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princessaxoxo · 6 months

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Strangers to Lovers Part 5

Sherlock x reader

Summary: Being Enola’s sitter was an adventure, but not as much as falling for her brother, Sherlock.

Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, little angst, fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (f receiving), pet names, fingering, breeding kink, vulgar language

Word Count: 3k+

After escorting you home, Sherlock strolled back to his loft. He noticed the disarray from the previous night as soon as he stepped inside. He began by cleaning the dishes from supper in his kitchen. After that, he began working on his table and counter. He was certain that your presence was the only reason he overlooked the mess. Normally, by now, his apartment would be pristine.

His linens and himself both still carried your scent. Which made him want to stay in his current clothes and avoid taking a bath, even though he knew he should because he was drenched from the pleasures of sex you two shared this morning. All he could think about was you while taking his bath, which was anything but soothing.

Following your return home, you showered and changed into a new outfit. Miranda then asked if you were ready for lunch, to which you said yes. You two rode in a carriage to the nearby café. Sipping on a cup of tea, she sat in front of you.

"I haven't heard from you," she stated bluntly. “Have you considered my advice?” You understood why she had invited you to go to lunch with her. "Yes, I did." She looked at you and asked, "Tell me what happened."

You paused briefly before continuing, "He took me on a date; it was eventful."

"Eventful? "How?" she asked. “The day was going really well. It was lunch at a stunning vineyard; he worked so hard on it. Sadly, though, the day ended poorly.” She gave you a mournful expression. "Have you two seen one another since then?" You nodded in response after taking a drink of your tea.

"I went to see him the following morning. I assured him I would be happy to accompany him if he decided to leave again.” The memory of last night made you smile, but Miranda cut you off. “From what you just told me, it seems that you were the only one to compromise your life to be with him.” You gave me a headshake. "Oh no." It was even foolish of her to say such, and you laughed at her statement.

"I must admit that ever since we were young children, you have expressed your desire to start a family in this very location—where you were raised." She gave you a shrug of her shoulders. "But things have changed apparently," she said, stopping you before you could respond. You received a patronizing look from her.

Following your departure from the café, you strolled arm-in-arm across the town square while she updated you on the drama that had transpired since your last conversation and meeting. "The maid and her husband were having an affair." She described the events, saying, "And the wife was having an affair with the local paper boy."

"How are you certain that this is accurate? Who is the originator? "I heard the maids talking, and they know everything," she said, laughing at your question. You chuckled heartily and shook your head.

"I'm staying, even though I know this was just meant to be a quick trip." What she said shocked you. The place she recently resided, she adored. "Plus, I met someone." The thought of him made Miranda grin. "All right, I'd be happy to have you here. I don't have to fake liking you, at least." Your comment made you both laugh.

She seemed to know practically every detail about you and Sherlock, so you were curious to find out more about her mystery man. “Tell me about the man you recently met, Miranda.”

Her eyes glowed as she spoke about him. She filled you in on every little detail, considering how she was smitten with him. "And what's his name?" She answered, "Benedict," like a schoolgirl. You couldn't judge her based solely on her behavior. With Sherlock, you reacted the same way.

You pondered what she said earlier at lunch for the remainder of the day that you were with her. Were you the only one that comprised? You did, after all, promise to go with him when he left, and he never promised to stay. Of course, you fell in love with a man who traveled constantly, so you didn't expect him to. No, you wouldn't take it too seriously or think about it any longer since you really want the two of you to be together. Ultimately, the two of you were attracted to one another like a moth to a flame.

"What are you thinking about?" You gave Miranda a quick glance.

You answered her with, "What?"

"You haven't really been here since tea this afternoon. Did I say something wrong?” You considered giving her a scowl and responding, "Yes, you opened your big, fat mouth and put in your opinion where it didn't belong." However, you choose to simply respond that you're tired, offering no explanation for your strange behavior.

People began to leave the town square as the sun began to set. You said, "We ought to head home." Miranda agreed. Once inside the carriage, the two of you made your way back to your home. The carriage's coachman assisted you in getting out. "Please take Ms. Hampton home and see to it that she gets there safely." You wished your cousin a restful night.

The next morning, you heard an individual at your door. You assumed that perhaps Sherlock had stayed up all night again and was stopping by. However, the person you least expected was standing there when you opened the door. Mycroft.

For a little while, you stammered, and it was evident that this annoyed him. But you managed to speak again, saying, "Mycroft, it's good to see you. How may I help you?" He smiled, but his lips were tight. "May I enter? I must speak with you." Considering that you didn't trust him, you weren't sure whether to let him in. "I have something to say you won't want to miss." His tone became solemn. "All right," you said as you stepped to the side and opened the door to let him in.

Mycroft and you both entered your living space. You asked him, "What is it that's so important?" His gaze scanned the area, unimpressed. “Sherlock was notified of a case in Paris this morning. And he accepted it.” Mycroft at last caught your gaze. "Meaning," you interrupted him before he could say anything more. "I am aware of its meaning." As Mycroft remained there, trying to make you believe that Sherlock would depart, your chest constricted, and you became aware that you were getting red in the face. "If Sherlock were to depart again, we have put plans in place." You responded to Mycroft with firmness.

"Yes, he informed me of the discussion you two had. To be with him, you are giving up your life and your desires. I can guarantee you that this is the only time he will be with you while he is away handling cases." He used his cane to point to you. "You'll only get to spend time with him when he's not on a case, which is not often. And both of us are aware of that." He persisted in his insulting remarks: "It seems unfair, doesn't it?" You moved away from him as he approached you because you didn't want to be anywhere close to him. "You are giving up the life you want, and Sherlock gets to keep the life he chooses."

It hurt to know that there was some truth to what he said. The need to avoid appearing weak in front of Mycroft forced you to repress the need to cry. You've had enough of him being in your life, and you needed him to leave. All you wanted to do was hurry to see Sherlock and ask him about this.

"Mycroft," he interrupted you as he peered down at his pocket watch. "I must go; enjoy the rest of your day, y/n." He gave you a tip of the hat and walked away.

You hastily grabbed your coat and summoned the carriage.

The night before

Mycroft, his brother, was babbling while Sherlock sat smoking a pipe. "I'm aware of a Parisian case. I wanted to make sure you knew about it.” He glanced at his brother, saying, "It's a big one." For a while, Sherlock remained silent. "Are you planning to leave?" Mycroft asked.

Sherlock sighed, unsure of how to respond. He would have to discuss it with you before deciding. The only response he offered Mycroft was, "I'll think about it." He observed his brother's face taking on what appeared to be a calculating expression as he kept smoking his pipe. However, he must have been mistaken, so he shrugged it off and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

Present Day

"Open up!" you yelled, and Sherlock heard it. "Open up now, Sherlock!" He hastily opened his door upon realizing it was you shouting. The door opened, and you hurried inside. "Is what Mycroft told me accurate? that you agreed to take up a case in Paris?" His eyes were running around her face. She wasn’t giving him time to respond. “He came by and started just saying horrible things," and your voice cracked.

“Calm down, baby." Kindly, Sherlock pleads with you. It seemed impossible for you to catch your breath. But you felt yourself relax when he put his hands on your face, and you raised your head to look at him. Everything seemed better when he touched you. With your eyes closed, you took a deep breath, let it out, and looked to face him again.

"A case in Paris was brought to my attention. I didn't say I would accept it. To be honest, I said nothing to Mycroft about my intention to go." You gave a head nod.

"What he was saying to me, I wish you could have heard. I immediately came here after he left. What he said might actually come true, I fear." Sherlock looked at you with concern.

"My dear, what did he say to you?"

"That bringing me along would not be significant. Since I would be alone and you would be too preoccupied trying to solve your numerous cases, I was afraid because I thought there might be truth to that."

Irritated, Sherlock closed his eyes and wiped his face with his palms. He exclaimed, "Fuck's sake."

"Good morning, Sherlock," Mycroft boldly strolled in and once more tipped his hat to you. You gave me an eye roll. "Y/N, I apologize for asking you for this, my dear. However, kindly head home. I'll stop by and visit you later. I must speak with my brother alone right now."

Sherlock was glaring daggers at Mycroft; he would be dead, for sure, if looks could kill. You wanted to decline and remain. However, you were aware that it was the right choice to leave. The three of you felt suffocated by the thick air in the room. You approached Sherlock; his gaze never left Mycroft. You kissed Sherlock on the forehead, averted his brothers' gaze, and turned to walk out of Sherlock's door.

"It was completely inappropriate for you to visit her home!" Sherlock raged at his older brother. "I would kill you now if you weren't my brother. And I'm still debating whether or not to." He spat angrily at Mycroft, causing his hair to fall in front of his face.

Mycroft had a bored expression. "I was honest with her at least, while you would have avoided the situation."

"You were lying, and I had no intention of leaving. Even before talking to her, I had already made up my mind."

"Are you really sacrificing your career for a woman?" Mycroft mocked. "You'll be sorry."

Sherlock approached his sibling and stood near his face. "I don't require your advice on what I'll regret. In this life, she is the one thing I can be certain of. My future exists with her. You can't mess with my life, and I won't tolerate it. Our life. I'm going to marry her and start a family with her. Thus, this is what you are going to do. After gathering your possessions, you're going to depart. I wish to never see your face again."

Mycroft swallowed, his brother suddenly frightening him. He tipped his hat and walked out, his dignity unharmed. No longer to be seen.

You asked Sherlock, "What happened?" You witnessed the look on his face upon his arrival. In addition to being upset, he was furious.

"Mycroft will no longer cause us any trouble, my dear. I took care to ensure it."

“But I'm the reason you're losing your brother. That bothers me so much for you.”

“Are you kidding me?” With a gentle expression, he took both of your hands in his. "I love you, and I also promise not to allow anyone to stand in the way of our shared future. Not to mention the harm he caused you. Whether it was expressed verbally or not is irrelevant."

He gave your hands a kiss.

"Before I had the chance to speak with you, I had already made up my mind. I have no intention of leaving; I'm not interested in taking on any more mysteries. I want nothing more than to be with you. to get married and start a small family together. That's what I want."

"I love you, Sherlock, and my heart will always belong to you." You two shared a long, passionate kiss. He kissed his way down your cheek and into your neck, lowering the straps of your nightgown.

"May I remove your nightgown?" he said in a hushed voice.

"Yes, do it, please."

His hands reached the bottom and pulled it over your head. Exposing your body to him, the breeze in your home hits your nipples, making them harden. “Take off your clothes, baby," you told him.

You watched him undress himself, making your heartbeat increase.

He started to climb on top of you as you reclined on your bed. His kisses were incredibly tender and sweet. This kiss was unlike the others, as you hummed into his. His curly hair is intertwined in your hands.

His left hand followed your bare body to meet your moist center. He started rubbing your clit in circles, and you mewled out. His fingers slowly slid downward, inserting one digit at a time, then adding another. His fingers began to move diligently inside of you.

Your face was tilted upward to meet his gaze. "My love, open your eyes. When you come on my fingers, I want to see your face."

It was difficult to keep your eyes open and focused on his face as his fingers grew faster. You felt yourself beginning to grind against his fingertips. He started rubbing your clit in circles once again. You clenched around his fingers as he massaged your clit, his fingers darting in and out of you so quickly. You opened your eyes again at his voice. "Let me see those pretty eyes of yours." You hadn't realized you had closed them.

You moaned louder at the feeling of you coming around his fingers.

His mouth began to flick and suck at your clit shortly after his fingers stopped working. You let out an audible "Oh my god." His locks were tugged by your fingertips. You could feel his groaning against your pussy resonate through you.

As you observed him, his gaze met yours.

You leaned forward and pulled him back over you by grabbing his face. He took hold of his cock's base and ran it through your creases, soaking it in your delicious moisture. The tip of his cock tickled your eagerly anticipated hole. A deep groan filled his chest.

"Oh, baby, you were made perfectly for me," he said as he slowly moved in and out of you.

He moved at a steady, leisurely pace rather than accelerating his movements. Sherlock peered down at the spot where you two met and saw himself repeatedly entering you. Once more feeling up your body, he reached for your breasts. He started to tease your nipples. "Please, Sherlock, go faster."

He leaned in, planted a kiss on your cheek, and then leaned back. "I simply can't say no to you."

His hips snapped forward violently in an instant. In an attempt to balance himself, he reached for the bed frame with his arm. He became ferocious as he raced inside of you, seeing your breasts bounce in his view. "Oh my gosh, sweetheart," you moaned.

His gaze swept across yours. "I'm going to put myself within this belly. I'm going to get you nice and pregnant with our babies."

"Yes, baby." You rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

Feeling his cock move inside of you with each stroke as he put his hand on your lower abdomen. "Ah!" you whimpered. "I'm going to come."

"I love you, shit. You don't realize how stunning you appear at this moment, God."

The way he was making you feel, you were at a loss for words. "I can feel you coming," he said, feeling the walls press him. I want you to cover my cock."

He again massaged your clit with a downward motion of his hand. “I’m coming, baby. Yes!" You then drenched him in your juices. He yelled, "Fuck," as his come flooded your walls from the inside.

He looked up at you and kissed your body, stopping at your tummy. He grinned and said to you, "Soon." And while he lay next to you, you laughed heartily at him. He wrapped his arm over you, drawing you closer to his toasty body, which you loved. You placed your head on his chest and also covered his chest with your arm.

He tilted your head upward to look at him. “Baby, I want you to know that I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.” He said as he grabbed your cheeks together and kissed you. Afterward, you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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alessiathepirate · 1 month

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Detroit: Become Human

PIANO LESSONS: Markus x fem!reader

Summary: She always wanted to learn how to play the piano and luckily Markus was there to teach her.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I'm in my DBH era again -- this man is soo beautiful!

To V. <3

Warnings: swearing

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By the time Carl Manfred sat at the table, her daughter was already practicing playing the piano. He just smiled at that, being happy that she listened to him and took his advice - it's never too late to learn new things.

"Thank you, Markus." Carl said after Markus put the plate in front of him. "Now why don't you go and see if my daughter needs help?"

So Markus was soon standing next to her, not saying a word until she finished playing the song. The same song he taught her when she asked him if he'd like to help her learn how to play the piano. The very first song he taught her to play.

After she finished the last few notes she turned to look at him, her lips forming a wide smile.

"You're getting better and better." Markus complimented.

"Thank you." she said, her cheeks turning pink. "I have a pretty good teacher."

Markus smiled too, suddenly experiencing an unsual kind of peacefulness and happiness.

She made some space for him on the chair, letting him sit down next to her, their legs touching.

Markus quickly looked up more simple songs to teach her that morning, and after he found a suitable one, he played the first few notes, looking at her face to see if she's familiar with it or not.

"Imagine." she said after figuring out what he was playing. "By John Lennon." she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're not teaching me these, because my father told you to, right?"

"No. I'm just teaching you simple ones until you're ready for something more complicated." he explained.

Markus was about to show her the first few notes once again, but slower, when she noticed his torn shirt. Her eyes were immediatelly full of worry, her hands gently touched his arm, turning him toward her so she can take a better look at the damage. She touched the torn material, than her left hand was on his chest, fingertips lightly touching the area, making sure he wasn't hurt.

She was so gentle.

She was always gentle when she talked to him or touched him, as if he was a real human being. And sometimes, when Markus was spending some time alone with her, he felt like it too.

His Thirium pump was pumping the blue blood faster through his body at her touch and his LED turned yellow.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice was quiet.

"Just some protesters, you have nothing to worry about." Markus's hand touched hers and pulled it away from his chest - her touch alone could make him overheat sometimes.

"Of course I have things to worry about!" she explained, her voice suddenly becoming loud and angry. "God damn idiots!"

Markus just looked at her.

She rarely ever cursed - her father didn't let her and always scolded her when she did. But that time Carl stayed quiet.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No." he said. "They just threw me around a bit, but I'm okay."

She swallowed down the next few curses.

"I'll buy you a new shirt." she stated. "A normal one. Not this Cyberlife bullshit. We can go tomorrow afternoon."

Markus didn't protest. He knew he should have, but he didn't. He enjoyed her kindness - and he especially enjoyed it when it was directed toward him and him alone.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, really." she turned toward the piano again. "So... John Lennon."

"Yes." Markus looked at it too and gently took one of her hands. "The first chord is C."

She let his hand lead hers, her finger pressed down the said chord.

"Then a C major 7, an F..."

They went on and on, until she had a small part of it memorized.

Markus kept his hand on hers, his LED turning yellow every single time she looked up at him with a smile. When she messed up she giggled - and Markus smiled.

He loved her laugh.

Carl ate breakfast in silence, watching them from afar. At one point her daughter rested her head on Markus' shoulder as she watched their intertwined fingers.

And Carl knew...

He knew they'll end up falling in love - maybe they already had. He just hoped he'll still be around to witness the development of their relationship.

Carl felt at ease knowing that when he'll be gone, they'll take good care of each other.

#detroit become human #dbh x reader #dbh x fem!reader #markus x reader #markus x fem!reader #dbh markus x reader #dbh #dbh markus x fem!reader #dbh markus #markus #carl manfred

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yoursweetestnightmarelover · 4 months

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The Dance

“Have you heard? They're having a big party, apparently it's to celebrate a new year or something like that” J asked “Yea Lizzy even invited me” V responded, “Are you going to go?” J asked “Yea I am even Tessa and N are going are you not?” V said. “No, I have work” J said, “work?” V asked with doubt, “Yes work, are your audio receptors having problems?” J asked sarcastically, V rolled her eyes, then V smirked to herself coming up with an idea. “You know If your 'work' clears up I hear a certain someone doesn't have anyone to accompany her~” V said a mischievous grin on her face, J glared at her knowing exactly who V was talking about. “Aww come on, I'm just pulling your leg” V said, her grin growing to be Cheshire like “Ugh hate when you do that” J said pushing V away, a bell flashing on her visor. “Oh all ready well I'm going out to have fun see ya~” V said before flying off J sitting on some scrap annoyed.

Uzi, sitting in her room tinkering with various machines, Uzi hearing a knock on the door “Come In” Uzi said the room being illuminated by the pale light coming from the hallway Khan coming in saying ”You know the new year's celebration is going to be starting here soon have you picked out an outfit yet?” Uzi pointing to her bed the black dress she wore on prom set there neatly,” Uzi you don't have to go if you don't want to, Khan said ”I do it's just…” khan cutting in saying you're nervous?” ”What me nervous, I've dealt with way worse, I'm not nervous at all.” Uzi said ”well if you say so” khan said in a sad tone, knowing that she was lying or not telling him the full picture. It wasn't a lie, just she wasn't nervous. It's just a reminder that she well by herself of course she has N and V But that not what she means well N loves her as a sister and V well… Her processor quickly flashed the image of J a blush appearing on her visor. She was the LAST drone she would ask but maybe-Uzi cutting herself off, NOPE she would just suck it up and go by herself… just then she heard the doorbell ring.

Was she really doing this, J thought to herself, standing in front of the door saying Doorman resident's she could just go back no one would know or even care, so why is she here? Did she just want to get back at V? Khan slowly opening the door, his eyes hollowing out staring at the drone in front of him, he never felt comfortable around them but THIS ONE especially. Uzi coming to the front door after putting on her prom dress, she saw J? She's wearing a yellow thigh dress along with a black coat with an open front and what looked to be fur along the cuff and trim Uzi staring at J her visor playing a sparkle effect and a blush. J looking at her, seeing her in a black dress It fit her perfectly it was alright Khan interrupting J staring at Uzi saying “A-Are you here for the new year's party?” Khan said his visor showing beads of sweat going down it “As a matter of fact I am, and I'm here to pick up your daughter. Isn't that right Uzi~” J said Uzi, still lost in J eyes hearing her name, she responded with a “yea” only for Uzi to snap out of it realizing what she just agreed to. Khan still in shock “O-Oh okay” Khan stuttered out slowly handing Uzi over J extending her hand out for Uzi to grab who just slapped away “let's just go” Uzi grumbled out walking off with J.

J and Uzi entering the gymnasium, feeling the beat of the music N Tessa Thad and V came over Lizzy tagging along. “Uzi, so glad you could make it hey J” Thad said doing a double take upon seeing J glaring at him “hey Uzi? What is she doing here?” Thad whispered “I can hear you AND for your consideration I'm accompanying Uzi tonight” J responded in a snarky tone. Everyone But V looked shocked, Thad speaking up “Uzi blink twice if you're being force to do this” Thad whispered “No I'm not being force to do this” Uzi said J rolling her eyes. N piping up “Well I think it's nice to see you two together and not fighting” Tessa nodding “You're taking my advice about getting out more and doing less work.” Tessa said “Yep” J responded forcing a smile then a random drone called out. “HEY THAD TESSA, WE GOT THE JERRY CANS ALL SET UP COME ON DON'T CHICKEN OUT ON US NOW” cutting the awkward silence Thad and Tessa running over. “Thad challenged her to a drinking contest and well you know her, I'm going to make sure she doesn't over do it.” N said walking off waving to J and Uzi Lizzy following him, “so I'm guessing your 'work' wasn't that big of a deal? And I also see that you took my advice about 'accompanying' someone” V said, a smug grin on her face, “Advice?” Uzi asked, “Oh just that a little birdy told me that you were going to come to this event alone, and I may have let that slip out” V answered her question, “Let me guess this little birdy happened to be Lizzy?” Uzi scoffed, “even now she still wants all the detes of drama” she added, Uzi heading over to the table severing cheap ethanol “I'm going to need a drink for tonight” Uzi grumbled to herself. J following behind her grabbing Uzi's drink “For me why thank you” J said in a smug tone, Uzi glaring at her getting herself another drink as J walked off.

Uzi and J have been avoiding each other for the most part, occasionally meeting up. Uzi, mainly been hanging out with N and V, all three of them watching Thad and Tessa drinking challenge. ”Okay Tessa, you beat me I surrender,” He said Tessa letting out a hearty laugh, ”shouldn't have challenged me little man I will always win” Tessa said having a bold stance. ”Uh wow she drank like three bottles of alcohol, is she going to be okay? Isn't alcohol poisonous to humans” Lizzy asked, ”In significantly large amounts yes, but she's just going to wake up in the morning with a killer headache and regretting this” J said, ”Hey I don't regret, nothing” Tessa said, slightly sluggish N Rushing to her side ”lets just take it easy for now” N said kindly ”maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea” Tessa said leaning in to N giggling a little. V snicking to herself, V was about to say something, but the DJ making an announcement.

”SLOW DANCE STARTING IN T MINUS ONE MINUTE” Lizzy eyes lighting up ”OH come, come on V we gotta do this” Lizzy said grabbing V's hand dragging her along, V chuckling to herself ”The romantic as ever.” Tessa looking at N a blush on her face, ”Would you like to dance with me?” she asked ”sure” N responding a warm smile on his face, his tail gently wagging. As N and Tessa walked off, leaving J and Uzi with just each other, ”Sooo…” Uzi said, not really sure how to ask her god her thoughts felt fuzzy J already knowing what she was going to ask and was going to say no but looking a Tessa N and V she felt Jealous? She was fine, she was fine, she lied to herself J's eyes glancing over to Uzi, but maybe it would be okay. ”Sure” J said offing her hand, Uzi was shocked, but she took her hand, as they both walked to the dance floor Uzi looking up at J saw that she's blushing on her visor. J looking down at Uzi, saw her eyes quickly dart away looking to her left blushing, J chuckling to herself she was so cut- J cutting off that thought as they both reached the dance floor. She realized she was boxed in she couldn't get out now, J felt her core rhythm increase J slowly starting a Tango with Uzi, but she was messing up she felt sluggish no they both are sluggish ”Wow you are not good at this” Uzi whispered a smirk on her face ”Yea because you keep messing me up what did they build you with two left feet?” J whispered back Uzi glaring at her, J was starting one of her speeches about how she should count herself lucky that she would even do this with her and blah, blah, blah. GOD COULD'NT SHE JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE NIGHT, Uzi thought to herself, J face getting closer to hers. God, she just wanted her to shut up Uzi got an idea the ethanol in her systems clouding her judgment, without thinking she shot forwards and kissed her J panicking she needed to pull away, so why wasn't she? J hands pulling her in closer and Uzi left hand grabbing her head and her right hand holding her waist Uzi and J sinking into each other embrace, Uzi felt weak. After what felt like an eternity, she never wanted to end they both pulled away both of them letting out light pant's staring at each other slightly shaking Tessa interrupting their moment with a ”AWW MY BABY'S IN LOVE” both of them snapping out of the haze both of them realized what they both had just done. Looking around, everyone was staring at them, Uzi ran and J flew off breaking the roof, both of them leaving with one thought WHY DID I ENJOY IT.

#murder drones #md uzi #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #serial designation j #md j #j x uzi #juzi #murder drones j #fanfic #This was supposed to be a minfic but here we are

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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The Insincerity of the Stars

[Chapter 14] Empty Promises

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader

Pity. You feel pity for yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror. Nothing in your life seems to go right anymore. Only area you’re thriving in is your work area. Other than that, it feels like you’re screwed.

The only friend you have left is a co-worker because you clearly can’t be friends with Shoko anymore. Not after she sent that photo to Suguru. Your love life is in shambles. Your potential love interest broke up with you because he didn’t see a future in your relationship. Your work with your ex-boyfriend too.

Life can’t seem to give you a break and you’re tired. You’re exhausted. You just want to shut your eyes and open them when it’s all over. But it seems endless. You know it’s not coming to an end any time soon.

“Hey.” There’s a knock on your open door. You look up from the papers in front of you and at the man that stands in your doorway. Lately Suguru has been tolerable. Maybe he’s become self-aware.

“What’s up?” You question and he walks into the office to take a seat across from you. Just by the looks of it, you doubt that this will be about work. But at this point you’ve given up arguing with him. You’ll just listen and hum to whatever he has to say.

“Have you heard from Shoko?” He asks and you shake your head. A month after your hookup with her, you’ve remained contactless. She has tried to contact you, but you’ve shut her down. It almost breaks your heart to see such a good friendship go down the drain.

“I haven’t. Why?” You shake your head and he shrugs while a sigh leaves his lips. He’s about to stand up to leave, but he’s caught your attention. “What happened, Getou?”

“I just want to make up with her. She keeps ignoring my calls.” He answers. You’re rather interested in their friendship. Probably because destiny made you friends with Shoko after you left Suguru. You wish you could give him some sort of advice because part of you feels bad over ruining their friendship.

“Hmm… I wish I could help, Getou. I really do. Last time you apologized over dinner didn’t work, so I don’t know what else you can do.” You tell him, and yet another sigh leaves his lips. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for bothering you.” He says in that town that has always made your heart ache. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you watch him walk away. You shut your eyes and bite down on your tongue for a second before doing something that you’ll surely regret in the future.

“I can-” You begin, which makes him stop in his tracks. He turns to look at you. “Are you free tonight? I have yet to talk to Shoko about everything that has happened so maybe we can both meet her somewhere and we can both talk to her.”

“Would you really do that?” He asks and you nod in response, “Thank you so much.”

“Alright, I’ll text her. Tonight at eight. I’ll text you the address.” You say and he nods in response. He shoots a smile in your direction before walking out of the office. He makes sure to close the door.

“What the hell am I doing?” You mutter the moment you hear the door shut. “I’ve lost my fucking mind.”

The moment the clock strikes eight, you’re seated inside a bar sipping on a martini. You wait on both Shoko and Suguru. You aren’t impatient for them to come because right now the ambience is enjoyable, and you know that’ll change the moment they both get here. You aren’t ready yet for what’s to come.

Although you thought that they were back to being friends, you were clearly wrong. Shoko still hates him just as much. Suguru seems heartbroken over all of this, and while at some point you wanted him to feel just as sorrowful as you were, now you want anything for that. You loved Suguru so fucking much, and that kind of love doesn’t disappear overnight. As much as he’s hurt you, you’re always going to have a soft spot for him. As much as you hate it.

“Been here for long?” You hear his voice which makes you look up at him. He wears a dark purple button up shirt with black slacks. He puts down a glass of whiskey on the table before he takes a seat.

“Not really. Just got here.” You answer. He takes a sip of his drink before looking around the place. Suguru knows that Shoko wouldn’t dare to be one minute late to meetup with you. She’s either caught up in traffic or dead. Or maybe she’s just not showing up, which Suguru doubts.

“Did Shoko answer?” Suguru asks and you hum in response. She told you that she’ll show up. You doubt that Shoko would lie to you which is why you sit across from Suguru. “So-”

“She’s probably caught up in traffic.” You cut him off and he hums in response. You weren’t impatient before but now that Suguru sits across from you, you can’t help but bounce your leg as you wait. You don’t feel so comfortable being alone with him outside of the workplace. You feel as if you’ll mess up at any given time.

“Probably. Surprising that she isn’t on time.” Suguru says, and you furrow your eyebrows and squint your eyes as you try to figure out what he means. Shoko isn’t known to be very punctual.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“Well, Shoko deeply cares about you so she’ll come here as soon as she can.” Suguru responds. “Surprised you haven’t noticed.”

“Noticed what?” You ask. Maybe the few sips of the drink are having some sort of effect– Which is impossible, but you can’t seem to figure out anyone today.

“That she’s in love with you.” Suguru spills and you burst into a fit of laughter at his claim. That’s by far the most absurd thing that someone has ever said. Shoko isn’t in love with you. “I’m serious.”

“You’re insane!” You continue laughing. “She isn’t-”

“She didn’t sleep with you just because. I don’t know what it was for you but for her it wasn’t a mistake.” His tone is serious which makes your laughter die down. “Under the picture she sent she told me she won. She thinks she has you wrapped around her finger. I don’t know why she sees it as a competition, but she does.”

“You’re just spewing shit, Getou. She’s definitely not in love with me.” Your goofy tone fades and is replaced by a much more serious one. Maybe because you know that he’s right.

The night you hooked up with Shoko some part of you knew that she wasn’t looking for a rebound. But you convinced yourself that she was because there’s no possible way that your best friend was in love with you.“If hearing the truth bothers you then I’ll shut my mouth.” He tells you and instead of telling him anything, you take a sip of your drink. You both sit in silence for a moment before he speaks again, “What happened to your date? The one you took to the wedding.”

“Things didn’t work out.” You comment, not offering any sort of explanation. There’s no point in letting him know why your relationship didn’t work out, he’d just use it against you one way or another. It’s not like Suguru has to know. You’re not friends.

“Oh? Why?” He asks, and you click your tongue. You cross your arms and give him a nasty look.

“Just know he isn’t a mommy’s boy like a certain someone I dated.” You say, making a chuckle come from his lips. You don’t find the humor in your comment.

“Hmm… Like who?” He questions which makes you roll your eyes. You continue sipping your drink in silence.

“I wonder where she is?” You ask when you look at the time. Suguru taps his fingers on the table, knowing that he can’t imply anything without you getting mad.

“For the record I think your date is a total jackass for not staying with you.” Suguru brings up out of the blue and you raise your eyebrow. Maybe he just wants to change the subject because talking about Shoko won’t make her appear any faster.

“Aren’t you my ex-boyfriend?” You can’t help but giggle.

“Last time I checked, you broke up with me, not the other way around. If it were up to me, I’d never let you go.” He says and you begin to think that maybe this isn’t a great idea. Maybe you should stand up and leave immediately so nothing happens, but you’re glued to your seat.

“Hmm… You talk so much for a man that broke off his engagement with me for no reason at all.” You respond, and he reaches over to take your hands into his.

“Give me a chance and I’ll give you the world, I promise.” Yet another meaningless promise.

“Suguru, where are we going?” You question as you follow him. He guides you, your eyes blindfolded. You can’t tell where you’re at, you just feel a cool breeze brush against your skin. He remains quiet, yet you don’t worry about it because you trust him with your life. “Baby, please tell me.”

“I love hearing you beg, do it more.” You hear him chuckle. And you plead, yet he doesn’t say anything. He won’t ruin the surprise just because you’re impatient. “I still won’t tell you, honey.”

After some more walking, he takes off the blindfold from your eyes. You get adjusted to the light and smile as you look at the table that’s setup on the rooftop of your building– He was making you walk in circles. Jackass.

Yet you can’t be too mad at him because it’s very thought out. You look at him, a smile on your face. “I love it, baby.”

“I knew you would.” He smiles as you wrap your arms around his neck. You peck his lips repeatedly and when you pull away, you begin to walk to your seat. You’re sure he’s walking to the table too, yet when you turn around, he’s still standing at the same place.

“I won’t eat dinner properly if I don’t do this now.” He says, taking a few steps towards you. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s talking about. Until he kneels down, pulling out the velvety black box from his pocket.

“Suguru…” The tears well up in your eyes. You’ve been talking about marriage but you didn’t think he’d actually do it.

“I promise to make you the happiest woman alive if you become my wife. I’ll give you the world.”

“I can’t believe your promises.” You tell him.

“I will make sure to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Just stay by my side.” He continues, completely ignoring your words. You listen. Like a fool. “I’m sorry.”

“Shoko should be here at any time.” You try to change the subject since you’re feeling weak with his words.

“Everything. Just ask for it and I’ll get it.” Suguru pushes the subject, and your breath gets caught up in your chest.

“They’re just empty promises, Suguru. Stop.” You reply. He doesn’t seem to get the message. Or he simply doesn’t care enough about it.

“Anything, my love. Anything.” You’re an idiot. You’re a complete and utter fool because he called you his love. Suguru really doesn’t have to try. He never has.

“I’ve never really cared about empty promises anyway.” You mutter, but he hears it.

He smirks.

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outsideratheart · 2 years

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First Dates & Ferris Wheels (Aitana Bonmati x reader)

A/N: A little sequel to Reunited

The life of a professional footballer was hectic at times. Finding a time when both yours and Aitana’s schedule lined up proved to be difficult but after 2 months you finally had the same two days off. Since that night in Madrid you spoke to her every day but the only way to see her was over face time.

Once Aitana knew the days you had off she went into planning mode but refused to tell you a thing. She told you which train you should get and that she would pick you up from the station. All you knew was that the date was taking place in Barcelona which you didn’t mind at all. The city held happy memories, you would go with Aitana and her family to Barcelona matches on the weekend as it was a 45 minute drive from Sant Pere de Ribes.

The train from Madrid to Barcelona took almost three hours so you got yourself comfy, ready for the journey. What you didn’t bank on was seeing three familiar faces enter the carriage.

“What a coincidence” Lola says jokingly as she sits opposite you with Carmen next to her and V sitting next to you.

You didn’t find it funny in the slightest. All you wanted was a couple of days with Aitana, now it was a team trip. Your face was like stone and the three of them soon picked up on your annoyance.

“You don’t look happy to see us” V says.

“That’s because I’m not. You asked me what I was doing on my days off, I told you I was going to see Aitana alone. How did you find out, let alone the train I would be on?” You ask.

You see the three of them look at each other, as if mentally drawing straws to see who tells.

“Aitana told us” Lola says rather quietly.

This was a lie. You and Aitana both talked about how you wanted to spend this time together, just the two of you, so you both agreed that your plans would be kept secret.

“Try again” you stare at the keeper and she breaks immediately.

“We did ask Aitana but she wouldn’t tell us” Lola admits.

“So we asked Jenni to pry it out of Alexia because we knew that Aitana would go to her for advice”

“So correct me if I am wrong. You asked me, I told you no. You then asked Aitana who had the same response. At this point, instead of accepting that we didn’t want you to know, you coerced the information out of someone Aitana trusted”

All three of your teammates find themselves at a loss for words and the look on your face lets them know that they have crossed the line.

“We’re so—“

“I don’t want to hear it. I best not see you over the next two days. I have been waiting for this day for a very long time and I wont let you guys spoil it, do we have an agreement?”

“Yes” Lola says

“Sorry” Carmen apologies.

“We promise” Virginia tells you.

The rest of the train journey you refuse to talk to them. Instead you read your book just like you had planned to do before you got ambushed.

***************

After what might be the longest 2 hours and 45 minutes of your life you arrive in Barcelona. Even as you disembark the train you give your friends the the silent treatment.

Waiting near the platform is Aitana, a caring smile on her face which soon drops when she sees that you aren’t alone. Insecurities grow within her when she begins to think why you would bring them when she made it obvious she wanted you and only you.

“Ignore them. It’s me and you” you say as you pull her into your arms, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

The affection you show calms her.

“Let’s go” She says as she leads you out to her car.

The short car journey is spent singing along to the radio. Aitana hands rests comfortably on your thigh as she drives. Every so often you would look over at her, finding her concentrating face adorable.

“We’re here” Aitana parks the car.

Looking up you read the sign.

Tibado Amusement Park

You cannot help but feel nostalgic. Ever summer the two of you would come here and spend the day going on ride after ride then trying, and failing, to win the biggest prizes.

“We have made so many memories, ready to make more?” Aitana asks as she holds out her hand.

The feeling in your gut is familiar yet foreign at the same time. Many things had changed since you were last here yet the look of excitement on your best friends face is same as it was all those years ago. You are frozen on the spot as the moment consumes you.

“Do you not like it?” Aitana worries as you don’t take her hand and the look on your face is unreadable.

“Sorry, too caught up in the past” you grab her hand.

“Don’t worry. I have spent a lot a time there too” Aitana reassures you.

Although she would never admit it, Aitana lost sleep over planning your first date. Patri had made a snide comment saying that just because young Y/N liked young Aitana didn’t mean that older you would feel the same. The words were stuck on repeat in the midfielder’s head ever since but as you held her hand she felt the same spark she felt a couple of months ago and the grin on your face lets her know you feel it too.

You spend the first part of the day going on as many rollercoasters as you could. The adrenaline you felt when you got off failed in comparison to the butterflies that Aitana gave you.

Then the two of you went to the games area where unlike your childhood you actually managed to win a huge teddy on one of the ball games. Just like in the movies you give the prize to your date. You are about to leave the stall when you see a young girl trying to win a similar prize. When she fails and her mother tells her that all the money is gone, she begins crying.

“Hola! You can have mine” Aitana says as she gives her the bear.

The interaction touches your heart. The girl’s mother thanks Aitana profusely whilst the little girl hugs her as a thank you.

“What are you looking at?” Aitana catches you staring but you don't mind.

“You” your reply is simple and honest.

Aitana dips her head with embarrassment as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“And the fact that you just gave away something I spent 5 years trying to win you when we were younger”

“Win me?” Aitana is shocked at your confession.

“Of course, I wanted to win a prize so that I can give it to prettiest girl I knew”

“That teddy bear has nothing on the prize I am taking home” Aitana says rather confidently.

“Oh, are you going to try and win that huge spider-man, you know they are impossible to win” you say jokingly.

Aitana slaps your arm at your silliness.

“Idiota! I mean you”

You wrap your arm around her shoulder as you begin walking to the next stop on your date.

“I am a pretty great prize” your voice thick with smugness.

The next ride had to be your favourite. The Ferris wheel. Yes, it was boring but you loved that it only enough room for two people. It was intimate but in an innocent way.

“Nice you see this is still your favourite. I swear you are the only person I know that comes to an amusement park and their favourite ride is the slowest” Aitana says as she can feel the excitement radiating off you.

You are stood behind Aitana with your arms wrapped around her neck, resting them on her chest. She in turn places her hands on top of yours.

“Want to know a secret? Why it is my favourite?” Aitana nods her head.

“It was the closest I got to you when we were younger. You would sit as close to me as you could because you hated the height. I got to hold you and I didn’t have to explain the reason why it felt so good. You would wrap your arms around me and rest your head on my shoulder, I still remember the scent of your citrus shampoo. It was a moment where I felt the most peace and I would look forward to it every year”

Aitana turns to looks at you. Shyness isn’t something you feel very often but after admitting a childhood secret, you are overcome with it.

“I’m not scared of heights, never was. I just wanted you to hold me”

You don’t have the chance to respond to Aitana’s confession as you the two of you are ushered onto the ferris wheel and as if no time has passed the Barcelona player sits as close to you as possible while you hold her. Although the action is familiar, the feeling in your gut is new. There was no secret motive to having each other close, you were both doing it because you wanted to.

“I’m really happy that I have you back in my life” Aitana says out of the blue.

When you look down at her you see that she is looking out at the amusement park that is becoming more and more like a miniature model with every minute that passes.

“What if we have changed? The history we had was amazing but what if too much time has past?” This thought has been running through your head since Lola made a comment a few weeks ago at training. You had annoyed her and she retaliated by questioning what kind of future you and Aitana could have if you lived in the past.

Your question gets Aitana’s attention as she abandons her admiration of the view and is now looking at you trying to figure out where this was coming from. Had you not enjoyed the date? Were you having second thoughts? Her insecurities from earlier return tenfold but the longer she thinks about it, the more she realises that you didn’t mean ill by your words.

“Someone said something didn’t they?” You nod your head “who?”

“Lola” your voice is quiet and your look shifts to the floor of the carriage as doubt settles in.

Aitana is infuriated. Why would Lola say something like that?

As if reading her mind you are quick to come to your team mates defence.

“I don’t think she meant it maliciously. I guess a part of me was already thinking it and then her words didn’t help”

Aitana agrees with you, knowing that Lola is harmless. She has seen over the past couple of months just how close the two of you are.

She turns, now fully facing you. You grab her legs putting them across your lap hoping that it is a comfier position given the small enclosure you are in.

“Our past is what made us. Some of my happiest memories are with you when we were young and I like talking about them, especially with you” Aitana wraps her arms around your neck, interlocking her hands as her thumbs play with your baby hairs “We have changed but the way I feel about you hasn’t. I love our past but I love the thought of having a future with you more”

You look at Aitana as if she hung the stars. What you must have done in your past life to have her in this one, you could never know but you were grateful for it. Your gaze remains on the woman in front of you and it is as if you have forgotten how to talk, that is the effect Aitana Bonmati has on you, in this moment more than ever before.

The concept of time is moot as the two of you sit there, neither speaking or moving. That is until the ride comes to a stop and you have to get out.

Much like before, Aitana grabs your hand as she begins leading you to the next part of your date but you don’t move. You pull aitana back towards you as you crash your lips in hers, what starts as gentle soon turns passionate as you both put all of your feelings into the kiss, only parting when oxygen becomes an issue.

The woman you have just kissed is about to speak when she is cut off by a familiar voice, one that you don’t need to see the owner of in order to know who it is.

“Fancy seeing you here” Jenni jokes

The euphoria that is consuming you soon perishes.

Aitana smile fades as the voices come closer to you.

“That was some kiss” Lola teases you.

Still, your back faces the group of girls.

“Y/N” Carmen says barely a whisper.

Her innocent tone gets your attention and as you look at her you can see the guilt on her face.

“What are you doing here?” Aitana asks your friends a lot nicely that you would of.

“We were bored and heard this was a good place to visit” Jenni says.

Aitana begins telling her friends about the day you two have had. Her kindness is one of the things you liked most about her but in the moment you didn’t care for it. The Barcelona girls begin talking as if nothing is wrong but your team mates look at you waiting for you to talk. They thought it would be funny to surprise you but now they regretted the decision.

“Nice to see your promises hold no meaning” you tell your best friend.

You see V swallow deeply when she realises just how mad you are.

“We both made it clear that we wanted to spend the day alone, just the two of us yet here you are going against our wishes like our wants mean nothing” your voice holds no emotion.

“Y/N, we—“

You ignore Alexia. In a way you were disappointed in her most, you thought she would understand your need for privacy. It was something you both had in common.

“I don’t want to hear it” you tell the captain.

Aitana squeezes your hand getting your attention “let’s continue this somewhere else”

Too frustrated to talk, you only nod your head as you follow Aitana to the exit of the amusement park.

Your team mates stand there not knowing what to do. Whilst they knew it was a risk interrupting your date they didn’t think you would react like you did.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea” Jenni says.

“No shit” Alexia replies.

***************

Aitana drives you to her apartment. The two of you don’t speak but it is comfortable silence.

The Barcelona midfielder leads you into her living room. She takes a seat of her sofa hoping you would follow in suit, only you don’t. Instead you stare out of her window and at the busy streets of Barcelona.

“I’m sorry they ruined our date” you apologise even though it isn’t your place to do so.

You didn’t try to hide your disappointment. You knew that Aitana put a lot of thought into your date and it had gotten cut short.

“It isn’t ruined, just altered. The end is same though, I have you in my apartment”

You cannot help but laugh at Aitana’s bashfulness.

“Is that so?”

Aitana nods as she pulls the hem of your t-shirt, leading you back to the sofa. She lets herself fall as you hover over her.

When she reaches up to kiss you, you waste no time in deepening the kiss. Your hands begin roaming her body when there is a knock at the door but have no interest it stopping but then a second knock follows.

Aitana caves before you as she gets in to answer the door.

She only opens it slightly given the she didn’t want whoever was on the other side to come in. You hear whispers then Aitana turns to look at you.

“You have got to be kidding me. I thought I made it clear at Tibado” you were more frustrated now than you were at the amusement park given what was happening minutes ago.

“Tell her we brought pizza” Carmen whispers.

“They brought pizza” Aitana does as she is told.

Now you wouldn’t say you could easily be bribed but your team mates knew you well. If they wanted something from you in the morning, they would bring you coffee and if it was in the evening, they would bring you food.

“Double pepperoni with stuffed crust?” You ask as you rest you chin on Aitana shoulder, inspecting the pizza boxes.

Carmen nods and it is only then to you realise is alone.

“They sent you” the atleti defender nods.

“They are down the hall aren’t they” again Carmen nods.

You take the pizza from her as you close the door.

Aitana is shocked but when she sees you with wicked grin on your face she opens the door again telling Carmen to come in as she shouts for the others.

Your team mates enter, more takeout boxes in hand. Each apologising to you and Aitana as they enter.

After ten minutes or so all is forgiven and everyone had split of into their own conversations.

“Have you completed your checklist?” Alexia asks Aitana.

She shakes her head “One thing left”

“Why haven’t you asked her?”

“What if she leaves again? Our friendship didn’t last before, what makes you think our relationship will?” Aitana watches as you laugh at some Jenni is telling you.

“Y/N isn’t going anywhere” Lola pipes in “She is signing at 4 year extension on Monday”

“See, she came back to you once, she won’t leave again”

Aitana just nods in agreement.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room you watch Aitana as she talks to Lola and Alexia. Although the day hasn’t gone as expected, it would still go down as a pretty good day.

“You’re day dreaming” Virginia says.

You can only smile “I’m not dreaming”

“So, have you asked her yet?”

You shake your head.

“What are you waiting for? To be separated for another ten years?” V pokes your side.

“I would have done it earlier but we were interrupted by my promise breaking best friend”

V holds her hands up in defeat.

“How about I get everyone out of here, would that make up for it?” V suggests.

“It’s a start”

Without saying another word, V goes over to Carmen who manages to gather the group as they leave. So V’s way of making it up to you was getting Carmen to persuade everyone to leave, typical.

Now you have Aitana all to yourself, for how long, god only knew.

“I—“ you both says at the same time.

“You first” again you speak in unison.

“You planned today, you go first” you insist.

The look on Aitana’s face told you she was nervous for whatever she was about to say. You take her hand in yours as you sit down.

“Y/N” Her voice is quiet, almost like she is scared.

“T” you call her by her nickname hoping that would bring her some comfort and when you see her smile you consider your mission successful.

“I know we have only be on one date and you have only just come back into my life but I don’t want to waste anymore time. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I would love nothing more”

Much to your surprise, Aitana lets out a huge sigh of relief, how could she ever think you would say no.

You kiss her gently “Want to want a movie?”

“How about we pick up where we left off, you know before we were rudely interrupted” Aitana raises her eyebrows playfully.

“Even better” the eagerness in your voice is evident.

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alitgblog · 2 months

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volume V thoughts bc once again fusebox has got me intrigued

first of all omg wtf

I usually end up reading a few spoilers before I play bc I'm bored at work but don't wanna play the volume until I get back but I had such a busy day at work I didn't do that and wow ok I gotta avoid spoilers more often I was shook

so excess baggage was okay. like yeah makes sense we want the couples to be tense again before voting the couple superlatives thing, but also such a throwaway. (and also I talked about this in my post about last volume, but we have so many challenges in a row!! why)

since my MC did initially flirt with Oakley a lot more than Jin, I do think it's funny Oakley talks about how cool MC's secret is (like it's annoying fs but also something I've seen happen on love island to create small drama but then ultimately it's just talk so it's nice to have that happen here).

Also i was worried Oakley was gonna turn on us or flirt with us and abandon Emel, so I'm very glad he was just asking for advice. (I'm a big Oakley and Emel fan, what can I say?) I'd be okay if that led into a different storyline where you could pursue Oakley later, but with how fusebox has been making the seasons lately, once you pick you've made your choice and I do miss in for example s2 where even if you don't pick Lurik when they first become available you have a chance the next recoupling and it feels like it changes your route.

Jack is still mad at MC??

Couples game was fun. I wish fusebox formatted it so you discuss with your partner and then make a choice before everyone revealed their answers instead of people talking and explaining before the player picks their answer. Like we know the characters already, just let me pick and we can see who agrees.

Oakley's evening wear outfit 😍 best dressed boy fs

I of course could never bear to see Oakley and Emel go, but I surprisingly actually missed Sophie and Jack as soon as they left but like in a me missing Allegra and Miles/Jasper when they left. Like yeah they were irritating but they brought drama and I understand where Allegra/Sophie is coming from (and I support women's wrongs lol)

Jin going through his main character of S6 arc??? No but fr I can't imagine why the public would vote him out so he's either hiding something that's gonna come out when he gets back or he was voted most popular and is gonna come back soon. I hope it's not casa because (1) that already happened in s6 and (2) I want the chance to flirt around with new characters in casa lol. I've seen a few theories around and I have no idea which is true but if I could throw in another idea which is post casa, MC is finally with a bombshell, Claudia/Theo, or a casa boy and things seem good but Jin and Luna show up together as returning islanders and MC has to choose between Jin and her current LI.

It's so interesting for drama, like ik I'm here for it. But a lot of people like loyal routes so I hope yall are doing okay

I was like half hoping we could walk out with him even though of course fusebox isn't giving us that option but like I wish he said something like hey you just got here, enjoy your time at the Villa and I'll wait out there for you no matter what happens. just to explain why MC wouldn't leave. that being said, their goodbye was so sweet.

One thing that's different in the game than the show is the number of islanders present at once, which makes sense its hard to keep track of all of them (though they've done it before in s2), and it just is weird bc now the people in the Villa are MC (single), Claudia and Theo (who don't like each other), and Emel and Oakley (only one couple).

despite my complaint about the challenge thing this is great pacing/timing for a new islander. it's just a shame the screwed over Tyler coming in so soon after MC. I can't remember if I already wrote this in my last post but I almost wish he came in with MC and got a better chance.

#litg #litg s8 #rambling

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Yeye! That’s totally fair! I’m learning more and more about all the papas and starting to slowly get a hang of all their personalities and what they’re like, etc. (I’m fairly new to ghost) The ghouls are all so cuteeee i love dew too! Dew and swiss are the cuties <3

Heheheh yesss he’d have so many lectures for his son that would be so embarrassing but as a result i like to think that his kids turn out to be a real charmer + gentleman as well. I can just imagine Secondo threatening any of his daughter’s future partners, he’s definitely the type to worry after her and be a little *too* nosy.

Im gonna combine the last ask about the penpals <3

Yessss getting to know each other through letters, and you become the one person Secondo feels like he can talk to honestly, who is just as hyped about his passions, who gives advice that he doesn’t know how to ask anyone else.

And aww yeah his brothers would tease the heck outta him, but eventually he manages to get himself to talk to you, and you– who doesn’t know who he is yet, at first is very scared as to why papa is suddenly talking to you. You’re nothing special, you’re just another sibling of sin.

You mention this in your next letter to your secret penpal and Secondo reads it and is like,,, blown away by how you think you’re not special. He then proceeds to write a whole essay about the things he thinks make you special and tells you to give yourself more credit– to be more confident.

He ends the letter by telling you he adores you for the first time; and from this point your letters begin to become romantic and flirty and cute and the two of you hang onto each and every word you write to each other.

(also!! I posted the work! I also tagged you <3 i might still come into your inbox as love letter tho since its not my main blog and i dont think i can send asks through my sideblog? ;v; (i can also just reblog and respond directly on my sideblog, let me know if you have a preference?)

-loveletter <3 (earthry)

Imagine!!! He comes up to you in his paint and robes and you're honestly terrified, whole heartedly believing you're in trouble. I mean why else would a Papa come gliding (I hc that they look like they're gliding when they walk in their robes, especially Secondo, for some reason) up to you in full Papal regalia, if not to give you the scolding of a life time?

But instead he speaks in a low, husky voice. He asks for your name, what you think of... the weather? It's almost a little silly. But what else can he say to someone so lovely, and under such unique circumstances?

He runs your ribbon through his fingers before he bids you farewell, leaving you breathless. Your friends giggle and whisper in delight, preening you as you blush.

Like you said, you unknowingly tell him about it that night, about his odd behavior, about how breathtaking he was, in appearance and intimidation, and he laughs, but then, he doesn't. Because like you said, you're speaking so coldly about yourself.

He strokes the paper softly with his thumb, imagining your cheek, and resolves to write, in sweeping calligraphy, of the beauty of your soul; how this mystery correspondent would know you anywhere... anywhere. And that someday soon... they might.

The next time he sees you, you pass like planets, orbiting, turning around one another, stopping on the opposites sides of the way you came, like a waltz, and you know it's him without knowing how. He catches your ribbon again.

"... Un bel nastro…... devi essere profondamente adorato…"

#idk c:#hiii

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Our secret

Chapter 6

Word count:4420

Warnings!!!! 18+ ,p n v ,hand job .

As soon as I arrive home I went into the shower I wanted to be clean and smelling good for Dani this was the first time we were gonna be alone after months ,I mean I did shower before but not like everyday but now since I met Dani I shower every freaking day and put so much cologne on and I do it just for her .

I wonder if she noticed the new cologne I had gotten just for her ?

Uncle Wayne will make fun of me and ask me who was the lucky girl who got me to shower every day. It was so hilarious to him but not to me he better not mention that to Dani whenever she meets him.

Will she ever meet him?

When I got out of the shower I

I wrapped the towel around my waist. I went to my room and to my closet to decide what to wear for tonight. I didn't like anything. I never cared what I wore. I never even went on a date with a girl well if a one night stand counts but other than that never .

What the fuck do I wear ?

Was this a date ?

I was nervous as fuck .

What if it wasn’t a date ?She did say she wanted to talk alone in her apartment, just her and I ..

What could that mean ?I asked myself

That she wanted to talk without being caught ..I answer my own question .

Everything was driving me crazy .. I really need advice from a girl. I need a girl best friend. Well, I did have one but It didn't end up good.

But story for another time .

Ok ,ok Eddie chill everything is fine .We are just gonna talk, nothing else .

I decided to go with black jeans not ripped with a black Led Zeppelin shirt and my usual leather jacket and jean vest .

I sprayed some cologne on me that uncle Wayne had given me for Christmas. I never really used it, never had any occasion for it. I just started using it when I met Dani.I looked at the time and it was barely 7:00 .

Damn It's still too early ,I sat down in my bed putting the address on my phone's GPS. Her apartment was by Family video apparently new apts/lofts that were built a year ago .

I always pass by them on my way home from School .

I grabbed my keys and decided to stop at the store to buy Dani some flowers then headed back home . When I saw that it was 7:50pm I checked that I had everything in my pocket and my wallet .I glanced at the box of condoms on my side table and was undecided if I should put one on my wallet but like I said we are just talking and that's all .

So I hesitated looking at the box of condoms then at my wallet but decided against it .

I walked out of my room then I heard some slight knocking on the door barely hearable .

Fuck I wonder who it is ?And they decided to come when I'm about to leave .

I open the door to see Chrissy standing on the front doorstep .

"Chrissy ?"

"Eddie can we talk ?" Chrissy what fuck were you doing here? I thought we were done with that stupid deal we had. That's what I wanted to tell her but I didn't have the heart .

"Chrissy, this is a bad time. I'm about to head out ,can we leave this for another time ?" I told her in the most polite way I really wanted to leave and be with Dani already .

I don't know why I agreed with Chrissy on this fake relationship. It's not like I still like her. Part of me probably did it to make Dani jealous and it works now. I'm going to her house to talk about us. I think maybe I don't know, hopefully it was about us .

"I just want to tell you something fast ." She says softly, getting me out of my thoughts .

Jesus fucking Christ Chrissy !!I said in my head forgetting she was standing in front of me .

Dani does this shit to me thinking about her makes me forget about everything else. I'm 💯 percent sure she put some kind of spell on me cause I have never been this idiotic for a girl .

"Yeah sure what is it ?"I say closing the door behind me and stepping into the small porch

"I know we agreed this was only gonna be for two weeks but I was wondering if we could extend it to another week ?"

"Jesus Christ Chrissy I don't know about that ,I-im actually going to go meet the girl I like, remember I told you about her ." I scratch the back of my neck while telling her

"Oh ok,and yes I do ,all I'm asking for is one week please Eddie ." Chrissy ask in the most sweetest way and you know me can't say no

"Ok just one week Chrissy and I'm sorry I have to go ." I get the keys out of my jacket and head to my van.leaving Chrissy standing on my front porch.

I got in my van and watch chrissy walk towards her car and drive away .On my way to Dani's I was practicing what to say to her when I saw her but everything sounded so stupid .and I look stupid talking to myself and smiling at nothing .if people thought I was weird now they had something to talk about .

I arrived at Dani's apartment just in time, well 8:10 pm. The nerves were killing me already. My hands started to get sweaty. I felt like I was inside a sauna ,maybe it was just me or probably I was having a panic attack.I took my seat belt off and reached over the roses I had gotten for Dani.

I decided to park the farthest away from her apartment building in case someone recognizes my van .We wouldn't want no one recognizing my van because we all know that everyone knows my van.

I stayed inside for a while . I wanted to smoke a joint to relax but I also wanted to be in my 5 senses while talking to her. Maybe just one won't kill me, maybe it won't make me act stupid ,maybe it is not a good idea she didn't know I did that I would rather keep it like that .

A black BMW parked next to me and right away I recognized the car as Dani's . A big stupid smile grew on my face .

Why was I smiling like an idiot ?

Jesus Christ I hated this part of me. It made me seem weak. She made me weak .

Jesus Christ !!

But wait a minute ,why would she park all the way over here if her building was up ahead .

She lowered down the window and smiled at me. She looks beautiful like always. I don't know why but I blushed so hard when she smiled at me I tried to keep my cool .In reality I was dying from the inside .

She put the window up again and turned her car off and got down .

I turned off my van and got down trying my best not to be nervous but somehow nothing would help now even seeing Dani in that skirt I got so used to seeing her with her normal school clothes .

Right now there's different images running through my perverted brain of mine of the things I would do to her .

My fucking dick was betraying me right now .I felt so embarrassed of myself I never got like these for a girl and just by looking at her it Gets me hard .

Jesus Christ, relax your strong Eddie .

I fixed my boner up my waistline and fixed my pants before following Dani to her apartment .

"Eddie you coming?" She ask

"Eddie ?"

"Isn't that your name ?" She ask teasingly

"Yeah but I was so used to Edward ."

" Would you rather me call you Edward ?" She ask

"I mean I don't know ." I scratch the back of my head nervously I was blushing like an idiot

"We'll come on ." Dani says and I follow her like a duck following the mom.

I watched her walk in front of me. I don't know if she was doing it on purpose but she was moving her hips in the sexiest way and that wasn't helping me either with the big boner I had at the moment and especially walking with it .

"Can you help me with these?" She asks handing me two groceries bags

I grab them and follow her to her apartment and to my surprise her apartment is upstairs now I have to watch her walk upstairs with that tiny skirt she is wearing.

While going up the stairs I kept my face down not trying to look up her skirt. I'm trying to be respectful as possible .I'm a gentleman, I keep telling myself .

We stop at the first door to our right. She takes her keys out and opens the door to her apartment .

She walks in first and I follow her. She has a pretty cozy apartment.

As you walk-in you walk into the kitchen and the living room. I raised my brow when I saw the Christmas tree already up and it's the last week of October .

"Christmas tree?" I ask her

"Yeah, that makes me happy ." She smiles

I close the door behind me then go set the bags down in her counter

"Hey there ." She says reclining in the counter

"Hey ,I-I've been thinking about you a lot lately ." I tell her

"You have ?" She smiles .

"Yup."i saying popping the P

"Do you want something to drink ?" She ask grabbing a beer from the fridge

"You ,Miss.Henderson is offering me a beer?" I say playfully

"Just grab it Munson ." She says handing me the beer .

"So we are back to last names ?" I tease her

"Oh shut up ." She laughs.Her laugh Jesus Christ I love her laugh.

I watch her go sit on the sofa and take a sip of her beer. She turns to look at me and signals for me to go sit next to her .

Like an idiot I go following her instructions .

I sat down next to her slouching back on the couch .

"Eddie?"

"Yeah ."

"How does it feel when we are together?" She ask

It feels fucking amazing i feel like the happiest man in the world ive never felt like these for anyone that's what I wanted to say but I didn't because I was afraid to scare her away .

"Good, it feels right ." I reply

She looks at me and gives me a weak smile and opens her mouth but then closes it again.

She bites her bottom lip and reclines back into the sofa putting her hands over her face ,she takes her beanie off and throws it on the coffee table. She seemed frustrated, like something was bothering her. I wanted to ask her what was wrong.

She takes her hands from her face and turns to look at me .

"I want to be with you ,I want to hang out at The hideout ,introduce you to my friends ,share a milkshake in a diner like everyone else ,b-but I don't know if w-we could ever Do that !!" She tells me I felt a smile growing in my face and she was right we couldn't do that and it made me feel like shit cause I wanted to show her off to everyone.

I sit up straight and grab both of her hands in mine and look at her.

"Eddie, when I'm With you I don't care about anyone else ." She chuckles

What was she trying to tell me? Did she want this? Was she gonna risk her job to be with me?

"So are you talking yourself into this or out of it ?" I can't believe I repeated myself I was nervous

"Umm yes umm no umm maybe !!." She says

"So what does it mean ?" I ask

She leans closer to me, putting her hand on my chest.

"Look We are here now and it is just the two of us and it feels good so let's not care together ." She says before pressing her lips on mine

She pulls away and rests her forehead on mine.

"This is so wrong but it feels so right ." She whispers and presses her lips back on mine again but this time the kiss was more hungry. Her hands wrapped around my neck and my hands wrapped around her waist and she pushes me back to the sofa and places her knees on both sides of my thighs .

She was on top of me straddling me ,shit !and I was getting hard. I was afraid she was gonna feel it .

She pulls away from the kiss and stands up adjusting her skirt and walks towards the kitchen counter .

"Are you hungry ?" Is she fucking serious!!! she just fucking stood up like nothing happen and ask me if I was hungry .No fucking shit she is not leaving me like this after she was the one that started .

I don't reply back but I walk towards her while she is getting the food out of the plastic bag .

"Dani ." I said in a low voice she immediately turned around and I picked her up from the waist and carried her to her room. I was guessing it was the room because it was the only room in the apartment .

Our lips crashed again hungrily I grabbed her by her ass so she wouldn't fall off .

"Where's the bed ?" I ask while still

Kissing her.

She signals me with her hand and I lay her down slowly and I crawl on top of her pressing my lips back onto hers .

Her hands go down to my pants fighting to unbuckled them so I help her by taking them off and sending them flying somewhere in her room .

The chains on my jeans crashed when it hit the ground .

I was left with my boxers and my shirt and jacket.

I took off my jacket and jean vest and threw it in the ground as well .

Dani pulls the hem of my shirt and I pick up my arms for her to take my shirt off leaving me in my boxers .

I watch her undress in the sexiest way ever or maybe it was just me that I saw everything she did sexy. She has some kind of spell on me .

She pulls me down to her by my neck and kisses my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her lips taste too sweet and she smells like vanilla .

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I want to stay in this moment forever .

Right here I forgot she was my teacher and I was her student and I didn't care about anyone or anything .

This was perfect .

She wrapped her legs around my hips and slid them down my waist bringing my boxers down .

My erection popped out ,her legs went back to my hips and she arched her hips up making me enter her in a slow agonizing pace, feeling how wet she already was for me .

She caught me by surprise and a moan escaped my mouth. I looked down to her and she had a big smile on her face .I leaned down to kiss her lips while i thrusted slowly in and out .

This time wasn't like the last time we had sex it was different. It wasn't rough. I wanted to be gentle with her and enjoy every part of her treating her like she would break if I went any harder .

Her lips never left mine, not even to catch our breaths. I could have died right now and I would die happy with no care in the world.

There was something about Dani that drove me out of my mind .

"Eddie." She said breathlessly

"Yes." I looked down at her; it was the perfect view I could have asked for .

She gave me a mischievous grin and flip me around with her being on top of me and sliding down my Erection. She knew exactly what she was doin to me and I didn't care I was all hers and only hers .

“Jesus Christ fucking ninja move !!” I gasped, crashing my lips on hers. She was my Goddess.

She pulled away and positioned herself then placed her hand on my chest and started moving slowly back and forth. Her eyes rolled back to the back of her head. She bit her lip to try to contain the moans she was holding in.

But I wanted to hear her. I wanted to know how good I made her feel .I wanted the world to hear her .

I placed my hands on her hips guiding her up and down my erection. I could feel how wet she was and it was driving me crazy. I could cum any minute now of how Good she felt around me.

"You're so beautiful ." I groaned

"You're my pretty boy ." She smiles and leans down to kiss my lips .

Moans and cries fell from her lips as I helped her move up and down .

"I'm almost there." She said through heavy breathing

I could feel her walls tightening around me making my cock twitch inside of her.

She was so fucking tight she was perfect so damn perfect it’s like she was made for me ,just for me and no one else .

My lips went to her neck attacking with kisses then kissing her weak spot then back to her lips, our lips attached together moaning into each other's mouth while we both came undone.

I wasn't trying to overreact but this was the best orgasm I had ever had and best sex ever .

"Shit!!" I immediately freaked out after the moment of bliss was gone .

"What ?" She ask confused

"I came inside of you ?" I say panicked eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights .

She giggles while still on top of me and leans down to kiss my lips .

"Pretty, pretty boy ." She says in my lips still giggling

She stands up slowly from my softening cock leaving me empty without her .

"What's so funny ?" I ask, still confused ,why she giggle when I said I came inside of her ?

"I'm wearing a contraceptive implant on my arm." She says pointing to her right arm

What the fuck does that mean ?

"A contra What?" I ask standing up and following her to her bathroom bare naked.

I watch her as she prepares the bath, checking the water .

"It's a small plastic thing that prevents me from getting pregnant ." She says getting in the tub

"Oh"I said, "That's something new.I stood there standing looking at Dani get in the tub. She was beautiful as she was carved by the Gods themselves.

"Are you coming in ?Or are you gonna keep on gawking ?"she says looking at me and signaling to get in .

She wasn't gonna tell me twice I got in sitting on the back of her with my legs open so she could sit in between me. She leaned her head back to my chest looking up at me and smiling .

"Dani ." I said almost as a whisper

"Yes ." She responded while laying on my chest with her eyes clothes

"Would you be my girlfriend ?" My heart started beating faster in My chest. I think she could feel how hard it was beating .

She opens her eyes and turns her head slightly to look back at me and smile .

"Yes Eddie ."

"Yes?" I asked her again, still unsure of her answer. I wanted to double check just to make sure I wasn’t hearing things .

"Yes Eddie, I'll be your girlfriend." She giggles and kisses me .After out bath we laid down in bed again talking about us and how it was going to be hard not to be able to be together in public and then from there we had sex again and again

Never getting tired of each other .

I don't know how many times we made love last night but I didn't care my dick never failed me, it was always ready for her .Until we fell asleep in each other's arms .In the middle of the night we were rudely awakened by a cell phone ringing.

I answered it thinking it was mine .

"Hello." I said groggily

"Dani?" I male voice says

Shit!!I answer Dani's phone shit!!! What should I do?But wait, it's a guy ..I think to myself ..what if it’s a lost boyfriend or worse husband !!!

I put the phone on mute and tried my best not to panic.I called Dani’s name softly not to scare her. I tried several times but she wouldn’t wake up. I move her gently and try to wake her up. I could still hear the male calling out Dani's name. He sounded drunk .

"Sweetheart there's someone for you on the phone ." I said softly

She opens her eyes slightly and smiles at me and places a kiss on my lips then I hand her her phone .

"Hello ." She answered sleepily taking the phone off of mute

"Liam?" She says sitting up in bed with a shocked face

Who the fuck was Liam? And why did she get like that ?

She gets up from bed and starts pacing around the room talking to this Liam guy .Ok I’m not trying to be a jealous boyfriend.

Huh,boyfriend I like that .

But wait no I don’t want to be jealous guy but iam right now .Why the fuck was he calling he her in the of the night.

"It’s none of your business who answers my phone !!" She shouted to the guy on the other side of the phone .

She seems mad to whoever was on the line

I wouldn't want to be that Liam guy.

"Yes he is my boyfriend ." I felt my ego go way up when she called me her boyfriend. I really like the sound of that .

She finally hung up and came back to bed .Throwing the phone to our pile of clothes on the floor.

I checked the time on my phone and it was 4am. I wonder who was calling her this early or late. I don't know how that works .

She lays down her head on my chest and I wrap my arm around her .

She yawns "you're so warm ." She says cuddling me

"I could be your own personal heater ." I tell her kissing the top of her head

"I like that, maybe you should spend the night more often ." She wants me to spend the night more often?

Fuck yeah !!

"You do?" I ask

"Yes ." She says sleepily

I close my eyes thinking we were going to go back to sleep but I guess Dani had other

Plans her hand slowly slid down my boxers gently started stroking my cock.I mean I don't mind going again for another round .

There was something about Dani that drove me insane and maybe I was thinking it's love but no! It's too soon, maybe it is the fact that we can't be together that makes me want her more .

But it is ok this will be OUR SECRET.

Back to Dani'spov

I honestly don't know what I was doing. I had accepted to be Eddie's girlfriend even knowing he was my student .I don’t even think I was thinking straight right now .I don’t know what I am gonna do when I see him in public but right now all that matters is this moment.

Right now I don't care about the consequences of dating my student. I mean he is 20 and I'm 22 but still doesn't make a difference. He is my student and I'm his teacher. In no world is that right .

But right now being with him in bed felt right, the warmness of his body on mine. I love how that felt .

His arms around me made me feel so safe and secure and I've never felt like this for anyone, not even for Liam, my ex boyfriend who broke my heart into a million pieces the reason I moved back to Hawkins .

Liam and I had been together since high school we were on and off for longest time but eventually stay together two years ago at first it was all nice and mushy then it got to the point where he would get mad because I was just studying or a few months ago when I kept studying for my finals .Or when we lost him is when he got worse and the cheating started.

He would always tell me I never had time for him and there was no reason for me to be in college. I knew that he could give me everything and one day we would get married .

But I didn't want that I wanted to be a teacher, that was my dream but he wanted to take that away from me just because he was born into a rich family .

His family own a big business. I don't know what they did but they had shit load of money and Liam was supposed to take over the company and eventually he did .

But that wasn't the life for me. I mean I did love him or at least I thought I did but I wasn't ready to get married then .

But then I met Eddie who changed my way of thinking and if he were to ask me to marry him right now I would say yes I don't know what was wrong with me when I just met this boy and he was driving me crazy. I felt like a high school girl in love .

But was I in love?It couldn't be love when I just met him .

But I needed to take things slow with him I really wanted to make things work with him but first he had to graduate so we can be able to be together

For now our relationship will be OUR SECRET .

Next chapter

Dani’s apartment and her outfit pics from Pinterest

#eddie munson #stranger things #teacher crush #hawkins high #love #lovers #smut #student

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robinofinashiro · 2 years

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"Feitan is going to kill me,"

characters/fandom: feitan portor / hunter x hunter

request status/note: closed / the absolute love of my life !! i haven't written for him in a while, i kinda missed him lmao

pronouns: she/her/afab!

"aw! i wanted to watch Feitan get stabby with the guy he kidnapped!" you complained as you groaned and dramatically falling onto the ground. Chrollo rolled his eyes, not understanding why in the world you enjoyed watching his second in command get torturous with people, "we need you for this next mission. it isn't too far from where we're currently stationed; however, you're going to need a partner for this," he informed you.

you looked around, hoping Feitan would be available but Chrollo cut you off before you could ask, "it's in the heart of city. we need our two most talkative members and that's you and Shalnark," he explained. you stared at the blond who in turned smiled back, "the two of you are to act as a couple. there's an artifact we need you both retrieve that's hidden behind a club. both of you are to pretend you're married and retrieve the artifact before the club closes," Chrollo continued.

you slammed your hands on the table in annoyance.

"why can't it be Machi or Shizuku to be his date. I hate parties," you complained. Chrollo stared at you before rolling his eyes and not bothering to entertain the tantrum you were throwing, "we made more than enough money in our last mission for the two of you to purchase proper attire for the event. I'd suggest you get to a store before they close and as last minute advice, I'd wear something more revealing."

your face contorted to absolute disgust as you figured you'd be wearing clothes you would not purchase otherwise for yourself. you looked to Shalnark who still hadn't said a word and stood in front of him.

"you say any smart shit about what I wear and I'll kill you," you heard Phinks start to laugh as you stared at the other blond, ready to throw a knife that was strapped your leg, "that goes for all of you!" you exclaimed making sure you stared at the entire group before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

you knew Chrollo was very clear on instructions and since you were still relatively new to troupe, you weren't willing to sacrifice your spot just because of a stupid choice of clothing.

since your start with the Phantom Troupe, you had grown closer to Feitan which managed to catch a lot of the members off guard. if Feitan was rude, cold, and a sadist, you were the complete opposite in terms of personality. you were a happy-go-lucky gal, ready to conversate with anyone who listened which is maybe why you figured Shalnark was the one who got paired with you because the two of you could blend easily into a crowd.

you saw an outlet not too far out of the hideout and entered the first store you saw. you weren't really someone who put their mind into a "cute" outfit. since the troupe was always on the move, you didn't exactly have the time to get dolled up. it would be worthless to do such a thing considering your clothes could get ruined at any time.

the clothes were way out of your comfort zone as everything was either too revealing or extremely expensive. you had to give props to the girls who wore this kind of stuff because had it not been for this mission, there was no way you'd be confident in wearing it.

you picked what you assumed was a cute outfit. it was a cropped shirt with v lined collar, reaching down to your mid stomach and revealing your tits like it was their job. you paired the shirt with a skirt that went up to your mid thigh and random high heels. as soon as you left the store, you went to the nearest cafe and purchased an insane amount of food that you knew you'd need after the mission.

"hey! you're back quicker than I thought," Shalnark said as you walked back inside of the hideout. you raised your eyebrow as you noticed Shalnark's own black bag, "you'd you get?" you asked, reaching over to grab the bag. he lifted it up, not letting you be in arms reach of it, "it's a suit! but you better get dressed. Chrollo wants us out of here in two hours," he informed.

you kicked Shalnark in the shin, making him double over in pain.

"don't tell me what do to," you muttered making Phinks and Machi giggle to themselves. you went towards the room that you were currently staying in with Shizuku. you knew she was going to be on her mid evening nap so she wasn't going to bother you too much.

you grabbed the clothes out of the bag and stared at them, groaning to yourself dramatically. you quickly tried to do your hair in a better style than the ponytail you had going on but it just managed to fall flat and you realized you were better off just leaving it down.

after you finished with your hair, you slipped on the clothes you had bought and stared at yourself with the broken glass that was near you. the outfit wasn't terrible looking on you but you knew one of two things was bound to happen. you knew you'd be getting comments, whether they be good or bad, from the troupe and the unsolicited stares that were bound to happen when they finally saw you.

"looks good!" Shizuku murmured sleepily. you smiled at her nervously, "Feitan isn't going to be happy about it but it looks good." you knew Shizuku had a point with that. since you and Feitan were closer than the rest of the members, he had this not so subtle possessiveness over you and you knew he was not going to be a happy camper when he saw you.

you gave yourself one final look as you heard Shalnark screaming for you. you grabbed your bag before walking out of the room. you inhaled deeply as you approached the kitchen area of the hideout where everyone was congregated at.

the entire troupe were stunned at the clothes as Phinks made it no secret that he was practically drooling over you. you snapped your fingers in front of everyones face as Chrollo, Phinks, Feitan, and Shalnark shook their head to get out of their apparent trance.

"what did I say, any smart comment and even Chrollo gets it," you stated. they nodded as Chrollo approached you. "you look beautiful and that's not a compliment I give out easily; however, that's not the point at the moment. we have microphones that are attached to these ear pieces. we'll be inside of this club as well but we won't be making ourselves known until you get the artifact. you'll be listening to our instructions on when it's safe to head towards the backroom to retrieve the item. you'll need to blend in with the crowd and make sure not to be seen much. understand?"

you and Shalnark nodded as he playfully put his arm around your shoulder and squeezing your upper arm enthusiastically. you stared at him annoyedly before Feitan returned the shin kink you had given Shalnark earlier.

"hands to self," he stated, giving the blond a deathly stare. you laughed, not wanting to make the situation worse and opened the door, "lets get a move on. the faster we get the artifact, the quicker I'll be out of these clothes," you said before leaving.

the troupe was planning on leaving a little later in the night so by the time you reached the club, they were barely on the way there. you stared at Shalnark before grabbing his hand and intertwining yours with his, "Feitan is so going to kill me," he muttered to himself nervously.

you walked inside of the club with Shalnark as the music blared through the speakers loudly. you would have been more inclined to dance had the music not been as sensual as it was but you remembered Chrollo's warning about not wanting to stick out, "do not make it weird," you threatened, sticking your finger on Shalnark's chest before turning around and dancing against him.

Shalnark's eyes widened as you tried not to be stiff about the dancing, "I can't do this sober. come on, we're getting tequila," you said practically dragging Shalnark over to the bar. you ordered four shots of tequila, pressuring Shalnark to down them like it was water so he wouldn't gag over the bar counter.

you then ordered two regular drinks to make sure that you weren't 100% sober when you went out back to dance. as you took Shalnark back onto the dance floor, you had realized most of the troupe members were already inside, watching you and Shalnark from different corners of the building. you could practically feel Feitan's eyes burning into your back.

"it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night. wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight and oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight, sick in the head, first in the bed, so easy to be Friday's nightmare."

you were singing along to the song as you were getting closer to Shalnark's face, much to Feitan's dismay, "now's your chance you move closer back. go!" you heard Chrollo's voice. you grabbed Shalnark's hand, bringing him closer to the room that Chrollo said the artifact would be at.

"you look great tonight!" Shalnark said as he smiled down at you. you knew with your boobs being so exposed, Shalnark was having a hard time not staring down at them which made you chuckle, "thanks Shal! I appreciate it," you replied as you heard curse words spewing from Feitan's native language as he yelled at Shalnark to shut up.

you laughed, seeing the guard that was protecting the door moving towards the bathroom. you nudged Shalnark, motioning to him that now was your only chance to run in and grab it. he walked behind you, making sure that the guard wouldn't return in the middle of you looking for the artifact.

you ripped through the massive amounts of cabinets until you reached a locked cabinet. you took the pin that was in your hair, easily breaking into the cabinet and seeing the gold ring that Chrollo needed. before you could put it away, you heard Shalnark attack the guard as you realized that cover was about to be blown.

putting the ring inside of one of your stockings, you grabbed your knife and ran out to help Shalnark. you jumped on the guards back as you stabbed him in the chest, making sure to turn the knife a few times so it would remain stuck inside of his body.

"give the ring to Machi," you heard Chrollo scream as he fought off the other guards that were approaching the two of you. you nodded, giving the pink haired girl the ring before jumping back to dodge the knife attack. before you could comprehend what was going on, you felt Feitan pull you against him as you grabbed your the gun that was on your other leg and quickly shot it at an oncoming guard.

all of you fled the building through different areas, getting out as safely as possible. you had no idea which direction the others went in but you were too confused on Feitan who was popping off with anger like a hedgehog.

"this is stupid," he muttered as he pulled you against him now, "first you leave like this, next Shalnark is saying stupid things, and now you're clothes is ripped," he stated. you hadn't realized that you clothes had gotten ripped in the process, leaving you almost with nothing.

"are you jealous Fei?" you asked jokingly. he stared at you, annoyance written all over his face as he remained silent. you stared at the black haired man as you took off your heels which made you marginally shorter, practically nearing his height (shoutout to all my fellow short queens bc i'm actually feitans height lmao).

Feitan before you realized it had pulled you in for a steaming kiss. you let him do what he wanted as his hands were shaking and you had no idea if it was from rage or the adrenaline rush that was still in his body but regardless, you were melting quicker and quicker into the kiss.

you had no idea when he had moved down to your neck but before you could pull away, you felt the bump on your neck as tiny bite marks appeared alongside it. you could feel that you were bleeding a bit but all Feitan did was smirk at the forming hickey.

"remember that next time Shalnark tries something against you."

#hxh imagine #hxh fic #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter imagine #feitan portor x you #feitan portor imagine #feitan portor x reader #feitan portor #feitan fic

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zodiakuroo · 3 years

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Love Thy Brother

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, dabi’s canononical dick piercings manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, spit, stepcest, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege : 3

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: secured my spot in hell with this one for sure anyways touya-nii go brrrrr

part 2 here!

But he that hates his brother is in darkness, and walks in darkness, and knows not whither he goes, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes. – 1 John 2:11

Gaining 4 new siblings as a young adult is not something anyone expects, you think, but you’re grateful to have been accepted into Enji Todoroki’s family nonetheless.

Fuyumi was the big sister you always wanted, kind and nurturing, always happy to let you borrow her clothes and give you advice. You and Natsuo the closest in age. He was warm and friendly and while he teased you a lot it was never mean spirited, just the kind that was typical between siblings. Shoto was quiet in nature and though it took him more time than the rest to warm up to you, eventually you two became friends as well.

And there was Touya…..

Well, Dabi as he prefers to be called.

When you first met him, you were terrified, the shock of seeing him made you hide behind your mother instinctively. The Todoroki clan looked every bit the perfect suburban family except for Dabi. He had his hair dyed jet black, with seemingly more tattoos than clean skin. He had several cartilage piercings in his ears as well as three small studs in his nostril and a barbell through his eyebrow. He scoffed at your scared reaction, sticking out his tongue to show you the silver ball on its surface and sending a wink your way.

Admittedly, felt guilty for judging Dabi based on his appearance, but you would soon come to find that sometimes it’s better to trust your judgement.

At first, Dabi ignored you, acted as if you didn’t exist. And the times when he was forced to acknowledge your presence in his family he acted as though you were nothing more than a nuisance. You thought that you might have offended him somehow but Fuyumi assured you that Dabi was just like that and that you shouldn’t take it personally. “He just needs to get to know you.” She said.

She was wrong though. Dabi couldn’t stand you.

Everything about you infuriates him. Prancing around in those frumpy sweaters and modest skirts like anyone would bother to lewd you anyways. Lest they attempt, you wear that gold cross necklace everywhere you like a big old “PROPERTY OF JESUS” tag. Your insistence to say a prayer every time the family dog so much as farts. The way his entire family seems to be enamored by your church girl act. Perhaps what he hates most is the way you look at him, poor delinquent Dabi, like you’re so much better than him. Sanctimonious bitch.

Then he noticed how you were with Natsuo. How you would pout and whine when he teased you and sometimes, to everyone’s shock and amusement, banter back and forth with him. Let’s be clear here, he didn’t care about you. He cared about attention. You were giving too much of your attention to his younger brother and that just wouldn’t do.

Pretty soon, Touya was in on the teasing. He started out by making fun of you for being so conservative. Low-hanging fruit. You’ve heard it all before so it didn’t wrench much of a reaction for you but that just made him more determined. Sometimes it got downright mean, earning him a scolding from Fuyumi. Not that he would listen anyways

Then it got physical. It started innocently enough, Dabi would tug on your hair, snatch food out of your hands, kick you underneath the dinner table. Albeit childish, it was incredibly annoying. You would shriek and yell for him to cut it out and after finally getting the desired reaction from you, he became hungry for more.

So he started taking more risks. When you were in the kitchen alone Dabi would brush his hand under your skirt making you squeal. That progressed to him flicking up your skirt to catch a glimpse of your panties which progressed to him spanking you so hard, you’d think of him every time you sat down for the rest of the day.

On the days when he was in a good mood (read: stoned out of his mind), he would pull you into his lap and hold you there, blowing smoke in your face that made you cough so that he could laugh. Sometimes he would let his hands wander, over your chest and between your thighs while you squirm in his hold. He’d say “Anyone ever touch you like this? I hope not, I’m sure it would piss off Jesus”

As if the touching wasn’t invasive enough, Dabi felt he was entitled to your room and personal artifacts. Often you’d come back from campus or church to find the contents of your underwear drawer spilled on the floor. You would notice a pair or two missing when you packed them back.

One time he vandalised your bible with drawings of penises on every single page.

“D’ya like my artwork princess?” he said when you confronted him. In a fit of rage, threw the book at his head. You missed (unfortunately) making him like laugh. “Surely there’s something condemning violence in that book of yours.”

You tried locking him out of your room but all that did was make him angrier. He threated to break your door clean off its hinges if you did it again.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

It had been a long day. You woke up late landing you in trouble with your manager. Your coworker fell ill and you had to cover a double shift, with no shortage of asshole customers on this particular day it seems. On top of all that, you just got stood up for date. You come home to a quiet house and you’re so grateful for this small blessing on a day like this. After a long, scalding hot shower, you lie on your bed wrapped in a fluffy, white towel, contemplating your next move.

You were home alone and with a family this big that hardly ever happens. You do what any person would do after having the day you had.

You smile to yourself, undoing the knot on your towel and falling back onto your pillows, hands already caressing your breasts.

You’re a Christian not a robot. Of course you masturbate. Sure you feel ashamed. You can hear your mother’s voice chide about how sinful it is but that all melts away when your little fingers slide between your wet folds. Shame can wait.

Being the menace in your life that he is, the eldest Todoroki chose that exact moment to barge into your room unannounced.

You scramble for your covers trying your best to preserve some modesty but it’s too late, you’ve been caught. You shriek in terror.

“Oh my god!” Dabi practically cackles.

“Dabi! It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

“Oh really?” He stalks over to your bed with the predatory grin on his face. “Because to me it looks like my innocent, holier than though baby sister is a nasty, little, closet pervert.” He’s now straddling you over your covers, you want to fight him off but that would mean letting go over your duvet and you know once you do that, it’s over. Dabi has the upper hand though. Soon he’s got both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned above your head. His other hand, almost immediately, is pulling the down the covers, revealing your naked torso to him. “Huh.’ He muses as he palms one of your breasts. “Seems like it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Dabi! Get off me!” You squirm under him but he’s too heavy so it’s no use.

“Nice tits Sis.” Dabi ignores your protests. “I don’t get why you keep them hidden.”

“I’m not your sister you creep!” you say with as much venom as you can muster.

“Aw princess,” he pouts and moves his hand up to cup your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly “it hurts your Nii-san’s feelings when you talk to him like that. I wonder what our parents would think. Should I tell them how filthy their sweet, little daughter really is?”

He revels in the fear in your eyes. You shake your head frantically. “No Dabi please! Please don’t tell them.” You whimper, words garbled.

“Don’t tell them what little sister? What were you doing?” He smirks. His hand goes back to your breast, this time to tweak your nipple.

The sadistic freak. Was he really going to make you say it? He answers your silent question with a sharp smack to your breast.

“I-I was masturbating.” You mumble, squeezing your eyes shut, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“No, you weren’t” he says as a matter of fact before pinching your already stiff nipple making your eyes shoot open and you yelp in pain. “You were playing with your little virgin cunt. Now say it.”

There is no way you could say those words. Has he not humiliated you enough? You try once again to break free but he’s got an iron grip on your wrists and he’s sitting on top of your thighs. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

He pinches you again but harder this time, twisting your nipple and keeping it there.

“I was ah I was playing with my v-v-irgin c- Dabi! Cunt! There I said it! Let go!”

He snickers at your pain but let’s go of you entirely, shifting his weight off of you. You’re grateful for the reprieve, immediately pulling up the covers to cover up your body again. You will yourself not to cry until Dabi has left the room or else you’ll never hear the end of it. But he’s not finished with you yet.

“Show me.” He sits down on your desk chair facing you, his legs spread wide.

“What?” Surely you misheard him.

“Show your Nii-san how you play with that ‘little virgin cunt’” He smiles using air quotations.

“Dabi, this is wrong-“ you whimper

“Touya-nii.” You furrow your brows in confusion and he says again. “Call me Touya-nii. I’m not leaving this room until I see what I want.”

Say what you want about Dabi but he’s a man of his word. You know he means what he says. The last thing you want is for anyone in your family to come home and find you naked in your room with your step-brother. It’s just better to do what he asks demands.

You slowly peel the covers off you, exposing your naked body to your step brother. He’s eyeing you intently, palming the growing bulge under his jeans. His sister was hiding such a hot little body, right under his roof and he had no idea. You can’t bear to look at him. You clamp your thighs shut to hide your pussy from him, a weak attempt to save what’s left of your dignity. You wriggle your hand in between your legs and you try to move it as best you can without showing him more of you.

Wait.

You’re wet?

You’re wet.

Well screw dignity I guess.

“Oh none of that.” Touya scoffs. “Spread your legs.”

You obey him and he rewards you with a low whistle. “What a cute little pussy.” He murmurs so low you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. You flinch, wanting to close your legs on instinct but a firm “Don’t” from Dabi stops you in your tracks. “Show me how my little sister likes to play.”

His words make your pussy throb but you’re still reeling, both physically and mentally at, the shock from your current position so when your fingers try to rub circles on your clit, they’re shaky and sloppy.

“That’s pathetic. Is this how you do it? No wonder you’re so uptight, you probably never cum huh? Put your fingers inside, I wanna see you stretch your little hole.”

“Dabi I-“

“I won’t ask you to address me properly again. Next time, you’re getting your ass beat.”

“T-Touya-nii. I’ve never… put them inside.” You mumble.

“Never?” He can’t hide the amusement in his voice.

You simply shake your head, unable to meet his gaze.

Fucking jackpot. He thinks. This is why he loves virgins.

“Oh no. Does the poor baby want her Nii-san to show her how it’s done?” voice dripping with condescension.

You’re horribly ashamed. Disgusted by the whole situation. And yet you find yourself nodding.

Dabi crawls on to your bed, discarding his shirt in the process. Next thing he has you flipped over, ass in the air, lying across his lap.

He spanks you, hard. Like he always does, loud smack echoing through the room. You cry out like you always do but it’s different this time. It’s different because this time you’re naked, on top of him. It’s different because you can feel his hard-on poking into your stomach. It’s different because everything about the situation is making you clench.

He grips the sore, reddened flesh and pulls apart your cheeks to look right at your fluttering hole. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub slow circles into it. “I meant what said you know. This is the prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” You let out a whine as you feel his warm, wet spit land right on your opening, before Touya slides a long, slender middle finger into your tight pussy. He uses his other hand to hit you again. “You’re a good girl right? What do good girl’s say when they get compliments?”

Your head is spinning from his ministrations, so much so that a verbal response escapes you. You’re too busy bucking your hips against his hand. Dabi snaps you out of your trance with another spank, even harder, so your feel the sting spread across your glute. “Hnnghh… thank you Touya-nii.” He rewards you with his ring finger finding its way inside you as well. “Shit.” You say through gritted teeth. You clench around him trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

Whack. This time on the other cheek, both burning red by now, you’re sure. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, naughty girl?” The way he’s moving his fingers inside you feels like he’s looking for something, you have no idea what. It’s not unpleasant but uncomfortable. You turn your head back to look at his face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s rolling a joint or playing video games with his friends. He’s concentrating. “Fuck, relax for me princess.” You’re trying. You’re really trying. You take a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the way you’re being stretched.

Then it hits you. An overwhelming ecstasy, spreading from your groin, all the way down to your toes. You figure out that’s what he’s been looking for.

You find yourself grinding down onto his bulge in an attempt to escape the onslaught of his fingers, but it’s no use, not with the way his thumb is circling your throbbing clit.

“Can’t even take two fingers in this tiny pussy huh? How are you gonna take my cock?” Dabi gives you a third finger and the stretch is officially unbearable.

You can’t do anything but pant in his lap while he holds you down, making sure that you keep still. Suddenly, you realise the gravity of the circumstances you find yourself in. Your step brother is going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“God, please slow down!” You cry out. He keeps hitting that spot over and over. It’s too much. You look back at him with tears in your eyes, pleading for reprieve. The satisfied smile on his face lets you know that he couldn’t care less. You feel an orgasm building, stronger than any that you’ve given yourself.

“No God here, doll. Just the Almighty Dabi. And guess what? He wants you to come for him.”

Even before he finishes his sentence, you’re already convulsing on top of him. For a moment you forget how debauched the situation is. Being debased by a man who you not only despise but are related to. All feelings of shame are replaced by pure, hot bliss that sets your nerves on fire. Dabi does not relent. Not until the please you feel is eclipsed by the pain of oversensitivity and you’re writhing in futile attempt to escape.

Dabi pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his other hand around your neck, dragging you up to face him. He holds his fingers, covered in your cream, right in front of your face. “Messy slut. Clean them.”

Before you can respond the fingers press against your lips. You have no choice but to take them inside your mouth. He grips the back of your head while you lave your tongue over his fingers, sucking off your release. He’s keeps a tension on your strands that makes your scalp sting. It’s a silent warning to keep your eyes on him. You’ve caught on by now that he wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. As if coming on your step-brother’s fingers weren’t humiliating enough. He shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag around them drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls as he wipes his saliva covered fingers dry on your face. Again, you fight back the tears of embarrassment. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Dabi prompts you with cruel tug on your hair. “Gah! Th-thank you Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Hmm.” His hands move to your hips and he rolls his hips to grind his hard cock into your core. “You want Nii-san to fuck you now?”

Your bottom lip quivers. Is he giving you an out? You pray to God that Dabi is giving you a way out of this. You doubt God cares about what you want right now but still, you hope he can grant you this one mercy, you’ll make it up to him somehow. You shake your head no. You probably look so pitiful right now, naked on top of Touya while he bucks up against you, your own spit streaked across your face, barely stopping the tears in your eyes from spilling.

“Liar.” He sneers. “You want your big brother to split that virgin hole right open.”

You’re stupid for thinking he would give you a way out. You realise that now. No point in trying not to cry. Nothing is gonna stop him from getting what he wants anyway. You can’t hold back the choked sobs anymore

“Such pretty tears, baby.” Dabi coos at you. “Don’t worry. Nii-san is gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He picks you up off of him and positions you exactly how he wants, on all fours, swollen cunt exposed for him. He kneels behind you and you hear the sounds of him undoing his jeans. You turn your head back, curiosity getting the better of you. Your eyes find Dabi just in time to see him free himself from his boxers, which join his jeans bunched at is knees. The sight makes your eyes go wide. It’s your first time seeing one in real life. Were they supposed to be that big? And… pierced?

He quirks a brow at you, smug look plastered on his face. He strokes himself in front of you, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft. He’s tilts it upwards to make sure you get a good look at the vertical barbell that goes through his tip and three horizontal, parallel bars along the underside. “You look scared. Don’t worry princess, Big brother Dabi’s gonna make it fit.” You feel his tip press against your opening and brace yourself.

You’ve heard stories from your friends. You know the first time hurts but God nothing could have prepared you for this .Touya makes good on his word, sliding his entirely until your pressed right against his pelvis. The scream you let out is ear shattering but you can’t help it, the stretch is excruciating. The way his piercings catch on your walls only, intensifies the burn. You crawl toward your headboard instinctively, it’s too much. Way too much.

He’s not having any of it. Dabi pulls you up to him with a hand wrapped around your throat until your back meets his front. “Shh shh shh. Don’t run baby. You’re gonna take all of it.” He groans right against your ear. Without giving you time to adjust, he begins to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You have no choice but to let him use you.

“Who’s fucking you huh? Who’s making you feel good?”

“My nii-san. Touya-nii is fucking me so good.”

“Yeah fuck. Love this holy pussy” He delivers a harsh smack directly on to your clit, making you quiver in his hold. He laughs at your reaction. “Gonna say a prayer for me babe? I wanna hear it.”

“Huh?” You’re barely lucid, there’s no way you heard him correctly.

“Well you’re a little sinner slut now. You should probably ask for forgiveness. Pray.”

You’re sure you’re beyond salvation now but you submit nonetheless. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your unfailing love; according to Your great compassion.” You gasp as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Against You, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight. Oh fuck Touya-nii!”

“Bad girl.” Dabi gives you another strike right on your aching clit. “Don’t think God is gonna be very happy with you.” Dabi is though. Dabi’s very happy with you. Your tight, gummy pussy sucks him back in every time he pulls back. It just makes him fuck you harder, he wants to make you scream louder for him.

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Ngggghh Shit. Do not cast me from Your presence or take Your Holy Spirit from me.” You’re sobbing outright, gasping to get air into your constricted throat.

“You gonna cum? My bad girl gonna come for her big brother?” Dabi grunts into your ear.

“Yeah close Touya-nii.”

“Hmm me too.”

“NOT INSIDE TOUYA-NII” You begin to thrash in his arms.

“S’matter princess? Don’t wanna have your big brother’s babies? That’s hurtful.” He snickers. He releases your throat in favour of pressing you into the mattress, large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “Better cum before I do then.”

The ridges of his piercings rub up against that same sweet spot, over and over again. You’re dizzy from the lack of air and absolutely drunk with pleasure on his cock. Pretty much the only thing tethering you to this existence is the unforgiving grip he has on your ass, digging his nails into your flesh. He reaches his hand around to rub your sore, puffy clit. It pushes you over the edge a second time. You feel every muscle contract and relax as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, making you cry out in bliss.

As soon as you come down from your high, Dabi has you flipped on to your back and is straddling your torso. “Keep praying.” He mutters. He furrows his brows, huffing as he jerks off on top of you, eyes focused intently on your gold necklace.

“Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will turn back to You. Amen”

“Yeah, fuck that’s it take it baby.” Dabi sprays his come over your chest, aiming his load right on your cross, a symbol of your devotion to Christ, defiled. He looks absolutely euphoric watching the ropes of his hot cum slowly run down onto your nipples and down the valley of your breasts

“Don’t you fucking move.” He pants, catching his breath. He picks up his phone and you hear his camera click. He looks at the picture and smiles. You look absolutely fucked out. Hair disheveled, face red and bloated from crying and completely covered in his load. Yeah a real good, Christian girl. He thinks.

“Dabi! No!” You lunge forward, trying to grab his phone from his hand. Almost effortlessly, Touya shoves you back onto the bed.

“Relax. No one’s gonna see it. Not unless you snitch to mommy and daddy.”

“You promise?” You grab the tissues from your nightstand and wipe yourself clean. The smell lingers though, along with the grimy feeling, seemingly embedded in your skin. You look up at him, sniffling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. If he were better person, he’d take pity on you for being so fucking stupid.

“Promise, little sis.” He shoots you a wink as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Before he’s left your room he’s already sent the picture to his friend, Shigaraki.

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inomios · 3 years

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Eight types of love II Levi Ackerman

Summary: “There are eight types of love, and even though his life has been full of pain since the very beginning, he could say he experienced them all.”

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word count: + 5k

Author note: This is the first thing I’ve ever published and I’m really nervous, so I would really appreciate if you reblogged, liked and commented. Also, English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Constructive criticism is really appreciated.

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1. AGAPE or Selfless love

His mother would tell him everyday that she loved him with everything she had, even though it was not a lot. He asked his mother what love was, what meant loving someone. She couldn’t explain it with exact words, she would tell him that love meant caring deeply for someone, even more than for yourself. She loved him and he loved her, that much was true. He asked if he could love more than one person, his mom told him that yes, you could love many people in your life and in different ways. Then, he proceeded to ask if she had ever loved anyone else besides him, she was quiet, like she was thinking the right answer and after a few minutes she said that she had or at least she thought she did, but she had never loved someone as much as she loved him. Love was a confusing thing for him and the more he asked, the more unclear it got.

The only thing he was sure of was that the only thing she loved was her mother. However, curious as he was, he would ask her questions about it all the time.

‘Is love the best thing in the world?’

‘Yes, Levi, it is the only thing that makes life worth it.’

‘Is love always good?’

‘Not always, sometimes it makes you sad.’

‘I don’t wanna be sad. I won’t love anyone else but you.’

‘You can’t choose who you love, sweetie.’

‘Love sucks.’

‘You will get it when you grow up.’

‘I’m already a grown-up.’

He tried to get it, but he couldn’t. He prided himself of being smart, his mom would always tell him that he was really clever and witty for his age. Then, how come he wasn’t able to understand love. It was just a four-letter word: L-O-V-E, it couldn’t have such a deep meaning. ‘Door’ had also four letters and it wasn’t hard to understand and ‘Scandalous’, pretty much the biggest word for him, had ten letters and he knew what it meant, he could even use it in a phrase.

His mom, noticing that he was about to collapse trying to figure out what has love, tried to come up with the best possible definition, one that would please his five-year old son.

‘Love is a selfless thing. Love means giving everything you have, to make the other person happy and content, even though you may not get back all you give. When you love someone, you only what the best for them. It can cause you pain too but loving someone and being loved back is one of the best things we can experience as humans. We may not have a lot, Levi, but we have each other and more important, we love one another and that makes us privileged.’

He understood it then, kind of, so the questions stopped.

However, when his mother’s body laid lifeless in bed, he regretted not making one last question: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

Later, when he was under Kenny’s wing and after Kenny had left him at his own, he soon found an answer: no one would.

2. PHILIA or Affectionate love

After his mother’s death, after Kenny, after everything, he thought that love was out of his reach, something he could never have again. Then Isabel and Farlan happened.

Every single day since his mother died, he would ask himself if he would love again and if someone would love him back. However, at the same time, he wanted to know nothing about love, love brought pain and he had already suffered enough for a lifetime. He sometimes thought that he had an emptiness inside, a big hole where his heart should be, a room so big that no one could ever fill.

After his mom came Kenny, but he was sure he did not love him, at least not like he had loved his mother, and he was sure as hell Kenny did not love him back. Love was supposed to be selfless and caring and Kenny was selfish and did not give a damn about him, he proved him that when he left him alone, again.

Loneliness was a feeling he was already used to but being used to it didn’t mean he liked it. Then again, who would be dumb enough to love him? And he knew better than to love someone who would end up leaving him, like his mother did, like Kenny did.

Well, maybe he did love Kenny, but loving him was painful. While loving his mother was sweet, freeing and it brought him solace and comfort; loving Kenny was toxic and tough, when he thought about it, it troubled him. He gave him a home and he taught him how to survive in the Underground, he didn’t know why, but he raised him, and Kenny never did something freely, he was sure something was missing there, but he didn’t know what. It was stupid of him to think that he cared about him, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. Loving Kenny, seeing him as the paternal figure he never had, filled him with turmoil and changed the way he perceived love.

Love was weakness, it could bring you to your knees, he had learned that. It was pointless, why would you commit to something that would inevitably bring you sorrow? He wasn’t about to make the same mistake again, he knew better, the only person who would stay with him was himself and that wasn’t about to change.

Then Isabel and Farlan walked into his life. Well, Farlan walked, Isabel stumbled.

They became family. He knew better but he couldn’t help it. They were thick as thieves, literally. Suddenly, they became the family he yearned for since his mother died. He loved them with everything he had. Loving them was selfless as his mother said, he wanted the best for them, he wanted to see them happy, no matter the price. However, it was a different kind of love, it was pure affection. It wasn’t the adoration he had for his mother, nor the rage he felt for Kenny. It was tender and sweet, he never had a brother or a close friend to care about while growing up, but he thought it was supposed to feel like that, it had to be like that. It had to be another type of love. His mother told him that love was never the same, it had different shapes and, for him, at that moment love had Isabel and Farlan’s shape.

Sadly, nothing good lasts forever, at least not for him. Love causes pain and brings you to your knees, he shouldn’t have forgotten that. When he saw Isabel’s head laying on the floor surrounded by a puddle of her own blood, mouth agape, eyes wide open and pale face, he fell to his knees. He saw a supercut of him, Isabel and Farlan, all the good times, all the laughs they shared and all the stories they still had to write but they would never be able to do because they weren’t there, not anymore, they were gone like his mother, like Kenny. He was alone again.

Love always brought him to his knees and he would never forget it again. He wasn’t made for love; the same way love wasn’t made for him.

3. LUDUS or Playful love

Meeting you happened out of pure coincidence, being in the right place at the wrong time.

He had come from a long mission and he was completely and utterly fine, seriously, but Hange loved to make a big deal out of everything. Well, maybe he had an injury, but a minor one, nothing that he couldn’t take care of himself. He spent years in the Underground, he didn’t need a doctor, he could stitch himself up and place his bones back in place. However, Hange didn’t think the same and was nagging him about getting his injuries checked, so there he was, in one of the infirmary’s bed, waiting for the head doctor.

It wasn’t that he was scared of doctors or “hospitals”, he just didn’t like the idea of some stranger touching him or feeling hopeless and powerless, he didn’t like feeling like he needed help or advice, he could do it pretty much on his own. But Hange didn’t really trust his medical abilities and he knew that arguing with her was pointless.

‘Doctor Brunner couldn’t come since he is busy with some paperwork, so he sent me. I’m his trainee y/n y/ln.’

‘I’m not letting some failed attempt of medic treat my wounds.’

It wasn’t what people would call a ‘meet cute’ moment, it was more like a ‘meet jerk’. He wasn’t the best dealing with people, nor that he wanted to be, he preferred it that way. If you had been any other person, you wouldn’t have bitten back, but you had a sharp tongue and weren’t scared of him. That was probably what drew him in, he was so used to people recoiling in fear when they saw him that having someone that actually fought back was quite alluring.

‘Well, this failed attempt of a doctor knows more than you ever will, so act your age, stop being a bitch and let me tend your injuries.’

‘You have some nerve talking to me like that.’

‘You have some nerve coming to my workplace to insult me.’

During that first encounter none of you said much to each other. He wasn’t fond on talking and you didn’t like his attitude, so you didn’t try to strike a conversation. He had to admit that you were good at you job, you tended him with care and you knew what you were doing, not that he would tell you, at least not yet.

‘Well, not so bad for a failed attempt of a doctor.’

It was the closest thing to a compliment he could say, and it looked like you knew, because he swears that he saw you smile a little.

‘Aren’t you a pleasure to work with? The injury in your arm was pretty nasty and poorly treated, so luckily for you, you will have to drop by more times to check on you. These are my hours, if you want this failed attempt of a doctor to treat you, Captain. I could get used to see your friendly face now and then.’

He didn’t know if the last part was supposed to be interpreted as flirting, but he did come back to visit you, to keep an eye of his injury, obviously. However, if you asked Hange, she would say that you had caught his eye, he still says that at that point in your relationship you annoyed him too much to find himself interested in you.

His weekly visits turned into daily visits, so much for not liking you.

‘I’m starting to think I’ve managed to catch your attention, Captain.’

‘Tch, you’re just less annoying than the rest of the brats.’

‘Oh Captain, you really know how to make me blush.’

He lied. You did catch his attention and you both knew it. It wasn’t love, not at all, it was a gentle curiosity that grew a little bit every day, like a flower blossoming.

‘Tch, you only know to say shit with that mouth of yours.’

‘This mouth of mine knows to do a lot of things, want me show you, Captain?’

‘When you return from the expedition, you have to come to the infirmary to see your wounds and stop playing the hero, it’s bullshit.’

‘I’m starting to think you may have an obsession for doing check-ups on me, brat.’

‘You caught me, I only do them because I can’t keep my hands of you, Captain.’

‘Why do you always call me Captain? It’s annoying, I’m not your superior.’

‘I know, but I like teasing you with it, Captain.’

He cared for you more than he cared for other people in his life, he liked being with you, maybe that was another type of love. Loving his mother was selfless; loving Isabel and Farlan was affectionate; loving you, or whatever the hell he was felling, was playful, flirty and it filled him with joy.

Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was getting there.

4. MANIA or Obsessive love

Your relationship was frustrating everybody, absolutely every single person that knew about you two, everybody knew you had feelings for each other but none of you did something about it, you just kept tiptoeing around each other. It was painful to see. They didn’t know if you were oblivious, stupid, scared or if you were just messing with them, Hange believed the latter one because there was no way you two weren’t together already. The banter, the flirty remarks, the way he looked out for you and the way you took care of him.

‘What’s going on with you and y/n, Shorty?’

‘You tell me, Four-eyes’

‘Tell me the truth, y/n. Are you and Levi dating and just keeping it as a secret? Because I’m losing my mind.’

‘We aren’t dating, Hange.’

To be honest, Levi was losing his mind too. The playful game turned into something more serious, something more obsessive and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and what were you doing while he was busy with paperwork. On missions his mind wandered about your wellbeing and if you were fine. He couldn’t ignore the way his heartbeat became erratic whenever you were close to him or the way he would notice every single thing about you. He felt powerless, there was no way to stop it.

He, who always had a plan and knew to do, was helpless under something he could have prevented, or at least something he think he could have avoided. Deep down he knew that he would have fallen for you one way or another, some things are bound to happen, and love is one of them, but he didn’t want to admit that something as mundane as love could outpower him in his own life.

He was aware of how you felt about him, you weren’t scared to be vocal about it and it drove him mad, and by the way his stoic eyes would gleam and glisten while looking at you, you were certain it was mutual. He knew that if he said the word or gave you signal, you’d be his and he’d be yours, but he couldn’t give you what you wanted, and it was a matter of time before you got tired of him. You were young and beautiful, one the most outstanding creatures he had ever seen, you could do better than him and you’d realize soon enough. Life was too short to waste it on him.

‘What are you waiting for, Levi? Do something about it because it’s getting painful to watch.’

‘Get off my fucking case, Four-eyes.’

Everyone was waiting for him to do something, but he couldn’t. In those moments he remembered the question he wasn’t able to ask his mother: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’ His mother loved him, and she died, just like Isabel and Farlan, he couldn’t love you, because he’ll end up losing you, the same way he lost everyone else.

He was loveless.

But you weren’t, and you found someone to do what he couldn’t do, someone to love you like you deserved.

He didn’t know a lot about them. You looked happier and that was all he cared about. He thought that seeing you with another person would calm his heart and his desires, but they only got worse, there was no way of forgetting about you. You were everywhere.

‘C’mon Levi, do something.’

‘Didn’t I tell you to drop it, Hange?’

His visits stopped but you kept waiting for him, hoping he would come to his senses. You didn’t get it, you really didn’t. He had the opportunity, he could have taken the chance to be with you, but he didn’t, so you moved on, or tried to, you didn’t love your partner, but you could see yourself falling in love with them. However, you still missed Levi, not as a potential lover, but as a friend. The way he erased you from his life as you were nothing broke your heart. What did he want from you?

He wanted everything. He wanted all of you and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He was just frozen in time while you kept moving. He met your partner, they came to visit you once, they were gentle and loving, they looked at you like you were the brightest star in the firmament. They held your hand and kissed your lips. They did all the things he wanted to do. He was jealous, but he didn’t have the right to say something, he had never had the right.

The way he looked at you made you feel guilty, like you were betraying him, and you were so confused and annoyed and angry and mad, and you really wanted to punch him in the face. So, you went to his room that night and stormed in.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘I should be asking that, I’m not the one barging in someone else’s room with no previous invitation.’

He had never seen you like that, so mad and full of rage and it was all directed to him and he knew it was his fault.

‘What do you want of me, Levi?’

He wanted everything.

He wanted you.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Could you please stop making me lose my time?’

He saw it in your face, that was the last straw.

‘You’re selfish, an asshole, a prick and a lot of other things. But above it all, you’re a fucking coward, so much for Humanity’s Strongest. For fucks sake, Levi, I loved you, I still do, but I can’t keep waiting for someone who is too scared to do something about it. I want you and you want me too. What’s stopping you?’

He remembered again, the question he never had the chance to ask: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

You loved him and you weren’t scared of it. But he was, and you were about to leave the room. You turned your back on him and it was now or never. He had to choose: would he let you walk away definitely of his life or would he do something?

For once, he didn’t think, he didn’t listen to his head, he listened to his heart. For so long he made himself believe that he didn’t have a heart, but his heart was right there, beating for you.

He kissed you and you kissed him back.

‘Mine.’

‘Yours.’

5. EROS or Passionate love

You both were private people, you didn’t want people talking about your relationship during its first stages, what you had was precious and new and you wanted to protect it from the world a little longer. That’s why no one really knew about the whole ordeal, well, they knew that something had shifted because you could be in the same room without making everyone uncomfortable with your unsolved issues, but they couldn’t pinpoint what had exactly changed, they just guessed that you sorted everything out, finally.

However, Hange did know what changed. She prided herself on knowing Levi, after many years working with him she had learned that Levi only talked through his body language, so she started paying attention to what his body said instead of listening to the words he spewed. Therefore, when she asked him if he was dating you and he said a short no, he knew he was lying. She noticed how he seemed more at ease, how you had broken up with your partner, the way he would gravitate towards you and that when he looked at you, his eyes weren’t filled with longing and remorse, they were shinier and less cold than usual. So, she obviously knew that something was up, but she kept quiet. She may talk way too much, and people could find her annoying, but at the end of the day she was a good friend, and she would respect that neither of you wanted to make things public.

Keeping things private was harder than he originally thought, he was distant and cold to everyone, but he couldn’t be cold and distant with you when you made him burn inside and he could only think about holding you close. It was weird for him, he had spent so many years deprived of touch that he couldn’t imagine himself getting addicted to it, but he was wrong, so wrong.

You knew that Levi was touch starved, you didn’t need to be a genius to notice. When you picked up his body language and started hearing about his childhood, everything came together: his mother died when he was very young, the most paternal figure he had was toxic and abusive to him and since Isabel and Farlan he didn’t let anyone in easily. Levi wasn’t used to someone doting him and you knew that if you started showering him with affection, it would probably scare him off a little, and that was the last thing you wanted. So, you started slowly: holding hands, gentle caresses, kisses in his cheek, hugs, light pecks on the lips and when you saw that he started getting more comfortable, things started scaling on their own, you let him mark the pace. It wasn’t a quick process, but it was worth it.

After a few months, Levi couldn’t keep his hands of you and he surely didn’t want you to keep your hands off him. This was a new kind of love, at first, on the early stages of your relationship it was playful, but then it evolved into something more passionate: quick pecks turned into open mouthed kisses; holding hands innocently turned into holding you close while you came undone under him again and again; kisses now went lower and lower, exploring new parts of you that he hadn’t seen and that no one else would. He didn’t think that touch could mean so much to him, but it did now, and he knew that couldn’t ever go back to a touchless life where you wouldn’t be there to love him.

6. PHILAUTIA or Self-love

He wasn’t neither deaf, blind or stupid. He could hear what people had to say about your relationship, how you deserved better than him; he could see his reflection on the mirror and how he wasn’t beautiful, at least not as much as you, he wasn’t the male that would make people swoon and he knew that you could have any man or female you wanted, but you chose him, out of every other person, you decided to be with him. He was a lucky bastard and you didn’t make good decisions, what a match.

You would look at him like he held the stars in the sky, and you would touch him like he was about to disappear in any moment, as if he were a dream you were afraid to wake up from. He didn’t get why him, he wasn’t the most handsome, nor the nicest, nor the easiest to love, and you still decided to keep him around. He liked to think that he was smart or cleverer than the average, and yet he couldn’t grasp his head around that the fact you loved him and just him, and that was it, it was as simple as that.

Whenever you heard the things people said about your partner, you went feral, because you knew all those comments fueled the self-hate Levi had. Being loveless for so long it obviously affected the perception he had of himself and you wanted to change that, because he deserved it, he deserved all the happiness in this dull world. He liked to play strong, but you saw through him, and even though he never acted upon them, it hurt him. You wished he could see himself through you eyes, because it caused you pain the mere idea of him thinking less of himself, that he wasn’t worthy of your love.

You would tell him every day how much you loved him, as if you were reciting a prayer to your own god.

‘I love you.’

‘You’re beautiful.’

‘I could stare at you for the rest of my life.’

‘I don’t know what I would do without you.’

You would tell him that he needed to love himself, see the good inside of him, he guessed that that was one the types of love he had yet to discover: self-love. He didn’t see himself capable of loving himself nearly the half of how much you loved him.

‘You know one reason why you should love yourself, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been.’

He didn’t love himself, not yet, but if he was able to make you smile like that, he couldn’t be that unworthy of you.

7. STORGE or Familiar love

He had been avoiding love for as long as he could remember, and then you burst into his life with the force of a typhoon. Love had found him, and he couldn’t get away, you never can, it was a lesson that he had finally accepted.

For so long he saw love as something unnecessary, a burden for the soul. Love ruins you, it stabs you on the back, whenever he let his walls down, love would always take advantage of it and destroy him, bringing him closer to insanity, he had lost himself too many times by loving people and when he met you, he did not want the cycle to repeat itself. He didn’t want more Kuchels, Kennys, Isabels and Farlans, love was merciless, and he wasn’t interested in it, at least that was what he told to himself every day, that he was better off alone. Was all the pain worth it? He thought love came with a high price and he couldn’t afford it. However, things change, life happens, destiny has always something in the store, well, in his case he had someone.

You were his everything, the beacon that brought light in his life, for so long he had been lost, walking amongst shadows, nearly becoming one, and when you appeared you changed the rules of the game, of his game. Every wall he had built around himself came down and you filled every gap his heart was missing. It was the scariest thing he had ever done, letting you in, letting someone in, giving someone else the control of his own heart. You knew the power you held between your hands and you never abused it. You were his solace in this mad world, the oasis in the middle of the desert.

Loving him was not easy, he knew it, he was rude, sharp, too closed off, mean, he was what people liked to call a ‘fucking jerk’ and yet you never gave up on him, on what you had. Instead of leaving when you had the chance, you stayed through thick and thin: through sleepless nights, through his bad moods and grumpiness, through his biting remarks… .You didn’t ran way, you were too stubborn for that, instead you taught him more forms of love.

You were all of the ones he knew and more.

You were selfless, giving him every part of you and loving him with everything you had to offer.

You were his best friend, his companion, the better half of him.

You were playful, joyous, probably the only thing that could make him smile and bring him happiness.

You were consuming, like a fire burning inside of him.

You were passionate, intoxicating.

You were every form of love he had ever experienced, but nothing could have ever prepared him for the kind of love he was experiencing in that moment: the familiar one. The one you feel when you hold your newborn in your trembling hands. It was something he couldn’t describe, there weren’t words for it, he tried to, but he failed every single time.

This was the way his mom loved him, and then he knew how much he had meant for his own mother. While holding little Kuchel on his arms, he remembered all those days and nights on that dirty brothel, all the hours he spent by his mother’s side, how she would do everything to give him the best life and he soon realized there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for his daughter. It wasn’t the best of times to have a child, but in that moment, in that precise instant, when Kuchel opened her grey eyes, he was sure of one thing: he would tear everything and everyone down only to see her smile.

A knock on the door. Another one. Two minutes passed and then Hange, followed by Erwin, entered in the room.

‘Tch, Shitty-glasses, who gave you permission to come in?’

‘My authority as a god-mother.’

‘Don’t make me regret it.’

‘She’s beautiful, what’s her name?’

‘Her name is Kuchel.’

Kuchel was his new world, he loved her so much that it was overwhelming, he would never love someone as much as he loved her, and no one would probably love with the same devotion Levi Ackerman loved his daughter.

‘You know, Kuchel, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I promise you that you will have the best life a man like me can give you. I may be a little cold, perhaps a little strict and you will probably get mad at me sometimes, but no matter what happens, I will love you through everything. And by the way, no dating until I’m dead because no brat will be good enough for you. You deserve the world Kuchel and I’ll give you everything it has to offer. Things may get hard, you aren’t born in the best circumstances, but I’ll protect you because you deserve the life I couldn’t live.’

Kuchel’s first word was ‘dadda’.

Kuchel’s first steps were pointed towards his father.

Kuchel’s favorite pastime was being in his father’s arms.

Kuchel could only sleep after his father had kissed her forehead.

And Kuchel would never love someone as much as he loved his father, because she loved him as much as he loved her.

8. PRAGMA or Enduring love

He was old and wrinkly, he was scarred, mutilated and there were days he couldn’t sleep because the nightmares were too real. But he was happy, he was married to the most beautiful and special person he had ever met, he had a loving daughter, a bunch of brats he was proud to call grandchildren and the tea shop he had always dreamed about.

Life hadn’t been fair to him. He had lost so many people he cared about, he had fought a war and he had had the weight of the world on his shoulders. But, after all, after the tortures, the adversities, the deaths… He had people who loved and whom he loved.

Love was worth it. He had finally learned that.

At his seventies he found out about the last kind of love, the enduring, the one that lasts and survives in time. He loved his family above everything, and he would love them long after his bones turn into ashes and no one remembers his name.

Then he recalled that question he never got to ask his mother: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

He looked at the sky and smiled.

‘After all someone was fool enough to love me mom, who would have thought?’

A gentle breeze caressed his skin and a single tear fell from his eye.

‘I guess that’s the way you have of answering the question.’

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends.

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased.

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly.

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone.

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times.

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his.

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off.

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this.

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further.

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded.

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!”

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously.

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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Mad Dogs (Kyotani x Reader)

A/N: soft kyotani is on my mind, luv that angry boy. anywayz I'm working on a long Osamu fic to satiate my burning desire for the onigiri man, it'll be out eventually so enjoy this for now :)

Pairing: Kyotani Kentaro x gn!reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: None ! My run on sentences

Kyotani could count the times he was genuinely confused on one hand. The time he asked his sister if she was being such a bitch because she was on her period and she responded by threatening to push him down the stairs, the time in first-year when the teacher introduced moles during chemistry, and now, you.

Ever since the beginning of second-year, your actions have never failed to leave the spiker in a state of confusion. One day you sat next to him at lunch, smiling kindly before opening your bento, talking about your day while occasionally asking questions. He never answered them, and you just shrugged and continued on.

He didn’t speak to you for the first week, and when he did, he snapped at you, telling you to leave him alone. You just rolled your eyes and told him “Eat your lunch Kyotani-san, you’ll be less cranky afterwards.” (he did feel better, not that he’d ever tell you.) You’d even bring him food every once in a while, usually when he had a game (not that he ever played). Even when he told you that, you’d just shrug and smile softly, “You never know, so you better eat up, just in case.”

He even thought that Yahaba had possibly put you up to it, in some weird attempt to get him to be a better teammate, but when he brought it up to the setter he just looked at Kyotani oddly and asked, “(Y/N)? Is that the person with the earrings? I’ve never talked to them.” So you just apparently just decided one day to befriend him. (Wait, befriend? You’re not actually friends… are you?)

Another odd thing about you, your accessories. While Aoba Johsai is a private school, it is rather lax on its uniform policy. As long as you had some semblance of the uniform on, you were golden. It gave Kyotani the freedom to cut and dye his hair and wear eyeliner, and it gave you the freedom to wear your… earrings? He asked you about them one day, what they were.

You looked at him bemusedly, “Um, they’re earrings Kyo-san.” When he continued to look at you deadpan, you playfully rolled your eyes, “I was joking! I make them myself, see? Today I’m wearing my beetle ones, and I wore my frog ones yesterday! I just get plastic figures and…” He half-listened while you explained your process, but he found himself focusing on you and not your words. He took in the dopey smile on your face, the way your eyes brightened, and how your hands were more animated while talking about your interests. It was… cute. (Wait, cute? When did he think you were cute?) If you saw the slight blush on his face, you didn’t say anything, which he was thankful for.

After months of eating lunch together, and occasionally accompanying you to the train station, Kyotani found himself coming to the confounding conclusion, he liked you. And not in the ‘I tolerate you’ way. He liked you in the ‘almost got in a fight when someone made fun of your hobby’ way or the ‘I get this weird feeling in my chest when I’m not with you, but when I’m with you I get a weird feeling in my stomach’ way. He had no idea what to do, so he turned to one of the only other people he respected, putting his pride aside to ask for help.

“What did you just say?” His sister looked at him like he had just grown another head. He rolled his eyes, patience thinning. “I said, how do I ask someone out?” It took her a few moments to snap out of whatever daze she was in, a Grinch-like smile appearing (at least, that’s how It looked to him), and she leaned forward. “Aww, does Kenta have a crush? Why don’t you tell me about this mystery person and I’ll tell you the best way to ask ‘em out.” He grits his teeth as he begrudgingly obliged.

After a very painful conversation with his older sister that ended with a “Get them something they like, but not something obvious, something that would show you’ve not only listened, but retained what you know about them.” Kyotani grumbled at the memory, he can’t believe he had to go through all that just to be told something he already knows. He shook his head and got back to the task at hand. He looked at the shelf in front of him, pursing his lips as he contemplated on which one to buy. He thought back to what you’ve worn in the past and decided on one, grabbing two packs and going to the checkout.

It took him three days to do it. The first day he forgot them at home, the second day you had a club meeting, and yesterday he just couldn’t do it. He got in his own head and chickened out. But not today. Today as soon as you sat down next to him in the courtyard, in the shade of one of the many trees on campus, Kyotani thrust the packs toward you, refusing to make eye contact as his cheeks dusted pink. You eyed him warily, but took them nonetheless. When you opened them, you gasped softly.

“Kyo! You got these for me?” You took his silence for an answer and he was glad he glanced at your face at that moment. You had the dopiest smile on your face, eyes big and bright, filled with an emotion he knew all too well. His cheeks darkened and he moved his gaze to your earrings, giraffes. You clutched the packs of plastic figurines to your chest before placing them in your bag. He took the moment to take a deep breath, finally able to think with your eyes off of him. He nodded determinedly to himself and when you turned back around you were surprised to find him closer, gaze unwavering.

“(Y/N).” You raised an eyebrow, “That’s me.” He took another deep breath. (Why was this so hard?) “I like you.” Your cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink, to match his own, and your smile this time was softer, yet held more emotion behind it. You stared at him for a moment, and he tried, and failed, to not freak out. (Why weren’t you responding? Oh god did he make a mistake? He was going to kill his sister, why did he think she would have good advice she never dates any-) His spiralling thoughts were cut off by the feeling of soft lips on his cheek. It only lasted a moment, the spot you kissed burning as his gaze snapped to yours, finding your face much, much closer than before, noses almost touching.

You whispered his name, breath fanning across his face as he tried to keep his gaze level with yours, to not look at your lips. Though when your eyes flickered to his own his only thought was, fuck it. And so he closed the very short distance between you two, cupping your cheek gently as he kissed you. Your hand circled his wrist lightly as you reciprocated, tilting your head slightly, deepening the kiss. Your lips moved against each other a little messily at first, but quickly finding the right rhythm. You gripped his wrist a little tighter, moving to scoot closer, wanting to eliminate any and all space between you two when-

“MAD DOG-CHAN IS THAT YOU? OH MY GOD ARE YOU KISSING SOMEONE” You broke apart with a gasp, turning toward the noise to see four figures about fifteen feet away, when your eyes focused you could see they were the third-years from the volleyball team, Oikawa standing with his hands on his hips, wide grin ever-present. Kyotani growled, eyes focused on the third-years. You squeezed his wrist, turning your face to kiss his palm. He looked at you and you smiled. You took his hand from your face and intertwined it with your own before turning to the ones responsible for the interruption. You waved with a big smile and the third-years laughed and waved back before continuing on towards the school. You turned back to Kyotani, kissing him lightly again before pulling away, a playful smirk on your face. “Mad Dog-chan?” He groaned, hand not intertwined coming up to cover his face as you laughed.

BONUS---

Practice was just ending when you walked into the gym, having just finished your own club activities. You waved in greeting as you passed other players, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend as you pecked his lips, pulling away slightly with a smile. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, smiling softly. You pulled away fully after a few moments, allowing him to pack his bag. Oikawa came over while he was changing shoes, throwing an arm over your shoulder casually. “Ah (Y/N)-chan! I see you finally turned in your manager application! Don’t worry, it was mostly for formalities, not just anyone can calm down Mad Dog-chan like you- wait, what are those!” He gripped your shoulders as he manoeuvred you in front of him, looking intently just below your ear, you smiled mischievously. “Do you like them? I was inspired by your nickname for Kenta!” You cupped your earring gently as you showed Oikawa (and the other third-years who wandered over to see what earrings you had in today). They laughed as they took them in, dangling from your ears was a pair of blonde colored dogs, each with exaggerated eyebrows pulled down into a ‘v’ shape crudely drawn on, making the dogs look comically angry. “They’re mad dogs!”

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hwa-joongie · 3 years

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Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Location: Y/n & Seonghwa’s apartment

Names: Baby/Princess (for s/o), Baby/Oppa/Sir (for Seonghwa)

Word count: 4,171 :))))))))

(T/W) Kinks: daddy/oppa kink, hair pulling, oral, hard dom Seonghwa, choking, dacryphilia, begging, spanking, praising, degradation, filming/camera, over stimulation, sub y/n, after care, accidental leak of videos

Seonghwa has been at the agency for what felt like days to y/n. Seonghwa was getting ready for a comeback so he would have long nights at the agency just to come how and sleep the whole time he got off. While y/n was at home cleaning and cooking for him so that way he would have a home cooked meal whenever he would get home. Seonghwa was grateful to her for what she did. But as time grew y/n started to feel more lonely. One night it was supposed to be a night where Seonghwa was off. Y/n had the whole night planned out. But the boy's managers told him that they had to do a live last minute due to them having a comeback soon.

Seonghwa had texted y/n saying ‘Hey baby. I won’t be able to make it tonight. The managers told us at the last minute that we needed to do a live. I’ll try to be home soon, ok?’ Once y/n got that text she already had dinner made on the table with candles lit. She read the text sighing at it texting him back saying ‘Ok. Well I just got done making dinner baby so it’ll be in the fridge when you get back. I’m going to take a shower.’ y/n locked her phone putting up all the food trying to not cry. After Seonghwa read his girlfriend’s text he sighed about to text her back until he heard Wooyoung say “What kind of ice cream do you guys want?” Seonghwa told his younger member what he wanted forgetting to text y/n back and started playing a game waiting on the boy to come back so they could start the live.

As y/n finished her shower getting dressed in her pajamas she decided to call f/n to tell her what happened. f/n picked up the phone saying “Hey! What’s up?” y/n, who had her phone on speaker, said “I’m upset.” Her friend then said “What happened?” y/n sighed, rolling over on her stomach saying “Well Seonghwa was supposed to spend some time with me tonight. I had a whole night planned out. I made dinner. I lit the candles that were on the table. I even broke out the good wine. But I got a text as I was putting the food on the table from him saying that he won’t be able to make it because the managers told him at the last minute that they need to do a live. I already put the food up and I already took a shower. So I’m practically ready for bed pissed off.” f/n who was sitting in her studio in their old apartment said “You know you can always tease him into coming home right?” y/n's ears perked up saying “Answer my FaceTime.” y/n jumped up from the bed FaceTiming f/n. She answered the phone only to see her best friend rummaging through the clothes hanging up in her walk-in closet. She finally found what she was looking for holding 5 hangers in her hand. y/n held up a black lingerie bodysuit saying “This one?” f/n looked at it saying “Come closer.” y/n was still holding out saying “Remember I bought this when we went to the mall back home?” f/n nodded her head saying “Yes I remember. But it looks old so that’s out.” y/n tossed it to her right holding up a white bodysuit f/n automatically said “The color compliments your skin. So it’s a maybe.” y/n set it on the door handle and lifted up a red one. f/n shook her head saying “I’m not a fan of it.” y/n said while tossing it to her right “Ok so that’s a no” y/n then held up a light purple bodysuit saying “This ones my favorite.” f/n looked at it saying “Does he like that color though?” y/n shook her head “No he doesn’t like the color but he loves it on me..” f/n then sighed saying “Then it’s a no.” y/n then said “This one is the last one.” She held up a dark blue colored bodysuit f/n immediately said “Yes. That’s the one.”

y/n decided it would be best to do her hair and make up while f/n was on the phone so that way she was able to tell her what to fix and what to do. y/n’s phone finally went off with a notification from the boy's V-Live channel saying that they were now live. y/n said “Hold on imma grab my laptop.” y/n ran off screen to grab her laptop from her side table getting on FaceTime there while watching the live on her phone. Ateez then said “8 makes 1 team! Hello we're Ateez!” HongJoong started talking about what all they were doing and what they were going to be talking about. f/n said “Why is my boyfriend so hot?” y/n, who was doing her mascara, looked over at her friend saying “Because we choose hot boyfriends that’s why!” f/n nodded in agreement saying “Do a Cherry red color lipstick then you should be good!” y/n nodded her head saying “Ok! I’m going to hop off so that way I can start the teasing process.” f/n smiled saying “Good luck! Try to not die!” y/n hung up the FaceTime putting on a red lip stain knowing if she put on regular lipstick it would be all over her face. She then got changed into the lingerie set.

Whenever Seonghwa would go on tour and couldn’t bring y/n she would almost always tease him. But whenever he would come home she would have to call off work for a few days knowing she wouldn’t be able to walk let alone deal with the consequences he had in store for teasing him while he was away. y/n knew what she was doing when she took f/ns advice. That's why f/n told her to not die because she knew what was going to happen to her best friend. y/n got situated on the ground in front of their body length mirror. Snapping a quick picture of her typing out ‘Man I wish you were home right now you look so good on the live..:(‘ sending it to Seonghwa. On the other end Seonghwa was eating his ice cream in the conference room with all the boys at the end of the table. His phone buzzed in his hands seeing it was a text from his girlfriend. He clicked on it thinking it was just her telling him goodnight but in actuality it was the picture she sent to him. He was able to shield his phone away from the members that were sitting next to him. He looked up at the phone with a smirk texting back ‘Oh no. Is someone not following the rules right now?’ Seonghwa knew he had to hurry up with the live but he couldn’t make it seem obvious. He started eating his ice cream when he got a text from y/n saying ‘Man I wish I was that ice cream:( you know you could’ve had me by now but you have to work.’

Seonghwa smirked down at his phone typing back ‘Baby I’m going to need you to stop or else you’re gonna have to be punished. You don’t want that do you?’ y/n smirked, finally getting Seonghwa where she wanted. She snapped a picture of her in the mirror ass up saying ‘But I’m already ready to be punished come home oppa.’ Once Seonghwa got that text he felt his pants get a bit tighter. Seonghwa looked over to his left and whispered to HongJoong saying “I need to go like now.” HongJoong looked at him confused but once he saw his best friend adjusting his pants he sent a text to the manager that was behind the phone telling him that Seonghwa wasn’t feeling too good and that they needed to cut the live short by a few minutes. The manager gave the ok to end it letting the boys know it was time to go. They said bye to all the fans turning off the live Seonghwa was the first to get up rushing out of the room causing the boys to look at HongJoong who said “He has to go deal with y/n.” The boys now understanding the situation Mingi said “Ew. That’s disgusting. I did not need to hear that. She’s like my little sister.” Seonghwa texted y/n, 'You better be on your knees in front of the mirror by the time I get there.’ y/n texted f/n saying ‘Thank you for the help. I’m going to die tonight.:)’ f/n then texted back ‘Have fun!’

Since Seonghwa took y/n’s car to work today he sped home only to find out that y/n did what he told her to do. She was sat all pretty in front of the mirror with her hands in her lap. He smiled at the girl saying “So you do know how to listen baby girl. I’m surprised.” y/n smiled saying “Well you did tell me to be on my knees by the time you get here so I did what you told me.” Seonghwa looked down at her saying “You’re wearing my favorite too. Did you just want daddy to come home?” He lifted her chin up caressing her cheek with his thumb. She nodded her head saying “Yes sir.” Seonghwa smirked down at the girl saying “You baby you have to be punished because you broke two of the rules.” y/n smiled saying “But you liked it didn’t you?” He shook his head “Don’t be bratty. Or else the punishment will be worse.” y/n took his thumb into her mouth sucking it while looking up at him. He looked down at her groaning, saying “You’re killing me baby.” y/n pulled her mouth away with a pop saying “Good Oppa.” He looked at her in the eyes saying “I guess I have to shut you up huh?”

y/n who was now looking up at him saying “Yes sir.” He grabbed ahold of her hair pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail saying “You know what to do princess.” y/n eagerly undid his belt and pants lightly touching Seonghwas bulge in the process. Once his cock sprung free she looked up at him as if asking to start. He only nodded his head saying “Go ahead princess.” y/n automatically went ahead wrapping her mouth around him going all the way down. She had her hands on his thighs which he swatted away saying “No hands. You know this.” y/n put her hands behind her back. y/n was only able to get half of his dick in her mouth until he thrusted the rest of his length in her mouth causing her to put her hands on his thigh.

He pulled out of her mouth that had strings of saliva from her mouth on his dick. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow saying “What have I said about your hands? Are you going to be a good slut and take it or am I going to have to make you?” y/n looked up saying “Make me daddy.” He then let go of her hair causing her to drop back onto the heels of her feet. He walked over to the closet opening the drawer, he came out of the closet with a pair of handcuffs. Seonghwa looked at the girl saying “This will stop you don’t you think?” He cuffed y/n’s hands behind her back he grabbed ahold of her hair again tying it up with the hair tie that is always on his wrist. He looked down saying “Open. Now.” y/n obeyed the man standing in front of her by opening her mouth. He then pushed all of his dick in her mouth causing her to gag. He chuckled saying “I know you can take all of it to stop messing around. Keep it open for me just like that.” As Seonghwa started face fucking her causing tears to run down her face spit dropping onto her chest he moaned out “You’re being such a good slut for me beautiful. Taking all of me. Look at those tears.” As he was coming close to his edge he pulled out saying “You’re not getting my cum just yet baby girl. Come on, let’s get you on the bed.” He helped her stand up due to the fact she was still handcuffed. He undid them causing her to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. He mumbled against her lips “Jump.” as he said that she jumped up into his arms. He walked her over to the bed laying her down saying “I’m sorry for me being at work all the time. Since you did so well taking all of me it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

Seonghwa did his best to take off the bodysuit without ripping it. He finally succeeded looking at y/n smiling. y/n said “Thank you for not ripping it.” Seonghwa then said “I can’t rip my favorite outfit on you can I?” y/n smiled saying “You could have. If you wanted to buy me a new one.” He shook his head saying “I would’ve bought you a new one anyways. All you have to do is ask. Now just enjoy this ok?” y/n nodded her head listening to her boyfriend who was now kissing down her body leaving marks all over her. Once he got to her sweet spot on her neck he made sure to leave a hickey right there causing her to bite her tongue. He looked up at her saying “Let out those moans for me beautiful. I want the neighbors to hear how good I’m making you feel.” With Seonghwa saying that y/n let out a moan. Seonghwa smirked, satisfied with hearing her moans falling from her mouth. Seonghwa made his way down until he reached her thighs. He pushed them apart, kissing the inside of one while caressing the other teasing y/n. y/n moaned as the soft kisses got closer to her heat. Seonghwa let the hand that was caressing her thigh he let it just graze the side of it causing her to let out a whine saying “Stop teasing me.” Seonghwa looked up from in between her thighs saying “Remember how I said you broke two rules? This is one of the punishments, baby. Now if you’re a good girl I’ll let you cum on my tongue.” y/n threw her head back onto the pillow saying “But I had good intentions for breaking those rules!” Seonghwa chuckled, going back in between her thighs saying “Well your actions have consequences.” He started back to kissing one thigh while one hand started to caress her heat.

Once he felt like y/n had enough teasing he decided to finally give in to her. He kissed right on her clit making her shiver in pleasure smirking at the wetness he caused he said “Did I do that?” y/n hummed in response to him. He wanted her to use her words so he gave her pussy a little love slap saying “Use your words beautiful. Or else I’m going to stop.” y/n moaned saying “Yes you did oppa.” He smiled while rubbing his index finger up and down through her wet slits saying “And who is the only one that can do this? Hm?” y/n let out a moan saying “You sir.” Seonghwa, being happy with her response, said “Good girl. I think you deserve to cum on my tongue now.” And with that he pushed in a finger and let his mouth latch onto her clit. She let out a sigh in relief that he was finally letting her feel some type of friction down there. She grabbed onto his black hair holding him where he was trying to keep him there. He pulled away from her pussy saying “How does my baby feel? Hm?” y/n said “I need more please.” Seonghwa looked at her with a raised eyebrow saying “More? Like another finger?” y/n screamed out “Yes please! I need more! I need your tongue and fingers please daddy!” Seonghwa then said “All you had to do was ask.” He pushed in a second finger while saying “You’re so tight baby I may need to fuck you more.” He started going at a decent pace not really going fast or slow.

y/n let out a big moan saying “I’m close oppa. Don’t stop!” That caused Seonghwa to move his hand faster as y/n reached her climax. Seonghwa pulled out his fingers putting them in his mouth while saying “You still taste as sweet as ever baby. Now do you want me to fuck you like a slut or are you done for the night?” y/n looked down at the boy who was on his elbows saying “Please fuck me like a slut.” That caused Seonghwa to smirk and the words she said brought out demon Seonghwa. He said “Well then. Get face down ass up facing the mirror. I’m recording this tonight baby. So that way I can go back and watch when I’m missing my cock sleeve.”

y/n did as she was told, getting into the position while Seonghwa undressed of the clothes that were still on him. y/n was now on the corner of the bed ass up waiting for Seonghwa. As she felt the bed dip she stuffed her face into their white comforter. Seonghwa caressed her ass before giving one cheek a slap saying “Count.” y/n’s eyes were now brimming with tears as he spanked each cheek 15 times. He then said “Don’t do that again, got it?” y/n nodded her only to have Seonghwa to grab the ponytail pulling her head up saying “What did I say about using your words huh?” y/n saw her face in the mirror saying “I’m sorry I meant to say yes sir.” Seonghwa said “Good slut. Now are you going to take all of me or do I have to stop here?” y/n shook her head fast saying “No please! I’ll be good!” Seonghwa smiled at the mirror seeing his girlfriend's tear stained face saying “That’s my good girl.” As he said that he pushed himself in without any warning bottoming out in her. He groaned while feeling her tight walls clench around him. He said “You’re still so tight even after I prepped you.” After Seonghwa bottomed out he automatically hit y/n’s g-spot. Causing her to grip onto the bed sheets harder turning her knuckles white. Seonghwa started at a decent pace letting y/n get used to the feeling knowing it has been awhile since they’ve been intimate like this.

Once y/n got comfortable she said “Faster please.” Seonghwa grabbed ahold of her neck from behind holding up his cellphone pointing it towards the mirror saying “Say that again baby so the camera can hear you.” y/n then screamed out “Faster please!” Seonghwa chuckled saying “That’s my girl. You’re such a cock hungry slut aren’t you?” y/n who’s eyes were now closed in pleasure said “Yes oh my god yes! Don’t stop daddy please!” That caused Seonghwa to turn off his camera throwing it to the top of the bed. His one hand still on her neck the other now on her waist pounding harder into her. That caused y/n to cum for the second time. Seonghwa let go her neck letting her fall back onto the bed. Seonghwa gave no mercy not stopping as she came undone fucking her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her ass saying “You’re doing so well baby. Can you give me two more?” y/n shook her head saying “No I can’t.” Seonghwa pulled out causing y/n to whine at the loss of friction. He flipped her over onto her back saying “You can give me two more. I know you can baby.” Seonghwa was now in between her legs on his knees. He kissed her knee going down on her thigh biting it lightly causing her to let out a gasp causing him to smile when y/n looked down at her thigh they’re was now a love bite she looked up at him saying “Really?” He moved his body up saying “I got to have my baby girl remember who she belongs to.” He kissed her hard pushing himself back into causing y/n to gasp into the kiss giving Seonghwa a chance to put his tongue in her mouth.

As Seonghwa pushed deeper into her smirking saying “How many more are you giving me baby?” y/n looked up into Seonghwas eyes saying “Two oppa.” Seonghwa smiled at the girl saying “That’s my good girl.” He put a hand on her throat saying “Now can I fuck you how I want now?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir. Use my body however you want. I’m your toy.” He smiled saying “Well in that case I’m not going easy and I’m going to need you to cum more than twice.” y/n nodded her head as Seonghwa started thrusting in and out of her. Seonghwa had one hand pressed down on her throat while the other was on her boob twisting and pinching it causing y/n to cum for the first time in the new position. Seonghwa looked at the girl beneath him saying “That’s my girl. Give me another.” Seonghwa threw one of her legs over his shoulder causing him to go deeper hitting a new spot causing y/n’s legs to shake and her to moan. He moved his hand from her throat to her leg holding it against him kissing her calve. He pounded into her even harder chasing his high back. y/n was almost over the edge when Seonghwa said “I’m going to cum in you. Take it like a good slut got it?” y/n nodded her head saying “Yes sir fill me up please.” y/n’s eyes rolled back as she hit her climax clenching around Seonghwa causing him to cum. He pulled out of her flopping down on the bed next to her pulling her in close saying “You know the things I say I don’t mean right? Like those names I would never call you besides in the bedroom.” y/n smiled snuggling deeper into his chest saying “I know baby. You say it everytime. Can we get dressed and eat I’m hungry.” Seonghwa laughed saying “Yes after I clean you up.” Seonghwa got up from the bed walking into their bathroom. y/n’s phone then started to ring she rolled over grabbing it off the charger answering it without seeing who was calling. f/n was FaceTiming her she answered it to see f/n holding in her laughs saying “Looks like you had fun thank god you’re not dead. But you may want to die after I tell you what I’m about to tell you.” y/n looked at her friend confused saying “What do you need to tell me?”

f/n then said the unthinkable “Seonghwa accidentally sent the video he took of you in the mirror to the group chat.” y/n clicked out of the call opening up the group chat to see the boys now talking about Seonghwa and about how hot y/n looked. y/n then yelled “SEONGHWA! WE NEED TO TALK.” Seonghwa came in with a wet rag saying “Yeah what’s up?” f/n then said “Check the group chat.” Seonghwa grabbed his phone opening the group chat seeing what all happened saying “Oh my god. What did I do..” Wooyoung then texted in the group chat ‘I mean I knew Seonghwa hyung liked being called oppa but who would’ve thought he was into stuff like that. Especially little innocent y/n.’ Seonghwa then said “I’m sorry baby! I’m so sorry!” y/n rolled her eyes saying “I’ll call you later f/n!” f/n waved bye to the girl before she hung up. y/n said “I’m not mad just embarrassed and at least they now know how you treat me.” Seonghwa smiled kissing her lips saying “I love you baby!” y/n kissed him back saying “I love you too! Now can we get cleaned up please I feel all gross and sticky.” Seonghwa nodded saying “Yes baby then we can get some food.”

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Pain Is For The Living [Javier Peña x F!Reader] - Chapter 1 (SMUT)

Summary: Sex work in the heat of 1980’s Colombia was never going to be a walk in the park. Especially not when you had a crush on your number one client, agent Javier Peña. You’d been warned about him and his reputation, but after one very specific incident that would change your life forever, you find yourself attached to him like never before and you’d do anything to make him yours. Even if it means endangering your own life.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (male receiving oral), allusions to sex, reader works in a brothel, PTSD, anxiety, panic attack, mention of drugs, guns, character death, typical Narcos themes.

Word count: 4000>

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It was the hottest summer in twenty years; or at least that’s what the weather lady had told you when you were getting ready for work this morning.

You’d been searching for your best friend Rosa all over the brothel, asking your colleagues if they’d seen her anywhere. They all shook their heads or shrugged their shoulders before disregarding your presence completely so they could get back to their conversations. You understood their cold nature to a degree. You were new and fresh-faced in Bogotá, and this sex work was the only thing paying your rent. Sometimes you got the feeling they didn’t like you, but you did your best to shrug it off. The manner of your job wasn’t an easy one, that’s for sure. But Rosa had been with you from day one. Not only was she your only friend, but also, she was a mentor, and she taught you everything you needed to know about being a successful sex worker in the heat of Colombia.

You finally found Rosa outside the brothel, leaning against the brick wall, her sunglasses perched on the curve of her nose. Immediately something felt off. You couldn’t put your finger one what exactly it was, but everything about Rosa’s demeanor concerned you. The cigarette that she held between her fingers was almost completely puffed out, with just a noticeable pink lipstick stain on the foot of the filter paper. You stood next to her and leaned against the same wall, by her side. You noticed her shoulders relax a little at your presence, but Rosa still didn’t say a word. It was strange. She was usually bubbly and talkative, eager to tell you all the gossip she had learned from her clients.

“Peppermint for your thoughts?” you asked Rosa, diving into your pocket and bringing out a carton of peppermint candies. As you waited for her response, you placed one on your tongue and sucked on it longingly. You’d been working long hours and it was the first thing you’d eaten all day.

“In a minute,” she said, dismissing the sweet and wiggling her finger in the air. She huffed and narrowed her eyes, watching the busy roads intently before taking one final drag off the cigarette. She stumped the end out and threw it away, but the cigarette that was once in between her lips was now replaced with her thumb as she nervously bit at her nails. “Has Limón come by today?” she asked you eventually.

You knew the cab driver. He’d frequented the brothel a number of times. Rosa often had a lot to say about him until suddenly, she just didn’t.

“Not that I know of,” you replied innocently, but something still felt so incredibly wrong. “Rosa, is everything okay?”

Rosa’s head snapped to face you, and for the first time you noticed the fear strike in her honey coloured eyes. She sighed and pursed her lips together, before raising her hand and cupping your face. Her thumb grazed the height of your cheekbone and she finally smiled. But it wasn’t like her usual smile. It was soft and— sad.

“Of course,” she told you. “Nothing to worry about.”

And you knew better than to push Rosa, so you decided to leave it at that.

Silence with Rosa was comfortable. You both observed the bustling streets of Bogotá. You were thinking about the simpler things in life, like whether or not you could afford the luxury of canned spaghetti hoops in advance of this month’s rent payment, or where in the brothel you’d left your signature lipstick. Rosa, on the other hand…

“He’s an agent you know.” She announced suddenly.

You furrowed your eyebrows together. “Who? Limón?”

Rosa let out a bark of incredulous laughter, and you assumed as such. “No no, not Limón. I’m talking about Peña.”

You felt your cheeks warm up at the initial mention of his name, and you tried to fight back a smile. You had to keep cool in front of Rosa. Sure, the whole brothel knew about your crush on your client but only Rosa’s opinion mattered to you. “Javier?” you quizzed, as if you needed to question who Peña could possibly be.

Rosa rolled her eyes playfully and you stifled a laugh, realising how silly you sounded. “You’ve got it bad huh?” Rosa acknowledged and you felt a flush of shame creep upon your cheeks. “It’s okay. When I first started out I had countless crushes on my clients.” she confessed, and her revelation made you feel somewhat better about yourself.

“How do you know that… about Javier?” you wondered out loud, biting your lip and trying to sound as casual as possible. You’re the girl he’d been fucking with for the past two months and he hadn’t dared open up to you about a single personal detail in his life. Truth be told, that’s what made him different from the other guys. So if anyone was to know anything about the man, it should be you. Why wasn’t it you? You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy that your beautiful best friend was seemingly omniscient. “Have… have you been sleeping with him?”

Rosa frowned apologetically and smoothed out your hair. “No honey. I wouldn’t do that to you,” she promised and you nodded your head slowly. You had no reason not to believe her but she still hadn’t answered your question. Just as you went to prod her further, she opened her mouth. “But be careful. Crushes on clients can be dangerous. You never really know who you’re working with. Javier has a… reputation amongst the brothels in Bogotá.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat… a lump that you didn’t even realise you were holding back. “He seems nice. Respectful.” you admitted with a slight shrug of your shoulders. You’d be foolish to dismiss a word of advice from Rosa, but warning you about Javier…? You knew him better than that. You knew him. You had every inch of his body memorised. You could spot his scent from a mile away. You knew he was a good guy.

Rosa hummed slightly before squinting at an oncoming truck that was pulling up outside the brothel. “Speak of the devil.” She muttered.

“Javier!” you couldn’t help but beam excitedly. You quickly turned to face Rosa. “Could I borrow your lipstick? I lost mine and I-” Out of nowhere, Rosa pulled out her pink lipstick and passed it to you. You took it willingly and gave her a quick hug of gratitude. “Thank you.” you mumbled into her neck before pulling away.

“Be careful!” Rosa called after you as you ran back inside the brothel and into the lobby where you’d wait for Javier.

Be careful. You chuckled a little at her words. You had nothing to worry about. You quickly applied your lipstick with as much precision as possible and checked your hair in one of the many mirrors. Your heart rate picked up speed the second you saw him enter the lobby. Today, he was wearing one of his trademark colourful button down shirts - this one, a pale yellow colour that was comparable to the sunshine. He was frowning, just like always, but the bright colour on him radiated an air of enlightenment.

He looked around the lobby in search of you, and when his eyes finally landed on you, he immediately felt at ease. You waved him over with a smirk and he took off his aviators, hanging them in the v of his shirt. His eyes were beautiful, like the deepest shade of cocoa. You made an unfortunate habit of getting lost in them at any given moment.

“Hi Javi,” you cooed, placing the palm of your hand on his chest. “You’re early today.”

“I can’t stay long,” he grumbled. “Have to get back to the office. Can we make it quick?”

You tilted your head curiously. “What do you have in mind?”

Javier brought out his wallet and handed you enough peso’s to cover an easy blowjob. He looked up at you, hopefully, with an adorable sheepish grin on his face. You took the money from him and nodded your head before taking his hand and guiding him to your room.

It was the room he’d grown completely accustomed to the past few months. He knew his way around. He was comfortable. He closed the door behind him and immediately worked at undoing his belt. You glanced over at his payment that you’d discarded on your dresser and thought long and hard. You really liked Javier. Enough so that you felt weird about taking his money. He was different to the other guys. You fucked men because they were paying you, but you fucked Javier because you liked it. You wanted it. Every second he wasn’t with you… you only craved him more.

Too lost in your own thought, you’d forgotten the man of your dreams was standing by the door waiting to get sucked off. He cleared his throat awkwardly and your head snapped in his direction to face him, your eyes going comically wide. You felt embarrassed that you’d left him waiting and quickly paced over to him, kneeling down and unzipping his denim jeans. He was already hard, judging by the familiar shaped imprint against his thigh.

“Everything okay?” he hummed as you pulled out his cock. His question turned into a slight garble as soon as your fingers graced his leaking head. You gathered his precum and rubbed it along his thick length and his eyes immediately snapped shut.

“Yes. Why?” you asked innocently before pressing a kiss to his slit. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with wide doe-eyes.

“Looked like something was preying on your mind.” Javier muttered, scrunching his face up in pleasure as you licked a stripe along the base of his cock. You extended your hand to massage his balls and you continued to pump at his length.

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” You beckoned further. “To let go?”

“Fuck,” Javier hissed. “More.” he pleaded and you quickly obeyed, wrapping your lips around his head and pushing his cock deep into your mouth. You felt his body tense up and he threw his head back against the wooden door. “More!” he choked out.

You hollowed your cheeks and sank your lips as far as you could go, so his groomed pubic hair tickled the tip of your nose. Tears began to prick your eyes and you pulled off him quickly to gasp for breath. Javier was heaving and panting too, and you took a second to look up at him and lick your lips. He was so perfect, a thin sheen of sweat glistened along his collarbones, only just noticeable under the dim amber lights of your room. Before he could catch you staring like a hopeless lovebird, you reattached your lips around his cock and finished up the blowjob, feeling more than satisfied when his ropes of cum spilled into your mouth.

Once his cock softened enough to tuck himself back in, he zipped up his jeans and redone his belt but not before helping you stand. Meeting respectful guys like Javier Peña in your line of work was a rarity, that’s for sure. Still you couldn’t help but think about Rosa’s words as you watched him smooth out his shirt. No visible police badge. No signs that he was an agent. To say it irked you was an understatement. How did she know he was an agent? There wasn’t a chance he told her… not when he was so secretive with you. You’d been fucking him for two months now and you didn’t know a single detail about his life. You didn’t know where he lived, or how old he was, or if he had any siblings. Rosa might have been your best friend, and she swore to you that she wasn’t sleeping with him on the side, so how did she know?

Of course, it could’ve easily all been bullshit. She could’ve been scheming a way to get you to fall out of love with him. Nobody likes a cop. You couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard you tried, but you knew for sure Rosa would never want to hurt you. You were annoyed for letting yourself get so irrational. You just wished… you wished that he’d talk to you. Treat you more than just some whore he got to use at his own beck and call. Your stomach twisted when you realised that was exactly all you were. A fool facing the wrath of unrequited love. You sighed and grabbed his jacket from the bed.

“Thank you,” he said, taking his jacket and swinging it over his strong forearm. It was too hot outside to wear. You nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything.

For the first time since meeting Javier Peña, you had let yourself get hurt, and for no good reason either. You couldn’t confront him about it. You couldn’t tell him no matter how much he asked you. You just had to suck it up and get over him. He was a client and that was all he could be. Nothing more. Rosa was right. Falling for your customers was a dangerous deal.

“You’re my favourite, you know.” Javier announced, his voice low and heated. You locked your eyes on his.

“What?” you asked, completely taken aback.

“You’re my favourite girl,” he clarified with a small shrug, as if his comment wasn’t life-changing. Just like that, you were once again putty in Javier Peña’s hands. Your determination to get over him lasted all of five seconds. Before you could reply, he took a step closer to you, breaking any distance and placed a hand on your cheek. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin noticeably longer than usual.

You weren’t mad anymore. Your feelings for him were restored just like that. Your eyes were wide as he pulled away from you and licked his lower lip. You felt like you were melting over the sweet menial gesture. You wanted to say something - anything. You wanted to pull him on top of you and crash your lips against his. But no matter how hard you tried to say something, no words came out. All you could manage was a shy little smile. It was the same smile that made Javier’s knees weak. He squeezed his hand into a fist to resist the urge of kissing your perfect lips and instead readjusted his sunglasses. You ducked your head down shyly and opened the door for him.

“Stay safe.” he uttered.

The same two words he told you after every visit. Stay safe. It was almost as if your client had a genuine care for you. You nodded in affirmation and offered him one last smile before he left the brothel and headed back to ‘the office’. Do agents even work in offices? You wondered.

You paced around the corridors of the brothel to find Rosa, wanting to return her lipstick and also tell her about Javier. You were excited. He really said you were his favourite girl. Out of all the girls, you were his favourite. To say you were beaming was an understatement.

You caught her speaking to Javier as he walked out the brothel front door and you felt an anxious knot in your stomach tighten. It was hard to make out from the distance, but by the looks of it, Rosa was crying. The conversation was only brief, and Javier nodded along to whatever she was saying, before handing her a card and leaving for good. You officially had questions. You went to push through the crowds of people but a man much taller and larger than you placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back.

“Whoa,” you stumbled. “Can I help you?” He made some crude gesture with his fingers indicating the type of sex he wanted with you and you couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose in disdain. “Yeah okay,” you agreed with a small sigh. “Just a second though, I have to find someone. My room is 20 if you would like to wait for me--”

“No,” he growled, pinning you against the wall. “Now.”

You glanced behind his shoulder searching for Rosa but she had evidently already disappeared.

“Okay.” you huffed, pulling yourself out of his grip and leading him to your room. You supposed you could tell Rosa about Javier after you’d dealt with this guy.

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He’d left about ten minutes ago, and you were just finishing up in your room, getting ready to clock out of work and call it a day. The brothel lobby was often loud and bubbly, but the second you heard all the muffled chatter stop, you knew something was up. You pulled your purse over your shoulders and locked your room before walking down the corridor. As you approached the lobby, you heard loud footsteps and yelling. The second you stepped foot in the main room, you saw the man Rosa had been asking you about earlier in the day, and your heart sank.

“Where the fuck is she?” Limón shouted. He and another man paced around in circles. It had gone quiet because the men had the other girls, your colleagues, pressed against the wall, holding guns to their heads. Your eyes widened in horror and you immediately brought your hands up in the air to surrender.

“Are none of you whores talking? Where the fuck is she?” the other man hissed.

“La Quica,” — so that was his name — “Shut the fuck up. You’ll draw unwanted attention.”

They hadn’t noticed you yet. There was still time to escape. But your feet were frozen to the ground. How could you dare run away and leave the girls here, unable to fend for themselves?

Limón pressed the handgun to Martzia’s head. “Where is she?” he spat.

“Who?” Martzia gasped.

“Rosa!” Limón bellowed, clocking the gun in anger. “Where the fuck is Rosa?”

“I- I don’t know!” Martzia cried. She was visibly shaking in terror. All the girls were.

“Bullshit!” Limón snapped back, and within a second, he pulled the trigger and Martzia was dead on the floor.

On impulse, you looked away, but you’d already caught an eye-full. Martzia’s blood was not only on the wall behind her, but it was on Juliet too, who was now a whimpering mess. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up all your strength to look back at the girls. Most of them had their eyes closed and their tear stained cheeks glistened under the dingy lights.

“You. Shut the fuck up.” Limón growled before moving over to Juliet and pressing the gun against her head. She choked out a sob and apparently that was enough for Limón to pull the trigger on her as well. You slammed your hands against your mouth and let out an incomprehensible noise. That got Limón and La Quica’s attention. La Quica grabbed you and pinned you up against the wall so you were only centimetres away from Martzia and Juliet’s limp bodies.

“How long has that bitch been standing there for?” Limón asked angrily and La Quica shrugged his shoulders. Limón pulled on your hair so he could get a good look at your face. “Hey La Quica this whore must be new. Haven’t seen her around before. Nice ass too.” He smirked, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing it. “Do you know where Rosa is?”

You didn’t. But neither did Martzia and that had got her killed. Even if you did know where Rosa was, you wouldn’t give up that information. You couldn’t. Your heart was slamming against your chest and when you felt the handgun press in between your shoulder blades you thought you were going to pass out right then and there.

“Limón.”

It was her. It was Rosa. You felt the handgun slowly slip away from your back as both Limón and La Quica turned around to face your best friend. When you were certain they weren’t looking at you anymore, you turned around too so you could take a look at Rosa yourself. When your eyes met hers, you saw her face soften.

“Rosa!” Limón hissed, running over to the girl. “Tell me it isn’t true. Tell me it wasn’t you.” Limón grabbed on to Rosa and began to shake her. “My apartment was fucking raided, Rosa. A kilo of coke, gone. They know. They know we’ve been chauffeuring Escobar.”

You were baffled. We? She’d been helping chauffeur Pablo fucking Escobar? You shook your head in disbelief, praying it wasn’t true. She’d been lecturing you about the dangers of your job when she’d been doing the most dangerous thing of all. And how could she not tell you? If she had just told you… maybe you could’ve helped her. Maybe you could’ve done something. It couldn’t be true.

“I called the cops,” Rosa confessed, her voice emotionless and her face stone cold. “I called the cops and they put me through to the DEA immediately. I met with an agent. I told him everything I knew. I ratted you out Limón, and you should thank me.”

Limón raised his hand and slapped Rosa across the face. “You bitch!” He shouted. “How could you do this to me Rosa? How could you fucking--”

Then, a gunshot.

The sound was blinding and everything went in slow motion. You swore that your heart stopped beating as tears streamed down your face. You screamed as you watched her body fall to the ground.

“La Quica you fucker! You killed her! You killed Rosa!” Limón cried out in anguish, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. “What the fuck man! What the fuck!”

“She confessed,” La Quica huffed, trying to calm his friend. “I know you liked her but she’s a fucking whore, Limón! She made her mouth go. She’s the reason you had the fucking DEA sniffing out your apartment. We’re not only in trouble with the cops but if Escobar finds out… shit man. I’m scared.”

Both La Quica and Limón were visibly freaking out. They had put their guns away at least, but they were pacing around in circles again and shouting at each other. But you couldn’t hear a single thing. You couldn't see anything... just the blur of their bodies. You couldn’t smell and your fingers felt numb. You felt like you were falling. Your chest was tight and your heart was broken.

“We have to run Limón, three fucking gunshots. Three dead bodies. The cops have probably already been called.” La Quica informed Limón as he helped coach his friend’s panicked breathing. You looked down at Martzia and Juliet’s bodies on the floor and then your gaze followed over to Rosa’s body. As the men scrambled out the brothel, you fell to your knees and crawled over to your best friend.

“Rosa,” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you picked up and cradled her body in your arms. Her blood was all over you, and you felt like you could throw up at any second. “Rosa please. I- Rosa. No no no what… What did you do Rosa?” You chanted your best friend's name and cried into her body.

What did she do?

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