducted you and sequestrated you for months. You were taking a stroll in the forest when the maniac had shot an arrow at you..Finally, the nightmare would be over. But, then..He chucked knowingly before whispering in your ear.

"What ? You're waiting for the police to come ? Ain't that right, mate ?"

You gasped in horror as he took the accent of the agent you had talked to. You immediately turned around and he gave you a wide grin, his eyes shining with insanity.

"What ? Disappointed ? Thought I wouldn't know ? Poor poor Y/N..I knew about the phone.."

His hand slid along your back to end at your belt where the phone was hidden underneath your hoodie. He knew..He knew from the beginning. You gritted your teeth and, for the first time in months, showed him resistance as you hit his torso repeatedly, screaming.

"BASTARD !"

He didn't budge, it was as if he didn't even feel it as he only laughed at your misery. He then ruffled your hair almost playfully, as if all of this was only a game to him, a twisted game.

"You belong to me. Now. Forever. I'll be your only one, sweetheart. So, you better get used to it.."

He kissed your cheek and you let him. You closed your eyes and imagined being back home with your family and friends..but then, you felt his hand on your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

"You're here. Don't try to escape. I won't let you..You're mine. I ain't gonna let anyone put themselves between us. I waited a long time for this..For you. You'll love me."

Your eyes widened. Love ? He wanted you to love him ? You couldn't help but let out a small laugh of disbelief.

"I will never love you. Never."

He seemed to tense up at that and his nails digged into your flesh almost painfully.

"You will..You will, or you'll die."

And with that final sentence, he backed away and got out of your room, locking the door behind him. You wanted to burst into tears, but heard Kevin from the other side of the door.

"And, please ! Don't cry !"

Just for that comment, you opened the valves and big tears started dropping down your face as you started sobbing loudly. You heard him groan in annoyance on the other side of the door. Good. He finally came back and you thought that he would end you here and there, but it took you by surorise when he sighed and sat on the bed next to you.

"Look. I'm not saying you need to love me right away. I just..I just want to know how it feels, you know ?"

He raised his hand to the place where his heart was supposed to be and the look of genuine loss made you feel a little guilty and you stopped crying. He seemed relieved and smiled thankfully at you.

"I know you don't like me. I kidnapped you, I'm a murderer and I'm a cannibal, but..I just never felt guilty before ? I just..don't feel anything. I only feel when I'm with my family and I thought that would be it, but.."

He seemed to hesitate before admitting.

"..I felt something when I saw you. I can't explain it. It was just like my heart had a jump-start, you know ?"

He tried to explain, but it only confused you even more.

"Wait...You don't feel anything ? Like, at all ?"

He nodded before adding.

"No physical or emotional pain. Nothing. 'Congenital insensitivity to pain', my doctors used to call it..But, I got the full package. No physical pain, but no emotional pain either. The doctors called me a miracle, my parents called me a brick..However, I can pretend ! I also started feeling more with my new family. So, that's a plus.."

The smile he gave you afterwards almost looked genuine..almost.

"How can you tell that what you're feeling for me isn't...fake as well ?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging with a boyish grin.

"How can you tell when you feel something ?"

He..had a point. You finally sighed in defeat before leaning back on your bed, too tired to protest when you felt another weight beside you. You slowly drift off to sleep and failed to hear Kevin whisper in the dark, his coal black eyes staring at you.

"I'll make you love me..Just you wait."

You were Morgan's prize from the last family game. He was proud enough to be the winner, having killed the most people, but instead of killing you as well, he decided to keep you.

"I'll keep you for a month..If I find your company too boring or insufficiently pleasing ? I'll eat you."

The terms of the agreement were clear from the start. Entertain him, or you could kiss your life goodbye..At first, it wasn't so hard. The man was easily entertained. You cooked, talked to him, pretended to be interested by his life..He was happy just by having another human being in the same room. But, soon, his mood soured and whenever you would enter a room, he would glare at you..such a glare that you wouldn't be able to utter a word in his presence. Soon, he grew bored and one night, he pressed a knife against your throat with a cruel smile.

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden ? Did you forget our little agreement ? Last chance. Give me a reason not to kill you.."

Your heart raced and you looked around for an answer, anything to make him change his mind. Suddenly, a crazy idea flew through your mind and you took Morgan by the back of the neck to crash your lips together. You felt the knife still pressed against your throat, even a few droplets of blood running down your skin, but he hadn't slashed your throat yet, so you took it as a good sign. However, his eyes were still wide open, examining your features. Finally, he kissed you back and his knife clattered to the floor, one of his hands grabbing your hair to deepen the kiss. He closed his eyes and actually smiled against your lips. He was enjoying this ! However, he didn't count on you bitting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He hissed in pain, taking a couple steps back, but it gave you enough time for you to sprint towards the door you had left open earlier and run bare foot in the snow. You heard him behind you, chasing you.

"Come back here, little rabbit ! You won't survive. The woods are cold at night !"

He called after you, but you shouted back, determination fueling your legs and your lungs catching fire in your thorax.

"Dying of cold is better than living in fear !"

Suddenly, a sharp pain took a hold of you as your foot hit caught in a bear trap. You bit down on your hand to muffle your scream. You hid behind a tree, the blood in the snow the only hint of your presence as Morgan swept the landscape with his eyes. His smile instantly fell when he saw the blood. He ran to your hiding spot and crouched in front of you with worry in his eyes. He tried to touch you, but you slapped his hand away, even if you were shivering and the pain was excruciating. He focused on the bear trap and positioned his hands to open it, but you suddenly cried out.

"Just, kill me already ! Why do you keep me around if I'm just gonna be dinner to you, huh ?!"

He didn't answer your question and only warned you.

"It's going to hurt.."

He suddenly opened the bear trap and he didn't lie, it hurt like Hell. You screamed and your dried tears felt like ice on your skin. He gently pulled you into his arms and you were just too tired to protest as he carried you back. You couldn't even hear him when he muttered.

"I wish I knew myself.."

Hannibal Jr. loved the hunt, it was thrilling and playing the predator stalking its prey was just too tempting, feeling the life slowly dwindle away underneath his fingers and tasting the flesh of God's creatures on his tongue felt like he was—himself—turning into a sort of God. Normally, he wouldn't let anyone live, but this year ? He found himself unable to finish the hunt..He was the one to find you, your wide y/c eyes staring at him with tears in your eyes, but forcing them back in as you wouldn't let him see them, the animosity in your eyes and this will to live so strong he could feel it. So, he asked you.

"What would you do to live ?"

It was more by mindless curiosity than him really considering the option ? But, your answer intrigued him. Maybe it was the last divagation of someone who knew they had nowhere to run to or anyone to call for help, but a bitter laugh bubbled inside your throat as you leaned back against a tree and closed your eyes, waiting for the final blow.

"Who said I ever was alive to begin with ?"

Hannibal Jr. tilted his head to the side, observing you silently, measuring the true weight of your words ? He finally smiled and extended his hand towards you.

"Come with me..And, maybe ? You'll finally feel alive ?"

You opened your eyes and stared at his outstretched hand before hesitantly putting your hand in his. What other choice did you have anyway ?

A few weeks later :

Hannibal Jr was cooking when he heard you arrive and smiled knowingly.

"Fancy joining me ?"

You squealed in surprise at being caught, which only amused him further as he turned around to look at your deer in headlights expression. Priceless. You sighed in defeat before standing next to him. He—of course—never allowed you to wield a knife, but he did allow you to use different ustensils and pans to make yourself food after a moment..His mistake. You were handling a pan, when and idea came to your mind and you made sure not to turn on the fire before asking him.

"Why did you take me in ? What made you decide to let me live ?"

He stopped chopping vegetables to turn towards you and answer you truthfully.

"You interest me..I want to open your eyes. I want you to yield to me. I want you to forget everything that makes you you and surrender to me. I've never felt this towards anyone before..Perhaps, one person. But, he is long gone."

Your eyes widened at his confession and watered at the memory of your friends, all slaughtered because a psycho had taken an interest to you, because you reminded him of someone else. It wasn't even genuine interest for you, you were just a replacement. Your hold on the pan tightened until you turned towards him and yelled confidently.

"I will never yield to you, you monster !"

You took the pan's handle with both hands and swung it as hard as you could across his face and Hannibal Jr. groaned loudly in pain and you took his minute of inattention to run away. You tried to open the door, but it was locked and decided to hide in the nearest closet instead.

"I can smell you, love. No need to hide."

You heard his sing-song voice and closed your eyes, backing up as much as possible, making yourself as small as possible. However, your hand touch a wet and sticky substance on the floor and you froze before slowing turning your head and immediately covering your mouth for any noise not to leave your mouth, not to alert him as your eyes met the cold and lifeless eye of your ex.. or, what was left of him. You couldn't hold your tears anymore and a small whimper left your mouth. You didn't hear anything for a few seconds before the closet doors opened wide and Hannibal Jr. appeared in your field of vision. You tried to get away, but he grabbed your legs and pulled you out of the closet. You screamed and fiercely fought back, even succeeding into scratching his face, until he trapped your legs under your weight and pinned your arms to the floor.

"Stop."

He ordered, but you headbutted him instead. However, even though blood was dripping from his nose, he didn't show any sign of letting you go or even weakening his hold on you.

"Stop."

He repeated more firmly this time and you finally obeyed, your whole body going numb. He smiled at your submission before taking out a handkerchief and gently wiping the blood mixed with tears off your face.

"I will never love nor need you.."

He stopped his ministrations at your words and couldn't help but shrug before replying nonchalantly.

"In some way ? You already do.."

You frowned in confusion before he suddenly grabbed your jaw and kissed you. You're eyes widened and you tried to get him off you, but he didn't let go and at that moment, your mind simply switched off and before you knew it, your hand was in his hair and the other keeping him closer. When he broke the kiss, you almost whined at the loss of contact and he smiled knowingly before standing up, dusting himself as if the blood was nothing more than normal dirt that he could get off..

"I saw it the moment I captured you..That sparkle of curiosity in your eyes. I only ever saw fear or determination in all of preys' final moments..But, you ? You looked at me as if you were praying for someone to wake you up, you begged me to make you feel alive..Nobody ever asked me to make them feel alive."

He outstretched his hand towards you once more, waiting patiently for you to take it. You could have blamed the will to survive, the unconscious desire to see your loved ones, but deep down ? You knew why you took his hand. It wasn't a mistake, a desperate attempt to escape death..It was because for the first time in your life, you felt alive.

You were almost out of the forest and ran, hearing the cars not far ahead. However, before you could reach it, you heard someone whimper nearby. You turned your head towards then noise and saw a young man limping towards you with his hand outstretched towards you. He begged.

"PLEASE ! PLEASE ! PLEASE ! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE !"

Your eyes widened and you quickly figured that he may be one of their surviving victims and ran towards him to help him up and you both started walking towards the light, the end of the cursed forest that you wished you would soon leave behind..However, he tripped and you could see the real pain he was in as he clutched his leg and screamed. You quickly muffled his scream with your hand and looked around anxiously, praying that none of the psychos had actually heard him. You then turned your face back towards him and smiled reassuringly at him.

"Hey. You're Peter, right ? You were with the first group of campers.."

You lowered your hand and he panted, tearfully replying.

"Y..Yes.."

You nodded at his confirmation, patting his shoulder encouragingly.

"Hey. That's good. Look, Peter. We're almost out of here. But, I'll need you to stay quiet for a while, okay ?"

He nodded through his tears, even though he weakly replied.

"Leave me..Save yourself. I'm only slowing you down..At least, one of us will survive ?"

You shook your head vividly at his terrible proposition and threw his arms over your shoulders to make him stand up again.

"Hey..We're going to get out of this. Together."

He gave you a surprised expression, but still nodded in agreement. You were so close to the end of this nightmare that you failed to notice Peter's smile, until he stopped walking. You frowned in confusion and turned around to ask if everything was alright ? But, you then noticed something. He was standing on his good leg..He..He..He never was hurt, was he ? The realization hit you hard when you saw the rest of the family closing in on you, all wearing the same cold smile, but Peter's was the one which hurt you the most when it transformed into full on mad laughter as he threw his head back and mocked you openly..You didn't have any warning when someone knocked you up from behind, your body falling limp on the floor and the last vision of the road taunting you. So close..yet, so far. Your last thought was before you completely blacked out.

A few hours later :

You woke up and it took you a few seconds to get used to the light and recognize the shadow in the corner, his smile sending shivers down your spine as soon as your eyes met.

"You're finally up.."

He said before standing up. You instinctively tried to get away, but noticed that you were strapped to the chair.

"W..What ?"

You finally stammered, too scared to keep your voice even as he circled around you, like a shark waiting for the right time to attack. He finally stopped just in front of you, clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward with a creepy smile, giving you goosebumps.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't let you go. You're so pretty..Normally, we let the survivor go at the end. But, you ? I just couldn't..So pretty. So innocent. So...naïve."

He took your chin between two fingers and chuckled, the insanity echoing throughout the room as you tried your hardest not to break into tears.

"I used to be like you.."

He confessed, as if it was a sin that he was ashamed of and you then asked, your voice trembling with fear.

"You..You're one of them ?"

His smile reappeared on his face as he suddenly stood back straight and bowed lowly before laughing.

"Sorry. Sorry. I guess it's time I introduce myself ? I'm Peter. Peter Hannibal."

Hannibal..So, they were a family ? A family of nutcases..Just your luck.

"Y..You eat people ?"

You finally asked the dreaded question, remembering how your friends were teared to shreds by the other members of this so-called family..But, to your utter surprise, he shook his head.

"No. I don't.."

It sparked a little flame of hope in your heart, but he quickly extinguished it with his next words.

"I do so much worse. My sort of game is far more fun."

You frowned in incomprehension until he took a couple of steps back and coughed, as if to prepare his voice for an act. He then opened his eyes dramatically wide and twisted his mouth in a fake scream.

"Please. Please. Don't leave me !"

Your heart thumped to your feet as you understood and cursed yourself for falling so easily for his trick.

"Man..They all sound so surprised when I tell them at the end. Poor weak little Peter ? No..It can't be."

He laughed at the end, his laugh felt like torture in your ears as you muttered, part in disbelief, horror and in resignation at the prospect that you would never escape..

"You tricked me..You tricked all of us. We trusted you..My friends..Gosh. They all died because of you."

His smile faltered and he crouched in front of you, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.

"Not all of you died..Plus, my family hates wasting, so we try to hunt just what we need. Plus, they gave me you ! Isn't that good news ?! You can be my friend forever..You could even join the family eventually ? Just, let me love you ?"

You almost scoffed mockingly at his absurd request. Let him love you ? Never..You didn't want his love. But, you still forced yourself to smile and nod, a part of your brain still hoping that he would let you go if you just went along.

"Yeah..It couldn't be that bad, right ?"

He giggled and clapped his hands happily.

"Great ! How about I hug you ? You know ? Like couples usually do on TV ?"

You teared up..Here and there. You couldn't hold it in any longer. How could he sound so sweet and so cruel at the same time ? He pouted at your tears before wiping your tears away with his sleeves.

"There there..I'll take good care of you. You'll see."

He then embraced you, which only made it worse for you. His touch burned you and you only wanted one thing: to get away..However, there was this small part of you which found it soothing and even comforting, this small part that made your head lower on his shoulder and accept his touch..Peter gently stroked your hair and smiled softly.

"Don't worry. You're home now.."

You were one of the wardens of Hannibal Sr., the only one who actually didn't completely hate him. He was interesting and even though people feared him and told you to stay away, you couldn't help but interact with him.

"Hey, Hannibal Sr. ! How are you doing today ?"

He seemed in a happy mood today and addressed you a smile.

"Very well, Y/N..Tell me, are your money problems concerning your apartment settled ?"

You sighed loudly before sitting in front of his cage, getting out your lunch and shaking your head. You had chatted about your families and you had disclosed your money problems as you sent most of the money to your family and had very little for the rest..It was so easy to talk to him. You sometimes didn't even notice when your subjects of discussions went a little farther than necessary. But, of course, you had never told him where you lived or very personal info other than the general news and problems that everyone had, including money that didn't grow on trees.

"Unfortunately not.."

You bit down harshly on your sandwich in silent frustration and he seemed to think about it before his eyes lit up as an idea crossed his mind.

"Have you ever thought of getting a roommate ?"

A roommate ? You almost scoffed. Who would want to share an apartment with no TV, no couch and not even two beds ? Right..

"Unfortunately, demands are not so high."

He smiled enigmatically at you before shrugging.

"Who knows ? Luck often comes unexpectedly."

You smiled and tried to cheer up. Hannibal Sr. was right..All it took was a little luck. You came home that night with hope and this is when you heard a little bip coming from your phone. Your eyes widened as it was a notification from your last post about a roommate..Well well..Hannibal Sr. wasn't wrong after all ? The person was offering more than enough to buy your whole apartment, but you wouldn't complain. She didn't have a profile photo, but she did have a name.

"Nina Halb ? Well, you certainly sound lovely..Let's see."

You quickly searched for her name on the internet and soon found out that she was a history teacher of 36 moving to (y/c) to give classes at (l/s) school..Well, that sounded nice ! You quickly agreed and waited for her answer enthusiastically, but was disappointed not to receive anything. Weird..She just sent you a request, right ? You sighed loudly before getting off the bus and walked towards your building. You were about to open the door when you felt someone watching you and turned around, only to be met with three local thugs who smiled at you.

"Well well..Ain't you a pretty thing ?"

One of them said and you felt cold sweat running down your back before searching frantically for your keys, not bothering replying.

"Tss..Hey ! Don't ignore us !"

You finally found them and quickly inserted his in the key hole, but on of the men suddenly closed the door with his hand, preventing you from reaching for safety. You sighed. You really didn't want to fight today. Being a warden made you rather strong, but not enough to fight three guys on your own..You turned around, resolved to make sure these guys regretted picking you as a target, but you then heard a voice behind you.

"Is everything all right here ?"

You froze..It couldn't be. You..It couldn't be..You turned around slowly, dread filling your whole being and you were sur your heart stopped for a second or two as none other than Hannibal Sr. was now standing before you, his usual polite smile on his face. You took a couple steps back, but one warning glance from him and you stopped.

"R..Run.."

You uttered, but the other guys mistook who the warning was for and one of them took a step towards Hannibal Sr. with his pocket knife in hand.

"Do what the lady/guy says or you'll get it, grandpa.."

Hannibal Sr.'s composure didn't break at the appellation and he didn't even think twice before biting the guy's hand holding the knife who sunk to the floor in pain, yelling.

"The f*cker bit my hand !"

The other two came forward, but Hannibal Sr. took out a gun from his breast pocket and simply ordered :

"Scram."

They didn't waste any time and pulled up their friend to run. You wanted to do the same, but Hannibal Sr. gave you a look that clearly signified that it wasn't an option for you. He grabbed your arms to pulled you inside after him, followed by the most awkward elevator moment of your life and your hand shaking as you finally opened the door to your apartment. You both came in and, as soon as you were in, you tried to scare him.

"M..My new roommate will be there tomorrow ! Someone will notice my absence ! So, killing me wouldn't do you any good !"

He arked an eyebrow at your pitiful attempt at begging for your life, but he only gave a circular look around the room and sighed. He ignored your words.

"Well, you weren't lying..It really is empty."

You suddenly felt self-conscious about your apartment, but it quickly faded when you remembered who exactly was in your apartment right now..

"How..How did you escape ?! How did you find me ?!"

He chuckled before sitting down on one of your only chairs before replying enigmatically.

"It's funny how much information you can find on a person when searching through their personal file ? My son did a bit of research and decided that I had to stay somewhere else for the moment ? And, where else than at my favorite warden's place, hmm ?"

You opened and closed your mouth repeatedly, unable to pronounce a sound before Hannibal Sr. continued.

"My son sent you that message about the "new roommate". Nina Halb, was it ? Come on..I was sure you would have figured it out by now..You're smart."

You frowned in confusion, trying to understand, until it finally clicked. Nina Halb ! Hannibal ! How could you have been so stupid ?! He seemed to see the realization on your face and smiled knowingly.

"I'll stay here for a few months..If you dare tell someone ? I'll come after your loved ones and will even.."

He took a few determined steps towards you until you found yourself trapped between him and your fridge.

"...I'll eat you whole."

Your breath hitched at his sudden closeness and he seemed to pick up on your nervousness as he smiled and, to your surprise, kissed your forehead.

"Do you understand, my dear ?"

You had no choice but to agree.

"Yes. I understand.."

He seemed satisfied enough with your answer as he gave you your personal space back.

"Good girl/boy."

You blushed a little at the praise before he made his way to the bathroom.

"I will of course pay the exact amount written in the contract, so you won't have to worry about paying rent or anything for me, ! Now, if you'll excuse me..? I haven't had a good shower in years !"

He closed the door behind him and you stayed there, dumbfounded. This was crazy. This whole situation was batsh*t crazy ! You should call the police right now..The national guard even ! But, threats of Hannibal Sr. came back in your mind and you resigned yourself to only sigh heavily and go to bed.

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[anonymouslosersworld]

Punishing Perv Souya

Punishing perv Souya

warning: mentions of pervert Souya, sex, overstimulation, punishment and hand jobs/fingering(male receiving). Obviously it mentions sex and some good degradation.

All characters are over 18+ no minors allowed.

Perv-Souya Kawata     {Masterlist 1}   {masterlist 2}

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Sometimes Souya curses his own existence.

But he couldn't help himself.

You were just so freaking pretty and so close to him.

He can't help it. You were too much for him.

Souya is a very weak man when it comes to you. He's so desperate to touch you that he takes whatever excuse he can to touch you.

Oh sorry, the subway is too full and there's no space so I have to press up against you.

While having his whole ass body pressed against you. Souya remembers the way your body felt pressed up against his and he will never admit that he jerked off to that.

Windy day and you have a skirt on?? Souya wholeheartedly volunteers to hold your skirt down by leaving and pressing his hand on your ass.

" So that you won't flash strangers. "

Oh, you don't have a seat?? Consider it your throne. Feel free to sit on his lap. Man has to fight his own cock to not get a boner.

The same thing happens when he sees you bend down in front of him.

Souya will always jerk off to the feeling of your chest on him while the both of you cuddle. He almost cries because your breasts are so close yet so far.

Souya loves everything about you and your body. He wants you to use him. Punish him for being so dirty to you.

God, he wants you to touch him so badly or let him touch you.

The soft breathing beside him tells him you're asleep. It was your weekly Friday sleepover and you'd fallen asleep after watching a couple of movies with him. Your arms and legs were wrapped around him. He felt you pulling him closer with no space between the both of you.

The steady rise and fall of your chest was very luring.

If only he didn't pop a boner from just staring at your chest. He wondered how they felt like. What they felt like in his hand. God, he wanted to shove his face in your breasts. Just one touch and he'd satisfied.

Should he??

Could he?

He could feel your cushioned goodness. You weren't wearing a bra.

Just one touch, so close..

Souya's hand reached out, you wouldn't know right?? It would be a quick little touch.

The sound of sheets disrupted Souya's train of thought. Souya's eyes widened, were you awake?? Were you going to catch him red-handed??

" Souya?" You lightly whispered before moving one of your hands underneath his shirt. Your head moved between his shoulder and neck. He could feel your light breathing on his neck as you placed your hand onto his chest.

Souya's breath hitched and he became stiff as you moved.

Oh god, you were touching him.

"Souya?" Your voice called out to him as you rubbed his chest.

"Yes?"

"Were you trying to touch my tits as I was sleeping?"

"...."

"Souya I asked you a question."

"N-no?" Souya felt like a fish out of water. You had caught him red-handed.

" Oh really??" You smirked as you moved on top of him. Your body trapping his own.

Souya could feel your thighs around his hips, keeping him in place and you pinned his arms above his head.

He knows this is bad but he felt so good.

You were touching him..

"You know Souya I don't like it when you lie to me. " you whispered to his ear. "Are you sure ?"

" I..I didn't I wasn't." Souya struggled to say to you .

The way you looked at him went straight to his cock. He kept quiet as you sat on his hips. You leaned over his head and with your free hand pulled the neckline of your shirt.

" You don't want to see them Souya?" Souya could feel himself shaking a little as he looked down your shirt. With a heavy blush Souya looked at your breasts.

They were so cute.. Like you

"Do you like them? You stare at them so much. " you pressed them forward onto Souya's face before he could answer. His mouth watered as he felt them press onto his face. " lick them Souya."

"I ca-ah!" Souya moaned as you moved further into his lap right onto his cock. He could feel you on him. The only things separating his cock were both of your underwear. He felt dazed and overwhelmed. Your breasts were on his face and the warmth of your pussy was making his cock let out precum

"Can I touch you Souya??" You asked him as you lightly rocked your hips. He moaned as he buckled into your pussy.

" 'mm sorry. Please touch me."

"Good boy Souya." You smirk as you move your hips teasing his cock. Souya's cock practically chasing after your pussy . "baby your go'nna ruin my underwear."

Souya moans louder as he thrusts into ass. He wants to ruin your underwear so much and keep them.

" So naughty Souya." You say as you suck on his neck. " I have to punish you."

Souya looked at you with a dazed look not knowing what you had in store for him. 

Souya could feel the beads of sweat rolling off his body as you toyed with his cock after making him cum twice. 

“ Look at you slut. you look so cute covered in your cum.” You said as you jerked him off for the 3rd time that night “I can’t believe you were hiding your cock from me. You probably don’t even know how to use it, do you?? That’s why you never fucked anyone. Stupid useless dick of yours ” 

Souya whined while squirming around on his bed. Everything he had imagined was coming true. you were using him as he desired. But damn he wanted to cum. 

“Oh look your tip is red. “ You say as you lean down and give him a good long lick on his cock.

“Ah! pl-please!” Souya moaned out. Smirking you decide to have some mercy on him. you take off your shirt and press your breasts against his cock.

“Eyes on me Perv, I'm going to give you a little show.” Putting his dick between your breasts as you begin to rub his cock with your tits.  You duck your head down and suck on his tip as it peeks out of your breasts. 

Souya was losing his goddam mind, he looked at you with half-lidded eyes while moaning loudly. He honestly couldn’t take anymore. It was too much for him, but he would take anything you gave him. 

The next morning after you completely destroyed his dick, Souya woke up to your naked bodies entangled together. 

Souya blushes as he remembers  what the two of you did together last night. He thanked his lucky stars that you two did this while his brother was out because he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Since you decided to literally fuck him all over the house and fuck him dumb in the process. His entire body felt so sore as he tried to move a little. He smiled as he leaned down and kissed your temple before heading to the kitchen.  

“well you had a fun night.’’ he suddenly heard. His heart felt with dread as he turned to see his brother with his signature smile.

“oh wow she really did a number on you didn’t she.” Smiley teases him as he motions to all of the hickeys his now girlfriend left him. “ she has quite the appetite. set your ass straight?’’

Souya blushed as he turned to the fridge.

 “I-.’‘Souya he felt arms wrap around his waist before he could reply. 

“So this is where you went baby? I missed you.” you say as you feel him up. 

“ Baby, I can’t my cock is sore.’‘ hw whispered to you so Nahoya couldn't hear your conversation. Souya saw you smirked and had a familiar feeling bubble up in his stomach

“So I could just fuck your ass like I did last night.” you said as you sucked on his neck again while groping his ass shamelessly. “ you have such a good ass Souya, I want to fuck you again and again till you tap out. Till your dumb on my fingers like yesterday. So be a good little slut and get into bed because I'm not letting you out till you can’t walk and can’t think.” You say before leaving the kitchen and winking at Nahoya as you passed him.  

For the first time in the Kawata household, it was silent. No words were spoken as Souya left the kitchen after you. 

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?” she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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Te Amo

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Pairing: Kylo Ren x Hux!Pregnant!Reader!

Warning: blood, sad shit, cannon violence

Summery: Kylo’s Nightmares grow stronger, and so does (y/n) way with the force.

Authors note: There is some serious Cannon Storyline changes in this and the next chapter I’m so sorry if that bothers you but it is for the purpose of the Fic!

Chapter 1: Vetiti Fructus

Chapter 2: Gravidam

Chapter 3: Consilium

Chapter 4: Impetu

Kylo stood behind (y/n) once again, but this time it was different, this time she was not in his arms, she was in the center of the thrown room. Floating in the air, screaming so loudly he could not hear. She was being tortured, and he could do nothing to stop it, nothing to end her suffering or to sacrifice himself. Snoke spoke up with a terrible growl, looking past Kylo.

“Say it, admit to what you have done!” Snoke yelled looking passed him. Kylo turned seeing himself again.

“I will not to admit to such a thing.” He said and (y/n)’s torture only continued, the scream was heart shattering as she looked back him to the Kylo that stood across the room. He couldn’t take to see her like this but the one he looked at seem to not care, and the one he looked at was him. Her skins work him from his thought and he walked over to the other version of himself.

“Say it!” He said but the other Kylo did not move. “Say whatever it is you did! Don’t let this continue!” He yelled and tried to grab the other him but his hands slipped threw. “Oh stars... please. Don’t let this continue...”

“Admit to tampering with the force, and she will be set free.” Snoke said his voice fury. Kylo looked around confused once he heard what Snoke had said, he moved away from his other self as he processed the allegation, tampering with the force. He hadn’t done that. Had he? He looked over at (y/n) she was in pain, he couldn’t bare to look at her.

Had his child with her broken the ways of the force, or will he do something that will. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the color red, it was bright against her dress. Blood.

Her blood

He shot up from the bed again, this time tears coated his eyes as he looked around. He was in his room tonight so she was not there to comfort him, but he needed to see her, needed to know if she was alright, if his child was alright. He got up dressing himself in a loose black robe before making his way across the hall and into her apartment. He found the nights off and the room was colder then normal, but she was sitting in the chair by the window, the lamp flickering on and off as she waved her hand near it.

“I thought I told you not to do that...” he said walking across the room towards her. He grabbed her hand and the lamp turned off, leaving only the stars to illuminate the room. “You’re going to hurt yourself...”

“If I don’t it feels like I’m going to explode, I have to do something with it...” she said looking up at him and playing with his fingers.

“How’s the baby?” He asked squatting down in front of her, his large hands coming up to lay gently in her 5 month pregnant stomach. The baby was strong, still feeling it was stronger then it should be.

“Okay I hope.” She said running her fingers threw his hair. “The nurses said it was healthy.”

“Nothing unusual?” He said looking up at her.

“Not that they could tell, as far as anything goes it’s me doing this, not the baby...” he furrowed his brow at the thought, did she really have the force this whole time and he didn’t know?

“But I’ve lived my whole life without feeling anything like this Kylo, I don’t think it’s me.” She said with worry in her eyes. He moved up kissing her lips gently.

“If it’s not you then we have a little Sith Lord on our hands.” He said against her lips causing her to chuckle.

“One can only hope.” She said kissing him again. “now, do you want to tell me why you’re awake so late?” She said pushing hair away from his face, then running her hand down his neck to his exposed chest under the untied robe. He sighed and placed his hand over hers, it laid on his heart perfectly.

“I had to see if you and the baby were alright.” He said rubbing her stomach feeling the life force in it.

“Don’t lie to me...” she said her small hand coming up and cupping his face, he shook his head and took in a deep breathe looking down . “Kylo...” she said and he looked back up at her, eyes watery, glazed over with tears. “Come here...” she said pulling him into her, letting him cry into her shoulder as she played with his hair.

“I never realized how much a family meant to me till I got you,” Kylo said with a sob into her shoulder, his weak voice broke her heart.

“I got you, and this child, and a future I never thought I’d have.” He said his voice breaking with every words, his left hand falling down to her stomach, pushing away the thin shirt and letting his warm hand rest of her warm skin.

“You gave me the chance to be the father, my father never was.” He took in a deep breathe to calm down, pushing away the flash backs of the nightmare. “If something happened to you, or this child, I don’t know what I’d do with myself (y/n)”

“This is about your dreams isn’t it...” she said realization running threw her, fear slowly creeping up her spine.

“You don’t need to worry about those, everything will be fine. I promise.” She said looking at him.

“I do, that’s the problem.” He pulled away and held her face in his hands.

“I love you, (y/n)....”

His words made her face heat up, her whole body in-fact. She could almost feel tears in her eyes, no, she did feel tears In her eyes, damn pregnant emotions. She was crying in front of him and he couldn’t do anything but wipe them away, and think he over stepped. His large thumps moved over her cheeks wiping away her tear as she looked at him.

“(Y/n) I didn’t mean to upset you, I... I’m sorry I just...” he shook his head and watched her, he didn’t know what to do or how to act.

“No, Kylo... you did nothing wrong.” She smiled at him. “I love you too.” She said pulling him into a kiss, it was loving passionate, different from there first. This one packed much more emotion.

“Come on lets sleep, I have a mission tomorrow.”

—

When she woke up he was gone, she knew he was on a mission though so it was shocking. Just like the next 3 days without him, it wasn’t a shock to find him not here. It wasn’t until the forth day that she began to worry. Because the day following was much different.

She had finally fallen asleep, Kylo not being around was taking a toll on her sleeping, it seems she can’t find any with him around unless she can’t stand to be awake any longer. Like now.

She wasn’t standing on the ship, or in her room, or anywhere familiar to her at least. It was cold, frozen, the trees were taller then any she’d ever seen. But the glow, the glow that she could see peeking threw the trees was familiar. The fed meeting the blue, the sound of light of light. Kylo...

she ran towards its avoiding trees and going as fast as she could. The long black of the dress she’s fallen asleep I’m trailing behind her. When she got to them everything felt to real, she was still far away enough that they didn’t notice her, but the cold on her skin pricked up telling her this wasn’t a dream, this was real. She watched unsure of what to do until Rey had him down about to finish him, she was there in an instant, her hands held up the lightsaber stopping mid air. She saved him, with the force, and she couldn’t explain it.

“(Y/n)” Kylo said shocked going to grab her but then she was gone and with just enough time to get the upper ground on Rey again. She saved his life and neither of them knew how.

She sat up quickly her hand meeting her stomach as floating objects around the room fell to the floor creaking noise. What had she done? Was that real or a dream? She looked around with her hands shaking as she saw the broken items on the floor. She was scared, not only for her but for the child. If the child could give her those powers, what would they be able to do full grown? What would people use them for? Who would use them?

“Snoke...” she said below her breath, and as if on cue Hux walked in with a concerned look on his face, seeing her shaking form her ran to her checking in her without a second thought. The back of his hand rested on her forehead checking for a fever, while he kept asking if anything hurt or if she felt ok. She didn’t answer him tho, she kept trying to piece together what just happened.

“(Y/n)” he said making her look at him. “Answer me”

“I’m fine... “ she said nodding at him, closing her eyes and look down trying to remember what happened.

“What happened in here?” He said looking around the room.

“I don’t know.”

—

2 days, When Kylo returned he rushed to find her, he needed to know she was okay. He ran into her room finding her playing with floating Pens and pillows, as soon as he caught her eye she dropped them.

“Kylo...” she said looking at him and standing up.

“You saved my life...” he said moving to her grabbing her face in his hands.

“That was real...” she said shaking her head. “No I couldn’t... I... Kylo...”

“You saved my life, Princess.” He kissed her head and hugged her tightly, they stayed like that for a moment until his hands moved to her arms and he looked at her.

“Let me train you...” he said and she nodded.

—

“What if you don’t come back?” She said looking at him, they were in his office and she didn’t like the idea he had. He wanted to pretend to be Ben Solo again so Rey would help kill Snoke.

“I’ll come back I promise..” he moved holding her face. “ and when this is all over, I want you to marry me...” he said moving and holding out a silver ring with a large crystal on it, it was breathe taking, truly astonishing.

“Kylo I’m still a married women I ca—“

“And when Snoke is gone you can leave Hux, and be with me without a problem.... please.” He said pleading with her.

“How long will you be gone?” She said resting her forehead against his.

“2 months at most, I promise...” he said kissing her head. She took the ring from his hand placing it on her finger, the color of it changed instantly, turning purple against her skin. He chuckled seeing her reaction.

“It’s made from a piece of clear Kyber crystal, so it will change color to suit its user.” He looked at her. “It will protect you as well.” His said rubbing circles over her hand. She smiled at him and kissed him one last time.

“I love you”

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Title: November 2nd Author: Kate Huntington Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: Season 8/9 (before Mary comes back) Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader. (Sam, Castiel, John, and Mary mentioned) Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: Angst, grief over loss of family, fluff, sad!Dean Word Count: 2276 words Summary: The 2nd day of November, the day Dean’s mother died, is always a tough one to get through. This time however, Y/N is by his side to offer him support. Author’s note: This is a sad oneshot, people. But on this day, November 2nd, the day when it all started, it’s more than fitting. Beta’d by @winchest09 & @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

     The two on the display of the alarm clock flicks into a three as minutes slowly pass. 8.03 PM, it's almost time. Troubled, Dean lets the air escape from his lips and returns his gaze to the ceiling of the bunker. He hoped that after an exhausting hunt like the last, he’d be asleep by now. 

     It took the hunters four days to track down a ghoul in Savage, Mississippi. Add a fourteen hour drive back home to that and you’d think he’d be out like a light before even reaching his bed. Unfortunately, it’s quite the opposite and he wishes they had run into another job on the way over to Lebanon, so that at least his mind would be occupied. But with no new cases lined up, he remains lying on his back motionless, sheets pulled up to his chest, one hand behind his head. 

His jaw clenches as he thinks of the tragedy that struck so many years ago. After all that time it should be easier, right? It should be less hard to deal with days like these, time heals all wounds after all. But not this one. This wound is the foundation of all his illnesses, of all his problems, of his life.

He removes his hand from behind his head and settles back into his pillow, running his fingers through his hair. Again he glances aside at the neon numbers that tell the time. 8.08 PM now. He squirms a little, annoyed by the space he has all by himself. The bed is much cooler than usual, it seems bigger too. It’s because Y/N is missing from it. 

     He had withdrawn into his room a couple of hours ago and failed to invite her to come with him like he usually does. Now that he thinks of it, he has been giving her the cold shoulder for at least a week, so no wonder that she didn’t follow him to his chamber. Why does he do that? Why does he push everyone away who cares about him whenever life gets hard? He didn’t mean to ignore her on the ride home, he didn’t mean to snap when she adjusted the heater on the dashboard when she got cold. He didn’t mean to shove her hand away when she comfortingly laid it on his leg as a sign of support. Yet he did and he feels like an absolute dick. She is only trying to be there for him, to be the supporting girlfriend. But he can’t have it, he can’t accept it. If she witnesses how broken he truly is, why would she possibly want to stay with him? And yet treating her like dirt isn’t exactly delivering the message that he wants her with him either. Shit, he’s such an idiot. 

     Then the timepiece on the nightstand changes again, hitting 8.11 PM. His eyes linger at the display and he swallows back the lump that started to build in his throat. Eleven past eight, the moment the clock in Sammy’s nursery stopped ticking. The moment Azazel set foot in that room and fucked it all up.       Dean averts his gaze away again and shuts his eyes. Four years old at the time, but he remembers so many details. He remembers the intense heat from the fire, his mother’s horrifying screams, the smell of burning flesh, his father handing baby Sam to him. 

     Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don’t look back! Now, Dean! Go! 

     That’s when his mission started, that’s when the four year old grew into an adult. That moment right there changed everything. That moment when his mother died. 

     Soft creaking of the door interrupts his vivid memories and when he opens his eyes he sees Y/N, peeking inside his room.      “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she excuses herself timidly. “Just wanted to check in.”      “It’s okay,” Dean replies, voice raspy.      “I’ll get my stuff.”      Almost shameful, she moves into the bedroom and picks up her duffle bag, but Dean stops her.      “Where are you going?”      His questioning eyes are softer than they have been for the last couple of days. For the first time this week he seems genuinely worried about her and she ceases her actions.      “I can take a hint, Dean,” she returns, fiddling with the handles of the bag. “Look, if you wanna end this, I get it. I'll move out.”      “What? No!” He sits up, regretting every action or word that made her feel unwanted. “C’mere.”

     He can see that she has been longing for his invitation. Despite her efforts to hide it, tears shimmer in her eyes and it’s only now that Dean gets how scared she was. It couldn’t possibly be that she thought that he was going to break up with her, right? Insecure, Y/N moves closer and sits down on the edge of the bed. Bruising has started to surface on her right jaw, visible signs of the fight she had with the ghoul. He didn’t even ask her if she was alright.

     “I’m such an asshat,” Dean muddles, realizing the effects of his behavior as he grabs her hand and squeezes it softly.      His eyes meet hers and beg for forgiveness, but that’s not what she’s after. All she wants is to understand what is going on in that mind of his, why he’s building this Berlin Wall around himself.      “It’s alright,” she assures, glancing down at their locked hands as she moves her fingers over his battered knuckles softly. “Just… Please explain to me what’s wrong. If I did something to upset you, then I--”      “You didn’t,” he promises, trying to soothe her by gently cupping her face. “You think I’m acting this way because of you?”      She shrugs as her bottom lip begins to tremble. Unable to prevent her eyes from welling up, a single tear comes down her cheek, Dean wiping it away when it reaches his thumb. 

     To her, the signs were clear, though. He pushed her off, declined any affection and refused to talk to her. Maybe after being together for five months he got bored with her. Face it, Dean’s relationship track record isn’t very impressive; he hasn’t been able to hold on to a woman for very long. Why should she be any different?      “Hey, look at me.”      A pair of green orbs stare into her soul when she dares to meet them. The warmth coming from his dark pupils takes away some of the doubt, but not nearly all of it.      “You are the best thing that happened to me in a long, long time. You couldn’t possibly do anything wrong. This is not on you, you hear me?” he tells her, remorseful. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

     His eyes bounce between hers before he comes closer and presses a soft and tender kiss on her lips. It calms her down in an instant and she answers him gratefully. It’s amazing how Dean is able to wash away her insecurities, but then again he always had that effect on her. The lack of his love drowned her in doubt so overwhelming that it caused her to question everything she stands for. But the presence of it, well… let’s just say he is able to make her feel so incredibly special, that she could take on the world. 

     When Dean opens his eyes again and creates a little distance, her smile that had faded over the past week is back. He mirrors the expression, but can’t prevent his heartache from showing too.       Although he convinced her that she didn’t trigger his behaviour, it’s clear as day that he’s carrying a burden around that is forcing him on his knees.      “Then what is it, Dean? Please tell me,” she asks again. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

     He nods, but breaks eye contact nonetheless. Talking about the things that keep him up at night has never been his strong suit. He can’t even remember the last time he talked to anyone about his mother, except for Sam, who used to occasionally ask about her death when he was younger. Even then he wouldn’t waste more than a few words, too afraid it would surface emotions that he was glad to have buried so deep. But when he looks at Y/N again, he does the one thing he has never done with any woman: he opens up.      “On November 2nd, 1983, my mom was killed by a demon,” he starts off. “Today is the anniversary of her death and it’s uh - it’s always been a tough day for me.”

     He gazes away into nothingness as the warm light from the lamp on the bed stand shimmers into his teary eyes. She watches him, her mouth slightly opened in shock by this devastating unravelment, as compassion for her partner grows.       “Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas… They’re not really that much of a celebration when you barely have anyone left to spend it with,” Dean continues. “I was right there when it happened. Even though I was just a kid, I remember and… I-I don’t know, I just can’t seem to be able to let it go.”

     As he tells her what happened that dreadful night, she folds back the covers and snuggles up next to him, filling the emptiness that was there in her absence. Turned on her side facing him, she listens to the story, leaning on her elbow as her free hand grips his.      “The thing is… that if she hadn’t walked into the nursery that night, Azazel probably would’ve left her alone. She would’ve seen her kids grow up, Dad would most likely still be alive. Sam and I wouldn’t have learned how to fire a gun at the age of six,” he scoffs as he rubs his brow. “We would’ve had a childhood, a home… We would’ve been a family.”      His voice breaks on the final word and he keeps quiet, knowing that anything else would come out shaky. He tries to focus on the ceiling light, hoping that if he does, he will be able to keep it together. As he struggles to stay strong, Y/N continues to run her thumb over his hand, not letting go of his grip. 

     “I know it’s a dysfunctional one, but you have a family, Dean. Sam, Cas, me… We’re in this together,” she speaks wisely, trying to comfort him. “And I didn’t have the pleasure to meet your mother, but I bet she’d be damn proud of you after everything that you have done for the people you care about, and not just for them. You saved the world, Dean.”      He keeps staring at the ceiling, shaking his head. He’s not a hero. He started the damn apocalypse. He tortured souls in Hell. He did unimaginable things.       After swallowing thickly, he dares to test his voice again.      “This is not the life she wanted her kids to be raised in.” He knows. “It would make her so sad if she knew we're hunters…”

     The tightness in his chest overwhelms him, it pushes the tears that were gathering in the corner of his eye over the edge, causing them to run down his temples. He doesn’t want her to see this side of him, this weak and vulnerable excuse of a man. But he can’t help it, he can’t stop himself from breaking over his mother’s death for the first time since she passed. He fights the shake in his breath, the tears that keep gathering. Even as a kid he would bury it, stuff it all down and hide it for no one to see. It was one of the first things he learned in order to protect himself. But tonight, he can’t keep his grief at bay. 

     God, he misses her. He misses hearing her voice when she sang ‘Hey Jude’ to him before bedtime. He misses how she smelled like spices and cinnamon whenever she was baking pie. He misses how she hugged him whenever he needed comfort. He misses her so damn much. He chokes back a sob, his free hand running over his face to cover it. 

     “Hey, it’s okay,” Y/N hushes. “It’s okay, Dean. Come here.”      Y/N ushers him to roll into her, folding her arms around him. He lays his head against her chest, the steady metronome-like heartbeat coming from it calming him. It helps to steady his breathing, despite her tight cradle. He has never felt so safe with anyone except with the one person he is mourning over, and so he lets himself go. For the first time, he doesn’t feel the slightest uneasiness in their hug and at that moment he knows. He knows that whatever this is between the two of them, as long as Death doesn’t intervene, it is going to last. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? Death always intervenes, Death always takes a hold. It’s only a matter of time, like it’s only a matter of time before November 2nd passes. And like every year, tomorrow it will be easier to look up, to get out of bed, to fake a smile. What is different this year, though, is that he has someone by his side who understands why. 

     It takes a while before Dean’s respiration calms, before his eyelids stay closed. Finally, he’s asleep, but she won’t let go of him and continues to stroke his hair, pressing a soft kiss on his head every now and then. She won’t let go until it’s November 3rd.

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