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merao-mariposa · 2 months

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! I base myself on pasión de gavilanes (no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandons his busy life in the city when a mysterious envelope arrives at his apartment citing it in the name of BigQ, the bandit.

La araña escarlata is missing and Quakity in dispair searches for all his friends from that time in an effort to find Roier. And even though Missa is extremely reluctant to return to a life that only brought pain to his door, but he finds himself unable to slam the door in a friend's face.

The town is just as he remembered it from his nightly rides, only now it is more full and alive than ever! His eyes linger on how the children run after each other with wooden swords, unaware of how on the outskirts of the town, when the sunset begins to fade into night, the bandits go out to loot what they find, kill cattle, and steal from crops. Everything to move on to the next town the day after and repeate.

It was such an exhausting life, and even when it is over he knows well that it will never left him completely, he will never be able to have his own children or someone to give his life for.

While he is thinking about how much more dignified it would be to die in the arms of a lover than in an alley after a bar fight, a sudden pressure on his legs makes him lose his, already bad, balance, and fall against the sandy floor full of of rocks.

He looked up, scared, searching with his purple eyes for the cause of the fall and there he saw it, a little boy, at most 7-6 years old, sitting on the floor in front of him, clearly upset and with bleeding knees; the clear culprit of the collision that occurred.

The boy apologizes quickly but the frown on his face makes him believe otherwise, he doesn't doubt that he is sorry but there is something else, before the man can speak the boy growls angrily towards his knees, he sounds more annoyed than pitiful and he rushes to grab a wooden sword that he surely lost in the fall with a sudden gesture.

Missa knows that anger, he has seen it before and he knows almost that well that where it leads is not a place for a child.

So he gently stops him from making any gesture, "Those are some pretty bad scratches you have there, chico." Missa stands up to his full extent, blocking the sun a little with his back and Chayanne is only slightly surprised by a second. Before he tries to answer, Missa continues resolutely "everyone bleeds after a bad wound" "but that's what's worth it, they leave a mark under the blood like the god of blood, did you know?"

Chayanne shyly shakes his head, suddenly all of his lava-burning rage feels cold, curiosity replaces anger and he can't help but wonder if that blood god is as cool as he sounds? His father has told him about multiple gods like someone who tells bedtime stories, but his favorite has always been about the legendary warrior Technoblade, he doesn't think that this blood god could be cooler!

They take a walk through the square and Chayanne can begin to admit that the blood god may be cool, no cooler than his father or his hero! but he is so ominous and great especially at hunting his prey that they sound so annoyed with their desperate “Quaks”, they remind him of a certain professor!

These Quaks may not be cool (more annoying like Quakity) but this mystery man is, to a certain extent cool. It seems like he always knows what to say, his tone of voice is confident and happy, like someone who is talking to a good friend despite having only met him a few minutes ago and in a bad way. He doesn't seem to care that Chayanne knocked him to the hard floor or his initial animosity (which in his defense wasn't against the tall men, it was more against himself) he even gently reassures himself that there's nothing wrong with whining when attending to Mr Bad to clean and apply an ointment to his knees, Chayanne is a warrior so he does’nt cry, he doesn't complain! But he allowed Chayanne to squeeze his hand during the process if Chayanne feels like needing it.

When Mr. Slightly Cool and Mr. Bad began to quickly catch up, he noticed how instead of trying to get into the adults' conversation, Mr. Tall slowly pushed him to rest a little.

He brings Chayanne a glass of water and distracts Bad so Chayanne can sneak some extra candy from bad’s "good muffin pocket".

He will share em’ with her little sister.

That man may actually be a cool guy.

His eyes are purple, Chayanne notes.

He likes the cool-tall men.

Philza is a quiet man who has had his fair share of adventures in life, but it's over now. He now he is a simple samaritan with two children.

In his last years of wandering the world he heard a rumor about a kind of skull outlaw that was terrorizing the town of Quesadilla in Q.Essempi county, he immediately decided to settle there with his two children.

Call him insane, he sometimes scolds himself for looking for one last adventure with two such small, practically babies, children in tow but something inside him pushed him to believe that there was something more in Quesadilla, something wonderful waiting for him. He tried to ask his goddess about it, there was no direct answer, but at dawn when his little Tallulah opened her eyes, they had finally defined themselves. They were purple color.

Huge purple eyes that looked at him with such innocence that he swore there would never be pain in her life, neither hers nor her older brother's. He took it as the goddess's response to him to stay in the village and live peacefully.

And so the years passed in the little town, little Chayanne had a lot of energy, which he usually used to stab the other residents and little tallulah would grow up to be a really tall girl! Mute and extremely talented in music, Philza was proud of her and wondered if that musical talent was any kind of blessing because she hadn't learned it from him.

He saw the town change over the years, people come and people go, people who spoke English, people who spoke French, people who spoke Portuguese and people who spoke Spanish, it was by far the most varied place he had ever been and he felt comfortable that it still without constantly moving, his children could also learn about other cultures. Heck, Chayanne was even learning German with his godmother Niki!

Philza couldn't be happier, if it weren't for the fact that every once in a while he felt something just like a hair-pulling, deep in his chest, a hearth-pulling? As if he had to turn somewhere, look for something, find something that was waiting for him and that he needed even without knowing it.

He could leave it as something about getting old and ignore it, let it go, but he knew better; it was his goddess, pointing out something that he had missed or that she prophesied would be important. That's how it was when she found his children, his head was buzzing, not quite there, dragging him through the adoption room, his heart felt lighter now that the little bundle that was named as Chayanne by the facility was cradled in his chest.

But the instinctive need to move forward would not stop until he found a tiny, abandoned creature, who turned out to be the little girl forgotten and abandoned by the adoption facility; Tallulah.

It was easy to assume that after finding them, his idea of retiring was more than welcome and Phil decided to shake off the memory of those horrible facilities, he didn't want to remember them and much less for his children to know about those irresponsible federation bastards.

But thats the past.

Phil sighed, his years as a traveler and survivor had ruined his taste buds. he would have been fine before if it was just him just put some avocado on that bread and call it a day, am I rigth? But now he has two children and Tallulah is certainly sick of avocado toast, Chayanne is not going to fight but his son takes a long time looking at him when he is cooking, trying to stop him telepathically or some shit.

The thought makes him laugh lightly. Phil is functional enough to make a decent pasta to feed him and two children, he can see from the window in front of the sink the back-garden. Tallulah is feeding some crows that pass by, some even follow him during the day! The girl laughs at Brayan when he accidentally starts drowning in the bird nursery they set up especially for Esperanza, and Phil's heart melts for a second when he notices how some of them land protectively in front of the girl (before getting distracted and starting to to be chaotic, again) the image reminds him that the food is already there and his nest is empty so he hurries to open the window, calls Tallulah and go out to look for Chay. He's probably wandering around town again or hanging out with Ramon.

Whatever the case, his son is strong, Phil knows the people of the town like the back of his hand, and he knows that they would never hurt his son, he knows it and he doesn't find it in himself to be worried. Still he runs, hurried he doesn't know why but he feels that he must hurry before it leaves, before what leaves?

He doesn't know it but he keeps hurriedly looking around him and his heart gallops in his chest with longing, pulling him faster, pulling his heart wich is whispering a name he never heard before.

When Phil arrives at the center of the town, he did’nt see that some of the crows had followed him moving furiously through the air vibrating and caw with excitement absolutely ecstatic, the crows know something that he does not yet which only makes him want to laugh, he is ready, he does, it been for so long, where is it, where is it, needs to see it needs to find-

“Chayanne!”

The boy stops laughing at one of the jokes that Missa made, his small face lights up at the shouting voice of who Missas assumes is his father. They both look alike, light skin and straw yellow hair, Missa stops suddenly, unsure of approaching to the handsome man with the striped hat, oh god, what if he thinks badly of him? he wanna die, did he see Missa barking at one of the guard dogs to make laugh?, did he see him playing music with a random bottle he found? Gods, que alguien por favor lo maté.

His son is there, he is fine and he knew it, some crows celebrate seeing the child but Phil's eyes soon find the man who accompanies his son through the square, he never seen him before, he would remember it, that should scare him and Phil pushes his rational mind to be paranoid, while inside, in deep his brain that he jokingly calls "bird brain" feels calm as if he's finally scratched a nagging itch in.

Before he can decide whether to slowly approach the man and thank him for finding his son or, on the contrary, lead Chayanne away from the extremely tall, unknown guy, he sees something; sees how one of his crows lands on the mysterious man's shoulder as if it would have done it before as if it belonged there and Phils eyes allow themselves to wander once he is close enough to the stranger's face and oh…Uh oh.

He's handsome, not just handsome but like; his kind. Damm?

The tall man, with a pretty face, long black hair, and dark-colored clothing with bright blues, looks him in the eyes before looking away nervously and Phil now not only wants to laugh but laugh out loud.

He found it. It is not even an "it" but a "he". Chayanne looks at the exchange (or lack thereof) confused and Phil almost wants to slap the crow when it gives him a look he can only define as an “I told you so.” But that can wait now he has to show up before the guy he's been after, searching, without even knowing it. Try to talk before he guy makes himself more small over himself.

Hiding his blush as best he can, Phil extends a hand, noticing that the stranger had been nervously petting the crow on his shoulder, Phil breaths and finally introduces himself.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

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Quick translations and author's notes:

La araña escarlata: The scarlett spider. Chico: literally "boy" but used as kiddo in this context. alguien por favor mateme: somebody please kill me. AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! I wanted this to be short, I wanted to write something else in death duo (platonic way) but my sleep crisis took control and I've been on this all day, Pissa nation this is my offering! asterisk-reverence-asterisk/j Thank you very much for supporting my first post, you guys were lovely <3 I will try to upload the Spanish version of both posts for the ones who speak Spanish in here (please raise your hand like me xd) also obviously the title comes from the song, don't expect explicit things because I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you for reading I love you very much 💞💞

#pissa #qsmp pissa #they are kissing #in a not platonical way #this time i mean #in a cowboy way #qsmp #death family #qsmp philza #qsmp Missa #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #missasinfonia #(?)#qsmp au #pissa nation #pissa au #qsmp eggs #cowboy-outlaw au

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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Sephiroth Headcanons pt 1

-----dating them includes-----------------------------------------

-Advance training Don’t you think just because your sephiroth’s lover doesn't mean you have a pass. It’s because your his lover you have to be 10X better than everyone else and he’ll make sure you do

-Rooming in with him Although it isn't a must have but he’d love for you to room with him as a sort of comfort. It’ll be like a symbol of his and your trust in each other

-Taking his missions Similarly to Zack in crisis core you do take some of the missions that were assigned to him And both you and zack agree that he is a bit spoiled

-Daily trips for hair products This man goes through shampoo and conditioner faster than he could give cloud dispair and makes italian BBQ out of mario. You have to atleast make two or more trips per week to get shampoo and conditioner and I hope you don’t mind if sephiroth uses your shampoo if you forgot to go get some more.

----How do they get your attention---------------------------------------

I honestly don't know how he can’t get your attention. If you managed to ignore him he probably would either grab your attention by doing something physical or make you look at him so he can tease you for it. Some examples would be taking off his shirt in front of you, making you sit on his lap, or just whisper a complement or two in your ear or all of the above. He would mostly do that because he’s bored or wants to get a reaction from you

----What happens when there jealous------------------------------------

-it’s very hard to get him jealous due to the Genesis and his many attempts to make him jealous before you two became a item but even he has limits - if someone was flirting with you, he’ll simply drag you away and wouldn't dare look back - if a person is bothering you, you’ll get two versions of him - “normal” :he’ll either handle it as normal as possible like dragging you away while glaring dagger at the creep - “murder is alway a option”: the creep will meet the end of his blade but fortunately/unfortunately you’ll have to drag him away before he commits a crime

--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---------------

-shock, just shocked -he really doesn't get many I love you’s and would most likely would not know how to react -at the same time it gives him a reality check which puts a smile on his face -he would realized that he has someone who loves him and he has someone to love -he would ask you to say it again just for that feeling as he is still new to affection -he would smile at random times just because you said I love you to him -Angeal and Genesis would question him on that but he would brush it off or tell them to guess

#sephiroth #ff7 x reader #ff7 #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29

Summary: you have your doll baby!

Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders. His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him. “How are you already wet?”

“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”

“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air. “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm. “She’s so cute though.”

“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep. “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you. Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch. The best wake-up call. Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way. Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.

Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs. He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual. And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you. When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth. Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.

“Doll, baby, you almost close?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers. Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.

“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake. “Eh.”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth. “Finish,” he moves a bit faster. Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby. Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing. Screams did not happen with this baby. They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.

You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention. “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”

“No!” Hayden grunts on your back. Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you. You were the weak one when it came to her. “Don’t you dare. Uh! Oh god. Doll, I feel you, baby. You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip. Let go. Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first. He is perfect. You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with. “Don’t listen to her, right now. Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close. You feel me? You feel how you have me twitching?”

“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden. Feeling every part of him. Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock. “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.

“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again. Already growing weary of you not responding.

“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.

“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full. Ready for her to suck on. Go on. Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”

“Mama. My mama.”

“They do hurt though. You know she loves you.”

“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber. If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me. It’s cruel. She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed. “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”

“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom. “They help with milk production. They’re good for us.”

“Yes, yes. Good for the boobies. What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.

Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten. “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands. “My mama!”

“Good morning, Cozy baby. How did you sleep? Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny. “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling. Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does. And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s. Let’s get you changed, my baby. And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change. Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile. Hearing his two girls babble in the morning. Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.

“And Cozy is finished. Can you quit eating BunBun? Let’s go see daddy, okay?”

“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”

“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”

“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls. He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter. He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.

“Leave her be. She is ready to…”

“Suck on the boobies!”

“Yeah!”

“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down. Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on. “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”

“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls. Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me. She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”

“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then. Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip. I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”

“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”

“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her. “You tell daddy that he’s being silly. He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”

“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her. I get it, what I get to play with no one does. And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama. I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin. Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his. The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss. Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby. Even if she was pushing his arm away. Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed. Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.

“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss. “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”

“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer. “After Doodle goes outside.”

“I’m only kidding. I know he’s already seen your boobies.”

“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”

“Growl, yes ma’am.”

“No! Call me baby.”

“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again. Slotting his lips against yours. The best mornings happened every morning.

“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test. She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you. Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”

“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her. “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird. Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.

“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever. Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy. Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, both it is there. Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”

“Yeah!”

This is how you found the sweetest things in the world. Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle. His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time. “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”

“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”

“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest. Like how could I want anything more?”

“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA. I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you knew, and didn’t tell me. That can only mean one thing.”

The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that. “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out. “No.”

“Dede!”

“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other. She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad

“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face. “Dede!”

“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines. Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there. “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart. C’mere.”

Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly. Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him. Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work. Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed. She was even laying on his belly. And you had to miss it.

“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”

“She’s like you, babe. Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner? Curtis should be here soon. Amaris? You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”

“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.

“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer. You’ll be fine. You’re a big boy now. And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.

“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”

“Yes, Haydes. Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen. Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.

Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis. Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby. Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach. Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.

“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”

“Uh…well…”

“Is it serious? I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”

“No,” she blurts out immediately. “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting. This is new territory for all of us. Especially me.”

A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids. A longing look clouding her eyes. “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away. “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”

“Oh. Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”

“That soon?”

“No. No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club. My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment. Do whatever he likes. I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time. I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family. And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow. I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him. I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that. Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman. He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”

Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head. Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him. He was built to be a father. “I want to give him that. I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby. But I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”

“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to. You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up. She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details. “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”

She sighs, and leans in to hug you. Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly. “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”

“He’s a good man, Angel. The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”

“What if I never can?”

“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you. Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy. “I started off with touching myself. Get comfortable with me. And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed. Our kisses lasted longer. My body craved his. I would straddle him, and you know grind on him. A lot of clothes on stuff happened. And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me. There’s ways. And I didn’t feel empty afterwards. I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened. Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted. I…we made our dreams happen. I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier. And the next day, even happier. It happens everyday. He’s my best friend.”

“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears. Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks. “They call him your boyfriend.”

“Curtis is my friend. And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him. I share everything with Hayden.”

“Even bodily fluids.”

“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way. Getting to be a bit more candid with a female. Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded. “I know Haydes is a lot for some people. But he’s my perfect. He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here. Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands. I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”

“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again. “He’s corny. Corny dad jokes.”

“But he makes you laugh. He doesn’t make you cry. Trust your gut. You want him. He wants you. Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react. That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath. “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her. Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.

Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches. Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you. The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you. Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses. “Okay, you need some floor time. Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”

“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor. Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.

“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy. “Look how smart my babies are.”

“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom. Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for. Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”

Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again. “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny. “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully. Ready to be held closely.

“No, it’s not time. You play,” silly girl. Trying to trick her way into nursing. She wasn’t even sleepy. Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them. Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.

“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s. Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing. Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.

“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap. “Aren’t you, Cozette? Are you rotten to the core?”

Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage. Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.

“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door. Laughing when he bursts through. “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out. He did it. He said he was going to. Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self. “You didn’t.”

Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy. Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to. Look at hims wittle winkle butt. Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”

“Co!”

“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed. His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand. “Coze, come look at him.”

Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet. “Baby, Coco got you a puppy. He said you needed it.”

“Co?”

“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”

“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you. Hating that she could pull herself up now. And she points at his nose. Looking up at you and Hayden. “Co!”

“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”

“Mek!”

“No, milk right now. You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy. Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again. Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again. “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”

“And he gets alone time from the pup. You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down. “Oh, come on, big guy. We’re still pals. You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed. Wherever you want. That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”

“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly. All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy. Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them. They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.

“Yes, my Cozy. Dis is your puppy. And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”

“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her. And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”

“Yes. Now, let’s eat.”

“Mek!”

“Okay, you guys eat. Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”

“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you. You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”

“Here. Hold her. I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused. “Oh, good grief, Buck. Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here. You’re going to have to be around her. And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes. And don’t let her fall on the floor.”

“What?” He shouts as she walks away. “Why would you say that. Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out. Scratching beside her ears. “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears. Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip! Make it stop!”

“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky. “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices. You’re scaring her. Now, just hold her. Softly. She’s a soft baby. Get her bunny.”

“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it. “My mama?”

“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah. They’re coming back. Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest. Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears. “I get your name. You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”

“My mama,” she whimpers. Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop. Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm. Her little hand grasping to his shirt. “My mama.”

“She’s something, huh? She’s surprised even me. Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky. She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit. “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age. She grew up. Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot. One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“She did good. You were…were supposed to have a sister. She was my baby.”

“My mama.”

“Yeah. With your mama. I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her. Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky. Blinking her eyes twice at him. “You’re pretty cute. I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes. You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”

“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her. Her eyebrows animated as she speaks. It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable. Using her hands to gesture about something.

“Yeah. I agree with all that you said. Your mom is a pretty cool human. Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup. Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve. “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married. It was painful. But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart? You’re good with kids, Buck.”

“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “But!”

“See, what you did. Now she’s calling me But. It’s Buck. Or Bucky.”

“It’s cute. But you’re good with them. Sailor, too.”

“I don’t think I want kids anymore. I think I just wanted one. It was really Doll that wanted kids. And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended. Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

“Doll has her a baby doll. She acts so much like her mama at times. So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky. Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling. Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.

“Why is she doing that?” Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self. “She really is a cute little thing.”

“She’s flirting. She does that with Andy, too. Cozy, you want to put your jammies on? Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them. We got your pillow bed. Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest. Whimpering about her mama. “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon. Let me get you a bottle.”

“Mek. My mama.”

“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.

“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”

“She nurses, Bucky. My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.

“She’s crying again.”

“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest. And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.

“My mama!”

“The dog is coming over to her. She has everyone trained.”

“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave. Shh. Cozy, come here baby.”

“Mama! Mek!”

Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you. Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you. Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”

“My mama!”

“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy. Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest. “Doll, baby, go feed her. We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky. “She’s cute isn’t she? We made a cute baby. My god, I love that kid.”

“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously. Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”

“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look. “I’m extending an olive branch. It’s fine. We fell for the same woman, but I married her. And she’s madly in love with me.”

“Hayden! Oh my goodness. Sailor, you waiting on daddy? Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”

“Daddy!”

“Sorry, that was insensitive. You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you. We all have pasts. And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated. Well…you did…you were together. It is fine. I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday. So we’re good.”

“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod. Hayden was a dork, and he knew it. “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much. And yes, you made a cute baby.”

“One of the cutest. Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”

You hear every word that they’re saying. Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed. You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes. The way they sit against her cheeks. She was perfect. Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.

You had so many more laughs than cries. The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine. And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past. You were his now. An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.

“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you. Whispering some nonsense of her own. Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open. “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”

She was completely milk drunk. Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired. She’ll go straight to bed. And Curtis is having a sleepover.”

“Yep. Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys. Bucky, thanks for not being a punk. And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair. “We’ll get her for your date night next time. Doodle, buddy, follow mama. Diesel, my man, you wander too much still. Get in these arms.”

“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well. Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls. “Up. Uh! Dada! My mama!”

“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something. She’ll be out in a minute. Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”

“No. My mama.”

“You can’t walk, Cozy. It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on. Can you walk to Nini.”

“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap. “My mama.”

“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama. Come on baby. Come see Nini. I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara. Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance. Taking another step so determined to get to Tara. “There you go. Come on. Come to Nini. Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here. We’ll all check later.”

“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby? Look at her. Her chonky little legs walking like that?”

“Yes, son. You made the most beautiful little girl. I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open. You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer. You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results. Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard. Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.

“Honey, you can always take…”

“I passed. I’m done. I’m a CPA. Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you. You said it. It had to be real. You read over that email so many times. It wasn’t a dream. This was a reality.

“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug. “You did it.”

“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”

“She was always going to be so proud.”

“And Haydes. I gotta tell him. And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed. I gotta…Hayden! Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude. But all you could think is getting to Hayden. All those nights of studying. The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class. The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied. It all had come to this shiny conclusion.

“Hayden!”

“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? What happened? Are you okay? Baby, talk to me.”

“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family. “I’m officially your CPA wifey. Cozy, mama did it!”

“Aye!”

“You…y-y-y-you…Ma! My hot wife is now a hot CPA! Doll…you…no more studying? You did it? Oh my god. Dad, we need cake. Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate. No! Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”

“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting. Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”

“No, my mama! My mama, aye!”

“Haydes, we did it. We…thank you, Haydes. You’ve always believed in me. And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes. We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching. You needed him. Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was. Of how no one could ever compare to him.

You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you. You had done it. You completed something. You did it. You did. You did it all. Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself. Because, you. Did. It.

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lily-lilibeth · 6 months

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Safe and Sound

A/N: A small Reylo piece I wrote long ago and wanted to share here.

Summary: Ben is getting nightmares every night about Rey dying in front of him. Is up for his life companion and wife to comfort him and aleviate his pain and fear.

I do not own Star Wars nor its characters.

You thought you could save her?

Foolish child, I expected better from you! And now you will see what happens to those who disobey me.

Ben Solo whimpered slightly as he thrashed in bed, this was the third night in a row that he kept having these nightmares. His Rey, his life companion, his wife, the love of all his life.

Watch her die before you as punishment!

"N-no, Rey..." He whimpered again and tried his dammest to wake up from his nightmare, he can't move, he felt his breath caught in his lungs. He can't move and won't be able to save Rey!

With a movement of his finger, Supreme Leader Snoke snapped Rey's neck with the Force in front of his apprentice.

Now turn your dispair into anger, ignite it. You just lose her!

Ben jerked away and coughed, sitting up in bed. "REY!" His breathed is caught in his throat as he whimpers and hyperventilates, Rey... she just died again, he lost the woman that he loved.

"Ben, hey, Ben!" Rey now has her hands on her husband's shoulders. "Ben, you're okay, you're okay, it's only a nightmare." Her concerned and soothing voice was what brought Ben back to reality and he looked at his wife, there was fear in his eyes, like a fear that he had not felt ever since a long time ago. His brown eyes locked into her hazel eyes, and almost automatically he drew the woman into his arms.

"Rey..." He whispered, holding Rey in almost possessive way as if he was scared that she would disappear the next second he let her go from his tight embrace. "...Don't leave me... I... I wouldn't take it, I can't live without you..." His voice cracked a little, and he felt something wet roll down his cheeks. Tears. He had started crying. "P-Please..." He sobbed softly.

"Ben..." Rey understood now. His nightmare was about her again, just like the past few days where he would wake up in the morning and look so scared and shattered. Her arms wrapped around his back and she held him closer. "I'm right here with you, I'll never leave you. My home is here with you." Her hands cupped his damp cheeks and her hazel eyes looked into his teary brown eyes.

"How... how can I be sure? I'm scared Rey..." Ben was never one to show his emotions openly, he'd learned long ago not to be driven by emotion, currently though, he was quite scared, so hurt and uncertain of what would happen next. "If I lose you... I..."

"Shh," Rey cut him off by holding him closer to him, putting his head in her chest, close to where her heart was, it was beating calmly and gently. Her beating heart was right there, she was alive. Alive and here with him, it was going to be alright, it had to. Rey had to be alright. "It's alright, everything will be alright, Ben. I'm right here, you will not lose me." She whispered into his ear, her hands both caressing his dark hair and his back as he comforted him. "Snoke is dead, you killed him, Ben. He cannot hurt us anymore." She spoke with sincerity. "You're alright, I'm right, my love." She continued with her soothing actions. Ben leaned in her touch.

"Rey, I love you so much. I love no other woman aside you, I must protect you." Even with his teary, broken voice, Ben vowed himself to protect his wife to the best of his ability. It had to be this way, he couldn't bare to lose the love of his entire life. They had come this far to be separated by destiny. Screw destiny or fate, Ben was not going to lose his beloved Rey.

Rey smiled, knowing this was the protective and loving Ben that she loved and adored. "I know you will, Ben."

Ben looked up into her hazel eyes after a while of being nested in her arms and having his face into her chest. "I promise you."

With that he leant in, letting his lips meet with Rey's. They both held each other close as they shared one passionated kiss.

Ben now knew that no matter how scary and painful his nightmares were, they were just nightmares and not a real thing. He would not lose Rey, not now and never.

Without a doubt, he would have Rey until death did them apart, even in the afterlife they would be together and nothing was changing that.

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eddieshellfxre · 2 years

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Change You Ways || Pt. 2

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: after you and Eddie become a thing, its really hard for him to keep his hands off you

Content: 18+ minors dni, unprotected PiV sex, oral sex, choking, swearing, slut calling, pure smut, semi-public sex(?)

a/n this is a part 2 to change your ways and basically i wanted to give some type of ending to this story and just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you like it

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•••

“Eddie the kids are gonna be here anytime now” you say as you try to get away from his grip. Its probably been a week since you started dating and it feels like this is the happiest you’ve ever been

Eddie grabs you from behind turning you around to face him, his body pressed up against yours he leans in kissing you softly, moving your body against the edge of the table, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and sitting you down on it. You feel his hand caressing your tight slowly lifting up your skirt

“i think me being your girlfriend was a mistake” you laugh “you cant keep your hands off me Munson”

He moved in closer between your legs, god he’s hot

“not when you walk around like this” he says with a look full of need. he lifts your skirt up as you lean back to look at him, there would be a noticeable wet patch on your panties right now if they werent black. “kiss me?” he asks reading the writting displayed in your underwear “dont mind if i do” he says lowering himself winking prepared to meet his mouth to your clothed cunt, your hand finds his hair and you tangle your fingers on it.

Suddenly the hellfire door swings open with Dustin screaming

“WHOS READY TO KILL SOME BEASTS?”

Eddie quickly gets up and you fix your skirt before they could see anything. Dustin stops in his tracks to look at the group and back at you raising an eyebrow he asks “is everything alright? are we interrupting anything?”

“No, no no nothing at all sweetie” you say jumping off the table “i was just on my way out” you walk over to Eddie who now had a tight grip on his dick, you throw your face in your hands laughing you shake your head “im gonna go babe, there’s something i need to take care of” you say almost at a whisper. Eddie looks at you in dispair, all he wants to do is go home and fuck the shit out of you

“oh c’mon baby dont do this right now” he whines “so closeeeee” he says in a whisper, he sounds like an absolute child “see you later?” he asks, you respond with a nod and give him a kiss, soft at first but your need for him takes control over you and you press your body to his bitting on his lower lip, both breathing heavy looking at each other as you break away “you’re sleeping over”

“ermmmm today? i don’t kno—”

“it wasnt a question” he says interrupting you with a serious tone. The look on his face alone with that tone could make you cum right there and then, this more dominant side makes you absolutely feral.

••••••

On your way to Eddie’s trailer you stopped at your house to get your new set of lingerie. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie’s reaction to it and with the way you left things off, there was no better night!

Arriving at the Munson residence you can already smell Wayne’s cooking

“smells deliciousssssssss what we having today?” you say greeting him with a hug

“hello swearheart, we’re having some chilli today” he says proudly poiting at the stove “just you and me tonight right? Eddie is at hellfire?”

“yeah, just me and you tonight” you smile

“sorry, i know you’d rather have him here” he says placing the food on the table. His words break your heart

“why are you sorry? you’re my favorite Munson” you say with a smile hugging him from the side. Wayne returns with a tight hug too letting out a chuckle “thank you Wayne for taking such good care of me”

“you’re like a daughter to me… and to be fair im really relieved he left that cheerleader girl. She wasnt for him, god knows how many times he was talking about you and how he felt” you pop your head up so fast it gave you whiplash “probably shouldnt talk about that…. lets eat” Wayne quickly serves his food and stuffs his mouth with it, regretting immediately what he has previously said.

Once dinner was over and Wayne left for work, you found yourself all alone and still horny from before and thought it was the best time to get things ready.

You walk over to Eddie’s room and started to get undressed, leaving you in nothing but a little see trough black lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror and admire what you see, shortfly after you spot his handcuffs hanging from the wall behind you

“oh fucking perfect” you say to yourself as you grab them off the wall and handcuff your self to the bed. Soon enough hearing Eddie’s van pull up, you reposition yourself on the bed, legs wide open facing the door

“baby? y/n you here?” he shouts walking in

“yeah im here, ermmmm i kinda need help Eddie” you say trying to sound worried, Eddie rushes over to his bedroom swinging the door open. His body completly frozen in place the second he lays his eyes on you “i kinda got myself tied up in a…. situation” you say bitting your lip into a smirk

“ohhhhh baby” he drags out walking over to you, grabbing his shirt from behind and passing it over his head. Just this move alone got you even wetter “fuckkk you’re hot” he climbs onto the bed kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your legs opening them wider “this new?” he asks placing his hand at the hem of your panties, you nod with a smile “sooo…. no sentimental value what so ever right?” you nod again bitting your lip, knowing damn well he was gonna rip that shit of you in seconds. Confirmation was all he needed, and the second you gave it to him he was ripping the lace underwear off you leaving him front and center to his favorite view “holy fuck, i could just cum looking at you” he wraps his arms around your legs coming in closer to your heat, placing kisses on your inner thigh sucking on them, leaving small marks. Only more to add to the collection. You feel his tongue brush against your bud making you gasp loudly at the sensation “who gave you the idea of using my handcuffs?” he asks doing the same thing again but this time making eye contact with you

“i-i did” you stutter

“oh you did, did you? cant even speak properly and i’ve barely done anything” he says before inserting his tongue at your entrance and pushing it in. Eddie moans as he feels you on his tongue

“fuckkk Eddie, you’re so good” you praise “you fuck me so good baby”

You feel a smile forming on his face, Eddie loves it when you praise his work.

“gonna cum for me baby? right on my face?” you nod shutting your eyes “i asked you something, you better reply with words”

He locks his mouth with your cunt, his tongue flickering against your clit

“yeah-fuck yeah im gonna cum baby” you moan

Eddie lets go of his grip on your thigh and inserts two fingers in you without warning, the sensation of his fingers hitting just the right spot, curling them inside you and his tongue playing with your clit in absolute perfect rhythm soon untie the knot that was building up in your stomach

“hmmm” he moans as he feels your juices on him “heavenly” he says licking his fingers clean. Eddie hovers over you, positioning himself in between your thighs catching you lips in a kiss, his hand grabbing onto your boob “where did you get this set from?” he asks

“at the mall. i’ve had it for like two weeks but—“

“and im only seeing it now?” he asks almost offended

“you had a girlfriend remember? i didn’t wanna waste this on any random fuck”

“oh right…. my bad” he smiles “but even though i really like REALLY like it on you…. its in the way” he goes behind your back and unclasps the hooks before removing the straps “i wanna keep you handcuffed” you smile at him and watch as he removes the bra off you and throw it to a random corner of his room “you’re so perfect” he says admiring you, taking your nipple in his mouth and grabbing the other one and giving it the same amount of attention. Your eyes shut close at the sensation

“hmm Eddie” you whimper. You feel the fabric of his jeans against you wet pussy as he’s slowly grinding on you, giving you some friction, your pussy clenching at nothing, waiting for him “im going crazy over here Eddie, fuck me already” he lets go of your tit and moves his hand up to your neck, pressing at the sides while he’s continuing to grind his hips against your core

“fuck you’re hot” he says under his breath, he’s getting more and more eager to be inside you, he quickly stops what he’s doing and lets go of your neck. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just far enough so his dick springs free.

Adjusting himself at your entrance he slides in, the room quickly gets filled with your moans and cries

“ohmygoooood” you moan as you feel him inside you “fuck me hard Eddie”

Eddie’s hand finds its way back up to your neck while his other hand is rubbing at you clit. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder each time. Your sounds are like sweet music to his ears

“such a tight little pussy! so tight for me uh” he says against you lips “gonna cum for me again? like the good little slut that you are? fuu—fuck you’re good” he looses the grip on your throat letting you breath properly

“bab-baby im-im coming oh my god im coming” you moan loudly as you coat his cock with your fluids, clenching around him he keeps going until he reaches his own orgasm

“jesus christ baby i-“ he coats your walls before he could even finish his sentence. He plops down on top of you, heavy breathing coming from both of you “been waiting for you all day”

“Eddie?”

“yeah baby?”

“can you please uncuff me now? i think im loosing blood flow” you both laugh and Eddie grabs the keys from the nightstand and unlocks to cuffs. Eddie goes back to laying on top of you, head on your chest. Your hands places on his head, playing with his hair. You are so in love with this man its absolutely ridiculous

“you drive me crazy you know that right?” he asks

“like wise” you reply. He kisses your belly and jumps off the bed “where you going?” you ask

“im gonna take a shower…. wanna join?” he asks with a smirk, and there was no way you were gonna let that opportunity pass by

••••

You wake up with the smell of Wayne’s famous morning pancakes. But you hear a strange voice at the door, you cant really make anything of what they’re saying but you still try

“i think you need to get a hand on this Wayne, it’s animalistic” you hear the voice say, it sounds quite bad, so you decide to wake up Eddie

“Eddie? Baby? MUNSON!!!!” you scream shaking him to wake up

“jesus christ what is going on?” he asks confused, still dizzy from waking up

“there’s something thats going on, the neighbors are talking to your uncle but i don’t know whats going on” you get off the bed and walk over to the door, Eddie follows shortly behind

“Wayne i heard them last night, the whole trailer park heard them”

You jaw drops to the floor as you realize whats going on, you look back at Eddie and he’s standing behind you with the biggest smile on his face… of course he is

“They’re just kids Dolores, leave them be” you hear Wayne “you know kids at this age”

“Leave them be? I would love to…. but they wont let me sleep”

You close your eyes and bring your hands up to your forehead, pressing at your temples

“this cannot be happening right now” you say in a low tone “Stop laughing Eddie, its not funny” you smack his across the chest

“oh i think its fucking hilarious. At least everyone knows i fuck you good” he says slapping your ass. You try to show a mean face but the truth is… one you knew it was true and second… you really liked when he slapped your ass

You wait until its silent outside to walk out of the room

“Morning Wayne” you greet with a smile

“Morning sweetie, everything alright?” he asks looking at both of you

“Just peachy” Eddie says with a cocky smile “So what did the nosey neighbor want today?” Your head turns to him, eyes wide open you elbow him in the arm, letting him know he shouldn’t have done that so Wayne doesn’t know you were listening “what? he knows we were listening…. didn’t you?”

“Yes, I knew” Wayne laughs “she just wanted me to tell you that you should try and keep it down next time, poor woman is just trying to sleep, she doesn’t need to know how…. hard y/n wants it…. her words”

You feel the heat flood your cheeks and try to hide your face in your hands

“oh my god” you say against them

“exactly” Wayne snaps back making you pop your head up

“I think shes jealous. Husband prolly doesn’t give her shit so shes jealous when he hears my girl”

“Eddie pleaseeeeee lets stop with this conversation”

••••

At school you became quite the topic of conversation, not only because the the two freaks were together but because everyone knew about what happened with Chrissy. But did you feel guilty? Hell no, you wanted Eddie and you got him, and you made sure everyone saw it, specially when you were all at the cafeteria.

Instead of sitting next to Eddie like usual, he insisted on you sitting on his lap, maybe it was to show everyone you were his, or maybe he liked the way your ass rubbed against his dick and the sneaky hand under your skirt, slowly caressing your clothed pussy without anyone noticing.

And of course, this day wouldn’t be any different to any other day, with Eddie doing just that by taking advantage of your liking for skirts on a hot day. Sitting on his lap you feel his hand on your thigh under the table, going higher and higher reaching the hem of your panties lifting it and placing his middle finger at your bud

“oh shit” you say under you breath, your head drops at the soft pressure he’s applying “oh god”

“y/n is everything alright?” Gareth asks “did you hurt yourself?”

“erm yeah— i-i yeah i bumped my knee on the table its—its really getting to me”

“should try and be more careful baby” Eddie says with a smile “the only type of bruises i want you having are my own” his finger picks up speed as its rubbing at your clit

“hmhm yeah— you’re sooo funny Eddie” you whine, your eyes automatically close shut in pleasure as you feel getting close “holy fuck” you whisper as you get a tight grip on his write, letting him know.

You breathing gets heavy as the adrenaline sits in, Eddie’s hand moves up to your waist squeezing it

“such a good girl” he whispers at your ear “such a dirty good girl”

You turn around grabbing onto his neck, bringing him in a passionate kiss, his tongue playing with yours, moans coming from both of you, truly feels like you’re the only two people in the worlds right now but you weren’t, as you hear a disgusted voice break you from your trance

“oh pleaseeee get a fucking room” you hear Dustin say, covering his face with his hat

“yeah guys cut it off” says Mike

“oh c’mon Mikey, when you’re old enough you too can do these things with your girlfriend” you laugh. Mikes scrunches his nose in disgust

“shut up, im not that innocent….. we’ve kissed before”

“with the supervision of her dad” Dustin claps back

“more than you ever done with Suzie”

“oh please, Suzie is a lady! She needs to be romanticed!!”

“Romanticed? oh please you—“

“SHUT UP” Eddie shouts. The whole table goes quiet “you boys need to calm down. Mike, all the good kissing happens when there is no supervision…. trust me!! and Dustin, you really need to… never mind you’re good”

Dustin’s face lights up with a smile, you can tell how Dustin looks up to Eddie and is in need for his approval.

The bell rings and Eddie takes you to your class. Arriving at the door he holds you by your waist pulling you closer to him

“you’re getting braver and braver every day” he laughs

“well thank you” you lean in for a kiss and his tongue automatically makes his way in your mouth “you really cant control yourself can you?” you smile

“your fault” he replied before kissing you again, hands trailing down to your ass

“you alright there Grabby Hands McGee?” you laugh

“Excuse me? But if the terror twins are finished, i’d like to get started with my class thank you” Mrs. Click says

“Terror twins? Was that a motley crüe reference? Thats really metal” Eddie laughs

•••••

“you ready for our official first date night?” Eddie says laying on your bed, waiting for you to get ready

“hell yeah, what do you have in mind?” you walk out of your walk in closet with a black tight dress and a pair of black pumps, you grab onto some snake hoops and try to put on them. Eddie’s jaw drops at the moment he sees you

“like that? i have some unholy things in mind” he says standing up walking up to you

“you really need to go see if this is a medical condition because you’re getting out of hand” you laugh “what are we doing today?”

“i’ve told you, you’re the one to blame, looking like this, so— so fucking hot all the damn time. and i don’t know we could go see a movie and then maybe finish at night at lovers lake?”

“oh i know damn well what happens at lovers lake….. lets do it” you wink and him.

Later that night you grabbed some food before the movies and ate it on top on Eddie’s van, somewhere in a remote corner of Hawkins.

Soon after you made your way to the movies and got your tickets to watch Texas chainsaw massacre 2.

“you gotta be kidding me” you hear a voice say behind you. you turn around only see Chrissy standing there with Jason “Jason can we go please?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re not the freaks here” Jason says louder

“Chrissy, hi” you greet. Eddie’s body turns to face you when he realizes what you’re about to do “I really don’t wanna cause a scene do if you don’t mind telling your creepy little boyfriend to leave me and my boyfriend alone…. his parents can kiss being grandparents goodbye, got it?”

Chrissy’s face freezes in place while Eddie is laughing his brains out behind you. You wave Jason goodbye and walk in the room

“you’re hot when you’re mad” Eddie says

“thought i was hot at any time” you laugh

After the movie is over, you drive out to lover’s lake, its quiet and… alone. Eddie opens his back doors and you both sit at the back of the van facing the lake

“its really beautiful” you say looking out

“really really is” Eddie says staring at you, You turn your face and realize he’s staring at you. Your blush and lean your head on his shoulder, you cant help but to stare at the tent inside his jeans. You bite your lip as a overwhelming wave of need takes over you and you place your hand on his jean’s button “oh yeah baby” he says resting on his elbows. You unbutton his jeans and Eddie lifts his hips up helping you remove his jeans just far enough for his dick to be on display.

“such a pretty dick baby” you praise, tracing the thick vein on it with your thumb, noticing how his dick jumped at your words

“thank you” he mumbled dropping his head back when he feels your spit covering the tip of his dick running down his shaft.

You give him a few pumps, looking at the way his chest is moving unsteady, trying to hold the moans back “fuck baby” he hisses at you as you give him a little squeeze, you smile at him while bitting your bottom lip. You wrap your lips around him and begin to suck while your hand grabs onto his balls massaging them “ohhhh fuck” he moaned. You sucked harder as you hear his moans intensify, he sounds like a fucking pornstar and you were all for it.

You went further down his dick, taking more of him in your mouth, past your gag reflex down your throat. You were so used to this you barely gagged. Eddie brings his hand up to your hair gripping onto it tight, holding you down in place for a couple of seconds before bringing you back up

He was close, you could feel it by his heavy pants and moans. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens and earning a soft moan coming from you, he knows how rough you like it. You moan one more time, the vibrations from you sending him over the edge. He held your head on his dick as he reaches his climax, his seed painting the back of your throat

You continue to suck him absolutely dry, swallowing every drop of his salty cum. You pulled off him and smiled wide at him, noticing how much of a mess he was

“you alright Eddie?” clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and lay down next to him “Eddie?” you ask worried after he doesn’t reply

“yeah baby im alright” he laughs, trying to get his breathing back in place “you sucked the life out of me back there” you cant help but laugh. You throw your leg on top of him and rest your head on his chest

“i love you Eddie Munson”

“i love you y/n”

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honeygrahambitch · 1 year

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Lead us into temptation

"Dear Will... Your eyes hold the thrill of the most mesmerizing unfinished piece of art. There is a fire within you begging to be fueled. Why do you cover it with so many layers of black..." Hannibal whispered, his hand lingering hesitantly on his right cheek.

"You touch me as if you are afraid to hurt me..." He replied, not answering the question but letting himself melt into the palm of his hand.

"No, not to hurt you. I am afraid of staining you." He said and then added "With my sinns."

"Then let your sinns be the darkest shade of burgundy and let my skin be your most grandiose work of art." He murmured, closing his eyes and sighing deeply.

"Even the most skillful artist would be afraid to ruin such a masterpiece. The smallest stroke of brush in the wrong place could be a fatal mistake." Hannibal added, rubbing his thumb softly against his porcelain skin, the way an artist would lovingly caress his work of art.

"Then please, make as many mistakes as you wish, let each stroke change every fibre of my being, every single inch of my skin. Scrap the whole paper if that is what you wish. For to be ruined by your hands, it's the most delightful of the blessings and the most gentle of the crimes."

Will opened his eyes hazely and stared into his.

"Then I would be no better than Pygmalion." Hannibal concluded more to himself, no remorse in his voice. "Tell me, Will, is there something more immoral than falling in love with your muse and creation? Do you believe God has ever fallen in love with any of his creations?"

"Aren't we all created in his image? There is no place for morale in such a sinful world. If I am your canvas and you would be the artist, would you save one of the corners for the end to paint with the darkest shades you have? As a reminder of mortality and helplessness?"

"Not a corner, Will, not just a corner, your whole being is my sole reminder of my humanity, of my lack of strength in front of the most beautiful tragedy."

"You are referring to life or death? For I cannot tell which is a bigger tragedy."

"As gentle as he can be, God is cruel, Will. He will rob you of everything you have, hurt you in the most painful ways and remind you every single day of your inability to fight him. Life is a tragedy because he makes you watch all of these happen. Death... death is quick. Death is the antidote for all the suffering."

"Am I your antidote, Hannibal? Your everlasting reminder of efemerity?"

"No, Will, you are more than that. You are the poison that makes me weaker every single day. The cyanide that I crave. I look into your eyes and I want to kneel. I breath in your perfume and and I am ready to surrender...I touch your face and I am thinking there is no prayer solemn enough to whisper in your ear." He said as his other hand touched his face, bringing it closer to his.

"Then, Hannibal, as weak, fragile and small as we are, isn't there something that makes us with about an ounce more powerful than him?" Will asked and paused before anseering to his own question. "By the end of the day, God has no one to pray to."

Hannibal fell quiet for a few seconds, letting his words sink in.

"God doesn't pray because he knows no pain and dispair. But I embrace even the pain and dispair when you, my muse, my best and worst, sit in front of me."

"Come closer and look at your own reflection into my eyes." Will ordered, touching the hands on his face with his own. "Use your own colors and make me your best self-portrait, your most intimate thoughts that never come to light, carve your scars onto my flash...make me your masterpiece. Show me your design."

"You are about to witness all of it, my darling." Hannibal promised. "And no one else will be capable to understand and look into your eyes and see what I see. They will try to grasp the meaning of every stroke, of every shade and every color but it will be futile, they always try to go beyond the surface only to come up with their own projections. But no one will see you with as much clarity as I see you now."

"Clarity...clarity is the most beautiful gift the world has offered us." Will murmured, feeling Hannibal's lips touch his forehead as if he was a sacred painting on the walls of a cathedral.

#i will have to comes to terms with the fact that this is the peak of my writing career #I'm so normal about this fic #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction #mads mikkelsen

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dracwife · 8 months

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Idk if ur still taking them but 🩸 and 🤝 for Astarion! Hope ur well :o) -hamsterwife

thank u ! hope ur evening is going well : ]

🩸 - "is that blood?" + 🤝 - "let me help you, please."

"Darling, for as mysterious a creature as you put yourself out to be, you are not very subtle."

"What does that mean?"

Astarion scoffs, fingers curling gently into the hair of his lover, carding through the raven locks, taking a particular care and gentleness at each knotted tangle that lay on the underside of the sorcerer's mane.

"It means, my dear, your heart could simply not beat any louder."

"Well, that's really no fault of mine, is it? You and your vampiric hearing, and whatnot. Is it an elf thing as well?"

"Dearest, you are an elf."

"Ah, half-elf, and perhaps in a different life. This body does not perceive the world anymore in ways that you are familiar with, I assure you. I've no better hearing than the human spirit that still lingers clouded in my heart this evening. And so it has been as such for many years," they shift in the rogue's lap, sitting slightly more up-right so that their back may lean against the other's chest, "Until it vacates my mind completely, I've not a single advantage over the average human senses."

"A roundabout way to admit you're growing old, love."

"Maybe so. But what, pray tell, draws your attention so close to me now? I can guess my heart flutters no more or less on the average night with you."

"I'm just --"

"Hungry?"

"Parched. The hunger never subsides, as you well know by now."

Il-Mourruirí's head falls gently to the side as the ponder, though the longer they sit that way the more Astarion wonders himself if it is more or less an invitation. The fire crackles and snaps as the thought crosses his mind, nearly assuaging him there in the cool eve. The distant, but steady breathing of the rest of the dozing group stops him. Perhaps it is not the place. He feels then, a strange sensation worming -- quite literally -- its way into his mind. And shortly after, a voice, dripping with that strange accent and cadence that he has grown so fond of.

"Let me help you."

A hand, the hand of his lover snakes around the back of his own neck, pulling him just a tad closer in his moment of hesitation, an explicit invitation now, a plead, even. Perhaps just a taste --

But he stops himself as his breath fans their neck, fangs bared. His teeth drag across their skin, but do not break it. Instead, he places a gentle kiss just below the beating of their pulse. Though he retains his composure upright, his hands pull then just a little bit closer, fingers tug just a little harder at their hair.

They sigh, and roll off of him, disappearing much to Astarion's dispair; But they return after a moment, and produce a small bottle, unlabelled and dark.

"Is that...?"

"Blood."

"Where did you get it?"

"I must keep some secrets, you know, or else it's no fun. I am, after all, a 'creature of mystery,' I believe is how you said it?"

"Perhaps it's for the better, then."

They press a kiss to the top of his head, where wild silver curls after a long day of travel and fighting, mumbling something of "Perhaps it is," before retreating to their shared tent.

Astarion looks at the bottle, then towards the tent.

"Ah," he finally sighs, uncorking the thing, "Best not look a gift Worg in the mouth."

#dex.ask #<3 had fun w this. ok gn now #ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ | r. － a.#ty again btw :3

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alhyastarain · 7 months

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Alhya's origin story

Alhya is the name I go by in online platforms. Enjoy.

Once upon a time, a shy little girl was insecure & struggled with socializing. She was a weird one, always sitting on her own at recess, with a book on her hands and her mind on the clouds. She was lonely.

Though, she met a guy. He was a weird one, like her. Their relationship was strange, but ultimately platonic; just hanging out. He told her about this platform, Discord, and she gave it a try. She installed the app, and they both talked a bit, but she didn't give the social media much thought.

At that time, she'd found a new game- Genshin Impact. She had started recently, and the guy showed off his progress at the game, but wasn't interested in showing her how to play. Curious, and avid for learning more, she joined a Discord server about the game.

Some time would pass before she started interacting regularly with the members on there outside of random consultations. She discovered she could talk with so many different & interesting people, and she'd be safe from unwanted interchanges thanks to the rules and those enforcing them: the moderators. She felt happy. She made that space her home. She named herself "Alhya", to differenciate her usual self from the person she was online.

But soon, an ick to be helpful, a desire to be *relevant* sparkled on her. She saw wrongdoers and wanted to keep her "home" clean. She wanted for everyone to be happy and safe. And soon, the answer showed itself: Moderator Apps.

She was excited! Alhya the Mod... it sounded fantastic. The responsibility, the role, the power itself to enforce the rules and make her favourite place better- it was perfect. She applied, and passed.

It was a bloody mess.

A child, way too eager to be important, to be someone looked upon- looking back, Alhya now realizes just how messy she'd been. She was demoted because of her unthought mistakes, and it destroyed her.

At the second round, she tried again. And the third. It sounds easy, but each app was three months apart from the previous one. On that time, she found a new server, that had been born while she was busy with the current one- a new place, with appealing rewards and a much smaller amount of people related to this first server.

On there, she found a hidden, tucked away place... a place called "Venting channel". She saw many people feeling dispaired, and most of them going unanswered. Somehow, someway, she decided she'd change this. She decided, this would be her project. "If I can't help by being a moderator, at least I'll help by comforting others". In many ways, this new position was far more fitting- talking with people's feelings was easy for the kid with high empathy and reasoning skills.

She impulsed a whole chain of events, suggesting this objective to become a staff role. And she got what she wanted. She put on the effort, she lifted the channel with her burning passion, and drove others to help her revive a dead place and make it into something beautiful.

Now, three months later, she's proud of herself. She managed to combine her wishes with an empathetic cause, and the channel is now brimming with people asking for & providing help. She sometimes feels insecure again- taken back to the fragile child she once was and still is on her heart. But looking around and seeing how good things are brings her hope, and she knows that, whatever comes next, she'll face it and continue to give her best to help all the people she can.

This is a true story. If you wanna know the servers I talked about, they're these two: Genshin Impact Unofficial and Liyue Harbor.

#new on tumblr #writing #alhya's words #true story #im .alhya on discord #not promoting btw #well #maybe a lil bit #theyre cool places #u can check em out #goodbye!#<3

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kaijime · 3 years

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hearts & hickies

includes. suna rintarou

cw. fem reader, hickies!! heart shaped hickies!!, pet name ‘bunny’, consented photos, spanking, fingering, degradation, vaginal penetration, size kink, bulge kink, breeding kink, nipple play, spitting, creampie

wc. 1.6k

a/n. happy valentine’s day u horny bitchie, love ya <33

intention. it was in the way he looked at you across the dinner table. it was in the hand that laid on your thigh on the ride back home, still lingering even when you’d already arrived at home and sat on the couch watching one of your favorite shows.

everything he did, he carried a reason behind it, and you were aching to find out what it was.

the sitting beside each other didn’t last long. i’m tired he said, so you offered him a place on your chest, close to you, and he was more than pleased to take it. his chin rested on your chest, eyes glued to your expression gazing at the tv. when you finally realize his piercing stare into your eyes, you wonder what has him so mesmerized.

“do i have something on my face?” you ask. he shakes his head no, and goes back to watching the show. for the next few minutes everything seems at peace, matching breaths against one another and a calm ambiance around the both of you. it was simple, but you wouldn’t ask anything else with him.

it’s these relaxed moments that spoke more than words, these serene hours he spent with your pretty tits as his cushioning, and the way he would feel so wholehearted when he heard your heartbeat. but he broke the moment again, his chin dug into your chest again while he stared into your face, taking in all your figured that shined against the bright tv.

“suna?” your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close, and you patted his head. your digits toyed with the tips of his hair, soft strokes shifting his dark brown locks behind his ear.

“fuck, bunny...” he mumbled. suddenly he took his lips to yours, hungrily moving against you with your eyes wide in shock. you soon relaxed in his touch after his hand stroked your cheeks, gently, as if he could scare you away with something too quick.

“r-rin” you breathed his name into the kiss, simultaneously giving him access to your mouth with his tongue. you realized too late it was escalating into something else, only giving it away when he kissed down the corners of your mouth to your jaw. he poured his love into every kiss, every nip at your skin with his teeth, leaving marks you weren’t sure if you should cover up or not.

“rin” you repeat his name and this time he hums back, a small answer as if asking if you were ok with this “y-yeah” you mumbled.

“yeah?” he asked under his breath “can i?”

“please” you begged, it was shameful to be so needy when he hadn’t done anything, then again, the night felt like a buildup to this exact moment, you shouldn’t waste it on a stupid movie, right?

you remained breathless in his touch, letting him do whatever he pleased with the skin of your neck as he sucked at the skin, and despite feeling every edge of his teeth marking you up, he seemed to be focused, too focused.

“rintarou?” you asked between breathy moans, but he didn’t move from the crook of your neck, simply giving you a small hm.

after minutes of feeling him nipping shapes on your neck, he pulled away and took his phone out, snapping a picture of his work.

“look, how pretty” he said with a teasing smile on his face, showing you the photo he’d just taken. there, you saw a heart shaped cherry red spot, presumably what he’d been working on.

“rin!” you’re snapped out of your hazy state, his touch had made you numb but you quickly composed yourself when you saw the picture.

“what? you don’t like it?”

“it’s gonna be really hard to cover that up” you pout. handing him back his phone and crossing your arms across your chest while he straddles your hips. he shifts so he’s kneeling on the couch, with each of your spread legs on either side of him.

“then don’t” a few open mouthed kisses on your neck and you were gone, too dumb to care anymore, only thinking about your desire for him. it’s the small details he puts into every shift of his hips, making sure to grind perfectly into your clothed heat to make you a mess in a span of a few minutes.

he can’t contain himself, and he finds himself slipping your shorts down your legs too soon, but you don’t blame him, nor do you complain.

“rin?” he’d suddenly gonna silent at the sight of your pretty lace panties, so pretty and cute adorning your figure. such a shame he was going to take them off. “rin, please...” you said, bucking your hips and grinding onto him only to receive a slap on your ass, prompting a loud moan from you.

“such a desperate bunny, you’re so needy for my cock” his fingers prod at your underwear, taking them off to slide his fingers in your tight heat “just a few neck kisses and you’re already so wet for me?”

“mhmm” you nod, pleasure searing through your body with ever thrust of his fingers. he pushed at the spongy spot inside your walls, watching you hold onto the edge of the seat in ecstasy. “fuck- fuck rin, fuck me p-please!”

“‘fuck me’?” he humors you “i’m already using my fingers on you, isn’t that enough?” he knows it’s not enough. he knows you want his clock to be the one to make you cum, but he also wants to hear it from you.

“no- please! want your cock” you plead “want you to stretch me out and f-fill me up with your— fuck— your c-cum”

“that’s it, use your words like a good girl, good bunny” he said, amusement lingering in his voice. he takes his fingers out, positioning himself against your hole. he decides to tease you before giving it to you, rubbing the tip around your clit, mesmerized and pushed in the tip inside, watching you buck your hips and arch your back in an almost panicked state.

“rin! t-too big!” before you can keep moving he spanks your cheek again, so as to silence you and make you stop squirming so much. “a-ah!” you exclaim.

“awwe” he coos sarcastically, leaning close to your ear and making you shudder under his breath. “too big for this little pussy? you gonna cry?” yes. you did feel like crying, it was so overwhelming but he just kept pushing it inside until he was satisfied.

his hand sneaked from your hips to your tummy, pressing on the bulge he’d formed.

“is that me, bunny?” he knew the answer, who else could it be? “‘m so deep in this tight cunt, feels so good” he says as he watches you helplessly paw at the seat for relief.

adorable. he found it so cute to see you struggle to take him, the look of dispair on your face when you realized the regret of your previous words.

the pace he sets is rough, matching with the way his fingers grip your hips in efforts to ground you. it’s no use, your thighs are still shaking and you’re still bucking your hips against him. it’s addictive, and you shouldn’t be liking the pain he brings when he kisses your cervix with his tip, yet you can’t help but moan.

“fuck... you close bunny? you’re creaming all over my cock, do you like it that much?”

“yes- love y-your cock, just like th-that please-! f-fuck me rin!” you say, he’s more focused on the way your tits bounce everytime he thrusts into your tight cunt, almost hypnotized by the sight. he takes one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around one of the perky buds and making you scratch at his shoulders.

“yeah? you want me to cum in this tight pussy, want me to breed my cute little bunny, huh?” he asks, aggressive thrusts to your cunt leaving you speachless and unable to answer him, but he still squishes your cheeks between his fingers, looking to get a response out of you.

“yes please, want you to cum i-inside and breed me” you reply. it’s all foggy, his golden eyes fixated on your open mouth.

“want me to spit on you too?” you hum in response, he was always so good to you, attentive. always knew what you needed when you needed it, thats why he spit in your mouth and watched you swallow it with glee.

“fuck- fuck!” you curse in pleasure “‘m g-gonna cum, please! ‘m gonna- ah! rin”

“that’s it bunny, cum on daddy’s cock, atta girl” he holds the back of your head in comfort, pulling you into a kiss. hot and heavy breaths panting against one another while teeth clashed and tongues laced together. perfectly lewd, just what the wanted.

your choked moans only fueled him to go harder, helping you ride out your orgasm while giving a few last thrusts to finish inside of you.

“oh- oh fuck, bunny” you felt him come to a halt, and the soaring feeling of warm slick filled you. he kissed the marks he made earlier while painting your walls of white, pulling out and quickly searching for his phone.

he snapped one single picture, smiling at the screen and showing it to you with a smile on his face. there you saw his cum seeping out of your hole, swollen skin dripping with his white seed. and despite your blushing face, he knew you were as entranced by it as he was.

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japanlover231 · 2 years

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Rescue Me [Izuku x F! Reader]

Summary:Izuku meets you while he is out on patrol with the pro hero he is doing his work study with! But something seems off about the way you act and appear..

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Love is a funny thing.

People always tell you love is when two people get together as more than friends, and they love each other! Respecting and treating each other with care!

However the truth is, love can be anything BUT that. At least for you that is.

Your boyfriend didn't treat you like a princess or protected you, comforted you, respected you. No, none of those. Not even close!

He hurt you, abused you, screamed at you, sexually touched you against your will, and when you tried to disobey him in any way, he punished you. Didn't allow you any meals or water for a day, make you sleep out on the back patio with no blanket or bedding, and on very worse cases... He'd force you to the bed and... I'd rather not say.

Long story short, you were constantly bruised and scared and had puffy red eyes from crying. Bandages wrapped all around your arms, legs, and on your face too. And some days it hurt to even walk cuz of what he does to you the night before.

Infact today, you were just in the bathroom wrapping up new wounds with bandages when a knock on the open bathroom door makes you jump, causing you to look over at him with wide eyes. "Hurry up idiot. We're going to get food. And remember to stay with me and talk to no one!" Your boyfriend tells you before he walks away.

You sigh and finish patching yourself up before turning the light off, following after him. Once you two got your shoes on and wet outside, you walk into the city to get some fast food, your boyfriend forcing you to hold his hand and walk beside him, keeping your head down.

You knew better than to try and run away to some pro hero or police station. It never works and to everyone else, your boyfriend is a SAINT! He is PERFECT in their eyes and turns you a blind eye!

But he's just a snake. A smile, disgusting, unholy snake that has everyone tricked.

Everyone except a certain observant green haired boy who was patrolling with a pro hero right now for his work study!

Izuku was doing a work study with Gunhead and we're in the middle of a patrol! The two then stopped at a ramen stand for a lunch break! So Izuku sits down on the stool and looks around at his surroundings. Everything was normal until h noticed you and your boyfriend from across the street.

Just looking at the state you were in and your body language, red flags were already being set off in his head. He noticed how you flinched at your boyfriend when he talks to you, despite him looking nice. And while you had a hoodie on, he could see some of your bandage on your arm as the sleeve was rolled up a bit.

Something isn't right here.. Izuku thinks to himself. All he knew is that you needed his help.

"I'll be back!" Deku tells Gunhead before getting up and walking over to you. You had just sat down on a bench right next to the curry stand while your boyfriend ordered two orders to go. He stood in front of you and made you jump before looking up at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

And as if all of your silent prayers were answered, you felt overjoyed for the first time in forever! Just staring at him, at this kind boy your age who you don't even know with the kindest and softest expression ever, concerned about you! Nothing like what your boyfriend's stare is.

And his voice. It was like angels being transferred right into your bloodstream. At last someone could see it! SOMEONE could see the danger you were in. SOMEONE could see you needed help!

But just as you opened your mouth to speak, your boyfriend beat you right to it. "Oh don't worry about her! She's fine!"

Both you and Deku look over at him, however you immediately looked back down at the ground. Seeing his innocent look on his face made you sick.

Just like that dispair returned to you. The one chance of escaping this hell, the ONE person who finally asked if you were okay, were about to yet again be persuaded by your boyfriend that everything is peachy!

That not a single thing is wrong!

So you kissed your hope goodbye and just prayed that this kind boy would leave after hearing your boyfriend's excuse so you could get this over with.

"You sure? She looks a little spooked!" Deku asks. "Yeah that happens in big crowds." Your boyfriend replies.

"And the bandages on her arms and legs?"

"She's clumsy!"

You could see your boyfriend was gonna win this. Just leave me.. there's no point.. You silently say to the boy. "No. I don't think this is ok!" Deku replies, shocking both you AND your boyfriend. Deku looks over at you. "Are you okay??"

You wanted to speak up but your boyfriend's glare was keeping you trapped. "It's okay! Just nod yes or no! I promise everything will be okay!" He reassures you.

Your eyes widen. Promise?

"Promise!"

"I'm telling you nothing is wr-" Your boyfriend begins before you jump up and wrap your arms around Deku's left arm. "IT'S HIM! HE'S HURTING ME AND ABUSING ME ANF HE KEEPS LYING BUT IT'S TRUE!! PLEASE BELIEVE ME!!" You yell, finally getting it off your chest. It was now getting everyone's attention who were nearby including Gunhead.

Deku couldn't believe how scared and how much you were shaking. It broke his heart. He looks over at your boyfriend, glaring. At this point, your boyfriend didn't bother hiding his anger or bad side anymore. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!!! I TOLD YOU TO STAY SILENT!"

He yelled before charging at you, causing you to let out a Yelp and duck behind Deku with your eyes shut tight. Deku was ready to protect you when Gunhead beat him to it and knocked him out. "The police are on their way." He tells the two of you, causing you to feel relief.

You finally felt free! A big weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders!

"Told ya you'd be okay!" The voice gets your attention and look up at Deku's kind, smiling and caring expression.

You felt so... Safe.

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"There ya go! All healed up!" The nurse tells you as your wounds were all healed up. Of course the mental wounds that left you scarred will stick with you for a long time. Maybe even forever!

However you have been put into therapy and Deku also visits you every day to check up on you!

He really is your knight in shining armor.

#mha fluff #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha izuku #bnha deku #mha deku #mha izuku #izuku x rody #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #deku fluff

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randomfandomimagine · 2 years

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Home Again (Jaskier x Nissa)

Characters: Jaskier, Nissa

Fandom: The Witcher

Tags: Whump, hurt / comfort

Warnings: Angst, and spoilers for 2x05!!!

Word Count: 1,1k words

Summary: After Jaskier gets in trouble and returns home to Nissa, she finds him hurt and frightened.

A/N: After watching a certain episode, I just wanted to write some hurt / comfort for our beloved bard and I thought it would be even better to write it with my OC Nissa from my Witcher series Soul of a Warrior. Enjoy!

AO3: Link

Things hadn’t been easy for them lately, but at least they had each other. And while Nissa despised staying at home like a maid, she understood Jaskier’s need to do something he thought was worth it. Her time to shine would come again. For now, they would stay at Oxenfurt.

As she absently cleaned the plates, her lips perked up at the sound of the door opening behind her. Rolling her eyes in amusement, Nissa tilted her head at Jaskier already before even turning to face him.

“If it isn’t my darling bard” She playfully said. “How lovely of you to finally return to-”

As soon as she turned around and saw him, Nissa gasped and completely froze. The plate that she still carried slipped from her fingers and fell, noisily breaking on the ground by her feet.

Jaskier looked sweaty and exhausted, disheveled and startled. There was dried blood down his nose and on his chin. His long hair, that she had made fun of so many times before, was messy and dripping with sweat. His bottom lip trembled, and like they desolate look of dispair in his blue eyes wasn’t enough, they were filled with tears.

“J-Jaskier!” She reunited with him in one long stride, immediately taking him by the arm just as he stumbled. “What happened, my love? You’re hurt!”

“I...” He stuttered, too shaken up to utter any coherent words. All he did was take a deep breath and stare into her eyes.

“Come here, sit down” Nissa urged him, feeling her stomach turn with the look of helplessness he dedicated her. “Who did this to you, Jaskier?”

Once he was sitting down, it felt like the full weight of the world finally fell upon him and he broke down in sobs. The fresh memories of that traumatic event still haunted him, but at least he was home now. He was safe. He was with her again.

“Talk to me, please...” Nissa begged, taking him by the chin until he peered at her. “What happened to you?”

All he could manage was to shake his head. Noticing how his lip trembled uncontrollably and tears were at the verge of falling, he bowed his head down.

Despite his feebleness, Jaskier now made such a sudden movement that he startled her. Urgently wrapping his arms around her frame, he pulled Nissa into his lap and clung on to her.

“Jaskier...” She muttered, paralyzed when he shoved his face against her shoulder and sobbed there. Her voice was once filled with fear and concern, but now it was burning with anger. “Who the fuck dared do this to you?”

“L-Later...” He weakly whispered. His voice was hoarse and trembled. “Now... hold me, alright?”

Nissa took a deep breath, forcing her unexpected thirst for revenge to subside. Jaskier was hurt, and some miserable son of a whore was responsible for it. But for now, he needed her help. He needed her comfort.

“Of course” Not losing another second, she delicately wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed him against her chest. “I’m here, Jaskier, it’s over now”

He sobbed again, clinging on to her tunic. Taking deep breaths, he focused on what she said, reminded himself that he was safe now. Jaskier deeply breathed in her scent. Lavender. It soothed his anguish slightly.

“Are you badly hurt?” Her voice acquired a rare tender tone that he only heard from her during the sleepy hours of the night. “Do you need me to heal you?”

“No...” He uttered another shaky whisper. “I think I’m... I-I’ll be alright”

Nissa paused, watching him and not knowing what to do. Jaskier kept his gaze down, now observing his hands in deep thought.

“Stay right here” She softly stood up. “I will be right back”

“Alright...” He uttered, sighing and rubbing his hands.

Rushing as much as she could, Nissa went to pick up a rag and soaked it in water. As soon as she did, she returned by his side and occupied her spot on his lap.

Jaskier remained silent. Although her mind burned with anxious questions, she let him shield himself in that silence. Instead, she gingerly pressed the wet rag against his skin, gently wiping the dried blood off his face.

“T-They’re after Geralt” Jaskier whispered, gulping and daring to look up at her.

“What?” Nissa stared at him in awe, halting her movements for a moment.

“This... man... h-he...” The bard took a second to breathe and push away the memories of his torture. “He was looking for Geralt and for his child of surprise”

She was now the one to remain quiet, not knowing what to say. Was it good that they hadn’t seen Geralt in so long after they had another falling out with him?

“Should we...” Jaskier held her hand, stopping her as she diligently cleaned his chin. “Should we warn him?”

He seemed lost, at least judging by the look in his eyes and the urgency of his grip. Even after Geralt broke his heart, Jaskier still couldn’t wish ill on the witcher. Because of course he couldn’t.

“I bet he already knows” Nissa reassured him, showcasing a comforting smile. “All you need to concern yourself with right now is resting, alright?”

“You’re right” He slowly nodded, holding her hand again, this time to caress it. “I love you, Nissa... I love you so so much...”

“I love you too, Jaskier, my stupid bard” She lovingly smiled, pushing the hair away from his eyes. “And I promise you, you’re safe now. Whoever even thinks about touching you again will taste my blade”

Jaskier breathed like he hadn’t been able to in so many long hours. He managed something resembling a smile, even through the exhaustion and blood.

On her side, Nissa was gritting her teeth. The way Jaskier had said ‘I love you’, like he had feared he wouldn’t be able to say it again...

Despite knowing it wasn’t the witcher’s fault, she cursed him for getting them in trouble once more. But yes, it wasn’t Geralt’s fault. If anything, he was in even more danger. She prayed that he remained safe wherever he may be.

For now, Nissa focused on her dear bard. She kissed his head and held him tight, patiently waiting until his sobbing completely subsided and his breathing evened. She kissed his fingertips, willing the chaos to heal them as they seemed to have been a big focus on whatever he was put through.

Without moving his head from its comfortable spot on the crook of her neck, Jaskier reached out to touch her face. Her soft skin, her silky hair. He breathed out once more, forcing scary thoughts off his mind.

Everything was alright, he was with Nissa now. He was home again.

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checked-windows · 3 years

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I WOULD PICK YOU TILL THE END.

Aaron hotchner x gn reader

Notes: reader doesn't have any pronouns so should fit anyone

Warnings : none. A kiss (maybe)

"I love you" Aaron whispered as you moved around the apartment packing your things. "I love you too" you responded equally as quiet, only pausing your movements for a brief second "But I can't do this anymore Aaron. I'm not going to make you decide who you want because I know you and I know you'll try to make everyone happy but yourself. I'm taking the choice away from you. Goodbye Aaron"

You left his apartment steeling every muscle in your body to not turn back around and ask him who he wanted, beg him to want you. But you kept walking away, from the apartment, from that life, from Aaron.

8 years later

The BAU had decided that this unsub was in their lists of worst people known to man. They were breaking into houses with families and slowly picking them off one by one starting with the children finishing with the fathers. They had been called in by the Situational Counter Unit or the SCU, who had caught the case and were the ones diving in headfirst into crime scenes and bringing in suspects. However, they had admitted to needing help narrowing down a list or well creating a list, just trying to find someone to get it to stop as their "ask questions later" policy was starting to get them heat. It didn't even seem like the SCU Unit Chief had called them in, it was their section teeth who had claimed they would be happy to let the BAU lead the investigation. Possibly.

The BAU arrived at the building to a group rushing back and forth with files and notes seemingly trying to collate all of their evidence into one place while trying not to bowl each other over. A tall bald man spotted them and waved them over.

"You must be the Behavioural Analyst Unit" he greeted "Welcome to 'The Den', I'm Agent Leo Monroe. Let's get you settled in the conference room away from all this noise" He directed them up to a windowless room hidden away from prying eyes soon enough three more people followed, two more men and a woman.

"Agents Martin James, Lucy Hay and Kyle Brennan. The chief is running late claims to be stuck in traffic but will be here soon. I hope" Leo said with a small smile that showed he was used to this sort of thing and files were handed out to each of them. Occasionally Leo's phone would chime and he'd snicker at whatever the messages were. You finally arrived almost 20 minutes later, sweating and ready to commit a felon.

"Sorry I'm late. Got stuck behind a truck that clearly had no idea where it was going, debated slashing his tires so that he at least had a reason to be driving a quarter of the speed limit" you fumed as you breezed into the room, throwing a black jacket over the back of a chair and dropping into it. You glanced around quickly not taking in any infeomation before ducking your head into a file only for your eyes to shooting back up to the unfamiliar faces. And the one familiar one. That you hoped you'd never see again.

"Ah you must be the BAU, they told me you were coming" you did try and keep the dispair out of your voice but you kept glancing back to Aaron who looked like he had seen a ghost. Aaron himself hadn't been expecting you to be here. He hadn't expected you to have cut your hair to the length it was now or for your eyes to have hardened as much as they had over the year. He hadn't expected the wave of emotions to hit him so hard that he almost fell over.

There was more very brief introductions before you shook said man's hand.

"(y/n) (l/n), Unit Chief" you greeted and watched his eyes take you, every change and reading your body language before you spun and started spewing details of this case that you knew, trying to ignore how you felt seeing him once more and what bubbled up in your heart.

"(y/n), it's good to see you" Aaron said when the room had cleared of agents from both teams.

"Uh, it's good to see you too" you tried to sound confident and sure of yourself but ended up mentally slapping yourself for sounding unsure "Would've been better on nicer circumstances but beggers can't be choosers"

"Your right" he responded and you saw his Adams apple bob when he swallowed "So Unit Chief huh? What happened to 'fuck the police'?"

"Oh don't start" you said with a laugh and his lips quirked slightly "People change"

"That they do" he agreed nodding.

"So how've you been? How's Haley?" you asked moving the folder on the table almost missing how he winced.

"Ups and downs. Haley died a couple years back." his said quietly and your head shot up. You and Haley had never gotten along but you'd never had wished her any ill.

"Jesus Aaron." you breathed and gripped his shoulder comfortingly "I'm sorry for your loss"

He smiled sadly at you and in that moment you realised exactly how much Aaron had loved her. Yes he may had loved you but he had loved her more, it made sense.

You were dragged away almost physically by Lucy who was trying to show you a connection she and Doctor Reid had made with the unsubs drop off points but your mind wasn't in it. You had nodded and sent them with Agent Morgan and Prentiss to see if they could find anything else out from the scenes themselves. You had retreated to your office just to take a small breather, even as you sat at your desk you were eyeing the small cabinet at the opposite side of the room. It was like it was dragging you towards it as you inched forward and unlocked it, pulling the small box out. Photos of you and Aaron spilled out when you had opened it, keeping it here was supposed to keep the need to look at them away but clearly your brain had other plans especially when memories bubbled to the surface.

Dates, adventures, visiting him in hospital because he got hurt again. First times. Last times.

Everything flooded through your mind leaving you sitting on the carpeted floor, tears filling your eyes. You had missed him, when you had said you had loved him you meant it but even after so many years seeing him brought fresh waves of affection and love into your heart. You decided to put on your Unit Chief face and squash every single emotion down so that it didn't bother you. There was time to cry after this case.

As it turned out their was time to cry during the case too. As you realised almost 20 hours later running on no sleep, terrible coffee and spite. The words on paper, screens and boards were floating and spiralling in on each other making it impossible to read and if Aaron tried to tell you what to do one more time you were going to shoot him and you didn't care about the repercussions.

"You should-" he started after following you into your office.

"Do not tell me what to do Aaron Hotchner" you growled before he could even finish his sentence, a finger pointed at his face. He rolled his eyes which seemed to irritate you more than it should have.

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm offering a suggestion" he grumbled and you weren't sure if it was the lack of sleep, the pent up emotions or something else entirely but you exploded.

"Get the hell out of my office!" you basically screamed at him and he took a step back before turning towards the door.

"Make a change from you walking out" he hissed lowly and you wanted to hit him.

"I walked out to help you" you shouted slamming your hands onto your wooden desk causing him to turn back to you.

"I didn't need the help, you didn't even give me a choice. You took that choice away from me" he shouted back and briefly your brain supplied that this was very unprofessional and that everyone in the office could definitely hear what was taking place in your office.

"I knew you were going to pick her. I'm not an idiot Aaron. A fool yes. But not an idiot" you yelled hands landing on your desk again. Only softer this time. "I took that choice from you because I knew you and I knew Haley was your everything. I. I was a placeholder until your issues worked themselves out"

"You had no idea what was going on! It was nothing like that" he hissed as if he had realised that everyone was listening it. You pushed away from the desk, taking in the hard lines on his face and the set of his shoulders. You huffed as you swing the door open.

"I knew exactly what it was. I knew exactly how you felt about her. You married her didn't you? I knew everything Aaron. That's why I took the choice away from you, because I wanted you to be happy even if it wasn't with me. You loved Haley, you should have been with her" you said quietly, all the fight had left your body as you stepped out of the office squaring your own shoulders and walking past both teams to the door.

"Chief" Leo called out and you turned your head to face him, catching Aaron's stunned face still in your office.

"I'm going home. I suggest everyone gets some rest. Home. Hotel. Break room. I don't care" you said slowly and continued your mission to get to your car without any more damage. You got the the parking garage before realising that you didn't have your bag, which meant that you didn't have your keys. You sighed and threw your head back trying to stem the tears building in your eyes.

"Here" a voice came from behind you and you sighed again. You kept watching the ceiling, refusing to look at him "(y/n)"

Your resolve crumbled in front of his eyes, as your shoulders slumped and you slowly turned to face him. He had your bag in one hand and a small almost comforting smile on his face. You took the bag from him with a small "Thanks" he nodded turning back towards one of the SUV's that the BAU were travelling in and you had to force yourself into your own car to not call for him.

The case continued quickly after the breakdown, you avoided Aaron like the plague and in turn he didn't try to speak to you about anything other than the case on the odd occasion you ended up in the same room together together. No blood had been shed in the final meeting with the unsub. Luckily the man had given up fairly quickly and had allowed himself to be handcuffed without much of a fight.

You sat in your office, head resting on your hands after greeting farewell to the BAU and sending your own agents home for a well earned couple days off. You were ignoring the piles of paperwork that had began to accumulate with every ounce of willpower you possessed.

"(y/n), are you OK?" Aaron's voiced echoed into the small room and you groaned into your palms. He chuckled slightly which cause you to look up at him with a frown.

"Why are you here Aaron?" you asked, none of the fight from the past few days was left and you resigned to just leaning on the desk.

"I could ask you the same question" he asked and you sighed "I was hoping we could have a talk before I left, clear what ever this has been up"

"Aaron. I'm sorry, just forget about it" you said taking a deep breath "Emotions were high and I hadn't slept. I didnt mean it"

"No. You did, but that's ok" he responded sitting on the chair opposite "You were right. I would have tried to make everyone happy even if it meant I wasn't. You knew that. You knew how I felt about Haley but you never knew how I felt about you. You left me with one option and most would say that I couldn't have loved you both at the same time but I did. I loved you both equally."

"Aaron you seriously don't have to" you try but he was holding up a hand to silence you.

"I would have picked you (y/n)" he said quickly at the end "I would have always picked you"

Your eyes snapped up to meet his and you huffed a small disbelieving laugh at him. You weren't sure what had happened really one minute you had been sitting opposite on another, the next you were pressed against his front pressing your lips against his. Aaron's hand cupped the back of your head and he pulled you closer with his other hand on your waist.

"I would still pick you" he mumbled against your lips before you were pressing them together once more.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #thomas gibson #criminal minds fanfiction

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gio-is-writing · 4 years

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Pt3 Jotaro and Pt4 Josuke Hc please! In which their s/o has fanboys and girls like they do! Basically very popular cause she’s so friendly but she’s oblivious to it!

REQUEST: Pt3 Jotaro and Pt4 Josuke Hc please! In which their s/o has fanboys and girls like they do! Basically very popular cause she’s so friendly but she’s oblivious to it!

This was so fun to write, I loved the idea!! Thank you ♡

Warnings: language ?

pt3 JOTARO & JOSUKE WITH A POPULAR S/O

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro was waiting outside the school gate for (Y/N), a sigh of relief leaving his body when he finally lost all those girls who kept following him around like lost dogs even if he yelled at them to leave him ‘the fuck alone’ and ‘I have a girlfriend, give up already!’

He finally got to relax with a cigarette until he heard some voices nearing.

“Please accept this gift (Y/N)!”

Surrounded by at least 5 guys, one of them almost shoving a chocolate candy box into her.

“Oh! Thank you but I can’t accept it” she laughed softly “I’m quite busy right now”

“Where are you going? Mind if I join you?”

“No, let me join you!”

“Forget about him, pick me!”

Smile in her face, she just couldn’t help but be friendly towards anyone “You see, I already have company! I got to go!”

Jotaro was growing impatient and annoyed

He stomped on the remains of his cigarette before walking up to save his girlfriend from these desperate teenagers

“She said she already had company, leave her the fuck alone”

Without hesitation they all scurried away into the school again without looking back and discussing among each other with disappointed faces.

She kisses his face all over after that

“I’m sorry, did you wait long?”

“Long enough”

He HAS to lower his hat to hide the blush on his face after that.

Josuke Higashikata

They were having a nice little date at a new ice cream shop near the school

Josuke has to leave for the bathroom before they go to his house to play some video games

Just as he is walking out, he notices his girlfriend is being swarmed by some guys from their school

He is annoyed to say the least, can’t they have a moment alone? In peace?

“Why are you here alone (Y/N)?”

“Let me invite you something, what would you like?

“Maybe go somewhere else if you will”

She looks around with a nervous smile

Josuke rushed over seeing her on dispair

“Oh no, no guys, I’m not alone! I’m here with my-“

“Her boyfriend” Josuke said in a booming voice

They are gone in seconds

Josuke sighs as he sits back down in front of her and she can’t help but giggle

She stands up and kisses his cheek over the table

He is flushed RED

“Come on Josuke, I still have some victories to claim”

“We’ll see about that sweetheart!”

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ocegion · 3 years

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Nile is sitting on one of the couches of the safehouse, legs crossed and eyes on her screen as she lazily navigates youtube, when she hears an app notification loudly popping up a few feet away from her. She blinks a few times and looks up at its source.

Joe and Nicky are on the couch across from her, half-lying on each other as each of them reads their own book. Now, however, Nicky is grasping at his phone, slight grimace on his face as he looks at it, then exchanges a look with Joe, who sports a similar expression. A moment later they nod at each other and Nicky sweeps his thumb across the screen.

Their heads come together as they both focus on the screen, a certain degree of curious apprehension on their faces. They stay like that for a moment, then Nicky’s grimace comes back stronger than before as he tosses the phone to the edge of the couch. Joe just huffs, eyes narrowed, and his hand flies to Nicky’s head, gently massaging his scalp as he pulls the man closer.

It’s a few moments before either of them take notice of Nile’s fixed gaze. Joe looks curious, relaxing his hold on his partner a bit as he shifts his attention.

‘Is something the matter, Nile? You need anything?’

Nile now realizes she’s been staring, and quickly breaks her eyes away for a single moment before coming back, now with a teasing, somewhat incredulous grin on her lips.

‘I had gay friends back in Chicago, you know’ she comments easily. Nicky frowns in confusion.

‘You have gay friends now. We’re right here.’

‘I know, I know, not saying otherwise. Just… Some things are familiar.’ Neither of them seem to have a clue what she’s getting at, if their deepening frown is anything to go by. Nile’s amusement grows exponentially. ‘All I’m saying is, I know what a grindr notification sounds like.’

In the five months she’s been part of the team, Nile has barely ever seen Nicky show the slightest indication of nerves, let alone flustered. He’s about as impassible as a marble statue, but without the hard coldness to it. Now, however, she’s seeing with her own two eyes how a deep red quickly takes hold of his cheeks in the few seconds it takes for him to fully register what she’s said and hastily look down. He unconsciously leans towards Joe, who isn’t flustered, per se, but for once in his life seems to be not immediately sure what to say, mouth opening to start saying something, only to repeatedly decide to change his wording, then just shutting up with his lips turned a thin line.

‘What the hell is a green deer?’ Andy asks from the other corner of the room, where she’s taken off her headphones to pay attention to the current commotion. Nile brings her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh when Nicky groans in response.

‘Nothing important’ Joe grumbles lowly. Andy’s eyebrow rises, an equally amused and bemused expression hinting on her face, but she merely shrugs and puts her headphones back on. Nile can hear the music from here, and she’s going to have to remind her again that no healing means she can, in fact, go deaf if she keeps doing that.

For the time being, though…

‘Grindr’ she repeats, a delighted tone to her voice. The word seems to be some sort of spell that makes the both of them shrink on themselves, and she supposes it’s a bit mean, but they have behaved like the dignified, nearly-mystic millenium-old warriors they are every moment Nile has shared with them. She’s not going to let the chance to see them embarrassed pass so quickly.

‘There’s no shame in it, you know’ she says, and she means it. But she’ll admit that she says it knowing it’ll make Joe groan softly as he hides his face in his hands, and Nicky petulantly crosses his arms while pointedly looking away. ‘I mean it! I’m not going to judge you for your… Pastimes.’

‘This isn’t- This is not-’ Nicky stutters, brighter red if it’s even possible, and Nile is going to commit that look to memory because who knows when it’s going to come back. He wildly gestures with his hands, as if trying to grasp the words.

‘We were just curious, is all’ Joe supplies in a low but hasty mumble, nearly pouting and looking anywhere but at her. She raises her eyebrow.

‘I’d say you two are a bit late to be curious about this sort of thing. I doubt there’s anything you’ve got left to learn about this stuff. Well, being vanilla is okay in any case, even if it’s for a thousand years. Whatever suits you.’

Nicky stares at her, and opens his mouth to say something only to stop himself at the last second. He takes a long moment and in the end he settles, calmly, for ‘We were at a bar the other day, and we heard that grindr is the new space for gay men. We just wanted to check it out, keep up with the times.’

‘It wasn’t exactly what we expected it to be’ Joe adds, dryly. Nile takes a moment to stop herself from bursting into laughter. God, right now she really wishes social media wasn’t off limits to her, this is comedy gold.

She rises to her feet and throws herself at the other couch in between them. Joe and Nicky automatically make space for her, but they stretch their arms behind the couch to hold hands. They look at her curiously and she grins while she makes a beckoning gesture to Nicky.

‘Let me see.’

‘Nile!’ he nearly shrieks, half-scandalized. Nile is reminded that despite looking like he’s on the flower of life, at the point where maturity hasn’t started chipping away at youthful vigor, he is, after all, a grandpa older than most countries he steps into. Unfazed by this, she gives him a look that has him begrudgingly handling her his phone while muttering something under his breath.

Despite their complains, they seem very interested in whatever she’s going to do, both of their heads touching hers as they look at the device in her hands. She can’t help but be endeared by Nicky’s phone: His wallpaper is a pic of Joe sleeping (she’s willing to bet her next 30 lives that the opposite is true for Joe’s phone), and beside a sudoku app, the phone is pretty much barren. Except for grindr.

‘You should expect some, uh, unsavory things in there’ Joe mutters, somewhat apprehensive. Nile gives him an unimpressed look.

‘I’m not a child, Joe, no matter how many times you all say it. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen more than you had at my age.’

However, she goes directly to their profile. It’s the only thing that holds her curiosity, really, everything else has a very low chance of being anything she hasn’t already seen in her other friends’ phones. It is adorably innocent, considering what they knew about the app. It’s got a selfie of the two of them with Joe kissing Nicky’s cheek, another selfie of Joe at the beach with that backwards cap of his and sunglasses, and then a third one of Nicky reading, which she’s pretty sure Joe took while he wasn’t aware of it.

The profile is pretty much empty otherwise. The description is a mere ‘curious couple’, which, again, is adorably innocent considering she knows who they are. Not so much to anyone else, though.

Just in that moment, just as she’s about to check the chats just to drag the experience out, the phone rings with a new message. She opens it and-

‘Wow’ she says as she drops the phone, and you know what, she had forgotten the part about just how forward some guys could be. Had repressed it, most likely.

‘I know’ Nicky wails, picking up the phone and putting it at a safe distance. ‘We’ve gotten so many of those. And people who call Joe ‘daddy’. And asking about our, huh, positions. We keep expecting something a bit more… Mild. Just friendly. But no luck.’

‘We tried to start a few conversations, with some of the more, umm, dressed guys’ Joe continues, voice conveying a deep desolation within his soul. ‘It never goes over five minutes before they ask us if we want… Well. I’m not going to repeat it.’

Nile is, once more, struggling to keep the laughter inside herself. The sulky look they both give her has the laugh finally escaping her. ‘You are two attractive, young-looking men’ she says once she’s got her air back. ‘Of course guys are going to be interested. I think at this point you’ve figured out what guys are looking for in here.’

There is a brief silence. ‘Don’t get us wrong, it’s great there’s enough freedom for this… Thing, to exist’ Nicky says, more serene than he’d been a handful minutes ago. ‘It would have been unthinkable a handful decades ago in a country like this. It’s just not what we were expecting.’

‘It used to be about romance’ Joe adds, still somewhat sulky and looking at the phone like it had personally insulted him. ‘There used to be seduction, yearning, poetry. Courtship has changed a lot since we were young, we know, but this just skips it altogether. It’s lacking in taste, is all.’

Nile could repeat what the app was for and that there were other places they might find something more suitable to their tastes, but another, far more important thought crashes into her mind. She smirks.

‘You know I’m going to have to notify Copley about this, right?’

They both look like they’ve seen a ghost. ‘You absolutely don’t’ Nicky mutters, pale.

‘I absolutely do. No social media at all, remember?’

‘We were going to delete it anyway’ Joe begs. ‘We’ll do it right now in front of you.’

Nile pretends to think about it for about five seconds. ‘But what if someone has saved those pics of you?’

The look of dispair on their faces intensifies. ‘They can do that?’

Nile has no option but to roll onto the floor as she laughs harder than she has in a whole year.

#theyre old men yelling at a cloud. bless their hearts #Nile Freeman #Yusuf al Kaysani #Nicolo di Genova #Kaysanova #joenicky #my writing #shitpost #its basically a glorified shitpost tbh

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lolabangtan · 4 years

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Biting dogs seldom bark | jjk

You and your junior Jungkook decide to go to his room when you see the library is full. In the face of silence and concentration, one of your childhood habits comes back to haunt you, to Jungkook’s delicious dispair.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: is indulging a whiny virgin kookie considered something worth warning for? anyways, virgin boys are fun to play with when they submit and you encourage them to leave behind toxic gendered expectations. support your local virgins and stay at home if you can.

# biting kink, subby virgin!jungkook, college AU, dom!reader, soft femdom, Y/N eating some ass and licking some balls, a little bit of cum play, too, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, unprotected vaginal sex, the word noona appears a dozen times, Y/N is basically JK’s hot noona and he’s been dreaming of her fucking him for all eternity.

This is both inspired by Run BTS ep 30 where JK moaned a little when Jin bit his shoulder and the realization that some people do bite their friends according to a classmate I used to have in high school.

Well, we all miss jungkook. this is in his honour, although i hope he does never read it.

“Are you sure you don’t want my freshman notes?”

“There’s no need, noona. Thank you.”

Jungkook was tired. You could see it in the way he dragged his voice, the way he moved and picked up papers and opened his laptop—even the way he blinked, squeezing his eyes over and over again.

“Tell me if you change your mind,” you finally said, “I never got to sell them and they’re rotting in a folder on my computer anyways.”

Jungkook put away his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I can—I can do it. I just need some more time to do the research. Professor Choi’s presentations aren’t really useful… He said he’d share all the notes but there are only conceptual frameworks.”

As he was facing his first mid-term exams and you had to study to get into an internship in Tokyo for your senior year, you had tried to go first to the library closest to your residence, which, although it had a horrible Wi-Fi connection, was not usually very crowded.

You guys were so delusional! When you arrived, you thought about whether there were really so many people studying at your school. There was not a single chair, not a single bench, hardly any room on the floor free to sit and be productive.

Pressing your lips, you stared at him for a moment, silently, as you always did.

Jungkook and you knew each other from high school after he arrived from Busan right after you started eleventh grade. He was the new kid, handsome, quite cute, only fifteen years old, and your friends loved to welcome kids like that, so there was no way you could stop them from taking the poor boy as their protégé. Since he had turned out to be a really nice boy, all shyness and naivety, how could you not take him under your wing, too?

Even if many people said you were the cool type: silent, thoughtful, taking care of your friends from the shadows. And they were right—biting dogs seldom barked.

He relied on you as he relied on no one else. You were his noona, his older sister, his strong, confident friend on whom he could always count. And you loved it because you had always thought that Jungkook was your baby.

However, you had this small, slight, insignificant habit that you should get rid of one day, and which changed things a little bit.

Since childhood, you tended to bite people. It was nothing hard, not biting them in their necks and bleeding them to death. You never hurt them, and they weren’t even proper bites. Your mother once told that it was because of some pain in your teeth you had had when you were five, and you just had gotten used to it.

But you would never bite strangers—ugh, not at all. It was just a habit you started to do when you felt comfortable enough with someone, so you simply tended to bite your friends’ shoulders, or their wrists, or anywhere that was munchy and squishy.

You were about to graduate from high school the first time you bit Jungkook.

The loyal, hardworking kid he was, he had accepted to invite you to his place after school for the first time. His parents already knew you and they were really happy that he had a noona to help him (his mother was apparently a little bit older than his father, too), so they did nothing to stop him from taking a grown-up, hot girl upstairs to his room.

You were expecting something completely different when Jungkook turned his doorknob.

Being sixteen years old, you expected to find a deep smell of corn, a mess of T-shirts reeking of deodorant and sweat, bags of Doritos lying on the floor, posters of anime girls in microscopic bikinis. But the reality was simply a moderately tidy room, although it was populated by little Japanese cartoon figures, a huge computer with a microphone and a closet full of immaculate white tees.

“Are you okay, noona? You seem… shocked.”

His question made you chuckle. “I just expected something different…”

“I didn’t really have time to clean up this morning,” he said, “I didn’t know you’d ask to come over. Fuck, I even forgot to make the bed…” He hurried over to his bedside table and picked up a white round cylinder to throw into the bottom of the drawer. “Yeah, let me just pull out the sheets a little bit and we can… We can do it here. Studying.”

“I mean that I expected something worse, Kookie. You’re a really clean boy.”

Kookie, he loved hearing you say that. It made your lips pout and then it made you smile. The tenderness, the care, the cooing. He adored hearing you say it.

You both sat down on the bed, since the table had been invaded by the giant computer, and you took out your books to start studying. Silently, you bit the tip of your pen while he stared at you, and eventually, you noticed his eyes burning your lips.

“Sorry, is it yours? You know, I have this awful habit of biting,” you added.

“Don’t worry,” said Jungkook, “you can keep it. I have more. As long as you bite… things and not people,” he added with a mysterious smile.

You couldn’t hold the laugh. “Actually, I do bite people. But only those I feel close to. I don’t bite just anyone, you know. Half my friends have had enough of me, though.”

Jungkook frowned slowly, thinking that it made him less than a friend to you. Not even that. He could not even be the pathetic friend who was in love with you, it seemed. He was just the new kid you spoke to out of pity last year.

“Are you okay? You look worried.”

“Mm, yeah. I just feel sorry for all of your friends,” he muttered, grabbing the first book he saw and opening it by a random page.

“You’re my friend, too, you know that, don’t you, Kookie?” You pressed your lips when he kept silent and looked down at his wrist. He had such pretty hands, you thought. Maybe you had just been containing yourself since you knew all your friends except him since kindergarten. “See?”

Then you grabbed his wrist, smiling, and gently sunk your teeth into his soft golden flesh.

Jungkook whimpered as he pulled his arm away from you. “N-noona!”

It hadn’t been a whimper of pain. At all. You had had your fair share of physical contact with other people and you knew there was no pain behind his cute noises. The mere thought made you rub your thighs together, but you didn’t lose your shit and bit his wrist again, chuckling.

“Ah, noona, stop…” he moaned. His eyes shone with a weird glow. “Let’s… Let’s focus back on the study, please.”

How uncomfortable he seemed to be made suddenly you feel incredibly bad. You, his trusty noona, his reliable older sister, had been turned on by his voice, by his groans, when Jungkook was clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“Sorry.”

“I… Gotta go to the restroom for a second,” he muttered, rushing to get off the bed without even facing you. You nodded to his back. “I’ll be right back.”

But Jungkook took his time to return and, by the time he was back, his bangs a little wet, you had already finished with your homework and felt the urgent need to get away from his room—everything, from the sheets to simply the air lingering around, smelled like him, and it just fuelled the fire inside your guts.

That had been the first and last time you bit Jungkook, and not because you didn’t want to. On the contrary, it was incredibly hard to resist your impulses.

Back on that awful pre-exam day, with all the faculty libraries fully stocked and the dorm’s Wi-Fi getting weaker and weaker, you and Jungkook had plunged back into a bubble of concentration, though yours barely lasted a few minutes.

Once you looked away from your laptop, you turned to Jungkook, who, on his back, was working on his paper for Mr Choi. You could see his thick neck swallowing saliva from time to time, his eyes fixed on the screen with a small blue light alloy. Oh, this boy was so bad for your health, how had you even hold yourself for all those years? You had suddenly forgotten.

The repetitive sound of the computer keys, along with how little your last americano had woken up your brain, ended up bewitching you, and you slid into a relaxation bubble, absorbed by the way the words appeared on the screen at the same time his fingers typed.

You turned in his direction, sneaking one of your legs next to him, and barely noticed how he tensed up in front of you.

His T-shirt had a loose collar, which fell a little lower than his collarbone, and you ended up resting your chin on his shoulder to watch him write his soporific work in more detail.

However, attracted by his warmth, by his earthy scent that resembled the smell of winter sunshine, you slipped your nose into the skin of his shoulder and did not notice how your teeth gently dug into his tender flesh.

Jungkook’s chest reverberated with a soft moan covered by his mellow voice. Without realizing it, he had lowered his hand to your thigh during your lazy embrace and squeezed it the moment you bit into his shoulder. He threw his head back slightly and closed his eyes as his fingers dug into your thigh.

Fascinated by his reaction, you stuck your teeth into his neck again, this time dragging them a little before you pulled your head away from him. A shiny bite mark decorated beautifully his golden skin.

“F-fuck, noona, you can’t just…!” he whined.

That was quite a similar situation to that school day, but there was something about the way Jungkook whined, about the way he bit his lip, about the way he had thrust his hips—almost imperceptibly—about the way his fingers sank into the flesh of your thighs, that told you that no, that situation was very different.

Jungkook tried to laugh the whole situation off and reached out his hand, which had moved away from your thigh as if it were burning his palm, to grab a pillow and place it on his lap.

Fuck it all, I guess.

With remarkable physical exertion, you propelled yourself onto the leg that was prey to Jungkook’s hand and lay on his lap, landing your ass on the pillow that absurdly hid his erection. The friction made him hiss as the small bites throbbed on his skin.

Then you finally kissed him, grabbing the loose neck of his tee and sinking your face on his, fed up with all that nonsense you had been telling yourself of Jungkook hating your bites.

You deepened the kiss and stroked his lower lip with your tongue, warning him. Then, when he gasped again, you snuck your tongue in his mouth and finally began to devour him with all the passion you both had inside.

He was the first to speak as soon as you parted your faces, his neck reddened by the craving of passion, and he looked into your eyes. “For… for real? Is this really happening? I’m not dreaming again?” You could just laugh at his words. “I’m serious! Fuck, I’m so hard already, noona…!”

“That’s my Kookie, all hard and ready for me.”

You kissed him again, biting his earlobe first and dragging the soft skin with your teeth as you pushed him against the bedding of his messy bed. It smelled like him too, but why would you care about that when you had your golden honey boy in your arms, whining and moaning as you completely devoured him?

Jungkook coughed a little when he tried to speak, choking on all the saliva that was pooling in his mouth. “W-wait, noona… How far do you wanna go?”

“As far as you’ll let me,” you answered without looking at him, still absorbed by the way your teeth were digging into the other side of his warm neck. “Why are you asking? You don’t have any condoms and you don’t know if you’re clean?” You finally looked at him.

“That’s not it… I’m pretty sure I am…”

That made you smile. “That’s good—I’m on the pill and I’d hate not having you cum inside.”

You weren’t making it easy for him to confess that he had never had sex with another person, or that no one had ever jerked him off or given him a blow job. Listening to you talk so naturally about the way you would fuck him into madness made the hair on his nape stand on end in a mixture of erotic euphoria and the most outrageous fear of ruining everything.

“I’m a virgin!” he finally spurted out.

“What?” you asked, shocked. Then you rose from his chest to take a better look at his face. “How so? I can’t believe you’ve never had the chance to get laid. You had half the class whipped for you back in high school.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “Well, everybody thought I was your boyfriend, and they kinda respected it… And I didn’t really meet new people outside school.”

You felt so bad for the poor thing, not having been able to enjoy sex during his teenage years because of you and your stupid, cool reputation. And you hadn’t even been fucking him.

“But I didn’t mind, noona, really… I liked that they thought so.”

“You don’t hate me? Why did you never tell me about it?” you insisted, “I can’t possibly be okay with this, Jungkook. I’m sure you would’ve liked to experiment in high school. This is ridiculous.”

Jungkook closed his eyes and ground his hips against yours. Suddenly his face looked no longer angelical and shy, but desperate, raw, needy. When he opened his eyes again, they glowed, watering, with pure lust.

“Noona, if you knew the things I’ve done behind your back. If you knew how many times I’ve touched myself at night thinking about what it would feel like having you bite me all over my body, you really wouldn’t be okay with it… I hated seeing you do it to your friends, they couldn’t enjoy it as I would have…! And when it finally happened the first thing I did was getting hard, like the horny virgin I am. So disgusting.”

You chuckled. “Should I leave you alone? You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot, Jungkook.”

“Call me Kookie,” he begged, “I’m Kookie. To you, I’m Kookie, noona, please.”

“Okay, Kookie.” And there was that pout on your lips again and the smile that preceded it when you called it that. “You asked me before how far I was willing to go, and I said as far as you would go. How far is that? What do you want us to do?”

His dick twitched the second you spoke. “Everything. Anything—I’m okay with anything you wanna do to me, noona, I’m so fucking okay with it… You left me so alone when you graduated, noona, and you’re going to Tokyo next year. You’ll forget about me. I want you to be my first, I wanna have marks from you all over my body, I wanna remember you—but I don’t want you to forget about me,” he suddenly whined, “I don’t want you to go.”

You let out a groan of compassion from your throat and took his face in your hands. Still lying on his bed, you kissed him again, deeply, trying to imbue the kiss with all the love you felt.

“I’ll only be away for a year. Then I’ll come back and stay in Seoul,” you said, caressing his cheeks.

“Will you be with me?”

“I will be with you. Now.” The expression on your face changed completely as an avid sly smile stretched your lips, and your hand went down under his shirt. “You haven’t answered me. What do you want right now? You’ve never been touched before by anything that isn’t your hand, Kook. I should compensate you.”

It was too soon, and you were too turned on to just sit on his lap and ride him, and if you sucked him off he wouldn’t last longer than a minute, and it’d also ruin is self-esteem, so perhaps it was better to start with the basics.

The sound the fly made as you carefully lowered it with your hand gave him a chill that went down his spine and ended up making his dick throb inside his underwear.

You were greeted by his tip, slippery and red and glossy, which peeked through the edge of his underwear. The contact with the cold air in the room made him shiver and pant, caged under your arms.

“God, Kookie, you don’t know what you’re doing to me…”

“Tell me,” he panted, “Tell me… what you wanna do to me.” Jungkook couldn’t hold back a whimper when your thumb circled his sensitive red tip. “Ah, please, noona!”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” you said as you pumped his shaft, making him shiver under your body. “You know, Kookie, I thought it’s too soon to just ride you until you’re on the verge of tears, begging me to let you cum inside my tight pussy, but if I give it a second thought… That’s fucking turning me on.”

“Yes, noona, ride me, please.”

You finally got rid of your sweatpants under Jungkook’s hungry, eager gaze and, before taking off your underwear too, you took his hand and made him caress your clothed cunt.

“I’m soaking wet, see, Kookie? Imagine what it’ll be like under my panties. Imagine what it’ll be like inside me.”

“So hot and damp. I’m sure your pussy is so tight, noona, so wet,” he moaned, thrusting his hips into the empty air. “I won’t last inside you if you’re like this, noona. Fuck, I won’t last a second.”

His voice had taken on a hint of worry, so you took his face in your hands and bit his cheek gently, gently, as you sat on his lap. “That doesn’t matter to me. In fact, I like it—I’m dying to see your orgasm face, so I’ll make you cum so fucking hard you won’t even be able to think about it.”

Jungkook didn’t really know how to reply to that, so he simply moaned when you took off your panties.

“I can feel how hot your pussy is…”

“And now you’re going to feel it even more, Kookie,” you laughed. Slowly, he got inside of you. Feeling the way his dick slowly stretched you out as you sank down on him, perfect girth and perfect length, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. His breath had become heavy and shaky, his eyes tightly closed, and you could feel him shaking underneath you. “Breathe, baby. Don’t be so tense.”

Then the poor boy coughed again, choking on his own spit. “I’m just… trying not… to cum, noona, but you’re so tight and hot and wet and it feels really, really good…!”

“Should we go deeper?”

He nodded after a few seconds, still not opening his eyes. What a shame, you thought, not having the visuals of the first time his virgin cock was buried in your hot, wet cunt. But then he bottomed out, and it made him open his eyes with a moan that made you clench around him.

“I’m close,” he panted again.

You didn’t respond, but simply lowered your hand to your clit and massaged it at the perfect rhythm as you dug your teeth into his neck, pushing your hips against his.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” you managed to say, claiming his neck with your lips as your teeth gently bit on the soft golden flesh. “Are you gonna come inside noona, fill up her pussy? C’mon Kookie, I know you can. Let me see your cute face.”

Looking up at you, tilting his head to the side, Jungkook twitched inside of you and pouted as if he was about to burst out in tears. The poor boy was overwhelmed. So, you bent over him and kissed his lips, whispering against them that you were eager to see him come, to see him moan louder and gasp and sob.

Jungkook whimpered into your mouth, as you were still kissing him. “Yes, yes, noona, yes, I-I’m gonna-shit, please, noona, I’m so close!”

“Fuck, Kookie, you feel so good,” you moaned, caressing the hair of his nape, “Come for noona, let her see how you fill her up.” Then you bit him in the neck and sucked on the reddish mark your teeth had left on his honey skin.

That was the last straw for Jungkook, and let out a breathy whimper as you felt him rubbing his feet against the bedding, shivering underneath your body, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. The poor boy was on the verge of tears, and you were loving it, the feeling of his cum filling you up, even if you knew you weren’t going to make it despite being so close.

Then, with a jolt, you realised he had started bleeding from the nose, the glossy blood seeping through his parted lips.

“Fuck, Kookie, you’re bleeding!” you breathed, rushing to putting a strand of his fringe behind his ear, “It’s normal to bleed in your first time, babe, don’t worry… I’ll get you something to wipe it off. Anyways, the air in your room is so dry, you should get a humidifier…”

Jungkook nodded. He had started to come down from his high, but you were still sitting on him, dick buried deep in you, so the boy gasped when you moved your hips to fetch him a tissue.

You smirked. “Sensitive, are we? Are you going to help noona come?” you said then, heeling, leaning back and forth as Jungkook shut his eyes tight and grabbed your hips so you’d stop moving. However, he did not. In fact, his hands helped your sharp movements, lifting you until you only had his tip inside and sinking you down on him again, making him bottom out. “Do you like it, Kookie? Do you like it when I fuck your spent cock? Are you going to cum for me again?”

You couldn’t help it—your baby Koo was coming again with his cum-covered dick buried deep inside your cunt, heels rubbing against the blankets because it was too much. Yeah, you couldn’t help the knot unravelling inside your belly, making you clench around him.

Enjoying the last remains of your orgasm, both riding Kookie and rubbing your clit until it was too sensitive, you leaned with both hands on his sweaty chest with a smile of utter satisfaction.

“I know you said you were a virgin, Kookie, but tell me, have you ever watched porn? Don’t lie to me.” He nodded, barely able to open his eyes, frowning from all the overwhelming pleasure he had just begun to get down from. “I bet you love to watch girls being stuffed up with a man’s cum. Don’t you, Kook? Ever wondered what does it feel like? Having someone’s warm cum filling up your pretty little hole.”

You slid the tip of your finger up and down your labia, collecting his cum mixed with yours, and rubbed it against his ass hole, creaming its rim, your finger ghostly hovering over it.

“I-it feels good,” said Jungkook, “And nasty.”

You kept covering the skin of his butthole with his own load, taking your time to cover it so it wouldn’t fall down easily. “It’s really nasty, Kookie, you’re right. Better clean up the mess, don’t you think?”

Then you slowly went down his chest until you found yourself in front of his balls. The last thing he saw before you dived between his legs was a sly smirk, and then everything went white when your tongue found his sweet spot after digging for a few seconds. The pleasure of feeling your tongue licking parts of his body that he had not even thought of touching clouded his vision, and suddenly his world was only your tongue and his trembling body.

“Fuck! Noona, shit, shit…!”

Jungkook arched his back, stunned to feel his cock slowly hardening again despite having come just a few minutes ago.

You decided to give him a break by moving your lips away from him.

“Is it too much, Kookie?” He nodded without hesitation. “But here I thought I should compensate you for all those amazing orgasms you could have had if I hadn’t been in your way. You’ve never complained about me taking care of you, though.”

Then you kissed his balls and licked the thick vein crossing his dick to the tip before engulfing with your mouth all that fit in. You could feel it twitching over your tongue.

“Mm-please noona! I’m going to cum if- Ah, ah!” Jungkook’s eyes were watering already.

Smiling and bobbing your head up and down. You were ruining him—you knew it, this probably wasn’t the way he’d pictured his first time to be like—but he was loving it. Every moan, every gasp, every wet sob that shivered throughout his throat. Every unintentional jerky jolt of his hips that made him look down to you with the most blatant fear of having messed up, until you reassured him with a long kick up to the flushed tip of his dick to let him know that everything was okay.

“Mhf, please, noona, ple-please, I can’t, I-I…! I’m gonna come…!” The mere thought of the next words coming out of his lips could bring him to the verge of orgasm. “In your mouth, noona, I’m gonna cum… mouth! Shit, shit, please, let me!”

You took your lips off his shaft for a second. “Do you?” you purred then, licking on his tip with short strokes of your tongue. Your fingers slid into his already prepped hole and you rubbed your finger pads against his prostate until you set the perfect pace. “Come for your noona, c’mon, baby, Kookie, cum for me,” you breathed against his slit.

Jungkook barely gave you any time to swallow his dick again, so you almost missed his cum shot. The warm liquid went down your throat and you kissed his tip with wet lips, enjoying the way he twitched against your tongue.

“Stop, stop, please,” he begged you, pressing his things together beneath you, “I can’t, don’t…”

“It’s okay, Kookie,” you muttered before kissing his inner thigh.

His arms welcomed you with a mix of sweat and mellow, fluttery eyes, rushing to embrace you as if not having you against his chest was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. You smile, turning over to have him against your chest, and kissed his forehead after you covered both of you with his comfy blanket.

Jungkook smooched your earlobe, still breathing heavily. “I’m going to miss you so much, noona.”

“I’m going to miss you too, baby. Noona’s gonna feel so lonely without you…”

“No, you won’t,” he scoffed. It was hard not to notice the harsh pain in his voice.

You turned around to face him, and Jungkook moved over the bed with a frown, too fond of his previous position over your soft breasts.

“You’re gonna leave, noona, I get it. You’re gonna find a boyfriend in Tokyo, and you’ll forget about me. I know. But it’s okay, noona, I swear—I still have this moment to keep with me forever, and I-” You stopped him the second you saw an anguished tear rolling down his cheek. It shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be crying. Was it your fault? “Sorry, I-”

“I’m not gonna leave, Kookie. I’m not gonna leave you, either. And one day I’ll be the one to see you off at the airport before you take an aeroplane to, I don’t know, the States, and I’ll miss you so much, baby, as much as I’ll miss you next year.”

He finally dared to look at you through his wet eyelashes. “You’re gonna miss me?”

“Every single second,” you muttered against his lips before kissing him, too engrossed in the earthy warmth oozing from his skin to notice drowsiness taking its toll on both of you. “I’m going to miss you every second I’m away from you, Jeon Jungkook.” And, being buried in each other’s arms, you decided to follow him and closed your eyes, leaving any worry behind.

A few minutes later, Park Jimin, Jungkook’s roommate, came into the room along with his friend Kim Taehyung and they watched them silently until the first one whispered, looking at his also shocked friend:

“I told you! You owe me twenty thousand won!”

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