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shrenvents · 8 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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allysunny · 6 months

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Guiding Lights | Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsys: Nanami barely acknowledges you once he gets home. It's late and you've been waiting for hours. Again. Lately, it's all you seem to do for your husband. Wait, while he arrives home later and later. You decide to confront him about it, and things escalate.

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Angst, heavy angst. Like, super angsty. Arguments and yelling, mentions of cheating, neglect and death. A very tired Nanami who's overworking himself. Angst with comfort, angst to fluff. Very happy and cheesy ending. Hopefully not OOC Nanami. Do let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey guys!!! Oh my god I have been working on this fic for quite a while hahaha! I started it a few months ago, but then you guys started sending in your (lovely) requests, and it sort of got lost in my drafts. But I really wanted to get it done, so I focused on it again. Also, I'm terrible at summaries, I'm so sorry!! </3

I think this is my Magnum Opus so far. I really like how it turned out. I love my man Nanami, and I love angst (lol obviously), and I've always thought about this specific scenario. This is sort of like, the fic I've always wanted to read, you know? A "fine, I'll do it myself" fic, if you will, hahaha!

Well, I hope you enjoy reading it!! I certainly had a blast writing it <3

The door to your apartment closed as softly as it opened, and if you weren’t so intent on confronting the man who had just walked through it, you wouldn’t have heard the sound.

Looking up from the show you were watching and just paused, you take your husband in. He’s clearly seen better days. Shirt and tie slightly dishevelled, hair askew, large bags under his tired eyes. There is a big cut ripping his suit, and a smaller one on his jaw.

“I’m home.” Nanami mumbled, taking said jacket off and placing it on top of the couch.

“Hey,” You replied, unsure of what exactly to say. You’d been awake for hours now, patiently waiting for him to come back, but now that he’s standing in front of you, you don’t know what to tell him.

You must’ve not thought things through, because instead of keeping quiet and letting this man enjoy some peace and quiet (something he seemed to lack), you decide to speak your mind.

“You’re late.”

Nanami sighed. He does not dare to meet your eye, instead making his way towards your kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. “There was a curse that needed to be exorcised. I was closer to the location, so they sent me.”

“You could’ve called.” He hadn’t even kissed you. Just walked straight to the kitchen, barely acknowledging you. “I was worried.”

“Well, I was busy.” Nanami put his glass down and rubbed his forehead. He looked drained. The sharp edges of his face look like they could cut your fingers, should you touch him. The exhaustion was piling over him, and it was clear to see.

You didn’t wish to push his buttons – God knows how hard his work as a Jujutsu Sorcerer was. But it’s not fair for him to leave for hours on end without telling you his location. You don’t want to control him, nor keep tabs on him all the time; you just want to make sure he is safe and doing okay.

You just want to make sure your husband will return to you and your son at the end of the day.

“And you couldn’t have spared me a minute? Just a text would’ve been fine.” You said, standing up and walking to him. Too busy to call? It would take him less than a minute to tell you he was safe.

“[Y/N], I didn’t have the time to call you.” Now he looked at you. Those beautiful hazel eyes which usually regarded you with affection and care, looked fatigued and weary. These eyes belong to a man who has seen too much, a man who is in desperate need of rest. But no matter how much you tried to coerce him into taking a break, he wouldn’t have any of it.

Ever since you had your son, he was more intent than ever on working and making sure curses were exorcised as soon as they appeared. All to keep your bundle of joy safe, to make sure he grew up in a better world. But lately, it seemed like he was stretching himself too thin, taking on every single mission, arriving home later and later.

“I was worried sick. You look hurt.” Nanami looked away once more when you approached him. Just as you were about to raise your hand and inspect his jaw, he turned away from you.

“I’m fine. You should go to sleep. It’s late.” His voice was almost devoid of any emotion. Is this what Jujutsu Sorcery did to people? Wear them down, strip them of their humanity and emotions until they were but a vessel of what they had once been?

When you first started dating, Nanami couldn’t get enough of you. He’d get home on time, every single day, just so he wouldn’t keep you waiting. He’d treat you like you were precious, because to him, you were. And now it seemed like he was perpetually tired, like there was something holding him back from the sweet man he had once been. You suspected he hadn’t held your son in a few days. Nanami always stopped by Haibara’s room before he went to sleep, just to watch his slow breathing and make sure all was well. But it had been weeks since you had seen him hold his child.

“Kento, you’re not fine. Just… Stop pushing me away. Please.” You reached out to touch his arm, and he shakes it away.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but it’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.” How could he be so careless about his health? Was he not aware of the family waiting for him at home?

You shake your head. You really didn’t want to do this. Not today. Not now. You’re tired – Haibara had been fussy all day, asking for “papa”, and there was nothing you could do to soothe him. And your husband looked tired too. Let’s not do this today. Not now. Go to bed, you thought. Go to bed.

Unfortunately, your mouth was quicker.

“Oh, yeah? Well, when’s it gonna be enough?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just a scratch. Well, yesterday was just a scratch as well. So was the day before. And the day before that. Is tomorrow going to be just a scratch as well?” Your voice was rising, and you were fighting hard to keep the tears away. “It’s always justa scratch. When is it going to be enough for you to stop? When’s it going to stop being just a scratch? Huh? When you break an arm?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose a limb?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose your life?!” You tightened the grip you had around your body, using your arms as a shield against the despair and hopelessness you felt. You seemed to have stunned your husband into silence. Nanami breathed softly, looking at the floor. “When is it going to be enough for you?”

“I’m doing this for your sake.” He mumbled softly.

“Maybe you were, once. But not anymore. No, you’re doing this for yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Now it was your husband’s turn to raise his voice ever so slightly. His fists were clenched by his side, and his shoulders moved in sync with his breathing. “I’m out there, every night, doing this for you. For our son, for our family.”

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am! If I’m out there, exorcising those disgusting creatures, it’s because I want our son to grow up in a safer world! I don’t want him to live in fear, I want him to be safe. And that’s exactly what I do.”

“You say you care about your son, but you haven’t seen him in days.” You scoffed and shook your head. How could he say such things when you knew damn well he hadn’t even seen him? Let alone hold him or play with him. And the lack of attention from his father was clearly taking a toll on Haibara, who cried and cried, eyes anxiously looking for the tall figure he learned to associate with comfort. Not that he didn’t like you - you were his mother, and arguably, the only person he truly knew, but a baby boy needs his father, and Haibara didn’t seem to have his.

You stare at your husband, noticing how time has changed him. The once gentle features have turned knifelike, his eyebags have become wide and deep, his eyes perpetually tired behind the fatiguing-looking glasses. What could possibly be more important than his family?

An unsettling feeling starts pooling in your stomach. You’ve tried not to entertain this idea for long - hell, you couldn’t think about it without becoming nauseous. Because he would never, would he? He’s your husband. The father of your child. Meeting another woman behind your back is clearly unthinkable, right?

The voice in your head that you’ve been trying to quiet down this whole time gets louder and louder. Ask him, it says, ask him and find out the truth. You deserve to know it, you’re his wife. What if he’s hiding something? Ask him.

You want to trust your husband. You really do. You love him and always have and always will. But your mind is playing tricks on you, the weariness of the day and lack of comfort from this very same man messing with your brain.

“Is it someone else?” You ask, feeling braver than you felt.

“What!?” he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. As if what you’d ask was completely preposterous (to him, it was).

“Have you been seeing someone else, Kento? Is that why you’re not home?” You were sounding surprisingly calm for a woman accusing her husband of cheating on her.

Your husband shook his head vigorously, looking you in the eye.

“I’m not. I haven’t been seeing anyone else.” You got a glimpse at your Nanami, the one who’s caring and sweet, the one who holds you when you cry and talks softly when you’re overwhelmed. You see him right now, in the way he assures you there’s no one else.

“You’re not home. You arrive late, leave at the crack of dawn. Don’t hold our son, don’t touch me. Is this why? Do you have someone else? Do you love someone else?”

“[Y/N], I told you, there is no one else. I’m not seeing anyone,” he sighed, signalling his own exhaustion (as if it wasn’t evident by the way it clung to his face, body, and soul). “I’ve just been busy.” Nanami repeated, turning away from you, to place his glass in the sink.

“Too busy to see your own son?”

“I told you, I’ve been busy, [Y/N].”

“He’s your son!”

“This is my job - “

“We’re your family!”

“Well, you can’t expect me to stay home all the time and cater to your every whim, can you?” Nanami had never yelled. Never in your time together you’d heard him raise his voice at anyone, let alone you. But the man before you couldn’t be your husband because he’d done just that.

“I’m not asking you to stay home and cater to my every whim!” Tears clouded your vision, and you stuttered pathetically, still trying to hold your ground. “I’m just asking you to be more considerate!” The more you spoke, the more you stuttered, the more your tears fell. Nanami, your sweet Nanami, your caring and loving husband would’ve never allowed this years ago. He’d have embraced you and kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. The man before you has no intention of doing that.

“I have a job to do, [Y/N], I have a duty, I made a promise -”

“You made a promise to me when we got married!” You wiped your tears away. Or tried to - they wouldn’t stop coming, big lousy tears that ran down your cheeks and made you feel even more miserable. “You made a promise to our son when he was born! And now look at you - you haven’t held him in days!”

“He’s a baby, [Y/N]. He won’t die from lack of affection from me. God damn it, he won’t even remember it! You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”

“You say that because you don’t spend time with him! I’m not making a big deal out of nothing; I’m telling you you’re neglecting your son!”

“[Y/N], he’s a baby!”

“He misses his father!” Now it was you yelling, sleep and rest long forgotten. No, right now, all you wanted was to get to the bottom of this, to once and for all make your husband see reason. “He cries for you because he misses you! I miss you! Your family misses you terribly and all you’re doing is pushing us away!”

An ear-piercing cry erupted from the monitor next to you. Hell, you probably didn’t even need the monitor. Haibara’s cries were loud and heart wrenching, and you snapped out of your rage fuelled trance as soon as you heard them.

“Haibara,” you whispered, pushing past your husband and all but flying upstairs. You opened the door to your son’s nursery, and maternal instinct took over as you made your way towards his crib and picked him up. His tiny fists were clenched, and he waved his arms and legs around, crying his little heart out.

“Shhhh, shhhh…” You cooed softly, taking him in your arms and pressing soft kisses against his forehead. “Mommy’s sorry, my love… Mommy was yelling, wasn’t she? She’s sorry… It won’t happen again my darling, I promise… I’m so sorry…” You cried, cradling his little body against yours.

Upon hearing your voice, his cries subsided, and the baby looked up at you with teary eyes, hands coming up to touch your wet cheeks.

“Mama?” He asked in that tiny voice of his.

“Yes, my love, mama’s right here. I’m sorry. Mama was yelling, it must’ve been so scary.” You wiped his tears, kissing the top of his head.

“Mama,” he said again, tapping his hands on your face once more, as if making sure you were there.

“Yes baby, mama’s here. Mama’s right here.”

“Papa?” Haibara looked around, and his lips turned into a pout once more. “Papa?”

“I’m sorry, my love. Papa’s busy. He’s working hard to keep us safe,” Please don’t cry again, you thought, go to sleep baby, just go to sleep. Mommy needs rest too, especially after today.

“Papa? Papa?” His cries became more insistent, and you tried your best not to burst into tears again. You felt like a failure. A failure of a wife, a failure of a mother. You felt like the home you tried too hard to build and cherish and fill with love was crumbling apart.

“Go to sleep baby, okay? Papa’s busy, but he’ll see you some other time. Right now, he needs to rest because he’s been working so hard… And so do you, baby. Just get some rest, alright? Please.”

You sniffled a few times, singing and talking to him slowly, the way you knew calmed him down. “I’m so sorry for yelling honey, so, so sorry… It won’t happen again… How scary it must’ve been for you… It’s alright now, see? Mommy’s here, she won’t yell anymore…”

You rocked Haibara and placed him so he was lying down in your arms. He looked at you first with a confused gaze, then with a small smile, and finally with a sleepy expression. Your sweet baby boy, who was all furrowed brown and blonde locks of hair, exactly like his father. Your sweet, sweet son, who’d babble in excitement when you twirled him around the living room and danced around as soft music played and knocked his head against yours in a loving gesture. He was your one weakness. You’d do anything for him.

The love you have for this child is stronger than words can communicate, and you wonder how Nanami can possibly ignore him as easily as he does.

You rocked Haibara some more, humming a tune you knew he liked. Once you turned around, you spotted Nanami leaning against the door, staring at the both of you in a mix of awe, hurt and sadness.

You returned his gaze, unsure of what to say.

What even was there to say?

The life you’d so lovingly built for yourselves seemed to have come crashing down, until all that was left were broken pieces.

Nanami approached you two, with slow heavy steps. Once you managed to get a good look at his face, something inside you broke.

Nanami was crying.

Big, silent tears rolled down his cleverly sculpted cheeks, and his eyes drifted to the sleepy baby in your arms.

And then he did something neither of you were expecting.

He sobbed.

Loudly.

So loud, little Haibara stirred in your arms, looking over to the source of the sound.

His face twisted in confusion, and his pouty lips parted to utter a single word.

“Papa,” he babbled, hand pointing in his direction. “Papa. Papa. Papa.” Haibara mumbled over and over again, arms flailing in Nanami’s direction. He twisted his whole body, muttering “Papa” and whining loudly.

“Haibara,” Nanami whispered, hands coming up to cradle his son - an adorable sight, really. Your husband, with his big, strong hands, handling a tiny baby with the utmost care. He held Haibara straight, and cried once the baby knocked his head against his, gurgling in excitement and flailing his arms around.

“Papa!” If your son was or had been sleepy, he didn’t show it, instead babbling a single word repeatedly, hands either coming up to touch his father’s face, waving around, or clapping. “Papa!”

You wondered how long it had been since Nanami had held him. It was clear Haibara missed him, and although the sight before you was heartwarming, it still hurt that, for this to happen, Nanami had to ignore his child.

“My son,” Nanami cradled Haibara carefully, leaning his forehead against the baby’s. “My sweet, sweet son. I have been such an idiot. I’m so sorry…” He kept on sobbing, kissing Haibara all over his face, head, and hands, as if trying to convey his regret in some way. “I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

It was both heartbreaking and heart enriching. There he was, your husband, finally holding his son, finally apologising, finally making amends. You knew him to be telling the truth. Nanami might be stoic and cold on the outside, but you got to him. You knew him, inside and out. You could tell when he was genuine, and, well, he’d never been more genuine than now.

Nanami turned to look at you, eyes still puffy from the tears. He shook his head once, then twice, then turned to face his son once again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ve been neglecting you all this time… My family, my own family… I promised to take care of you…” This confession only made him sob louder. Your son quickly picked up on the atmosphere because he too started pouting, and expressing his discomfort through sounds.

“Oh -” Nanami was quick to change the baby’s position, making him lie down on his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s fine now, alright? Why don’t you go to sleep and give your mother some rest?”

“Papa,” Haibara blinked his eyes once and reached up to touch his father’s face. Nanami smiled, holding his son’s little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against it.

“That’s right. Papa. Papa’s here.”

“Pa - pa,” Your son was interrupted by a big yawn. He blinked at his father once again, and quickly turned around, snuggling against his arms and chest.

There was something about tall and strong 7 to 3 sorcerer Nanami Kento melt while holding a tiny baby in his arms that made you chuckle. You wiped your tears and watched as your husband kissed your son’s forehead one last time, before putting him down on his crib once again.

Nanami made sure to check Haibara’s crib, gazing at him with that adoring look in his eyes, before exiting the room. You did the same and did not need to be told twice - you followed your husband, who was already in your shared bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed and facing the wall.

Leaning against the doorframe, you stared at him.

None of you wanted to break the small bubble you’d been immersed in. Although you hadn’t spoken with each other, the last few minutes with Haibara had spoken volumes. It was as if the ocean of hurt and neglect had been breached by the child who was a careful mix of the two.

And yet, it still hurt to address the elephant in the room.

You’d hated yelling at Nanami. You’d never done it. And he’d never yelled at you. Not even towards his most eccentric and insufferable coworkers, Nanami dared to yell. He believed arguments and misunderstandings could be solved without raising one’s voice. But he’d gone and done the one thing he promised never to do.

It was Nanami who, after what seemed like an eternity, reached across the ocean.

“I’ve lost my focus,” he said, still staring at the wall. “I’ve gone and ruined the one good thing in my life.”

All you could do was listen. You’d waited too long to hear these words.

“The truth is, I’m scared.” There it was again, that vulnerability in his voice, that softness and truth that reminded you your sweet husband too was human. “I’ve been scared ever since Haibara was born. I want to make the world a better place for him. I don’t want him to grow up surrounded by curses, always looking over his shoulder in fear…” He clenched his fists, only this time, the anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“I thought if only I worked hard… If only I worked all these extra hours, I'd be making a difference. I’d be protecting my family.”

You had no control over your body, but it didn’t matter. Your heart would always follow Nanami Kento, and right now, it was telling you to go to him. You stood near the bed, just a few feet away from his sitting figure.

“You are protecting your family,” you said, just as softly as him.

“No - no, I’m not. What if something happens while I’m gone? What if I’m not home, and someone gets to you first?” Nanami sighed, voice laced with fear. You could tell he was close to tears once again. “I’ve been so busy trying to take on each and every mission, I forgot to protect my family in the most important way - next to them.”

You remained silent.

There was nothing you could come up with. He was right. Those were your words and your thoughts. Then why was it that when they were finally uttered, you felt sadness rather than happiness or relief? It pained to see your husband hurting.

You sat down next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, an encouraging gesture.

“I miss you…” he continued, tears now running freely. “I miss you two so much… Haibara… Haibara’s growing up without a father… And it’s all my fault…” Hunching over his knees, Nanami took his face in his hands, crying silently. “And you, my love - you’ve been here all this time, working so hard to keep our family together, and I was too blind to appreciate it… I’m so sorry…”

He then looked at you, and you saw years of your relationship fly by.

In his eyes, you saw your first meeting. You saw the day he bought you coffee for the first time. Satoru playing matchmaker. You saw your first date, full of nervousness and a fleeting kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds but was enough to leave you both flustered and breathless. You saw the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, a bouquet of bright pink camelias in his hand. Him holding you close after you’d loved each other for the first time, hands tracing patterns on your back, whispering words of appreciation and love in your ear.

You saw your wedding day, the first dance you two shared and how he smiled like a fool despite all the teasing from Satoru and his students. You saw him carry box after box, unpacking items and decorating what would later become your loving home. You saw the way he cried in your arms when you showed him the positive pregnancy test, and how he kneeled before you to kiss your stomach.

You saw him holding your hair back while you puked, always so attentive, making sure you were fine. Him massaging your feet, rubbing your legs and preparing you meals according to your cravings. You saw him hold Haibara for the first time, hazel eyes ever the softest. You saw him sleep with your baby the first few weeks to ensure you had enough rest.

You watched as he got up earlier and earlier each morning, some of them even going as far as to forget to kiss you goodbye. You saw him arrive later and later, claiming he was “too tired” to eat with you, “too busy” to see your son.

You saw all of this in a span of just a few seconds. You saw all the love, the regret, the hurt, the pain, the happiness and desire, all of it. You saw the life you had carved together, the house decorated to your and his liking, the way it just felt like home, and lately felt like anything but.

Nanami left the bed and knelt before you, eyes still watery.

“I’m so sorry,” he started. “I’ve been a neglectful husband. I’ve been taking you and our son for granted.” Slowly, he took your hands in his. You allow him, having missed his warmth, his comfort. “Will you forgive me?”

That was the question.

Would you?

Could you?

“You don’t have to answer me right now,” he shook his head, thumbs circling your palms affectionately. “You can take all the time you want. You can think about it, make me suffer all you want - hell, I deserve it, after all that I put you through. Just… think about it. Please. Even if you never forgive me, just know that I am so, so sorry for all the suffering I caused you. I’ve been such a terrible husband…”

HIs cries don’t seem to subside, and he lays his head on top of your hands.

It breaks you to see your husband like this. No matter how much you were hurting, no matter how much you missed him and his absence broke you inside, you never wanted to see him hurting.

Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, caressing it softly, massaging his scalp like you always did during lazy Saturday mornings, when he’s clingy and needy after having worshiped your body thoroughly, or during Sunday afternoons, when you watched your son play with his toys in the garden.

Nanami’s shoulders sagged, and he rested his head fully on your legs.

You think about what he said.

Forgiveness.

Could you ever forgive you husband after all the pain he’s caused?

After the late nights spent with dread, fearing the worst, after the early mornings devoid of any affection and love, after the distant weekends and inexistent holidays?

But even as you thought this over, your heart had already decided for you.

You’d walk to the end of the earth for Nanami Kento. And you were sure he’d do the same.

Delicate hands are placed on the sides of his face, and your husband looked up, a pained expression in his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping that somehow, someway, these three little words would convey just how deep your adoration for this man goes. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Kento.”

His chocolate brown eyes seem to sparkle, and he holds his head higher.

“What?”

“I love you. We can fix this. I know we can.”

“Yes - [Y/N], yes. We can. I can. I will. I promise you.” Kento placed his hands on top of yours, holding them gently. After all, he’s holding the entire world in his hands.

And although you just want to skip to the good part, you shake your head, interrupting him before he can get too excited.

“But,” you began, “You need to change. This needs to change, Kento. I… I can’t raise a child on my own. I can’t nurture a home all by myself.”

“Yes - yes, you’re right. My love, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t ask you to give up Jujutsu Sorcery.��

At this, he seems to tense a bit. You knew how important your husband’s job was to him. After all, he was keeping people safe, making the world a better place. It was terrifying, but it made him happy, and that’s all you could ask for.

“Just… Be more careful.” These words are uttered with the utmost softness, in fear of breaking the little trance you were in. “You have a wife waiting at home for you. A son. Your family needs you. And I know you’re making a difference out there, but we also need you here. With us.”

“And if some day, you do end up working overtime, just… Please say something. Just to let me know. I don’t want to know your whereabouts all the time, I don’t want to control you. I just need to know you’re safe.”

Nanami nodded. Eagerly. It was as if you’d just told him you would gift him his weight in gold three times. In fact, you’d given him something better than that. Your love. Your forgiveness. To Nanami, getting you back, winning your trust again, that’s what truly mattered.

“Thank you.” He kissed your hands. “I will. I promise, I’ll change. I’ll be a better husband for you, and a better father to Haibara. My love… My sweet wife, the love of my life… I can’t believe I took you for granted. I was so worried about failing you, I forgot what was truly important. My family.”

“Kento,” you said, shaking your head. Your eyes filled with tears once again. “You have never disappointed us. You will never fail us.”

“If I didn’t work hard enough to clear the world of curses, I would. If I don’t make a difference, I’m letting you two down. I want to protect you. I don’t want to lose you like I lost…” Nanami was unable to finish his sentence. You knew he still felt responsible for the death of his friend. Too responsible. When you suggested naming your son after his best friend, he’d choked up and cried. It is a beautiful tribute, he’d tell you later. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nonsense.” You spread your legs and pulled him by his face. Nanami quickly got the hint and stood in between them, facing you directly. “You are making a difference, Nanami Kento. You’re making the world a better place. Haibara and I are so proud of you.”

Nanami wept, and you wept with him. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you cried together, not sure of where his tears ended and yours began. You closed your eyes, hands still on his cheeks.

“I’ve been such a terrible husband. Such a terrible father.”

“It will get better. Promise me you will be better.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past now, Kento. Let’s focus on the future. Please.”

“I’ll make it better. Cross my heart, [Y/N], I will. I’ll start right damn now, by doing something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Nanami took your chin in his hand, angling you towards him. Then, he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You let out a noise of contentment and kissed him back, hands pulling his face impossibly closer. It’d been a while since he’d touched you, let alone kissed you. You missed this. You missed him.

You kissed him with the hunger of a starved woman, and he kissed you with all the regret he had. You poured all your sorrow into this kiss, while he tried to communicate just how much he loved you. Your tongues moved in sync, and the kiss felt like home.

When you eventually parted for air, Nanami opened his eyes, taking you in. Eyes red from the tears, cheeks puffy, lips plump and swollen. He hated seeing you in pain but thought himself deserving of torture for making you suffer this much.

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing your lips again, this time quicker.

“I missed you too,” you replied with what looked like a hint of a smile. You hadn’t smiled in a while. Nanami knew this and chastised himself mentally. Never again would you suffer like him. And never again would he be the cause of your pain.

“I’m taking the rest of the week off,” he mumbled, staring into your eyes. He’d almost forgotten how they had the loveliest of colours. In fact, they’d become his favourite shade. Waking up to those gorgeous eyes of yours had once been his greatest joy in life. He would make sure to make it a priority once again. “Damn it, I’ll take the whole month off. We’ll spend some time together. Just you, me, and Haibara. How does that sound?”

You giggled. And how lovely was the sound of your laughter.

“That sounds perfect. I’d love that very much. I think Haibara would too.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. He’s been missing you too much. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to spend some time with Papa.”

“Well, I am ecstatic to spend some time with my little one. And my beautiful wife as well.” This one earned a bigger smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his with vigour.

Nanami chuckled against your lips, and parted from you, getting up and extending his hand towards you. When you cast him a confused look, he nudged his head towards the en-suite bathroom.

“I need to wash the day off me. Will you join me? Please?”

And how could you refuse when he asked you so nicely?

The bath was by far the most relaxing time you’d had the past few months. You sat with your back against Nanami’s chest, and felt the tension leave your body as he lovingly massaged your shoulders and back, placing kisses along the line of your neck.

You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and putting his hair up in all sorts of weird shapes, earning a few smiles from him.

You kissed him with slow languid kisses, caressing his jaw, shedding a few tears of happiness, sadness, sorrow. He replied tenfold, whispering words of adoration against your lips.

It wasn’t sexual or lustful.

It was caring, slow, loving. It was a man showering his life with love, showing her he cared, showing her he loved and cherished her, and would never again take her for granted.

Once you two had rinsed off and dried yourselves with towels, Nanami gently applied body lotion in your body, kissing the spots he’d covered in hydrating cream.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled against his skin.

He carried you to bed, lying you down and scooting over to you. How you’d missed being held by the man you loved. How you’d missed his weight next to yours, his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You turned to him, nuzzling his torso with your nose, placing your hand on top of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and relished in it. It meant he was alive. He wasn’t dead in some ditch, all alone and away from his family. He was right there next to you, safe and sound.

“I’m sorry for getting lost.” You heard Nanami whisper a few moments later, when the world is quiet and dark, when you two were the only souls still awake.

“You’re back now. You came back to us. Thank you for coming back.” You kissed his pectoral, and he kissed your forehead. An exchange.

“I won’t get lost again. I promise. Not as long as I have you to guide me. You’re my light, [Y/N]. My guiding light. You and Haibara. I love you two so, so much. I would do anything for you. My family.”

“We love you too. We’re so glad you’re back.”

“And I’m here to stay. I really am. Tomorrow’s going to be all about you two, I promise. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry I said Haibara wouldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired. I know that’s not really an excuse, but I promise to make up for that behaviour.”

This is what you loved most about your husband. He was down to earth. He recognised his flaws and worked on them. Whenever he made a mistake, he made sure to apologize for it. Your arguments in the past (although small and dumb compared to today) had never gone unresolved, with calmness and willingness to listen from both parties. You could count on your husband to be the respectful diplomat.

You looked up at him. He had his brows furrowed, the way he always did when he was thinking, the way you’d seen your son do once or twice. He was the spitting image of his father.

“I know,” you said, caressing his jaw. “I’m sorry too. For yelling. For saying all those things. Saying you didn’t care about us. I know you do. You’ve been busy, but –“

“No.” Nanami interrupted you. “Don’t that. Don’t say it’s not my fault. I appreciate your apology, and I understand what you mean. But you were right. I mean, I do care. You know I do. But I lost sight of what truly mattered.” The cadence of his voice soothed you, and your eyes got heavier as each second went by.

“I was actually going to say, ‘You’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse to brush off your family’. Oh no, Mister, you aren’t getting off the hook so easily.”

Nanami chuckled and kissed your forehead once again.

“You’d never let me, I know.”

A few silent moments went by, with only the sounds of your and Nanami’s soft breathings signalling your presence.

“[Y/N]?” It was quietly ushered, and you’d miss it if you weren’t so connected to this man.

“Yeah?” you replied, just as quietly. It was such a fragile moment. Better not to speak too loudly in order not to break it.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

He heard the smile in your voice, and it made him smile too.

“You’re the love of my life.”

“You’re the love of my life as well.”

More silence.

Followed by your husband, again.

“I love our family.”

“I love our family too.”

You snuggled closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating. Musky and manly, and it made you swoon every time. Great choice in body wash – a choice made by you.

“Are you smelling me?” Nanami chuckled, his eyes too closing.

“You smell really good.” Now you were the mumbling one. Nanami had to work really hard to understand what you were saying.

Perhaps the night had run its course.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on top of your head.

“Night night, ‘Nami…”

You fell asleep in your husband’s arms with a content smile, and a full heart, and Nanami refused to let you go.

He’d lost focus, been to hell and back, too afraid to let his family down.

But as he held half of his world in his arms (and lovingly thought about the other half, comfortably tucked in his crib), Nanami felt blessed. He’d gotten incredibly lucky, with an amazing woman who loved him for who he was and always made sure to remind him of that, and a son who inspired him to be a better man every day that went by.

As he thought about how wonderful his life was, Nanami smiled.

You and Haibara, his guiding lights.

He would never get lost again.

A/N: That's it! Whew!!! Well, once again, I really hope you guys liked it! I loved writing it - Nanami and angst might be my favourite combination, hahaha. Or anyone and angst. I just really like the feels. Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day!

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strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

<series masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie!, mentions of old abuse (major trigger warning!!), talk about blood and wounds

w.c: aproxx 11.2

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

To my love, my forever. You will soon find out the reason why I am the way am I. Give me some time, my love, I will express everything and more to you. Soon, you’ll have everything once I am able to love and care for myself the way I want to do to you. You deserve everything and more than what I could ever give you, and I will be there for you always. I may never give you this, I may never allow you to read this. But just know, you mean so much to me. Even if I’m a pain in the ass, or if I piss you off, you will always be the person who helped me want to change for the better. I know it may seem like i’m leaving you behind, but pushing you away is the best way for me and you to be able to find ourselves. Once we are settled and ready, I will never let you go, ever again. Mark my words, use them against me, but I know that once you let me in, I’ll never leave your side ever again. You’re my one and only, forever. You are my future, my light, the person who drags me to be right. You mean so much to me and more. But for now, let me go to become the one that deserves your love and wellbeing. Take care of yourself, Jungkook, you will do many good things in life, with or without me.

“i think you should give it to him,” one of your members slur out, making your already wobbly head tilt up to her as she hiccups for the 5th time that same hour, you sighed and your head pounded as your squinted tightly to look at her, “seriously! i think he would want closure that way,”

Jungkook definitely did. he knew that when you wrote letters, you meant every little thing. he knew something happened between you and your ex, his name is like a slap in the face to you, and he could always notice.

his hands started to shake as he continued to read your note, he didn’t know how you came all the way to his house just to ring the door bell and drop it off. he was even shocked to notice his name in your handwriting on the top of the note. he wasn’t mad about it, he was just so, so sad. his eyes burned as another drop fell onto his lap. Jungkook knew it was for the best, but why does it hurt so bad and why does he feel like he’ll never get better while you do?

Jungkook didn’t want to think that way, but he did. he always did, he hurts to see you go but hurts even more to see you shine without him. he kept all your little notes in a box, he was really considering giving it back to you since it was at some of your most vulnerable times. he wouldn’t want to keep these just in case he snoops through them, like he’s doing right now as he was putting the other note in there along with the tons of others.

one of them wrote a song that you made about him, him never leaving you and the way you love him. it breaks his heart more, knowing that you’re no longer around, and that he just keeps fucking up.

when you wake up the next morning, your hungover member told you about a box she found outside the door step with your name on it, your ears ring as you stand in front of the box sitting on your bed, biting the inside of your cheek because this was Jungkook’s box. it had a polaroid of the two of you with shots in your hands on his balcony last summer. it was his favorite picture of you both and wanted to keep it with all the letters you even written him.

you pace around your room for like and hour, biting your lip and running your hand through your hair to calm yourself down. it finally felt like you guys were officially over, no matter how many times you’ve broken up. when you opened it finally, there was a new one, one you definitely didn’t write. you don’t even remember going to his house and giving him the one you were gonna keep for your sake.

it was Jungkook’s hand writing, you knew it from the back of your palm, literally as you have a tattoo that he gave you himself. it read,

forever

and looking at it makes you sick. you felt like crap anytime you thought of him, what you had put him through, all the stuff he doesn’t know about you. you knew him so well, but did he actually even know you, truly? it made you want to cry, the tears lining your waterline and you fight the urge.

you give yourself time before opening up his letter, preparing yourself for the worst or to cry. when you start reading it, you felt like he was there with you. it felt as if he was pacing around your room, looking you dead in the eyes and telling you everything you’ve been wanting to hear, but at the wrong time.

I miss you a lot, I know I say that a lot, but it’s true. I’m glad you wrote me this, I’m glad you’re trying to find ways to open up to me, I’m glad you love me. You are my everything, I want what’s best for you, and if it’s not me then so be it. You deserve the whole fucking world, and I hope you know I tried so hard to give it to you. Maybe, in the long run, we can be happy together. Maybe we can be able to know each other truly, I always wanted to. I believe in right person, wrong time, because you’ll forever be my person, even if i’m not in the picture. I love you, ______, I always will.

you wanted to sob, you didn’t even know what to do. you had dropped the note off not expecting anything back, but getting everything back? even a letter from him, confessing how much he loves and cares for you. you didn’t know how to feel, if it was closure or not. to you, yours was supposed to be. his, his was a love letter, you’ll never let go of it.

you had one more promotion for you group, and you had to prepare in so many ways. you had to practice tons, and practing handling your emotions until you’re a zombie to what you truly feel, you couldn’t handle being around Jungkook for long. it’s crazy, how much you used to look at him thinking you’d never do anything to hurt him, yet you’re over here making him suffer because you are in your head. it tears at the deepest parts of you, and it makes you feel so much at once.

so when it came to the event, you felt your knees lock when you saw him sitting with his team. he looked breathtaking, and it sucks that you can’t look at him for long before you cry because he looks too good. Jungkook always looked good, but whenever you wanted to ignore him, it’s like he knows and wants to look that fine. you gulp hard because walking to over your assigned seats, a couple seats back behind them but at an angle to a way that you can see every part of Jungkook, his hands and thighs especially.

ones that put you through hell, sent you to another universe is what he would of said and has said before, smoking off your balcony as you sat on his lap with your legs shaking trying to not fall off. he laughed as he smacked your thighs, watching them shake more as you practically whine in soreness.

he took another puff off his cig before putting it down on his designated ash tray, but even knowing you didn’t smoke, he kissed you hard, forcing the hot smoke into your mouth and through your pipes, allowing him to do anything to you because you were obsessed with everything he did.

“fucked you out, huh, princess?” he said against your ear as he gave you a second to breathe, making you almost choke as his hand started to move down and between your thighs, giving them a squeeze before going deep between them to touch you where you shook the most.

let’s just say, the memory had your legs close tightly together. the thought of how much have gave you that night, it made you miss him even more for just taking care of you like he said he would. you could feel it starting to stick against your skin, immediately wanting to go to the bathroom.

you thought you were stable enough to walk down the stairs in front of all the idols and fans including, instead you almost dropped face first into the steps instead someone’s hand wrapped around your waist and around the inside of your thigh, gripping it hard as they held you from falling to your death infront of thousands of people.

“your shoes too big for you, baby?”

you really thought you were going crazy, that his presence was just teasing you. but as your eyes dragged themselves down to the hand around the inside of your thigh, you weren’t going crazy. the tattoos proving who the man really was and how his thumb was very close to your throbbing clit. you shivered before quicking bowing at him once you leave his grip and speed walking towards the exit.

the moment you got alone in a hallway, you looked around before pulling out your phone to text your leader where you were going to be, the bathroom, before you hear a door open behind you. you go to put your phone away, but a tight grip around your waist turns you towards the person, your phone falling on to the floor and your mouth to open up, perfect for the attacker to kiss you hard.

another hand grabs your hair and you immediately knew who it was based on the way he was holding you. he knew, and knew it was because of him. that’s all your thought about when his lips were softly against yours, until you felt his hands creeping up. he just knew how to distract you from the facts and knows how to get you to enjoy his attack.

“can we talk soon, princess?” he whispers lowly in your ear once he pulls away from your now desperate lips trying to reach his. you whimper at the nickname, one that just rolls off his tongue in such a degrading way, he grabs your chin softly, turning your face to face him. his eyes invited yours, and the longer you looked into them, the more you felt entranced by him.

“talk about what?” you sighed into his hold, which he notices and gives you your favorite smile in the whole world. it hard to ignore his hands gripping your waist, your hands clinging onto his dress shirt as he holds you, you didn’t expect to be in this position.

“we will talk later tonight, i’ll pick you up?”

“how, with what car-”

“i’ll figure it out, anything for you,” he presses his forehead against yours, making your eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a little chuckle because of your reaction to his proximity being so close to you, you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “you know i’ll do whatever i need to do to see you, i will figure out a way to see you later tonight, bunny, i promise,” he kisses your nose softly before letting you go without your even realizing he picked up your phone for you, a smile across his face as you nodded your head for him.

Jungkook didn’t give you a time, or a place to when he was going to pick you up. before you left the event, you had asked him what he was planning on doing with you and he just told you that you’ll have to wait and find out. Jungkook knew how to make you worry about what could happen. what should you even wear? is he taking me somewhere to eat? it’s kinda late for that-

doink

something just hit your window as you were pulling your pants up, you almost tripped in shock but managed to pull them up and fix yourself before going to your window. there he was, the man of your dreams, the love of your life, standing down there searching for more rocks to toss at your window.

you cracked your dorm room window open, not even wanting to question how he managed to get over the brick wall to get into the dorms, and he smiles when he sees your head peaking from the bottom of the window. he pats his hands on his thighs while you watch him with curiosity.

“get down here bunny, we have a lot to do tonight,” he stood up straight, hands put in his pockets as he stared off at you. you would of jumped right there into his arms after that nickname, you almost whined before nodding your head like an idiot and shutting your window.

you managed to sneak out, grabbed your shoes at the front and headed out from the back blind spot and running to where Jungkook stood, his hands tucked in his pockets to stay warm. his left arm raised so you could wrap your arm around it, a habit of the both of you. you just ignored the bad feelings and wrapped your arm around his, feeling his arm tighten around yours as you both started to walk to the car.

“you gonna tell me where we’re going, Jeon?” you tilt your head, your left knee against his center console as your left side rested on his passenger seat. his hand slid up to your knee, leaving you in shock as he gripped it in warning.

“stop asking questions, baby,” he tapped his finger on your knee, not even bothering to look your way. you huffed as you closed your eyes, trying to ignore his thumb moving against your thigh now, his hand resting against it too.

“Jungkook, you know we can be doing this again. i know you remember what happened last time,” you warned, your head felt like it was spinning, none of this felt real. Jungkook bit his lip ring in thought, he just wanted to talk to you and apologize. he always wants to talk to you even if he’s been rude.

“______, what do you think i’m going to do to you tonight?” he spoke deeply, it sent waves through your spine, and down to your poor kitty. it’s crazy, what this big eyed man can do to you with only his hand on your thigh while he speaks to you like your his.

“i- i don’t know, what are you asking me? i’m just confused why you’re doing this-”

“what do you want me to do to you tonight, baby? is there something else bothering you that only i can fix?” his hand rubs your inner thigh, occasionally softly squeezing the skin closest to where you needed help the most. “i’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, you just have to speak up, darling. is that okay? can you do that for me, princess?”

you almost moaned, gasping at his eagerness to help you with whatever you want, and you knew he meant that. “Jungkook, we can’t be doing thing again, as much as we want to-”

“fuck that and fuck no contact, we were doing good as fuck the last time we were friends. can we not be friends, baby?”

“that’s why! you keep calling me my favorites, you can’t do that to me..” you whined, you wanted to hide away as he giggled at how you whined. when the car slowly starts to come to a stop, you got reminded that the whole time you were talking to him, getting teased by him, he was driving. “Jungkook… where are we?”

“let me help you out and show you,” he smiled, and you just knew that you had to trust him, why? because he’s Jeon Jungkook, why wouldn’t you trust the love of your life?

when he open your door, hand already reaching for his as he helped you out of the car, the smell of salt hit your face in a whiff, making you smile at the moment you had at this beach with Jungkook. but why here? why did he want to talk here?

you didn’t trust your voice, watching his open his back door to grab a blanket and cigs, which you thought he quit, with a lighter and a flashlight. you didn’t say a word as you hugged onto his arm as he walked to a specific place, your guys place. the place where he gave you head for the very first time, you found sand up there for at least a day after that.

“do you trust me, sugar?” Jungkook asked you, tugging you to sit next to him on the blanket over the cold sand at the dark lonely beach. it’s like he knew what you were worried about, could you trust him again? it’s not like he broke your trust, it’s about you trusting yourself around him. if anything besides talking happens tonight, and you guys become exactly what you were afraid of becoming, you won’t know what to do with yourself.

it’s a bit selfish you thought, as his hand rested against your shoulder as you snuggled against his neck, breathing in only Jungkook and a little bit of salt. you loved this, but it couldn’t get any farther than this. just small, and slight, touches and sometimes kisses, only at certain times. the sound of the waves crashing tingled your ears, debating if you should listen to his heartbeat or not.

“do you know why i want you out here with me tonight, baby?” his voice vibrated your cheek as he spoke, his fingers gliding against the thin fabric of your long sleeved shirt. you hummed, you felt him swallow before you moved your head to face him.

“i wouldn’t have asked you that a million times in the car, Jungkook,” he smiles when your eyes finally reach his. he used to ask you, what did you see when you looked into his eyes? you usually just laughed it off or ignored the question, but now you think you know the questions answer. Home. in other words, Jungkook was your confort, the one you would go to, the one who makes you feel the safest, the one who keeps you feeling warm. Jungkook was your favorite.

Jungkook leans in, you can almost feel his breath against the wind, you almost forget where you are when you look deeply into his eyes. he leans so close to you that you could almost kiss him. you feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer- and closer to him, until your hovering above him.

you looked down at him, his hand sliding down your waist and on to your thigh to swing your leg over his body. he’s got you now, almost spread wide for him as his eyes glazed your entire body, making your shiver.

“let’s that about why you were so wet when i caught you from eating shit in front of everyone today, huh? or maybe… why you’re so wet right now, was it from the car ride? you just couldn’t wait, hm? baby?” he smacked your thigh, and you almost whimper at his words, “sit down on me, love. you know you want to. i’ll do anything you want me to, just let me in this one or more times and you won’t regret it this time,”

oh boy, you were in for a ride. baby, princess, sugar, darling, bunny, love. hearing that one burned, deeply in two places. your poor heart as you feel his hands grip your sides, and your poor throbbing cunt that it about to get slammed onto his hard on resting below you. either or, you know you’re safe and whatever happens can be dealt with. why? because you’re with Jeon Jungkook, why wouldn’t it be fine?

a/n: holy shit, this took forever and i sincerely apologize!! i love how this episode turned out and i will give you guys a slight warning! spicy scenes are coming up and I’m not backing down from this. it will be the dirtiest, most greatest- yeah! anyways, thank you for your patience, i love you all🥹

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Yearling - Ch. 29: Together

You and Joel find your way back to each other. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smutty smut smut smut. They missed each other so they fuck. In several positions. PIV sex and just a lot of it, OK? Also, there's a cliffhanger. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 7.5k

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You didn’t wait for the front door to close before you were touching him again. You couldn’t resist him, the feel of him warm and strong and all encompassing. It was hard to remember why you’d been afraid of him now that you were here beside him. The way your mind had melded Joel with the worst things that had ever happened to you felt so far away now. It had for a few weeks now.

It was so easy to fall back into trusting him once you had to. He was looking out for Savvy. It scared you, at first, but you couldn’t force her to come home without risking her leaving Jackson entirely. You didn’t have another choice, you had to trust him to take care of her.

But seeing how he cared for her just made you fully realize how he cared for you even as you’d pushed him away. Being close to him every day, the deep comfort of his drawl, his soft warmth, his gentle reassurance was almost intoxicating. You started looking forward to your daily visits to his house not just because you were closer to Savvy and hearing about her life but because it meant you got to be close to Joel and bask in the inherent safety of his presence. Once your body adjusted to the fear of Savvy being away from you again - and then the panic of Cody being close - the feelings for Joel flowed into those parts of you, filling the gaps and pathways in ways that were comfortable and familiar.

It had grown into this now, a needy and demanding pull that led you to his front door.

You pressed yourself firmly against him, his hands almost chastely holding your waist as your arms tightened around his neck. Every line of him was there, solidly against you, and there was too much between you. Your hands twisted in his hair for a moment, clutching him close, before sliding down to his chest and fumbling with the buttons there while you kissed him. Joel’s touch grazed up the curve of you, up and over your arms to find your wrists. He took them gently in his hands and pulled them from his shirt, holding them between your bodies as he pulled his lips, breathless, from your own. You frowned a little, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown, his gaze desperate as his thumbs lightly traced your thudding pulse at the inside of your wrists.

“Bambi,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “What do you want?”

“You,” you whispered back, moving to kiss him again, but he pulled back, just far enough that your lips never met. You frowned, opening your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“Know I said you can do what you want with me, but…” he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, an almost pained expression on his face before he looked at you again. “We do this…I need to know you’re not going to leave again…”

“Joel…”

“I don’t think I can survive that, baby,” he said softly, shaking his head a little. “Not right now and… look, if it were just me I was lookin’ after, it wouldn’t matter. But I got the girls to take care of and they need me. Much as I want this, I can’t risk it if you’re not gonna stay, not right now.”

You slowly raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek, his head so large in your palm, and your finger softly traced the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes, pressing his skin into yours there as you held onto him. His grip on your wrist tightened to hold it still, your fingertips tracing the scar as he turned to press his lips to your pulse.

“Want you, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling into your touch. “Want you so bad it hurts. Do damn near anything for you. But I can’t risk losin’ myself right now, not when I need to keep it together for them.”

You nodded and pressed yourself as close to him as you could manage, the hand that had remained almost stubbornly at your other wrist slipping around to the small of your back, cradling you against him.

“Not leaving,” you said softly. He gripped you a little harder, his fingertips sinking into your skin. “I’m not saying I might not need time now and then, I don’t know yet, but I’m not leaving. I’m sorry I did…”

“Don’t be,” his thumb gently traced the inside of your wrist before he kissed you there again, mouth wet and soft and lush on your skin. “What you said… it was all true. All of it. There’s a lot of shit I did that I’m not proud of in my life but the shit I turned a blind eye to then… more ashamed of that than anything I ever did myself.”

“But it’s different now,” you trailed your fingers through his graying curls before cradling the back of his head. “That was a long time ago, I know that, and I should have been able to understand that things were different then and…”

“Sweetheart…”

“I can’t lose you again either,” you said quietly, tugging his forehead gently to your own and closing your eyes for a moment when you connected there, too. You took a moment and just breathed him in, his skin smelling woodsy and masculine and like home. You opened your eyes again and found his, “I was so afraid and in so much pain but I missed you, I missed you so much, I missed you the whole time and I…” Your voice broke and a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “It was so hard to find a reason to keep going without you and I…I don’t want to have to try to find a reason ever again. I can’t lose you again, Joel, I can’t…”

His hand slipped over your arm and he gently took your chin in his large hand, tilting your head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was almost hesitant, delicate. The way his fingers clutched at your back or gripped your chin were the only indication that he wanted more. You pressed yourself tighter to him and he groaned, holding you against his body, his hand slipping from your chin to hold your nape, his lips growing more insistent. Eventually, he pulled back from you, breath heavy on your skin, his eyes searching yours.

“Can’t lose me,” he said, breathless. “I’m yours, always belonged to you…”

You nodded and kissed him again, hungry and desperate. Your hold on him shifted without even really thinking about it, clutching onto him, the burn of need flaring in your stomach. You weren’t sure who started moving your bodies toward the stairs, you or him, but you were there before too long, your lips only pulling away from his long enough to make it to the landing on the second floor.

By the time you were in his bedroom, his shirt was unbuttoned and you were shoving it down his arms, needy fingers sinking into his flesh as soon as they could reach it. He was so big, his chest and shoulders and arms thick and firm and sculpted but his stomach warm and soft and you remembered, suddenly, curling up with him in bed before. How your head would rest there, how his palm would rhythmically smooth your hair back from your face, how warm and safe and comfortable he was.

Joel pulled away from you just enough to pull your shirt - really, his shirt - up and over your head before tugging your bared skin flush to his own with a needy moan. He closed his eyes for a moment before he took your face in his hand, his gaze raw and open.

“This what you want?” He asked. His voice trembled. You just nodded, already trying to bring his mouth back to yours as quickly as you could. “Thank fuck,” he said, barely getting the words out before you were kissing him again.

You tugged almost frantically at his pants as he moved you back toward the bed, unclasping your bra as he went. It didn’t seem to matter how quickly you were undressing each other or how close he already was to you, it wasn’t enough. The fire in you that had started downstairs was an inferno now, licking up through your skin to reach your throat, out to your limbs, the only thing that seemed to quench it was the knowledge that he’d be inside you soon, that you’d be even closer soon.

Joel’s jeans and underwear were on the floor when you reached the bed, your jeans open before you fell back onto the mattress, crawling back to the middle of it as he almost ripped your body free of your remaining clothes. You reached for him, fingers stretching and groping to pull him closer and you had the fleeting thought that you should feel vulnerable and exposed here like this. If it was anyone else, you would. But with Joel, all you wanted was more. More of him on you and around you and inside you, more of yourself laid bare for him and there for the taking.

He climbed over you, thick cock dripping in his hand as he looked down at you, a desperate look on his face.

“Much as I want to take this slow…” he began, panting, but you cut him off.

“I don’t. Just… please, Joel. I need…”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, lining his cock head up with your entrance, his forehead against yours. You nodded against him and he kissed you, deep and familiar. He pressed into you, moaning against your mouth as his length opened you to him. You arched into the delicious, stinging stretch as he filled you to the root of him, all of him inside the whole of you.

It was very nearly too much. You could feel him so clearly within yourself, how he fit you the way nothing else ever had, how his whole body overwhelmed yours in a way that was a comfort and not a threat. You brought your palm to press against his chest, over his heart to touch the life of him there. You could feel the desperate pant of his breaths, the heavy thrumming of his pulse below your touch, how vital he was. He pulled his lips from you and dropped his head to your chest, breathless for a moment.

“Joel,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up against him, needing the friction so badly it made your head spin. His hand fisted in the sheets near your head as he gasped, pushing deeper into you, the weighty press of his hips forcing yours to settle.

“Need you to be still, need you to gimme a minute,” he groaned. You could feel his heartbeat in the base of his cock where you were stretched taut around him. “Fuck… You feel… Jesus, need to make you come and I’ll finish too fast if you keep doin’ that, baby, please…”

“I don’t care,” you wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto him. “Don’t care if you come too quick, as long as you’re inside me I don’t care, please, Joel, please, I need to feel you, please.” You tilted your hips below him as best you could below his weight and your channel closed around him, so much of you going molten and drawing tight into yourself. “Do whatever you want with me, I need you, Joel. I need you.”

He lifted his head from your chest and looked down at you, smoothing your hair back, his large palm coming to rest at the crown of your head.

“I’m yours,” he said softly. “Always have been.”

He started to move then, drawing back as you whimpered below him only to thrust back in and fill you again. He tried to go slow at first, you could feel him holding back. But you met him thrust for thrust, hand slipping up his back to tangle in his curls. His gaze held yours as he moved in you harder, faster, the ache in you drawing sharp and tight around him, heat spreading from the core of you into everything you were.

“Fuck, I missed you,” his breaths grew ragged, thrusts stuttering inside of you. “Missed you so fucking much.”

He kissed you before you had a chance to respond, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You met him there, too, every inch of you clawing to be close to every inch of him as he fucked into you, your orgasm building hot and full inside you. Your nails sank into his skin as the band of pleasure inside you drew as tight as it could go and you pulled back from him enough to take a gasping breath as it snapped, your channel throbbing and pulsing around him.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, keeping up his sharp, heady strokes. “Fuck, there you go, coming so good for me, fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry like that baby, not gonna last…”

“Good,” you managed, back arched so your stomach was flush with his. “Want to feel you, please Joel, fuck, please, need you to come in me please, please, please…”

You kept begging like a mantra, pleading the only thing you seemed to know how to do, until he thrust deep one last time.

“Fuck!” He came apart inside you, his head pressed against the soft back of your core. His cock throbbed thick and heavy and deep, so hard that you could feel the contractions of his orgasm in his hips as they were flush to yours, the pulsing against your clit drawing your own climax out as you pulled his come deep into you.

He all but collapsed on you as he finished, his body going nearly limp on yours as you held him in the cradle of your hips, gently stroking his hair and back as he panted for breath. After a few minutes, he kissed you softly and slipped his softening cock from your dripping core, laying at your side. You rolled to be against him, your head on his chest as his arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. You just felt him exist beside you for a moment, basking in the smell of his skin and the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers trailed softly up and down your arm, tracing a delicate pattern there.

“You’re here,” he said quietly, eventually.

“I’m here,” you said back, adjusting your head to look at his face. But his head wasn’t angled like it would be on a pillow, instead just flat and staring up at the ceiling. You frowned and adjusted so you could actually see him and he smiled a little as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his fingers slipping to your back and brushing over your spine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No idea how much I missed you,” he reached up and traced along your hairline to your ear, down your jaw, your throat. “Fuck, not sure how I made it this long without you…”

“I missed you, too,” you said, your hand resting over his heart again, feeling his pulse in his chest. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you glanced around the head of the bed and frowned.

“What?” He asked, still sounding blissed out, as he pressed his thumb lightly to where your eyebrows drew together.

“Where are your pillows?” You asked. “That can’t be comfortable.”

He laughed a little.

“I’m not that old, baby,” he said. “I’m doin’ fine. Great, actually.”

“But where are they?” You asked again, frown deepening. He flinched a bit. “OK, now you really have to tell me.”

“Well,” he said, hesitant, his hand stilling on your back, fingers spread wide on your bare skin. “See, pillows are a bit of a finite resource around here, don’t have a ton…”

“OK…” You said, eyes narrowing slightly.

“And…” he took a deeper breath. “Well… Didn’t really feel right, sleepin’ in here without you. Bed seemed real big without you in it…”

“Joel,” you gaped at him. “Where have you been sleeping?”

“Couch,” he shrugged. “So I moved the pillows down there and…”

“You’ve been sleeping on your couch?” You asked, incredulous. “For how long?”

“Haven’t…” he paused. “Haven’t slept in here without you.”

“Joel!”

“It’s a comfortable couch,” he said, smiling a little. “It wasn’t bad. Better than being in here without you.”

You lay back down with a groan, burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into his skin.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said quietly.

He shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” you said, lips brushing the soft skin at the base of his throat. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you…”

“I know,” he whispered, his fingertips finding new paths over your skin. “And it wasn’t you that hurt me, it was myself. Had to come to terms with a lot of shit I just… hadn’t dealt with. It was easier to pretend that part of my life didn’t happen. Never tried to pretend like I was a good man. Hell, never tried to pretend like I was even an innocent one. But knowing I hurt you… that was hard to live with. I did what I could to live without you and live with knowin’ that.”

You adjusted so your head was level with his and he turned to look at you, his brown eyes so warm and soft and deep. You reached out, trailing your fingers through his curls, tracing over his skin before you gently cupped his cheek, your forefinger coming to rest at the scar on his temple. You leaned in and kissed him softly, delicately, your lips more ghosting over the plushness of his than pressing fully against him.

“I think you’re a good man,” you whispered.

He laughed softly, once.

“M’not,” he said. “And I’m definitely not good enough for you. But I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be. Don’t think I can make up for what I did before but I’m gonna do my damndest.”

“You’re good,” you said, thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone. “What you did then… it doesn’t matter, not anymore. You’re the best man I’ve known. You’re good. As much as those other men took from me, don’t let them take that, too. You’re a good man, Joel Miller. You’re a good man and I… I love you.”

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he slowly, cautiously, kissed you. His large hand slipped over your jaw, your cheek, tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it didn’t stay that way for long. It shifted to deep and desperate, his tongue dipping into you as he rolled fully onto his side to line his body up with yours.

The almost overwhelming ache that had eased when he’d pressed deep inside you before flared back to life and you whimpered against his mouth as his hand moved from your face, down your body to grip your thigh. He hitched your leg over his hip, his fingertips sinking into the meat of you there as his thick cock hardened and brushed against your grasping hole that still leaked his spend and your own.

“Joel,” you breathed as he rocked his length against you, the head of him just barely catching at your entrance before sliding over your slit to your clit and back down again.

“Not too sore?” He asked softly, want seeping into his voice.

“Not too sore,” you whispered back. “Want you, please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice, pressing his head into you with a low, needy moan.

It was different this time. He moved slower, pushing in an inch at a time as your body held his. You could feel everything about him like this, the precise way he made room for himself inside of you, the way the soft of his belly pressed against yours, the way his breathing stuttered when your channel fluttered a little in pleasure as he reached somewhere deeper. His hand skimmed over your skin from your thigh to your breast, cupping and gently squeezing the tender, plush fullness of you there as he kissed from your lips to your cheek, over your jaw down your throat as he reached the end of you. He kissed back up your neck to your forehead and you pulled back from him just enough to look down between your bodies to see where you were joined.

Something at the back of your mind pulled at you, an inkling that the sight of the two of you together should be obscene or dirty or, at the very least, indulgent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of it that way. Seeing him in your body that way, the combination of your release rimming the base of his cock and dampening his coarse hair, your slit spread wide to take him into yourself, lower lips swollen with your need for him like this? All you could see was the rightness of him inside of you, the beauty of your bodies joining the way you felt like they’d always been made to do.

You looked back to him and he tugged you closer so there was no space between you at all, the hand that was holding your breast slipping around your back to press you tighter to him. He pulled you so close that your cheek came to rest atop his, his hips completely flush with yours, his cock so deep inside of you that it bordered on pain. You looped your arm around his shoulder to keep yourself close and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

“Joel,” you breathed. “M’so full…”

“I know,” he whispered back, flexing his hips just enough to pull a small whimper from you. “Need to be this close to you though, baby…”

You nodded down into his shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling the warm scent of him deep into your lungs.

“I love you,” your lips brushed his skin when you spoke. “I love you so, so much, Joel.”

He moaned and pulled back in a way that would be almost imperceptible if your bodies weren’t so closely tied, just enough to find a bit of friction as he pushed back in, not even pulling back a full inch of himself like he couldn’t bear to be any further from you than that.

“I love you,” he nuzzled into your skin. “More than anything, I love you.”

He pulled back ever so slightly again, the drag of his head inside you catching on the most tender part of the depths of you, the press of his hips finding your clit with every stroke.

Joel build your next orgasm slowly, keeping the slow and gentle and easy rhythm inside of you as he held you close and tight, allowing his hands and lips to explore you while you just clutched onto him, drawing tighter and tighter within yourself as he worked you expertly.

“Joel,” you whimpered, so close to the edge, clutching onto him desperately. “Please, I… I need…”

You couldn’t seem to find the words, the steady rocking of him keeping you hovering there, body taut and tense and ready.

“So tight on me, baby,” he grazed your earlobe with his teeth and you whimpered again, tears stinging the edges of your eyes, your pussy drawing in even tighter. “Oh you’re so close, so close aren’t you?” You nodded frantically against him, your lips pressing into his shoulder wet and heavy. “Need just a little more? Just a little more to come for me?”

Before you had a chance to even nod, the hand that had been spread wide across the middle of your back sank lower, splaying over the small of your back and holding you tight, tilting you just how he wanted as he thrust in just a little harder, just a little deeper, each motion punctuated by little grunts as he took you.

“Come for me,” his voice was so desperate at your ear. “Know you can baby, know you need to, just let yourself go. I’ve got you, take such good care of you, make you feel so good, just let go for me. All you have to do is let go for me, c’mon baby…”

Your fingers clutched onto him and you came with a small, strangled cry and you felt his hips stutter for a stroke before he picked up the pace again, your tightness fluttering over him.

“Fuck, there you go,” his voice was tense as you felt. “Chokin’ my cock, fuck baby, fuck I’m gonna…” he pressed deep and hard and you felt the heavy throb of him coming inside you, two pulses spilling into you before he started pumping into you again. You whimpered, the aftershocks of your orgasm taking you as you went limp in his arms. “Doin’ so good, take it all baby, know you can…”

You just nodded weakly against him, not able to move any further than that as he thrust two more times before leaving himself deep inside of you as he finished, his hold on you relaxed just a little. You just stroked his back, brushing your lips along his shoulder before you pulled back enough to properly look at him again. He smiled softly at you and you smiled a little back before moving to kiss him lightly. But when he went to pull himself from you, your leg tightened around him, holding him deep.

“Can you stay inside me?” You whispered. “Please? Not ready for you to be away from me yet…”

“Course baby,” he said, his hold on you tightening a bit as he rolled onto his back, taking you with him, leaving you splayed on his chest. “Give you whatever you want.”

His large palm skated up and down your spine, your head suddenly light and fuzzy. You took a deep breath and let yourself relax against him, the feeling of him warm and full as he softened inside you.

“Love you, Joel,” you said softly, exhaustion catching up with you quickly. You barely heard him say it back as you fell asleep.

***

“Should tell Tommy we can’t go,” Joel said quietly, his fingers in your hair as you lay on top of him. You were so warm and soft against him. He felt you smile into his chest.

“Can’t do that,” you said. “C’mon, you know this is the last big sweep for infected before winter really sets in…”

“Fine,” he said. “Tell Tommy he can go with Julie so you can come with me.”

You laughed once against him before raising your head just enough to look at him.

“You do realize we can’t just fuck the whole time we’re on patrol, right?” You asked, brows raised.

“I do understand this, yes,” he smiled a little. “But you’re a far better view than Tommy…” You scoffed and buried your face in his chest again. “What? You are.” You kissed the middle of his chest and his heart rate picked up.

“We should go,” you said, kissing him over his pounding heart this time. “Especially if you want time to try to talk your brother into changing patrol partners…”

He sighed, giving you a final squeeze, memorizing how your skin felt on his own. You were so damn soft, seemed impossible that something as soft as you could exist in this fucked up world but you did and you were here, with him, in his bed, in his arms.

You’d fallen asleep before him and he lay there below you, feeling your heartbeat through your skin and the rise and fall of your chest, your whole body relaxed on him.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get this with you again. Not just the sex - though he’d have killed to have that with you, too - but the closeness. He’d have done anything to feel you, pliant and trusting, against him again. More than anything else, he needed you to feel safe with him again. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get through the rest of his life without that. He needed to be able to take care of you and protect you and make sure that you were happy and he couldn’t do that if you didn’t trust him enough to be beside him.

But then you were asleep on him, no tension anywhere in you, close enough to him that he could feel all of you.

It was still dark when he woke up. You’d adjusted in the night, his cock slipping out of you and you winding around the side of him, your arm draped over his chest, head on his shoulder. He lifted his head just enough to look down at you and smiled a little before he kissed your forehead. You pressed closer, a needy little moan slipping from your lips, a rock of your slick pussy against his hip. He trailed his fingers down from your shoulder, your arm, to graze your breast before gently cupping you there, your skin soft and full against his callused hand. He felt you stir against him, your body seeking out more and more of his, his cock getting hard at the feeling of your skin gliding over his. Then, the wet press of your mouth at his chest and a deliberate grind of your clit against him.

“Morning,” he said softly.

“Hi,” you whispered before kissing his chest again, pressing closer. “How late is it?”

“Not sure,” his thumb brushed the stiff peak of your nipple and you shuddered against him. “Think we got some time, though…”

You straddled him, giving his cock just a few gentle strokes, spreading his precome over his thick shaft before lowering yourself onto him, head thrown back as you moaned. He held your hands as your fingers laced with his, supporting your weight as you sank down on him and he watched himself disappear into the swollen heat of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. You were so wet, so tight, so soft and you were you. It didn’t matter that he’d come twice just a few hours earlier, he was already ready to spill into you again, had to actively try to not fill you now, just the feel of you around him enough to send him over the edge. You settled over him, his cock full seated inside of you, your walls stretched and holding him so damn close.

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands moving from his own to spread wide on his chest, fingertips pressing down into his skin.

“I know,” he whispered, his hands going to your waist. “I know, baby, I know…”

You nodded and started to ride him then, slow and needy at first, always pressing him so deep and grinding your clit down against him on every stroke. He just watched you, the glow of the moon catching on your skin, your hair. He wasn’t entirely sure you weren’t a dream, that maybe he’d lost his mind somewhere along the way and had just fallen into this place within himself where you let him love you again, where you took him into yourself and held him there, clutching onto him the way he did to you. But he could feel you so clearly, the way your pussy would tighten and pulse once around him as your climax built, the way your fingers would press and try to curl into his chest, the way your breath shuddered below his hands as you got closer to coming, he knew you were real. You had to be real. But he could feel some part of you holding back as you rose and fell on him, body drawn so tight around him.

“It’s OK baby,” his hold on your waist tightened. “You can come, just come, just take what you need, it’s OK. I’ve got you, you’re OK, I’ll take care of you…”

You nodded, riding him harder for a few strokes before thrusting down deep, his cock notched against the very back of you and you cried out almost painfully as your pussy fluttered around him. You collapsed on top of him, your head in his chest, panting for breath as you came and came around him, the throbbing of your walls not weakening or slowing and he was going to lose himself to you again, he could feel it, as he thrust up against your pulsing core, one of his hands going to the small of your back to hold you still as he fucked up into you, thrusting deep as he came again, spilling himself inside of you.

It took both of you some time to come down from that, you still on top of him, his hands cradling your body to his as the first hints of daylight came in through the window.

He’d have been happy to just stay here like this forever. But you were right. The patrol had to happen.

“C’mon then,” he said, nudging you ever so slightly. “Let’s go, better believe I’m gonna try to talk Tommy into going out with you instead of him…”

You laughed a little and stretched up to kiss his lips as you slipped him out of you and got up, looking out to the sky as you did.

“I still have go run past my place,” you sighed, finding your clothes on the floor.

“You packed yet?” He asked, getting up, too.

“Last night,” you said. “Didn’t want to push it this morning…”

“I’ll get it,” he said, taking the shirt you were about to put on from you. You frowned but he replaced it with the shirt you’d taken off of him the night before and you smiled a little, shrugging into it. “You can get to the stables, not rush so much…”

“Already taking care of me, hm?” You teased a little, buttoning the shirt up.

“All I want to do, sweetheart,” he smiled, giving you a quick kiss.

It felt good, getting ready alongside you. He knew he probably should have showered but he couldn’t bring himself to wash you off of him yet, he wanted to go on patrol with you lingering on his skin, wanted to smell like you, taste like you.

As the two of you made it down stairs, he frowned at the window. It had snowed overnight, the ground covered in at least an inch of the stuff, more thick clouds on the horizon to the west.��

“Shit,” you said, tugging your boots on. “I left my coat at home…”

“Got a solution to that,” he said, going to his closet and pulling out the coat you’d taken from him on your first day in Jackson. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, fingers tracing over the soft fleece of the collar.

“Where’d you get this?” You asked softly.

“Maria gave it to me,” he said. “Day you left. I haven’t been wearin’ it, didn’t feel right, but… Wanted to keep it. In case you ever wanted it again.”

In case you ever wanted me again. He didn’t say that part.

“Thank you,” you said, slipping your arms into the coat and pressing your nose to the collar with a soft smile on your face.

“Course,” he smiled a little back. It felt right, seeing you in his shirt and his coat. Like you belonged inside of what was his, surrounded and protected by him. This was how it was supposed to be, you with him, safe and happy.

He kissed you goodbye at the end of his walk and you gave him the key to your place. The light was on in the window and he let himself inside for the first time in months. Your house was the same as he remembered, books on end tables and a stack of CD cases on top of the stereo, the guitar he’d made you lying on the couch like you’d been playing it just before deciding to come over. That made him smile.

He found your bag in your bedroom, the deer he’d carved you on your nightstand and that made him smile, too. Like it was some sign that you’d never stopped loving him, never stopped wanting him close, not really. You’d just needed some time. He understood it. You’d come back to him when you were ready. That was all that mattered, all that he cared about. You were his and he was yours, always had been.

Tommy beat him to the stables and you’d already saddled a horse when Joel got there. His brother was talking with Jesse and Joel pulled Tommy aside, you catching his eye as he did, a little smile on your lips.

“Got a favor to ask,” Joel said once they were out of earshot of the others.

“Sure,” Tommy frowned. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind headin’ out with Julie,” he said, voice low. “Hoping I could go with Bambi…”

Tommy’s brows knitted together for a second before he barked a laugh, clapping his hand down on Joel’s shoulder.

“You son of a bitch,” he laughed.

“Will you keep it down?” Joel hissed. “C’mon…”

“Knew you two would work it out eventually,” he said. “Took you idiots long enough…”

“Can you just…”

“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy said, hands up in surrender. “Good for you, man, happy for you. But… shit, Joel, not the best time to be mixin’ up the patrol.”

Joel frowned.

“What…”

“Well,” Tommy sighed. “Hadn’t mentioned this to you yet but… got us takin’ a route that I think is gonna be a bit rougher. Now, Bambi’s a damn good shot and lord knows she can outride either of us but I’ll be honest, don’t think I trust you out with her on a route like this. Think you’d be so busy worryin’ about her, you’d get hurt. And Julie’s decent but she’s not you, don’t want her on a route like this one. If it were any other time, brother, you know I’d say yes - fuck knows you need to get laid more…”

“Jesus, Tommy.”

“And I’d be all for sending you two lovesick fools out together,” he ignored him. “Just not this time. Besides, don’t imagine that you want her that close to a mess of infected, anyway…”

“No, you’re right,” Joel sighed. “If it’s gonna be a rougher one then it’s better if it’s you and me. Just… shit timing is all.”

“Sorry man,” Tommy said. “But it’s just two days. Promise I’ll stick the two of you together next time.”

Joel nodded, looking back toward you as you worked on saddling up Ares. He could see you talking to the horse, the soft look you got on your face when you spoke to your animals as you worked. Fuck, he loved you.

Ellie showed up a bit late and grabbed your wrist when she got there, dragging you outside with an almost stern look on her face. You just shrugged at Joel as you passed him, looking like you were fighting the urge to laugh.

He didn’t get a chance to properly talk to you again before the patrol left, just half a moment in the corner of the stable once the horses were saddled and the last of the patrol members trickled in, Olivia handing horses off to people.

“Can’t trade out,” Joel said quietly, hands in his pockets. “Just ain’t the patrol for it.”

“Starting to think you were right,” you sighed. “Should have just said we can’t go, too damn bad…”

He smiled a little, eyes tracing your face as you looked out into the stable, arms crossed over your chest.

“Be careful out there,” he said softly.

You looked back at him.

“I will if you will,” you said. “You’d better come back in one piece, Joel, or I swear to God…”

He smiled and took your chin gently in his fingers, tilting your face toward his own before kissing you gently.

“Not a damn thing that’s keepin’ me from coming home to you,” he said. “See you soon, baby.”

You kissed him again before pulling back from him.

“See you soon.”

Tommy, to his credit, was nice enough to not give Joel shit about you the first day of patrol. He’d half expected to have to put up with his brother’s shit, his damn near merciless teasing, but Tommy didn’t say a damn thing. He just glanced in Joel’s direction every now and then, a small half smile on his face when he did.

When more snow moved in that evening, quickly going from gentle drifting to a near blizzard, they took shelter for the night short of where they’d been hoping to get after tracking what looked like a large group of infected for most of the day.

“So,” Joel asked as they sat around the fireplace of a long-abandoned cabin. “Just how bad was I that you’re not even giving me shit now that we’ve figured it out?”

Tommy considered him for a moment before squaring his jaw and nodding a little.

“Pretty fuckin’ bad,” he said eventually. “I’ve seen you in some bad ways, Joel. When Ellie took off, when you first came to Jackson and you started to really deal with some of what happened, when… when Sarah…”

Joel just nodded, his throat feeling thick.

“This was bad,” he continued. “I was worried, for a while, that I might not get my brother back. Thanked God every damn day that at least you had Ellie again. Not sure what you might’ve done without that girl but… I kept hoping you and Bambi would work it out. Know you didn’t want to say much about it and I’m not about to press you on it now but I kept hoping. You with her and Ellie? Happiest I’ve seen you in more than 20 years and you deserve that happiness, Joel. May not believe me when I say it but you do. And I’m glad you’re gettin’ back to it.”

“Don’t know that I deserve a damn thing when it comes to either of them,” Joel shook his head a little but smiled all the same. “But fuck if I don’t feel lucky that I have ‘em.”

The next day, Joel was starting to think the infected had pushed through to the south and that they’d missed taking out the group this season. It had been strange enough, seeing signs of that many this far north this time of year but it would have been a good opportunity to take them out when hopefully they were weaker, the humanity of them frostbitten and disabled by the cold. But he wasn’t about to argue with dodging a fight, either.

It was late morning when he realized they were wrong, he and Tommy stumbling on the whole hoard of them as they tried to force their way into some storage at the old ski resort.

“Jesus fuck,” Tommy said from the ridge, looking down at them. “How are there that fuckin’ many?”

“They’re after something,” Joel muttered, binoculars up as he tried to figure out what.

“We should go back,” Tommy said. “Get some back up, this is too damn many…”

“My girls are out here, Tommy,” Joel said, looking over at his brother for a moment.

“Shouldn’t be them in there right now,” Tommy said. Joel could tell he was trying to comfort him but he just sounded uncertain. “Their routes didn’t pass near here.”

“But they’re out here,” Joel said, looking through the binoculars again. “I can’t risk them gettin’ killed because they’re overrun…”

He found what the infected were after then. A girl, she couldn’t have been much older than Ellie, taking cover behind a fence, her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back.

“Shit,” Joel said, stashing the binoculars and already starting to guide Ares down the ridge.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Tommy said, already following. “Joel, it’s a fucking suicide mission…”

“There’s some kid in there,” he snapped back over his shoulder. “You really want to leave her to get killed? Would you want someone to leave William or Ellie or Savvy to get bit?”

Tommy sighed.

“This better not be a fuckin’ mistake Joel,” he said.

Joel pressed Ares faster, thinking about you as he did.

“Sure hope it’s not.”

Next Chapter

A/N: Yeah, that's who you think it is.

I WARNED YOU ABOUT A CLIFFHANGER OK? REMEMBER HOW I DID A POLL AND WAS LIKE "DO YOU GUYS WANT THE SMUT NOW WITH MORE POSSIBLE TIME BETWEEN CHAPTERS?" AND Y'ALL WERE LIKE "GIVE US THE SMUT KIT, WE WANT IT" AND I WAS LIKE "OK BUT REMEMBER THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR" so this is what you're getting I'M SORRY.

I'm begging you to please trust me with this story. Also, I will spoil it if you ask, just DM me if you don't want to wait to see how it turns out next chapter.

My asks are also open if you want to just yell at me. I get it.

...Please trust me? Please? Also, remember that I love you? And Joel? And Bambi?

OK I'm going to go hide.

...Love you.

OK bye.

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sweet-slut · 9 months

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My boyfriend said it was a matter of trust. I knew I’d be on display, but that he wouldn’t let anyone fuck me.

I didn’t think that he’d let them touch and grope me…but being in front of all these unknown people, I was so turned on. I could hear guys and girls talking about the slut and knew it was me. They’d rub their hands on my big tits, or slap my ass. Some would even suck on my tits.

I was so wet, I just wanted to fuck. I didn’t care who, I just needed release.

My boyfriend came up to me. He knew the condition I was in as he ran his fingers over my pussy. He could tell my juices were running down my legs. He asked if I wanted to cum. I could only nod.

“Fine, but you have to do something for me.”

“Anything. Just let me cum.”

“You have to keep the blindfold on, but I’ll untie you so you can masturbate in front of everyone.” He paused, letting it sink in. I’d have to play with myself. No, I’d have to masturbate in front of other people. Who they were, or how many, I didn’t know. I might never know. “But I’ll let you make yourself finally cum.”

I agreed. I don’t know how many were there, but I could tell that people gathered around. I didn’t care. I just needed to cum, and he was going to let me.

He pushed me down onto my knees, legs spread as far as they could go while kneeling, and untied my hands. Here was how I had to masturbate. Was it in front of just a few, or a large crowd, I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care.

I pushed my fingers in. Almost as soon as I did, I started to cum. And I came and I came. I cried out in pleasure. Furiously I played with my pussy and my clit as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me. I fell to the floor, unable to control myself, but I didn’t stop masturbating.

Finally it started to subside. I was breathing heavy, but I didn’t care. Being blindfolded my other senses started tell me what my eyes couldn’t. I could hear the squishing sounds of other pussies being played with, and cocks being stroked.

My boyfriend helped me up, to my hands and knees, but kept me there. “Do you want to be fucked now my little slut?” His hands massaged my tits. The orgasm had been great, but my body craved more. He knew how to turn me on, and once I was properly turned on, an orgasm, was just a prelude for another. I’d want to fuck, as much as he could give me, probably more. I was a bitch in heat, and he’d use that to his advantage.

He moved around, I could tell he was behind me somewhat. “Do you need to be fucked?” he asked again.

“Please” was all I could answer. I craved cock. He knew this would happen to me didn’t he. I couldn’t believe I was about to get fucked in front of a room full of people, but it could have been more, and I would have been OK with it. I just needed to be satisfied.

“Please what? Does my slut want to be fucked in front of all these people? To be teased and played with? Tell me you need to be a slut for these people.”

I hadn’t heard him clearly. I didn’t fully realize what he was asking, nor did I care. I was consumed by cock lust at this point. “Please let your slut be fucked in front of these people,” I begged.

With that a cock pushed into my pussy. I was being fucked doggy style. My boyfriend whispered into my ear, “it pleases me to see you like this.” Only then I noticed, he was in front of me again. So who was fucking me from behind?

My boyfriend lifted my head. Another cock was pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth without thinking and started sucking it. Back and forth they went, finding a rhythm. I moaned can came again. The cock in my mouth barely could quiet me.

I could hear others talking about the slut, me. I felt dirty, but the dirtier I felt, the more I wanted it. I felt a wetness in my pussy. The guy fucking me had cum, and now he extracted himself.

My boyfriend took my hand, and led me over to sit. As I went to sit on the floor, I felt another cock. It pierced me. He started gyrating. Like the others, I didn’t know who he was, only that he wasn’t my boyfriend. He was thinner, but longer. I started to bounce up and down, feeling it’s length within myself.

I felt someone standing in front of me.I opened my mouth to receive another cock. To swallow another guy whole. But this was different. My boyfriend tilted my head. I could feel him breathing on me. “Stick your tongue out,” he told me.

He moved my head a little closer, and then I could tell what was in front of me.

It was another girl. My tongue had touched her outer lips, but I could taste her juices. I quickly retracted my tongue.

“No no my little slut,” he scolded. “She deserves a release as well. You got her all excited showing your naked body. You getting fucked has turned her on. She enjoyed touching your breasts. Now she wants to sample your oral skills.”

I reluctantly snaked my tongue in and out a few times. I can’t be sure, but I think my boyfriend spread her lips, so I could insert my tongue into her pussy.

“That’s it. Eat her pussy,” he encouraged me. So I did. I’d do anything for him at this point. As if getting fucked by a second guy who wasn’t him wasn’t enough to prove it.

I could hear her moan, ever so quietly. I kept it up, tasting the first pussy I ever had. The guy below me started shifting his hips, reminding me he was there. I started moving up and down on him as I licked at the unknown girl in front of me.

I wondered if she was also blindfolded, not knowing what was going on, or if she was enjoying it like the guys were. How many girls were here with me I wondered. I had heard pussies being played with. Were they masturbating in front of everyone like I was, or were they being played with by other guys like I was fucking. Had he fingered or fucked some pussy before me. Was she able to look around and see me being used.

I could hear the others around me. Some were clearly fucking, others were just stroking their cocks. I began to forget about them, and just got into the zone concentrating on the two I was with.

The girl in front of me, her moans became louder. I legs tensed and started to squeeze the sides of my face, and suddenly my face was wetter. She had cum. As she stepped away, I heard the guy who I was sitting on. He came as well. Her orgasm seemed to trigger his, putting another load of cum in my pussy.

My boyfriend stood me up. My legs were starting to get weak. I hadn’t cum the last time, but I was still quite worked up. I was laid down on a short table. I was laid face up, legs slightly spread.

He tied my arms and legs so I couldn’t move them. My body, my pussy, everything was on display. I didn’t care anymore. Cum leaked from my well used pussy. I was a total slut to those who saw me, and I didn’t care.

“Are you ready for the last thing?” he asked. He slowly massaged my clit. He knew how to get me to brink of an orgasm, so I’d say yes to anything. But I had already thrown my inhibitions out. What else was there? I know many people had seen me naked, and fucked. Some of them, maybe all, had touched me, and made me cum. What else could they do. I said I was ready.

He moved down toward my pussy. My legs were held open, I hoped he was going to fuck me. Instead, he kept massaging, my clit. I could tell people once again surrounded me. It sounded like many of them were jerking on their cocks, or someone was doing it for them.

He pressed harder, and I came. My mouth opened and head went back. That’s when the first stream hit me.

They were jerking off. Right over me, so they could cover me with their cum. But I didn’t care. I kept cumming. Some of the next guys cum landed in my mouth. I swallowed can kept cumming. I don’t know how many guys were there, or they moved out of the way when they finished so the next guy could cum.

I felt ropes of cum cover my face and tits. It got in my hair, and mouth. I just kept cumming. It pushed me to enjoy it as my boyfriend fingered my pussy, keeping me cumming.

I can’t tell you how long it was. I came until I couldn’t cum anymore. It was the longest most intense orgasm of my life. I never had thought I would enjoy being on display, or played with as a toy.

As I caught my breath I could hear people leaving. I was untied from the table. Something I had never thought I would want, but even now I want for the restraints. With them gone, I missed them.

The blindfold stayed on, and the ties around me did too. My arms were restrained behind me, and I was led into another room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” my boyfriend asked mischievously.

“Oh yes.” I said. I had a throaty, desperate voice.

“You know, I didn’t get to enjoy you. Do you think you’re ready for me?”

“Oh yes please. I still could go one more round.”

“I’m so happy to hear that. I think I’ll keep you restrained for now though.”

He pushed me down slowly. I feel against a bed. He spread my legs with his. I heard him pull his pants off. I waited in anticipation. If I hadn’t been restrained, I would have lunged toward him, rushing to get his clothes off to get to his cock.

I heard a squishing sound. Unsure of that it was, I didn’t think much of it. He stepped behind me, grabbing my hips dominantly he placed me where he wanted me.

My pussy. Please just fuck me in the pussy, it craves you…. I kept thinking to myself. The anticipation was killing me.

He pushed his cock forward, I tried to move away. “No, stay here,” he commanded. He pushed his cock forward again, and into my ass it went.

He kept it there for a minute, to let it get used to his size. He had coated his cock in lubricant which I was thankful for. Slowly he extracted himself, then pushed it back in. I knew his cock, he probably wasn’t all of it, something else I was thankful for.

He started moving faster. I’d never wanted to be fucked in the ass, but here I was. I was even enjoying it. I started to cum as he held my hips firmly. I loved how he was in control.

He came in my ass with a loud grunt. I couldn’t believe everything that had happened today. He pulled out. My ass now gaping from the missing member. I felt so dirty, I wish he would put it back in.

I whimpered, knowing these activities were now over. “Did you like being that dirty girl?” he asked. I couldn’t speak.

“You were very naughty. You fucked two guys in front of me. And did a girl too. Should I spank you?”

I remembered, this was how it had all started. I was naughty and he spanked me on our first date. It had turned me on in ways that no proper guy ever had. I hadn’t expected to have sex with him that night, but I couldn’t deny myself after that spanking, and ever since then he had pushed my limits in ways I couldn’t imagine, or thank him enough for.

“Please spank your dirty girlfriend. I’ve been very bad,” I begged him.

Thwack, landed his hand on my ass. My pussy tingled as it did those months before. Thwack , thwack, thwack they repeated. My ass turned warm, and I smiled.

He got me up and untied me. He removed my blindfold. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I could see. I blinked several times getting used to the light. I looked around. In the mirror I saw myself. Covered in cum still, even though I had a lot of it on my bed.

I looked at the clock, noon. I had started being tied up at 10AM. I can’t believe it was less than two hours.

“Go, wash up. Take a shower, then we’ll eat,” he said. I went into the bath and turned on the shower. He wasn’t going to join me, as I had hoped. I saw him dressing.

“How…” I started to ask him. “How many saw me.” A lump in my throat formed. I was afraid of the answer, yet desperate for it as well.

He smiled at me in a way that calmed me. “Many,” he said.

“And do I know these people?” Would I be able to show my face in public again is what I wanted to know.

“Some of them. Some we will see again soon in public places. You will always wonder who knows what you look like when you are naked and fucked. Some you will think know when they look at you. And it will turn you on. You’ll want to fuck as soon as you can when you think about it won’t you.”

It was more a statement than a question. He was right. I would. I would get so horny thinking about it.

A last question. One that had to be asked, “and the girl?”

“You know her. But I’ll never tell you who she was. And I doubt she’ll tell you either. And no, she wasn’t blindfolded, so she knows who you are. Did you like licking her pussy? You seemed like a natural at it. Maybe we should find some more girls for you to play with.”

With that, he left. I turned me on thinking about how much he liked watching me eat pussy.

I stepped under the warm water, and started to erase away the evidence from my morning activities. But the memories would never be erased. I just wished I could have seen everyone there

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darkbluekies · 10 months

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Don't know if anyone asked but what would the yandere's reaction be to the reader patching them up after they get injured?

Warnings: mentions of cuts, blood, killing, yandere, feeling depressed? (I'm not sure what to call it)

Silas:

He is strongly against you seeing him in this kind of condition. He’s supposed to be your protector, supposed to take care of you … not the other way around. But you manage to push him down on the toilet and start to clean his wounds while he hisses and curses, although afterwards, he’ll shower you in kisses and tell you how grateful he is.

“You’re not supposed to — fuck — do this. I can take care of myself, you know. Give me that — oh motherfucker — that disinfectant and I’ll do it myself. Yes, I am happy that you’re worried about me, but this isn’t my proudest moment, baby. Let me spare some damn dignity.”

Dr Kry:

He has cut his palm deeply on one of his sharp tools while cleaning up after a surgery. He returns to your room where he keeps all of his stuff. His hands are shaking too much to be able to clean it. You decide to help him before he bleeds out. Dr Kry guides you through the process to make sure you do everything as you should.

“Take that and pat it on my hand. Be careful though, that disinfectant is pretty strong. Ouch — I’m fine, don’t worry. Then you have to take the bandage and wrap it around my hand nad wrist. Don’t wrap it until my hand turns blue, but make sure that its tight. Good job, Y/N. I think I’m good now. But now you need to get back to bed, you know that you shouldn’t be out too much … as a thank you, I can get you dessert after dinner, alright?��

King Edmund:

Cut in the shoulder by a sword. An enemy had caught him in a vulnerable moment. You sit him down on the side of the bed and remove his shirt before starting to clean the wound. Edmund groans and throws his head back to avoid seeing the mess. Although complaining a lot, he doesn’t want anyone else treating him. No one but you are worthy enough to touch his body.

“Hurry up, please! For the love of all mighty, aren’t you done soon? I’m going to die! Yes, I am, you wouldn’t know. I’m going to mangle that scum who had the nerve to dislocate my shoulder. Y/N, you are going to take care of me until I’m well again, won’t you? You have to. I’m your king … your husband. You need to take care of me.”

Jerry:

Another one who’s extremely against you seeing her in this condition. She tries to push you away when you try to help her, but she’s too weak. In the end, you manage to corner her in the bathroom and treat her bloody wounds. For once, her hard demeanor seem to fall. She’s quiet, limp. You ask what’s on her mind, fearing for why she’s not being her normal dramatic, sarcastic self.

“I honestly thought that I was going to die … I have never been so … scared before. I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Yes, I am. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know it already. You should have left me alone, Y/N. You shouldn’t patch me up. You should have left me to die. I love you. I know I don’t say that a lot, I just wanted you to … know. Sorry for being a pathetic pussy … I just … nevermind.”

Hedwig:

She’s crying while you clean the wound on her cheek. She had been shaving off some baby hairs — a trick she’d seen online — but had been too uncertain, resulting in her cutting herself. You clean it softly and place a bandaid over it.

“I look so ugly, don’t I? I can’t go to school like this! People will laugh at me. Everyone will know that i tried to shave and that I couldn’t do it. Please stay with me, Y/N, stay with me forever. You’re the only one who doesn’t care what I look like. It doesn’t look … that bad … right? I never want to be without you, i dont think i could do it.”

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Disconnected… (sully family x reader)

this was inspired by 2 requests sent in so please enjoy! I didn’t link the two requests just cause I didn’t want to spoil it before you read so thank you! 💞

Y/n Sully. I was a happier child…until that light was pulled away and burnt out.

*five year old Y/n*

There was one too many moment where Jake had compared her to her older siblings…

Jake had pulled Y/n by her ear to listen to his words clearly about how she had to heal and be as good as Kiri..

Y/n walked into a separate room clearly in distress while Kiri was calmly sitting down beading a bracelet but she could sense something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“…father keeps saying that I have to be like you but I’m not you.”

Y/n didn’t even give Kiri a chance to talk she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make her feel better…not even a few moments after both sisters heard their mother talking to another Navi and that just made Y/n more upset.

“Kiri is the most beautiful child ever! We were given her so sudden and I always say to her, Eywa gave me you.”

Whats the softest way to say…you took away my passion…my happiness…what’s the kindest way to say?..you took away my spark.

I had so much potential, had I just been brought up differently given the correct corrections and encouragement I would’ve been something…something meaningful.

*6 year old Y/n*

“Y/n! Hold the knife correctly! Look at the way your brother is holding it! Why can’t you just be smart? Think!”

Y/n was too young to even start early training but…he made her anyways, said “with her like that, she needs at least two years of early training! She needs to think smarter.”

The little girl was buried deep into training when all she wanted to do was continue making friendship bracelets for people…she was such a sweet little girl.

Every time Jake yelled, stood by, or ever so slightly glanced at her she felt slightly scared…it always felt like he didn’t care. Truth was Jake was reckless with her feelings..he didn’t care about how the outcome of his actions would reflect on the young child.

Now I just sit in the comforting silence of the forest.

*8 year old Y/n*

There was one day when I was genuinely scared…terrified of the man yelling in my face..grabbing me, all because I failed at aiming correctly that day..but it was only because he made me stay up the entire night before practicing.

“Why can’t you just think kid?!”

He was pushing for words to come out as tears build up in my eyes.

“You were awful today!”

My own father could sleep peacefully in the fact that he was destroying me. It made him mad, my silence spoke louder than words..anger he wanted to come out of me. All of the sudden a full hand slapped my cheek.

My heart missed multiple beats when I realized what had just happened. That’s the moment I went numb to his actions, I quickly got up..wiped away my tears and went off to train without him. If someone were to ever hit me the way he did that day, I wanted to be ready.

I was dragged through the mud, what’s more to be scared of..? I don’t need them or anyone.

I don’t speak much to anyone…they don’t try speaking to me either so I guess in a way I settled.

*9 year old Y/n*

Jake’s treatment towards Y/n was like whiplash. One second he’d give her slight hope it was ok and then the next second he’d crumble her to pieces.

He put Kiri and Y/n to healing and she was doing really well, until a hard week hit her.

“Y/n. You went from first…to worst in one whole practice! You need to do better, when will you get it?”

All siblings watched as Y/n curled herself in, hiding her head once he left.

They were sad to say they noticed how as the years went by Y/n no longer talked to them…to anyone. Yet all siblings turned a blind eye..maybe it was temporary?

It doesn’t mean that i stay by myself all alone and do nothing, no absolutely not I enjoy adventure, hanging onto life by a thread…

*10 year old Y/n*

I actually used to have a good friend I knew for a short amount of time but sadly…she died. She didn’t know a thing about survival but it was because her father refused to teach her. So I taught her, but i wish I did it sooner, maybe if I did she would’ve lived…

It happened just moments after I taught her how to shoot a gun, she found hidden away.

“You want to see what i found?…will you show me how to use it?”

I was conflicted and confused because i had only learned briefly just once

“Ok…but it is not a toy.”

“I know!”

She pointed the gun up to a random tree turning to me asking what she would do.

“The most important thing is when you go to shoot, take a breathe before you hit the trigger.”

Tílí took this hilarious big breathe, exaggerating it.

“What should I shoot?”

Tílí was so…inexperienced, so much that That she didn’t even know you couldn’t wave around the gun. So I crouched and panicked the moment she aimed it at me unknowingly.

“Don’t do that!”

“I-I’m so sorry i- im sorry!”

Tílí immediately put the gun away but i didn’t even look…i looked at the forest searching for where the walking sounds came from.

“…Tílí..let’s go now.”

I yanked onto her hand and ran, hiding in an old lab, as we ran i could hear the man’s voice,

“Come out! Where ever you are!”

..we weren’t allowed to be in that part of the forest but I followed because she said she wanted to show me the gun.

We both sat down listening to the man whistling…this outsider must’ve been left behind when they were supposed to leave pandora, or perhaps this was the start of them coming back. Adrenaline raced through me that day…I was just a kid.

“I need you to listen to me. we have to go now…are you listening?”

Tílí just sat there, staring at the floor, and scared to move. When I reached out for her again she started talking louder.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Daddy, I’m scared!”

It seemed as though she was stuck in time…like she believed her father would come right that moment, he made her so dependent..so scared.

“Snap out of it, Tílí!..please!”

My brain fogged up believing I wouldn’t be able to save her, I began to get scared. My head turned to the whistling getting closer and then i did what I believed was best..

“Move!”

Tílí felt my hand slap her across the face..and then she rushed up, I got her out first by holding her up to reach the skylight on the roof and then pulled myself up..as soon as we jumped off we ran but the man didn’t fail to notice us.

I ran with her but when we passed she had fallen and so did the gun but…the man shot her in the arm

“Get up Tílí! You have to trust me, I got you!”

Tílí screamed in pain as I yanked her up, catching the gun, and ran. The man was taking his time in catching us..he knew I wouldn’t want leave her…

She had no chance though, her speed was slower but I had to drag her, it left me no time to make turns so the man wouldn’t have a direct area to shoot. I didn’t even have time to hide us so I could kill him then..He had shot her in the chest.

“No don’t- Y/n! Daddy!!”

“No! Tílí!”

I instantly turned back and hid shooting the man from getting closer…my body went tense as I walked closer to Tíli, her body was shaking and hyperventilating.

“No, please Tílí! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Your my best friend…I’m sorry.”

I stayed in the forest crying, left with her body.

That trauma didn’t go unnoticed. Mo’at could see that something was wrong with Y/n. It terrified her to see her grandchild’s downfall, she knew that Y/n would one day turn her back on her father for training and giving her pain so many years. Y/n wouldn’t let anyone even touch or stand by her…Mo’at wasn’t even an exception, no matter how much she wanted to heal those little wounds on her grandchild’s rough fingers and knees from training. She could see the pain Y/n was working through, the back pain from constantly doing tricks in training…suppose it was the reason Y/n was the best but it doesn’t mean it’s ok.

Y/n had been sitting on the floor, making medicine while Mo’at observed her…Neytiri walked in the room with medicine Kiri made from home.

“Kiri made some medicine for healing, mother.”

Mo’at hushed Neytiri and pulled her to the side, still keeping an eye on Y/n.

“We must talk..”

“About?”

“Y/n-“

“Oh mother please, no need to worry about that child she-she’s fine. She remains happy at home as well.”

“Really? If that were true, that child would feel safe enough to make medicine from home.”

“Mother. You cannot possibly be insinuating that-“

“Shh. It’s just Y/n, there’s something cold behind her eyes…”

Mo’at walked away leaving Neytiri wondering…she too watched Y/n while she unpacked the medicine Kiri was making from home…

After helping grandmother I had stayed out a little but I only came back late five minutes after eclipse and brought back food that I hunted for. I could feel him and his stares..how he was so fixated on me and what i was doing now that he wasn’t playing ‘olo’ekytan’.

“You staying out late again?! I already told you, your forbidden from staying out! You think bringing food back home will make it better?!”

I couldn’t listen. My hand automatically dropped the food off by my mother and I immediately walked back out the home entering the forest, too annoyed to deal with him…he didn’t stop though.

My feet walked faster, heart began beating louder and my eyes just kept looking forward, not turning back.

“You come back here right now. I mean it Y/n stop!”

I couldn’t..for the first time in a long time..i just wanted to stop, to look him in the eye.

“I’m gonna tell you right now, You’re-“

Sometimes my mind just fogs up and forgets my morals…just like him. I turned right around, banging my hand into a tree just to push him to listen.

“Stop! I’ll walk home sir just- stop.”

He continued mumbling words, yanking me by the ear, i allowed it…im not at my break point just yet. As we entered the home he threw me onto my hammock and i just accepted it, staring at the sky…the other thing about numbness is that it kinda collapses time…suddenly i find my whole days blending together creating this endless and suffocating loop, training is all I do…

“Dinners ready!”

My transit stopped and i got up slowly, sitting in my little corner. There was never space at our dinner area for me..so I just ate alone. Then i did my chores as normal, slowly walked up to my bed sighing at the fact that i didn’t have the warmth everyone else did. Mother seemingly forgot to request a new blanket for me and I didn’t make enough time to craft items to trade something in for it..so I’ll settle on the rough blanket with seeking holes.

The next day I was told to do hunting with Neteyam in the forest…we didn’t talk much, which made it easier for us to hear outside noises..Then a man came but wasn't normal navi, he was an avatar and he held a gun, seemingly scare almost like he got lost.

"Shoot 'em"

Neteyam couldn't pull the trigger, but I didn't have the patience and i shot the man in the leg...then the hip.

I walked slowly to him.

Neteyam slightly tugged on me to just walk away and not interfere...but i just couldn't…something was wrong.

"Cmon let's go."

“Shut up Neteyam.”

He was annoyed but he just didn’t understand what the situation was so I kicked the man repeatedly until he was begging me..and when he did I asked some questions.

“Who are you with? You are not normal Navi.”

Then he spitted in my face mumbling about him swearing and being loyal, I shot him in the head with my arrow.

“Idiot.”

We walked away in silence but i can tell In his face what i had just done bothered him..he’ll get over it though right? He’s supposed to be the strongest warrior. The noises weren’t done..we could hear our siblings voices as we walked away. Neteyam called for our parents but i couldn’t stay put like he did.

Neteyam was behind a tree ready to shoot an arrow but he hadn’t realized a soldier approaching so I jumped down from the branch stabbing repeatedly into the man’s neck quick to make it silent..i hid once again when I saw a soldier head our way..he hadn’t noticed the body, just grabbed Neteyam, snapping his bow into half.

I began killing all 3 soldiers around hidden in the trees pointing guns at my siblings who were on their knees.

My eyes landed on the two fallen guns and i shot 6 while they blindly shot in a panic…i didn’t see anyone else, my siblings had ran into my parents arms. I was covered in blood..fixated on two missing soldiers…

Quaritch watched from a far, he could see Y/n held zero mercy…she was the one who shot their soldier who got lost in the forest. If she was so cold…he’d be able to get to her, get through her head.

He made sure the soldier beside him stood up first, aiming a gun at Y/n and then he shot him…setting up a scene of him “protecting her”.

Y/n held her gun to him…but for a minute she seemed in awe, she was stuck in time..she felt like she knew who this man was, somehow and in some way she heard stories about him when she was listening to her parents conversations…as did he. The reason he knew about Y/n was because before they were sent back to the forest, they discussed the little information they knew about the sully family, Y/n sully being one of them. In all honesty he hoped he’d walk into her, she was a kid who he believed could easily be ended or manipulated, because Jake never loved her, no one did. Hints why back at the fort they referred to her as the ‘the child with no love’.

If he got her on his side, he’d be unstoppable and be able to kill her father with zero hesitation. He knew he needed her trust first so he dropped his gun, left himself defenseless.

“I won’t kill you kid. Those soldiers that you just killed, well I wish it was different I do but they were weak of will and character.”

Y/n was patient this time…this man wanted to actually listen and talk to her but then again she didn’t care, he held let them hold a gun to innocent peoples heads.

“You know what I wish? I wish I had killed you too. I still can.”

“Yet you haven’t, you think any of those soldiers would have the balls to say something like that. There’s no way you could’ve lasted this long by yourself, otherwise.”

He was wrong because Y/n was brutal when she had to be. But Quaritich seems to take the brutal mindset Y/n had to the furthest extreme. However what Quaritch does goes far beyond being brutal he was just ruthless ..And no one who is ruthless deserves to live. Y/n still let the man go on..trying to pick her poison.

“We’re more alike than you think. In fact I think you realize it…but you’re not comfortable with it yet.”

That’s where Y/n ended it she shot him in the leg, aimed right by his lungs…and then her bullets ran out. Jake was watching from afar…he saw the entire conversation…on his way back he saw the bodies on the floor with multiple stab wounds, and he watched how she walked up to him with a knife. Then..he was spotted by Quaritch.

“Jake-“

“Y/n! I’ll handle him. You don’t need to do that.”

Quaritch chucked at the oblivious father.

“That girl’s already seen more than you can imagine.”

Y/n turned to her father, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. That’s not your decision.”

“Atta girl, she ain’t afraid to look me in the eye like you Jake. You know that feeling you got right now? That's what makes you stronger than the rest of them kid….”

Y/n knew his words were true..but she was getting annoyed at the man who was repeatedly talking..letting all her thoughts out to her father..so she stabbed him in the neck, Repeatedly. Jake watched in horror, it was then that he realized he stabbed her in the back repeatedly as well…he made her a killing machine. She disconnected with the world more than usual and she didn’t even feel affected by it.

Everything felt slow..metal from the knife clinging with the soiled floor..blood covering her body. Y/n looked at her father, she wanted him to see her and the gore she created.

“this is what you’ve made me become.”

!💓!

Fun facts!

Kiri was making friendship bracelets at the age Y/n wasn’t allowed to!

Tílí was a reflection of what Y/n would’ve been if she hadn’t grown up quicker.

I didn’t show much of happier Y/n because her memories would be very faded from that time..she started to grow faster at age 5.

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mypimpademia · 10 months

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— Passenger Princess

Izuku x Black! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons of what it’s like to be Izuku’s passenger princess

TW: Slightly (but briefly) suggestive towards the end

Bakugo version here!

⇶ One of Izuku’s primary love languages is quality time, so you being his passenger princess is inevitable

⇶ He loves to be with you all the time, and he feels like running around town with you rather than by himself is the perfect way to spend his day

⇶ Riding around with Izuku is something you do at least once a week, normally over the weekend when he has to run errands

⇶ Shoots you a text first thing in the morning, telling you good morning and asking if you wanna come spend the day with him

⇶ He’s an early riser, usually waking up around 5 AM and starting his day with a good workout, so you don’t respond till hours later and he’s okay with that

⇶ He keeps his notification sound on just to make sure he doesn’t miss it when you text back, happily agreeing to come with him

⇶ Izuku immediately puts down whatever weight he’s lifting, or stops his push ups or sit ups, and replies in an instant, telling you he’ll be over in an hour

⇶ Finishes up his workout then takes a quick shower and gets dressed in some sweatpants and a random hoodie before heading out

⇶ You always tell him that he doesn’t have to, but Izuku was raised a gentleman and everytime he comes to pick you up, he’d much rather come to your apartment door to get you instead of just making you walk out to his car

⇶ Always thinks you look the prettiest in a casual outfit, and little to no make up. His heart melts everytime you greet him with a glossy lipped grin, smelling like your favorite perfume

⇶ Never fails to get a kiss from you, despite your protests and whines about how you just put on lip gloss

⇶ On top of quality time, Izuku is alllll about acts of service

⇶ Before you even go anywhere, he asks if you need anything from anywhere

⇶ Won’t take no for an answer, even if you truly don’t need anything

⇶ Takes you to breakfast before anything if you haven’t eaten yet, and pays for the both of you

⇶ Izuku then proceeds to take you anywhere either of you need/want to go

⇶ He may be the one driving, but he still follows whatever you want like a lost puppy

⇶ If you even slightly mention something about going to Target, the beauty supply, Sephora, Ulta, or even IKEA, you can bet that’s where you’ll end up next

⇶ He’s got zero self restraint, and although he’s grown out of letting people walk all over him, he’s still a people pleaser to an extent, and will try and make his loved ones happy by any means

⇶ Especially you.

⇶ Throws anything that you even glance at into the cart

⇶ Don’t even say “Aw, that’s cute,” to anything, because he’ll offer to buy it for you on the spot no matter the price

⇶ Because he grew up with a single mother who did what she could to make sure he lived well, Izuku can be hesitant to spend money

⇶ But that only applies to him spending money on himself and others spending on him

⇶ No matter how much he loves something, if that price tag isn’t pretty, he’s not getting it.

⇶ But when it comes to you? You could drag him into every luxury store on Earth, and he’d swipe his card on every item you ring up without even looking at the price.

⇶ You never make him spend crazy amounts on you of course, but he denies you everytime you try and deny him buying you things

“What? You don’t love me anymore?”

He was exaggerating, of course. He knows you love him, but he gets pouty when you don’t let him show affection the way he wants to.

“Don’t start with that, Zuku,” you rolled your eyes. “And put that back, you are not getting me that. I wouldn’t even buy that for myself for that kind of money.”

Izuku kissed his teeth in response. He could be so sassy sometimes, only he would get this riled up about not being allowed to buy someone a necklace.

“Okay? That’s you,” he argued. “I’d buy it for you, you know I will.”

Emphasis on the ‘I will’, and not ‘I would’. Izuku has always been the stubborn type, and not even you could change that about him.

“Izuku, absolutely not,” you shook your head at him.

He sighed, walking up behind you and placing the gold rope chain against your collarbone.

“C‘mon angel,” he whispered. “You were just talking about how beautiful this was and how you love it so much. Lemme buy it for you.”

He was sweet talking you now, and it was working. You hated it.

“Izu, baby,” you started, but he cut you off before you could protest again.

“You’d look so good with it,” he put the necklace on you, clasping it and turning you towards a mirror. “See? And I could get you a pendant for it, maybe put your initial on it.”

Izuku pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“Or even mine.”

Your face was burning up, and you huffed in defeat.

“…How much is it, again?” You asked.

Izuku smiled at you threw the mirror.

“Don’t worry about that, princess.”

⇶ If the man ever went bankrupt, it’d be because of you, but he wouldn’t even complain

⇶ As much as he loves to spoil you on your shopping trips, grocery shopping is his favorite

⇶ It feels so intimate and domestic, he seriously considers proposing to you then and there

⇶ Picking out veggies that look fresh, seeing which fruits are ripened to your liking, and buying extras of things just because they’re on a good sale

⇶ Groceries are always your last activity of the day, just because you always run around doing so much, Izuku doesn’t want to have fresh food sitting in his car for hours on end

⇶ But he always loves walking around with you from aisle to aisle looking for what you need and checking off the grocery list

⇶ Once again urges you to get anything you need or want, and still won’t take no for an answer

⇶ Sometimes, you just pick up a pack of gum or some candy at the register so he stops asking

⇶ Izuku never wants to leave you when the day is coming to an end, so you always go back to his place to put away groceries and cook some dinner together while he convinces you to stay the night

⇶ He’s lucky he’s a pretty boy that’s got a way with words, otherwise, all his sweet talking would never work

⇶ You already have everything you would need at his house. Shower supplies, your usually lotion and other moisturizers, clothes, and more bonnets than anyone needs

⇶ And of course there’s two of every bonnet, just so he can match you

⇶ After dinner, you take a shower together

⇶ Aside from Izuku not knowing how to keep his hands to himself when he offers to wash you, showering with him is relaxing and endearing

⇶ He holds you whole hot water runs over you both, fixes your shower cap so your hair doesn’t get wet, and lets you wash his face for him

⇶ On top of your matching bonnets, you have matching pjs as well, and a lot of your sets are hero themed, naturally

⇶ Izuku lights up a vanilla scented candle, then gets an assortment of snacks from the kitchen while you pick out a movie or a show to binge watch

⇶ And after a long, hard, and oh so draining day of sitting pretty in Izuku’s passenger seat while he buys you anything and everything, you fall asleep on the couch with him, curled under a blanket, and wrapped in his arms <3

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losfacedevil · 11 days

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Criminal Offense // JTK

The one in which Jakes frisky side comes out to play w.c 4.4k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, Dom!Jake, use of restraints, teasing, oral (f!receiving) use of sex toys, intercourse (p in v) if I have missed any PLEASE let me know!

Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and he watched your hips sway - never standing still in one place for long. The softness of your voice had his eyes fluttering as he listened to you sing along to the song that was playing quietly from the stereo in the living room. He swallowed hard and took a step towards you, rolling his shoulders as he watched you bend at the waist to pick up something you had dropped.

He closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body back against him. A soft huff of air escaped you as your back collided with with his chest and you couldn’t help the nervous giggle that slipped past your lips. You reached up and threaded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and turned your head, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hi.” The word drifted past your lips on a whisper, one only meant for him to hear. A soft chuckle escaped him and he turned his head to capture your lips with his in a soft and sensual kiss that always left you weak in the knees. Pulling a deep breath in through his nose he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead gently against your temple.

“What did you do all day, love?” He kept his voice soft, knowing he was close to your ear and didn’t want to hurt your eardrum with his loud tone. You shrugged your shoulders gently and reached up to cup his cheek in your palm, running your thumb along his jawline.

“Mmmm, well I cleaned up a bit, read my book for a while out in the sun and I thought about you.” You giggled. Jake cleared his throat and tightened his arms around your waist, a telling move you were starting to rile him up.

“Thought about me, did you? Were they good thoughts at least?” He chuckled and began to sway both of your bodies in place. A sinister smile spread across your face and you nodded, swallowing hard before you opened your mouth to speak.

“Some were very pleasant, others… they may get me thrown into time out if I tell you.” You giggled, knowing you had piqued his interest with your choice of words.

“Time out, huh? And just how bad could these thoughts be if my baby thinks I’m going to put her in time out?” He chuckled. He began to run the tip of his nose along the length of your cheek, brushing his lips gently against the junction of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut and your full attention tuned to the feel of his nose against your cheek sending a shiver up your spine.

“I was just thinking of how fun an innocent game of cops and robbers were be. Yknow to be caught and handcuffed by you… taken to the station and booked… maybe show a little skin to get myself out of the big trouble I’d gotten into.” You giggled, feeling his length beginning to harden the more you spoke.

“I think… if you were arrested… you wouldn’t be getting anything if you showed a little skin. If anything you’d be getting punished for both your criminal offense and for showing skin to someone that’s not me.” He chuckled and began to press soft kisses against the skin of your neck.

“But what if you were the officer, hm? A citizens arrest for something like… oh I don’t know… this?” You mumbled and pressed your hips back against his groin, eliciting a soft moan from the back of his throat as you delivered him the friction he so desperately craved. His hands found your hips and he dug his fingers in to stop the moment of your hips completely. A nervous chuckle escaped him as he straightened his back and removed his lips from your neck.

“What have I told you about being a tease, hmm? Where does that get you?” Wrapping your fingers around his you pushed back once more, grinding your ass against his groin even faster than the first time.

“A tease? Who me? I don’t tease without the intention of finishing off my meal, Officer.” You cooed, knowing you had fully gotten under his skin. Jake slipped his bottom lip gently between his teeth and maneuvered his hands so they were now wrapped tightly around your wrists. Pulling your arms back gingerly, he held your wrists together in one hand at the small of your back and nudged the back of your foot with the toe of his shoe.

“That’s it. You’re under arrest, anything you say will be used against you however I see fit.” He spoke in a tone that was laced with desire and he slowly led you down the hall into your shared bedroom. You knew better than to protest and went along with his little game, forming the most perfect pout on your lips as he spun you around and perched you onto the foot of your shared bed.

Your bottom lip found a home between your teeth as you sat on the edge of the bed with your hands folded in your lap. You watched closely as he puttered around the room looking for the handcuffs he knew were hidden somewhere.

“Jake?” You tried, lifting your hand to flag down his attention. He shook his head gently and turned his attention to his belt, slowly beginning to undo the buckle and slipped the leather belt out of its home on his waist.

“I’d suggest you watch what you say, amore mio, you wouldn’t want to describe your own punishment… or would you?” He quipped, nodding his head in a motion you knew all to well as a silent request to scoot up the bed. You raised your brows but did as you were told, not wanting to give Jake anything to be upset about.

“But… the handcuffs are in your bedside table.” You spoke softly and nodded in the direction of his table, watching as his eyes lit up slightly. A devious smile spread across his face as he folded his belt in half and cracked it like a whip. You jumped nearly out of your skin even though you knew the noise was coming and he cackled at the way you fell back against the pillows.

Jake crawled up the bed and settled himself over you. He straddled your waist perfectly, leaning a knee on each side of your thighs and kept just enough of his weight borne down on you to keep you in place and aching for more. His tongue snuck out between his lips and moistened the skin as he folded the belt to perfectly resemble that of a pair of handcuffs.

“That’s cute. What happens when we tease, hmm, baby?” He crooned, leaning forward to gently slip her hands into the makeshift shackles. Your breathing quickened as he tightened the belt around your wrists and held your hands high above your head.

“Babes who whine and tease don’t get the luxury of comfy shackles.” You mumbled, watching as he leaned over and dug the pair of handcuffs he had been on the hunt for out of his top bedside table drawer. Your eyes fluttered shut as you pulled a deep breath in through you nose and swallowed hard. Listening for the sounds of the shackles being closed around the headboard of the bed.

“That’s right. Babes who whine have to feel the burn of the leather as they fight against it trying to touch. Now are you gonna be a good girl and let me have my way with you?” A devilish smile spread across his face as you nodded in agreement and bucked your hips up against his. Jakes jaw dropped slightly and he reached down to deliver a love tap to your hip, silently reminding you to stay still. You nodded your head quickly, not trusting your voice to hold its tone as you spoke.

“Oh.. are you now? I’m not so sure I believe you.” He quipped, letting his voice trail off as he connected his lips to your temple and slowly began to kiss his way down to the warm skin of your neck. His fingers began to slowly work open the buttons on the tube top you wore, revealing more skin as he went. Your breath caught in your throat as his nose brushed against the sensitive spot just below your ear and he pulled back, quickly finding your gaze with his own.

“What was that, Angel? Did you like the way that felt? Hmm?” He asked, sitting back on his knees and pulled the fabric of your shirt out from underneath you as he awaited your answer. You nodded your head slightly, your attention turned fully to the way his hands were now cupping your breasts.

“Use your words.”

Pulling in a deep, calming breath you opened your eyes and found his gaze, knowing this game all too well. His fingers danced gently across your chest, paying close attention to your nipples, and rolled them harshly between his finger tips. A whine danced up your throat but you bit it back and swallowed hard, never taking your eyes off of his.

“Keep touching me.” Your voice never rose above a whisper, not trusting your tone to stay level as you spoke. A soft smile spread across his face and he leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a sensual kiss. You arched your back trying to manipulate where his hands were caressing and felt him smile into the kiss. He pulled away just enough to let a sentence slip between his lips.

“Not so fast, Angel.” He murmured, letting his lips ghost over yours as he spoke softly. Tipping your head you tried to reconnect your lips, chasing his as he pulled back even further with a sinister chuckle. Tilting his head he pressed his lips to your cheek and began to slowly kiss down the length of it, before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. A soft whine escaped you and you fought against the smooth leather of the belt, your mind more focused on threading your fingers through his hair than the restrains keeping you in place.

His hands never moved from your breasts and he continued to toy with your taut nipples, rolling the buds gently with his finger tips. But you attention went to the sensation his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin of your neck caused. The shiver that danced down your spine causing your back to arch involuntarily and pressed your breasts even more against his hands.

“Mark me… please.” Your words sounded breathless and you sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady your heart rate. You could feel the way his lips curled into a smile and he pressed them softly against the side of your neck, testing the waters briefly. He removed his hands from your breasts and you felt as if you could breathe again, until his left hand came to rest on your throat just under your jaw and he tilted your head slightly to his advantage.

“Everyone’s gonna know exactly who you belong to, amore mio.” He cooed and gently began to suck on the skin of your neck, eliciting soft moans from your chest. You focused on your breathing, trying to keep yourself grounded as he slipped his free hand between your bodies and cupped your core.

Pulling off your neck with a lewd pop, he sat back and admired his work. A devilish grin spread across his face as he watched the mottled skin begin to darken, the bruise he so lovingly placed there developing quickly. He raked his gaze down the length of your torso and couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as your skin began to flush with the need he knew was pooling between your thighs.

Jake shimmied backwards off of the bed and pushed himself to stand, slowly making his way around the bed to dig in his bedside table drawer once more. Your thoughts ran wild and your eyes widened slightly -knowing exactly what called that drawer home- and you tried to figure out what exactly he was on the hunt for. Taking a moment of solace in his rummaging, you focused on your breathing, calming yourself as much as you could.

A sinister chuckle slipped past his lips and brought you back to him, causing you to open your eyes. They quickly found the vibrator he held in his hand, one he knew you used regularly when he wasn’t around. Your eyes widened and you raised your brows in a surprised expression. A whoosh of breath escaped you as you tried to sit up to no avail.

“That’s not playing fair. You can’t use that yet.” Your voice hovered at a whisper, not trusting the tone that would slip past your lips. Jake chuckled and placed the device on the table, holding his hands up in surrender.

“As you wish.” He mumbled and made his way back around to the foot of the bed. Perching his knees on the edge he leaned forward and began to press soft kisses against the soft skin between your breasts, taking note in how your breathing hitched. But he pulled back quickly and drew his hands up, wrapping his fingers loosely around the waistband of your pants.

“Take them off… please.” You cooed, lifting your hips just enough for him to shimmy the yoga pants down your legs and in one swift move had them off of your legs and dropped them to the floor. He raised a brow teasingly and crawled up the length of the bed. Placing a hand on each side of you head he hovered over you, leaning down to capture your lips in his. It didn’t take long for you to catch on to the game that he was playing and you lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist to pull his body closer to your.

“Touch me. I need to feel your touch.” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his as he shifted his weight and snaked a hand down between your bodies. Jake wasted no time slipping his middle finger between your folds and slowly teased your entrance, collecting your slick on his finger. You swallowed hard and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he slowly pressed into you.

You blew a breath out on a low whistle - a noise you hadn’t meant to make - and Jake chuckled as he captured your lips with his once more. He curled his finger slightly, testing the waters before adding a second and stretching you out even more. His name left your lips on a whimper, one that fueled his fingers to begin to move quicker. He pulled back slowly and rubbed his nose gently against the side of yours. A cheeky smile you couldn’t see spread across his face as he pressed his thumb gently against your swollen clit and he began to rub small circles around it.

“Jake please I… I can’t.” You whined and arched your back into his touch. He chuckled lightly and leaned back on his knees so he could see the way your body was reacting to his touch.

“Yes you can, sweetness. You can have anything you want, you just have to ask.” He cooed and leaned down, placing his mouth fully over your taut nipple. He rolled his tongue over it slowly, reveling in the way your breathing quickened as the coil in your stomach began to tighten quickly. Pulling your hands up you fought against your restraints, whining as the leather began to burn the skin of your wrists. Jake raked his teeth gently over your nipple before pulling back and blew a cool stream of air over it.

“Jake… I need…” You voice trailed off as a gasp slipped past your lips. His thumb began to move quicker in response to your walls clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you were getting close. He ran his nose gently down the valley between your breasts, taking in the scent that was undeniably you and began to press soft kisses against your stomach.

“What do you need, amore mio?” He mumbled, knowing the small slip of Italian would rile you up more. Soft moans slipped past your lips as you focused your attention on his voice and you swallowed hard, willing your dry mouth to moisten. Taking a deep breath you let it escape you before speaking.

“Your mouth… on me, please. Need your mouth.” You mumbled. Jake slowly retracted his fingers from you and couldn’t help the way he chuckled as you whined at the loss of contact. Reaching up he placed his fingers in his mouth to get a taste of you before returning to a hovering position over you.

“Is that what you need, hmm? My mouth and tongue all over every inch of skin I can press it to?” He mumbled softly and began to pepper your face with soft kisses, trailing them slowly down the length of your cheek and neck. You nodded your head and fought against your restraints once more. Jake reached up and cupped your breast in his hand, turning his attention on the breast he had neglected earlier and gave it the same treatment he had given earlier.

“Baby please. Need to cum. Need you to make me cum.” You mumbled and arched your back once more, searching for the friction you so desperately craved. He began his slow descent of kisses once more and stopped right above your pelvis, resting his chin against your stomach and focused his gaze on your face.

“You need to cum, hmm? That sounds like… like a demand. You need to ask nicely if you’d like me to do something about it.” He cooed. Jake pulled back and blew a stream of cool air over your core, sending a shiver dancing up your spine.

“Please, Jake. Need your mouth, want you to make me cum, please.” A sinister chuckle escaped his lips and he made himself comfortable between your thighs, looking up only to gain the wordless confirmation that you did want what he was about to do. Jake swallowed hard before poking his tongue out between his lips and flattened it against your core, licking gently through your folds.

A moan mixed with a sigh of relief slipped past your lips as he worked your core over with his tongue slowly, dragging out every single move he made. Removing his hand from your hip he placed it back between your thighs and gently pressed two fingers back into your core, eliciting a loud moan from deep within your chest. His hand stilled as you adjusted to the added digits and he curved them slightly, pressing right up against the spot he knew would send you soaring.

Jake pulled a deep breath in through his nose and continued to dance small circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. The slip of his name and arching of your back tipped him off to just how close you were and he pulled back, breaking all contact he had with your body. A loud whine escaped you and you fought against your restraints once more, itching to thread your fingers through his hair and guide him right back to where you needed him the most.

“What’s wrong, my love? Hmmm? Was that not enough for you?” He cooed, rising up onto his knees. Jakes eyes never left yours as he leaned over and scooped up the vibrator he had discarded on the desk earlier. You swallowed hard and watched as a sinister smile spread across his face.

“Baby, please. I need to cum.” You could feel the heat in your face as your cheeks began to burn red and you fought back the tears you could feel prickling the backs of your eyes. He leaned down and captured your lips with his in a chaste kiss.

“Tell me more.” He urged, knowing you knew exactly what you wanted him to do. Pulling in a deep breath through your nose, you let it out in a soft stream and swallowed hard.

“Let me free and… make love to me Jake, however you want. Let me touch and fuck me silly.” Jake chuckled, knowing he would do exactly as you wanted once he had just a little more fun with you.

“Where’s the fun in that? I haven’t even used your favorite little device on you yet, now have I?” He crooned and, sitting back on his heels, he turned the vibrator on. He traced the little bullet down the length of your torso, paying close attention to tease your taut nipples with it before bringing it to rest against your clit. A loud gasp escaped you at the sudden contact and your back arched instantly.

“Jake, please, I’m gonna…” You voice trailed off as your orgasm blind sided you and your hips pushed up off of the bed. A soft smile spread across Jakes face and he couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips as he turned the vibrator off and tossed it to the side.

“That’s my girl, giving it all to me so quickly. Now what was it you wanted again? Since you were such a good girl.” You swallowed hard and tugged at the belt wrapped around your wrists.

“Let me free and fuck me silly.” Jake nodded and did as he was asked, leaning up on his knees he slowly unwound the belt, letting your wrists free finally. He took your hands in his and examined your wrists, making sure the belt hadn’t left any damage to your skin and pressed soft kisses to both wrists, a silent promise to make them feel better later.

Jake wasted no time in stripping down and slowly crawled back up the bed, resting his hips between yours. Lowering himself down he peppered soft kisses to your cheeks and lips, loving the soft giggles that escaped you at his shenanigans.

“Your wish is my command.” He cooed and reached a hand down between your bodies, wrapping it gently around himself and lined up with your entrance. He pressed his hips forward gently and slid into you with ease, groaning as he bottomed out and hid his face in the crook of your neck. He allowed himself a moment to adjust to the feeling before pulling back and sliding gently into you once more.

He kept his pace slow and gentle, not wanting to cause you anymore discomfort than he had already. You wrapped your legs around his waist and began to pull your hips up to meet his thrusts. He peppered soft kisses against the side of your neck as he quickened his pace, chasing his own release.

His name slipped past your lips as he angled your hips just right and shimmied a pillow under your hips to keep you tilted. The soft noises you both made mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin was all that could be heard as he slammed into you. You gripped his back tightly and dragged your nails down his Sun kissed skin, leaving deep red marks in their wake.

A strained whine escaping you mixed loud groan ripped from his chest and he buried his face back into the crook of your neck as your second orgasm washed over you and you clenched around him. His pace began to become erratic and you dragged your nails down his back once more.

“Fuck..” He mumbled and you felt him twitch as he toppled over the edge and his orgasm overtook him. His hips slowed to a stop and he rested his weight against you briefly, catching his breath and peppering your face with kisses.

Straightening his back he reached over to the night stand for the box of Kleenex kept there and slowly withdrew himself from you. He made quick work of cleaning up the mess he had made and helped you shimmy back into your underwear.

“Are you feeling alright?” Jake asked softly as he sat next to you and began to rummage in his bedside table drawer once more. You nodded your head and wrapped your hand around your wrist, beginning to massage the irritated skin the belt had caused.

Jake quickly found the lotion he kept in the drawer and put a little bit in his hands before reaching out and grabbing yours. He gently massaged the spots on your wrists where the belt had been, using the lotion to soothe away any and all irritation that was on your skin.

“Back rub or a shower?” He asked quietly. He always allowed you to tell him what you needed to feel better afterwards. Reaching done he slowly began to massage your stomach and watched as your eyes fluttered shut at the soothing feeling he was creating.

“Just this, I promise.” Your voice was soft and you reveled in the feeling of his hands on you. He slowly massaged your stomach and down your thighs, paying close attention to your ankles that had been locked around each other. He made his way back up to your arms and gently massaged both of them, making sure to give your wrists a little more attention before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.” You mumbled and reached up, wrapping your arms gently around his neck. He couldn’t help but chuckle and rubbed his nose against yours.

“I’m just doing my job. With the fun comes the care to make sure you’re okay.” He mumbled and laid out beside you, resting his head against your chest and wrapped his arm around your waist. You began to pull your fingers through his hair, something you knew would put him to sleep almost instantly.

“You get to be pampered too. Now, shhh.” You giggled, your favorite way to tell him you wanted to sleep. With a nod of his head and a mumbled ‘I love you’, Jake pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and reached over to turn off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness before sleep took you under the realm of unconsciousness.

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xetswan · 10 months

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Seth Clearwater Imagine!-

Flustered Flirt

Warnings: None really

Requested!

“Seth’s here, Mom!” I called out as I excitedly put my shoes on. She comes out from the living room with a smirk on her face. “Alright, have fun. I better not get another call from anyone on the rez or Chief Swan like last time.” She tells me, reminding me of what happened a few weeks ago when he and I were being loud and got kicked out of a store. My face warms up. “Yes, I know.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder, exiting the house. “Love you!” My mom shouts just as I shut the door.

I speed walk over to Seth who was on an old dirt bike he and Jacob worked on together. He hands me his helmet. I grin, taking it. “Where’s yours?” I poke him, swinging my leg over the side. “You’re more important.” He simply tells me, and my heart quickens. Ever since my mom became good friends with Billy Black and Charlie Swan I have been going to the reservation. It was quite often, it was inevitable for Seth and I to meet.

And first glance, it was something weird. The whole world shifted to something brighter, and in Forks, that’s saying a lot.

I learned later on that he had imprinted on me. He’s a werewolf. It was strange to take in and have to act like it was normal but Billy had explained the stories to me.

I knew what they believed in, even if they called it myths, after the imprint thing and then actually being shown everything there was no way I couldn’t believe in it. That would make me plain stupid.

“[Name]?” I snap out of my thoughts. “Hm?”

“Hold on.” He snickers, “Oh, right.” I say, wrapping my arms around his upper waist, he starts the bike and it jolts forward before going smoothly. Today we are going shopping for Bella and Edward’s wedding, it’s this weekend and I realized I had nothing to wear so we decided to go today. He already had his outfit so it was really for me.

Seth is pretty excited about it too, he didn’t expect to be invited so since he was he’s been non-stop talking about it. It’s cute.

Once we got to the little strip mall, he patiently waits for me to get off before following after me. I take my helmet off, placing it down. He starts laughing and I look up at him confused. “Your hair,” He points, I look at the window of the store in front of us and I realized it was super messy. “I’ll help you.” He smiles sweetly, flattening down my hair, I stare up at him, and watch his face turn a little red. “And you look as beautiful as ever.” He backs away like I’m an art piece. I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully. “Was I not beautiful with messy hair?” I cross my arms and his face drops.

“No, I mean yes- I mean- you’re always beautiful. I was just saying that-” I cut him off with laughter. “I’m messing with you.” I take his hand in mine, and we both walk into a dress store.

“Oh, right.” He sighs outloud, I smile to myself.

Once we go in there’s a few looks here and there. Watching the both of us as we go through all of the dresses I thought were pretty. “How about this one.” I hold up a light pink dress that stops right before the knees. He stands back, thinking about it. “It’s pretty but I think you’re pretty without the dress.” He tries to flirt, and my eyes widen at his words. I look around to see if anyone heard but no one was near us. “Seth!” I whisper, hitting his arm. “What?” He seems surprised I hit him. “You just said I look better naked!” I again whisper to him, his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “No, I meant that you’re pretty out of the dress like you’re pretty- ugh, I’m an idiot.” He hides his face in his hands and I quietly chuckle, placing the dress back before holding his wrists, pushing them away from his face forcing him to look at me.

“You’re not an idiot you just need to work on your flirting.” I tease him, and he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I mean it’s not like you aren’t pretty naked, I wouldn’t know but gosh I just made this weirder.” He groans, throwing his head back as I laugh again, I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, Seth. I know how you are.” I let him go and then moved on to the next dress.

It was a dark purple which goes into the color palate that they gave us for what to wear. It was another short dress too.

“I think I’ll go try this one on.” I kiss his cheek, going towards the dressing rooms.

After getting changed, I turn to face the mirror, looking at myself in the dress. I sway my hips to see how it goes out. Approving how it looks I step outside of the room, “Seth!” I call out for him, he was looking at another dress but once I got his attention he jumps and then comes over. “Need help?”

“No, I think this is the one.” I grin, fully coming out to show him, twirling around. He stares quietly at me. “Seth? What do you think?” I take the sides into my hands as I become self-conscious of his silence.

“You look beautiful.” He tells me, my face grows warm and I look away from him.

“Hey, I’m serious.” He says, “As beautiful as when my hair was messy.” I joke, he scoffs. “I don’t know if you can beat that look.”

I gasp, and he laughs. “I’m kidding, you look gorgeous, [Name].” He takes my hands in his.

“You’re cute.” I step up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. I then step back. “Unzip me?” I turn around. “Uh, are you- are you sure you want me to?” He nervously asks.

I look back at him. “If you’re not comfortable I can ask a worker,” I assure him and he shakes his head. “I can do it.” He puts a hand on my hip then the other one unzips my dress. Once he’s done I turn around and smile. “Thank you.”

I go back into the dressing room and shut the door. Getting dressed back into my regular clothes. Luckily the dress wasn’t super expensive.

Bonus!

The three werewolves phase back to their human forms, Leah and Embry laughing uncontrollably as Seth hides his face like before from embarrassment. “You unzipped her dress, it’s not like you saw anything.” Embry cackles, Leah holding herself as she tries to calm her laughter.

“Okay, I get it!” He cries out angrily at the two for teasing him. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s your first girlfriend.” Leah tries to hold in her laugh, but Seth can immediately tell.

“I hate being a werewolf.” He steps away from the two, storming off.

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penny00dreadful · 7 months

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Rookie Mistake

AO3

17th August 2023

Someone was following him home.

They were keeping their distance at least. But they'd been keeping their distance through the last three turns.

They could, at the very least, try not to make it obvious what they were doing.

Usually someone following him wouldn’t be a problem. Steve was an expert at what he did and losing a person who was tailing him was easy.

Or it used to be anyway.

His back had taken much longer to heal than any of them had expected and he’d been told his chances of walking again were fifty-fifty. Pretty much a coin toss.

But he’d started to get the feeling back in his legs again around the three month mark. While all of it still hadn’t returned and the doctors were unsure if it ever would, he could at least walk again.

He couldn’t move as fast nowadays, though the cane helped. But it didn’t help enough to escape from his followers' sight.

He was slow, he couldn’t run and he couldn’t stand for extended periods of time.

He could walk for even less. Which was probably why Claire at the gas station had kept shooting him concerned glances.

Walking to and from there was pretty much the extent of what he could do in a day.

Barely fifteen minutes there and back, but enough to have him exhausted and trying to keep the pain at bay.

Eddie was gonna lose his fucking mind once he found out. He worried too much. Steve still remembered the first words he heard when he woke up in the hospital.

“If you ever do that to me again, I swear to god sweetheart, I’ll take you out myself.” Spoken through teary eyes and with shaking hands as he reached for him, like if he didn’t touch him immediately Steve would drift back off into a coma.

This was the first time Steve had been home alone for an extended period of time since he'd been recovering. Eddie had looked at him with a stern pointed finger and an order not to do anything stupid.

So of course he had decided he was going to walk to the nearby gas station to pick up some of their favourite snacks.

They were gonna do a lazy streaming binge session later that evening, complete with a blanket fort like little kids, when Eddie got back from helping at the garage with Gareth.

What else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t drive anymore. He didn’t have the strength in his legs for the pedals.

And the gas station was just outside the estate they’d chosen to settle in. Eddie had wanted to be closer to his Uncle Wayne and be able to see his friends again and Steve could never refuse him that.

Except now he was limping home, cane in one hand, paper bag of junk food in the other, with pain and exhaustion shooting up his legs, right into his weakened back.

He could barely even focus on the space around him, he was concentrating so hard on just putting one foot in front of the other and getting home without passing out from the pain, never mind fighting off an assailant.

In his heyday he wouldn’t even have had to think about how he would handle this situation.

Now, however. Now he felt so fucking helpless.

There was a gun concealed in a secret pocket just inside the front door. If he could just get to it, he might make it out of whatever this was.

Even though Steve was on medical leave and Eddie was… retired, old habits die hard. They’d never not be trained to be killers and expect something around every corner.

God, he’d been so stupid. This was so stupid. Eddie would never let him hear the end of it.

Steve would be lucky if he could keep upright once he hit the front door, everything was so painful.

But Steve was well versed in pain. Literally trained in it. Torture, interrogation, field medicine, pushing past injuries to get the job done. Steve had handled it all, always dreading the idea of being put behind a desk. Even now he was determined to make sure that didn’t happen.

No offence to Robin and her job. He’d be dead ten times over without her but it just wasn’t something he could fathom doing.

There was a mentor position opening up though.

Dimitri was retiring to spend more time with his family which meant that Steve could possibly be looking after the new recruits in the near future.

Y’know.

If he didn’t fucking die here and now at the hands of some idiot lacking subtlety.

As far as anyone in the neighbourhood knew, Steve had moved to the area with his husband while recovering from a catastrophic fall, which wasn’t exactly incorrect.

The best lies were the ones that had truth in them.

And the neighbours had all been very… neighbourly. It was a little foreign to him. He was used to growing up in upper class neighbourhoods where he would maybe shoot a quick smile and a hello towards the couple across the road but apart from that, he pretended they didn’t exist and vice versa.

But here, though it was a solid middle class suburb, they all actually spoke to each other.

Bastien would usually chat while he was out walking his golden retriever named Bread.

Lucy and Anthony, a couple in their eighties, knew everything about everyone and gave them the best neighbourhood gossip.

Sandra loved hosting a cookout and invited them every single time.

Even the neighbourhood kids were all very sweet for a bunch of teenagers.

Best of all was their next door neighbour, Chrissy.

She had knocked on their front door with a freshly baked apple pie in one hand and an invite to her big blowout divorce celebration in the other. It was only the day after they’d moved in and Steve had hobbled downstairs to find her and Eddie chatting like they’d known each other forever.

Steve had originally worried they were only being included in these events as the token queers of the neighbourhood. Just so all these middle classers could pat themselves on the back for their diversity but those worries were quickly put to rest.

Their acceptance was quiet. It wasn’t braggadocious. It was sweet.

Chrissy's divorce party had been a wild night full of karaoke, an obscene amount of chinese food and glass upon glass of pink, glittery, fruity cocktails.

All things that Jason had hated.

Things Chrissy loved.

Things she hadn’t been able to enjoy in her own home in years. But now she was free to do whatever her heart desired.

Chrissy deserved way better than Jason anyway.

She had leaned into Eddie’s side and taken Steve’s hand in hers and slurred that she wanted “what you guys have. You’re so sweet to each other. How long have you been together?”

They had made eye contact over her head with raised eyebrows.

The start of their relationship was always a bit of a blurred line.

“Seven, eight years maybe?” Eddie had said, holding her steady with an arm around her waist.

“Really?” She’d asked, blinking her big eyes up at the two of them. “That’s such a long time. Jason and I got married after a year. Don’t do that.” She added, pointing back and forth at the two of them. “It’s a bad idea.”

Steve patted the hand that was held in his. “We won’t. Don’t worry.”

Especially considering they’d already been married two years by then.

As the night wore on and more and more stories had come out about what Chrissy’s marriage had been like, Eddie had offered, with three cocktail umbrellas in his hair and a Pink Lady in his hand, to hunt Jason down and make him disappear.

Chrissy had giggled with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh sure, you big softie.” She said as she lightly swatted his arm. “If he starts calling around unannounced again, then go ahead."

Eddie had smiled, sweet and innocent, but his eyes had been sharp and hard and Jason needed to watch his fucking back.

Steve had been able to convince him to at least give Jason a warning the first time, before he completely wiped the guy from existence.

But only one warning was all Eddie would concede to with a pout and a mutter of ‘You’re no fun’.

If Jason couldn’t take a hint and kept coming around after that, it wasn't Steve's problem anymore.

In general their time in the neighbourhood was nice. It was domestic. The area was safe and sleepy and naive to most of the wrongs of the world.

It was something Steve and Eddie had never had the chance to have, especially considering the start of their relationship had been so… combative.

Which is what made the guy trailing behind him stick out like a penguin in the desert.

He was unfamiliar.

In an ill fitting black suit that looked like something out of a bad spy movie and greasy slicked back hair.

Steve wasn’t scared of him.

He was clearly inexperienced.

Or just stupid.

The guy kept his gaze locked on his target, one hand constantly in his pocket and a look of grim determination on his face.

Obvious.

But he also seemed to be growing in confidence too. Getting slowly closer and closer.

Steve kept his pace slow and relaxed, trying his best to hide the pain and exhaustion he was feeling sinking into his back and down his legs.

And trying to hide the fact that he knew a fucking idiot was tailing him.

If some fucking newbie gang member or whatever was able to take him down because Steve couldn’t help but push himself, he was going to be so pissed off.

All he needed to do was get inside.

Unlock the door, get inside and he’d be able to grab one of their concealed weapons and take care of whatever this was.

Easy peasy.

Or it would have been easy peasy if not for the second guy.

The second guy who’d descended on him just as he pushed his front door open, looping an arm around his neck.

He dropped his bag and his cane, scrabbling against the hold and just barely brushing the hidden gun compartment with his fingers before he felt it.

The sharp sting of a needle in his neck and the cold of whatever it was spreading through his veins.

The last thought that ran through his head before everything went black was that Eddie was going to be so dramatic about this.

He didn’t know how long it was before he woke up but he could take a guess.

It was an empty warehouse he was being kept in, if the bare concrete walls, metal roof and high ceilings were anything to go by.

The windows were right at the top, only letting the barest sliver of orange daylight through.

The sun was low enough Steve guessed he’d only been out for an hour.

The whole place smelled of damp and was shrouded in shadow, the only light being that bit of orange sun and one bare light bulb hanging over his head.

Brimborn Steelworks, he thought.

He could smell the sea air, hear gulls outside, and the warehouse had been abandoned for as long as they’d been in the area so it was a pretty safe bet.

Just outside the circle of light he was washed in, he could hear muttering and bodies shuffling around.

About four by his estimation, along with the sound of metal parts shifting against each other.

Guns.

Fantastic.

Just what he fucking needed.

His hands were knotted behind his back, not even tied to the chair he was sitting on. Who used rope to tie people up anymore?

Aside from certain… intimate circumstances, Steve hadn’t had to deal with rope in ages.

Not since… well.

It was usually zip ties or duct tape that were used.

Much quicker, much easier to conceal in pockets or pouches.

And judging by how he was tied, fingers pointed downwards, inner wrist to inner wrist and just a bit too tightly, these guys had absolutely no experience with ropes.

Kinky or not.

They hadn’t even bothered to blindfold him.

Or gag him.

Eddie would have never been so sloppy. He could’ve done better than this to Steve with his eyes closed and on a Tuesday afternoon.

If he was at full strength, he’d have been able to manoeuvre the weak bindings of his ropes until he was able to tug them free and kick the shit out of the closest guy until he got his hands on his gun.

Then he’d be out of here and on his way home before Eddie had the time to properly spiral.

But he wasn’t at full strength, he could barely even pull against the binds around his wrists, tugged at an uncomfortable angle behind his back.

Not a gentle angle and not at the proper straining points he was used to.

The rope was rough and harsh against his skin instead of the delicious soft bite of the silken binds.

But it was fine.

He wouldn’t be here long.

“He’s awake.” A voice in front of him said.

The accent was mostly American but with the slightest tinge of Russian underneath.

Great.

Two men in ill fitting black suits with their guns held loosely at their sides stepped into the light. The other two stayed behind him, probably as some kind of security or intimidation measure.

Well, it was nice to see them try.

Cute almost.

“Hello.” Steve sighed. “Can you guys tell me what this is all about so we can get it over with, please?”

“Oh,” the one in front of him sneered, “he thinks he’s funny.”

“I think I’m very funny, yes.” Steve nodded, relaxing into the chair as much as he could.

The guy scowled. Clearly he hadn’t learned that sometimes having fun on the job was necessary. Helped alleviate stress. “You’re gonna answer our questions.”

“Sure thing, Drago.” Steve nodded. The guy really did look like Drago. Big meaty head and short crop of blonde hair. “Hit me.”

Drago smirked. “If you insist.”

With an almighty crack he brought the back of his hand down across Steve’s face, snapping his head to the side.

He could feel the blood welling up in his mouth where his teeth had cut into his cheek and the heat from the strike blooming over his skin that would no doubt turn purple within the next day.

God, never start an interrogation with violence.

Fucking casuals.

Steve sucked at the blood pooling in his mouth and spat it at Drago’s feet.

“You’re going to regret that.”

Drago scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “Who do you work for?”

“Scoops.” Steve grinned with blood stained teeth and a nonchalant shrug. “Scoops Ahoy. That little ice cream shop at the mall?”

“Cute.” He sneered.

“Thank you.”

“Maybe you need more persuasion.” A voice came from behind him and a sharp blade was pressed against his neck. “How would you feel if I were to cut your pretty throat?”

Steve ran his tongue over his bloody teeth.

“Do it.”

There was a stutter of movement as the four of them glanced at each other.

“You think we won’t?”

“No, go on, do it.” Steve pressed his neck against the blade which was immediately pulled away. “You think you can get more answers out of my dead body?”

The guy with the blade swung himself around to face him, digging the point into his cheek this time with a snarl.

Steve couldn’t even be bothered to give him a name in his head.

He’d be Knife Guy.

Didn’t matter.

He’d be dead soon.

“Or,” Steve continued, “do you think that I’m going to cower to any more of your threats now that you’ve just shown me you’re not willing to kill me?” He laughed. “Never start with your last resort.”

The tip of the blade was dug in deeper and dragged across his cheek, cutting into his skin but Steve could barely feel it as he distantly heard the sound of tires screeching to a stop outside.

No one else seemed to have noticed.

“We don’t need to kill you, we just need to make you talk.”

“Well,” Steve sighed, grimacing at the hot sticky blood running down his cheek. If he was lucky it wouldn’t scar.

If they were lucky it wouldn’t scar.

“I suggest you hurry up, you’re running out of time.”

The four of them laughed. “You think your buddies are coming for you? We targeted you because you were alone and impeded. You had no safety net around you.”

“You sure about that?” Steve took in each of their faces, all looking so confident in a job well done. “You’re right, my buddies aren’t coming for me. If they were, you could take your time. But as it is you’ll all be dead in about,” he tilted his head, listening for the first distant gunshot, which sounded only half a second later, “three minutes so…”

“If not your buddies then who?”

“You guys seem a little new at this.” He said gently, like he was speaking to children. “Have you ever heard of The Shadow of Hawkins?”

Their blank faces told him all he needed to know.

Fair enough.

It was a fairly obscure name after all.

And a bit ridiculous.

“How about The Demon of Dresden?” He glanced around. “No? The Bloodyhanded? Ringing any bells?”

Steve blinked at them all in bewilderment.

Did these guys know anything?

The gunfire outside was getting louder and closer to their building and the guys around him seem to have finally clued in, clutching their guns tighter.

Like that would do anything for them.

Steve refused to give them a moment of reprieve.

“Really guys? He’s gonna be so offended.” He shook his head, as though disappointed. “Well, maybe you’ll know him by his most famous title.” The last gunshot cracked through the air leaving a terrible silence in its wake. “Kas. The Betrayer.”

Every one of them flinched at the name, the colour draining from their faces as a door slammed open in another part of the building.

“He's trying to scare us.” Knife Guy swallowed. “Kas is dead.”

“He was." Steve nodded. "But you had to go and resurrect him. But here’s another one for you.” He grinned again, blood coating his teeth and leaned as far forward as his bindings would allow him, despite the strain on his back. “Who do you think I am?”

“Why does it matter?" The third guy spat, but Drago had a horrible realisation dawning on his face.

"You…"

“Who?” The fourth asked, whipping his head back and forth to look at the two of them. “Who is he?”

“He… you…” Drago shook his head, his full accent apparent now. “You can’t be!”

“Who gave us our intel?!” Knife Guy shouted at the others, also cottoning on.

“You…” Drago swallowed. “You’re his-”

“Sweetheart!” Eddie’s voice echoed around the warehouse seeming to come from all directions and none all at once.

Knife Guy was by his side in a flash with a fist in his hair and the blade pressed against his throat again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve said, glancing up. “He’s very protective of my hair.”

His fist only tightened.

“Fine,” Steve shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“Hey fuckos!” Eddie was still shrouded in darkness, completely hidden from view. “Tying him to chairs is my job!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh, for god's sake.”

Drago stepped in front of Steve, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest, pointing his gun towards the various dark corners. “If you want your-”

Four loud gunshots rang out, echoing throughout the room.

Steve felt the warm splatter of blood across his face.

Four bodies fell to the floor, a clean bullet wound through three of their foreheads.

Knife Guy, the one who had his hand in Steve’s hair was screaming in agony, clutching his blown apart knee.

“An hour, sweetheart.” Eddie’s figure stormed out of the dark, coming to a stop just in front of him. He still had grease from the garage streaked over his cheek and embedded into the creases on his hands to go along with the copious amount of other people’s blood spattered all over his body. “I leave you alone for one hour and I have to answer a call from a worried Chrissy checking to see if everything's okay because our front door is wide fucking open. How did you go and get yourself kidnapped by Ruskies?”

"Oh, I'm sorry, please continue to tell me how getting fucking ambushed outside our home is my fault."

"It didn’t start outside our home, did it?"

Knife Guy wailed again and Eddie looked down on him with a cold glare.

“Oh, sorry.” He said, not sorry at all. “I must have missed.”

With a simple squeeze of the trigger he put a hole through Knife Guys head and the screaming stopped.

Steve expected Eddie to walk behind him to cut his binds but instead he just swung his leg out and sat himself down on Steve's lap.

"It started at that fucking gas station because you can't sit down for five minutes straight." Eddie pulled a small pocket sized first aid kit out and tilted Steve's head to the side. "Even if fucking Hippocrates or god damned Florence Nightingale rose from the dead and told you to take it easy, you'd still be ignoring their orders." He scoffed as he roughly pressed a butterfly bandage over Steve's cheek. "And you call me the hyperactive one." He mumbled.

Steve winced, glaring at him as Eddie pressed down particularly hard on one strip.

His mouth was still pulled into a deep frown but he stroked his fingers gently over Steve’s cheek, caressing his face with the gentlest of touches.

"You okay?"

Steve couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Yeah baby, I'm good. But they got the angle of my arms all wrong. It's really uncomfortable."

"Hmm. Well as an expert in tying you down to chairs, I'd have to agree. How dare they steal my thing. I fell in love with you when you were tied to a chair."

Steve raised an eyebrow, complete disbelief written on his face.

“Oh yeah?” He tried to bring their faces closer but he was impeded by his bindings. Eddie just gave him a feral grin. “Which time?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Tell me.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Eddie cooed. “No.”

“Asshole.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Would you mind?" He tugged at the ropes again. "My back is fucking killing me."

"Of course." Eddie muttered into Steve's mouth but never properly closing the distance while simultaneously lifting his weight up. “All you had to do was ask.”

With the bindings now gone, his shoulders and arms felt like fucking lead and the blood rushing back into his hands was causing terrible pins and needles.

Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve's muscles, trying to alleviate as much of the strain as he could.

Steve closed his eyes and groaned, his earlier ill-advised trip was catching up with him again and he was dreading having to walk out of this place.

He just wanted to be at fucking home, in his fucking bed with his fucking husband.

Or maybe they could still do that naked blanket fort in the living room with a movie marathon and an obscene amount of snacks.

When he opened his eyes again, Eddie was on one knee with his back to him.

“Hop on.”

Steve grumbled but couldn’t find it in himself to argue, sliding himself forward, slinging his arms over Eddie’s shoulders and allowing himself to be carried off.

Eddie was strong and steady under him, barely flinching as he grabbed tight to Steve’s thighs and stood.

Their walk back was quiet and Steve wasn’t looking forward to the amount of paperwork that would have to be filed as a result of this but he hoped since he was still on medical leave he could get out of it.

The sun was starting to set outside, the sky splashed with brilliant shades of reds and oranges and pinks. Now that he was outside he saw he was correct about where he was being held.

Brimborn Steel Works.

Still got it.

When he turned his head back around to face forward he saw that Eddie had driven Steve's beloved bimmer here.

The driver's side door was flung open and the car was at an odd angle, the direction and darkness of the tire marks behind telling Steve that Eddie had practically drifted into the lot at speed.

There were a few bullet holes in the doors and the passenger window was shattered but it wasn’t the worst that car had ever seen.

Bodies littered the ground around them, all in the same out of date suits Steve’s four goons had been wearing, all with the same guns, all with the same kind of build and all with slowly coagulating pools of blood and brains around them.

Damn.

Eddie really didn’t hold back this time.

Steve looked back at his car.

He couldn’t drive her anymore.

Probably never would be able to again.

They’d talked about trading it in for a model with push-pull controls for his hands instead of floor pedals so he could have that freedom back.

But they hadn’t gotten to it yet.

Eddie had taken his motorcycle to the garage, he would have arrived home with it. Probably seen the front door wide open and a grocery bag on the ground like Chrissy said.

It would have been quicker to get here on the motorcycle.

But Steve couldn’t ride on it.

Not as a driver or passenger.

At least not yet, not until he was further healed.

So Eddie had come here with the car, either because of hope, stubbornness or pure confidence, knowing he would get Steve back.

Steve smiled to himself, tightening his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and burying his face in his neck, peppering little kisses on any skin he could reach.

“You okay back there?”

He could hear the grin in his voice as Eddie lowered him down into the passenger seat, turning on his knees to rest his forearms across Steve’s thighs.

“Yeah.” Steve smiled down at him. “Just… thanks for finding me.”

Eddie straightened up to his full kneeling height, taking Steve's face in his hands.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He leaned up, pressing the softest of soft kisses against Steve’s lips, full of love, adoration, dedication.

Steve could feel it pouring out of him and into his own body.

The gentlest intimacy from a man who could cause so much violence.

Eddie brushed their noses together. “I’ll always come find you.”

“You always say that.”

Eddie hummed. “Because I always will.”

AO3

A prequel fic set in this universe will be dropping next week 👀

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.

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In The Middle Of A Betrayal, There is Love

- draco malfoy-

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Draco saves you and finds his way back to you.

Warnings: Breakup, Bellatrix Torture, Angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Feel free to give feedbacks & requests.

“Now is really not a good time Y/N.” Y/N has lost the count of times that she heard these words came out of Draco’s mouth in this past couple of weeks.

He was cold, distant, and bothered. Almost like bothered by her presence.

She has never felt this particular way during their 10-month long relationship or their 16-year long friendship.

Sound of Draco’s feet walking away from her was nothing but an unbearable ache in Y/N’s chest since he started acting this way. Without wasting time, she walked away as quickly.

There she was, walking alone to the Astronomy Tower. A place once belonged to Draco and Y/N, as their hiding spot. Whenever things got too heavy, they always found their way back each other which led them to spend countless nights talking at Astronomy Tower.

“I think I'd rather pitch myself of the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue here for another two years.” his exact words echoed in her ear.

With the rise of the Dark Lord, a lot has changed for Draco and Y/N’s family. Y/L/N’s was as upper class as Malfoys was. They were amongst the Sacred Twenty-Eight and they had a long line of pure blood witched and wizards in the family line. Their loyalty was to no one but Dark Lord.

Although Y/N had nothing to do with the dark side, her faith was intertwined with it. She just didn’t know it,yet.

She knew one day Draco would take over Lucius’s work, but she would have never guessed that he would push her away. And she also didn’t know that she was going to pay for her own father’s actions. Yet.

As she heard footsteps, it was nobody else than Theodore Nott. Y/N’s best friend.

“Theo” Y/N said in a shaky voice.

“Oh, Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Theo asked in a worried voice.

There was no one else who understood Y/N better than Theo did. So, she just spilled the truth.

“Draco, he is- he has been distant and cold, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Theo was also a death eater. That he already got the mark. Y/N didn’t know it, just yet.

Little did he know, Theo was there for Draco when he received his mark. Little did he know, he had to lie to Y/N to protect her. As commanded by her father. It was just like the old times. Y/N’s father asked Theo to watch over her. But this time not from enemies, but for themselves.

“Y/N just give him time. He is going through a though time.” Said Theo.

“I know, Theo. ”

“Still, he has been so distant to me for so long, I can’t remember when this all started. It is that long and he is barely speaking to me.” Just when Y/N finished her sentence, Draco approached to them.

The look in his eyes were obvious. Things were coming to an end between Y/N and Draco. It’s just that Draco would have been the one to speak it up.

“Hi Draco, and goodbye. I have to go check something.” Said Theo.

As if he ran away from the breakup between his two friends. As if he ran away from what he has been expecting for some time now.

“Hi” Draco said.

“Hi Draco.” Y/N said.

The rest was predictable. Draco called it quits that night. All I could say is, you could rip all the skin from both of their bones, and it would hurt them less. I leave the rest to your imagination.

Y/N was stuck in the moment she lost him. She could see the breakup coming, but she never would have thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe again. It took everything in her not to fall apart in front of him.

She walked and walked until she reached the Slytherin dungeons. The night was silent. No one was in the common room as she headed to her dorm. As she entered her dorm, Y/N let out a deep sigh. Memories of her time with Draco flooded her mind, making her heart ache with longing. She sat on her bed and buried her face in her hands, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill.

Meanwhile, Draco was struggling with his own demons. He had been tasked by Voldemort to complete a dangerous mission, one that could cost him his life. He knew that he couldn't involve Y/N in this, no matter how much he loved her. He had to break things off to keep her safe.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N tried to hold on as best she could. She went to her classes, but her heart wasn't in it. She missed Draco terribly, but she didn't know where to find him. Meanwhile, Draco skipped almost all of his classes, disappearing for hours on end. Still his ass was always saved by Professor Snape, everytime.

As Y/N was going through the worst weeks of her life, her only anchor was Theo. Her best friend was here for her as he always was.

“Mate, she is not doing well.” A voice echoed in an empty classroom.

“Oh really Theo? Do you really think that I can’t see that?” Draco said.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH HER RIGHT NOW?” Draco finally lost it.

“Draco, listen to m-“ Theo was interrupted.

“NO THEO, YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! DON'T GO AROUND LECTURING ME, YOU SAW WHAT I HAVE BECAOME, HELL YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN I AM.”

Draco was in tears.

"Just keep her safe, will you?"

“Of course man, she is my best friend, I knew her before you did.” Said Theo in a comforting voice.

“Y/N” shouted Daphne “Come!”

“How are you holding up?” Daphne asked

“Fine, I guess.” Y/N answered.

“You know, Draco hasn’t even blinked since you sit at the table. His eyes are all on you.” Daphne said in a rather comforting voice.

“Daphne stop. I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Whatever.” Said Daphne.

“Y/N Y/L/N” said Professor Snape. “Your mother is waiting for you in Dumbledore’s office.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

The whole group was in shock. It is not common for parents to come to Hogwarts. Actually, they never did.

“Hurry Miss Y/L/N.” Snape insisted.

As Y/N was walking to Dumbledore’s office she heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N” said Theo, stopping her halfway. “I heard that your mom is here, everything alright?”

“I don’t think so. Something must be wrong or else she wouldn’t have come all the way from London.” Y/N answered.

“My father what??” Y/N was in total shock.

“He betrayed the Dark Lord. Now they are looking for us everywhere. We gotta run.” Said Y/N’s mom, trembling.

“Mum, what are you talking about?” Y/N was still trying to understand what happened.

Y/N’s father was working for the Dark Lord, she knew he had the dark mark. But still, what could he have possibly done to betray him?

"We don't have time for all the details now," Dumbledore interjected. "The important thing is that you and your mother need to leave Hogwarts immediately. You're not safe here."

And just like that, Y/N found herself packing her stuff in her dorm room with her mum.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to see you here.” Said Pansy.

“Hello, darling.” Y/N’s mum answered. “Sweetie, we got to get going.” She said to Y/N.

“Going? Where?” asked Pansy in a shock.

“Pansy darling, you and Y/N can catch up later. We don’t have much time left.” Mrs. Y/L/N was shaking.

“One last time” Y/N thought. “I need to see Draco one last time.” She said to her mum.

“Sorry, we have to go now.” Mrs. Y/L/N insisted.

And just like that, they were gone.

Not so long after the word has spread. Narcissa owled Draco saying Y/N’s father has betrayed the Dark Lord and Dark Lord is looking for Y/N and her mum everywhere to get back at her father. Bellatrix was helping them, as well. News was traveling fast around Hogwarts. Y/N’s father’s betrayal was the topic all the student were talking about.

The consequences of betraying the Dark Lord were dire, and for Y/N and her mum, the price was high. Betrayal meant a lifetime of running, hiding, and living in fear.

They had been living in hiding for days, constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long.

But they were caught off guard when a group of Death Eaters found them in the forest one night. Y/N and her mother had been camping, thinking that they were safe for the moment. But the Death Eaters had been tracking them, and they attacked without warning.

Y/N and her mother fought bravely, but they were no match for the skilled Death Eaters. They were quickly overpowered and taken captive.

As they were dragged away, Y/N could see the fear in her mother's eyes. She knew that they were facing an uncertain fate, and she was terrified for both of them. But she also knew that they had to be strong, that they had to find a way to survive no matter what lay ahead.

They were then taken to Malfoy Manor, a place that had become notorious for being a hub of Death Eater activity. As Y/N was being dragged into the Malfoy Manor, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over her. She had grown up with Draco and the Malfoys, and the grandeur of the mansion was a sight she had seen many times before. However, this time was different. This time, she was being taken in as a prisoner, and she knew that her past relationship with Draco would not do her any favors.

As she was led to the dungeon by some low-ranked Death Eaters, she saw Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy waiting for her. The looks on their faces were a mix of curiosity and contempt. Y/N could feel their eyes scrutinizing her, and she knew that they were aware of the danger Y/N and her mum was in. She couldn't help but wonder if that was the reason why they had come for her.

Lucius sneered at Y/N and her mother. "What a disgrace to the pureblood name," he spat. "Betraying the Dark Lord, how could you? You and your father have brought shame upon our community."

As Narcissa watched Lucius mock over Y/N and her mother, she couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. She had known Y/N's mother for years and considered her a close friend. The thought of her being subjected to such cruel treatment made her sick to her stomach. She had always felt uneasy about the Death Eaters, but her loyalty to her family had kept her silent.

Eventually, Bellatrix arrived, accompanied by several other Death Eaters. Y/N and her mother could feel the fear creeping up inside of them as they realized that they were about to be tortured. Bellatrix was known for her cruel and sadistic nature, and they knew that they were in for a terrible ordeal.

Bellatrix sneered at Y/N, "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Draco's precious little girlfriend. Or should I say ex-girlfriend? Accompanied by her pureblood, posh mum. Oh and she is a dear friend of my sister Cissy." She laughed mockingly as Y/N gritted her teeth. "How does it feel to know that the boy you loved is now a loyal servant of the Dark Lord? Bellatrix addressed towards Y/N.

Y/N clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to lash out at Bellatrix, to scream and curse her, but she knew it would only make things worse. She had just learned that Draco is a death eater, as well.

As soon as he heard that Y/N and her mum was captured, Draco came back running to Manor. Knowing exactly what Death Eaters are capable of.

Draco rushed into the dungeon to see Bellatrix and several other Death Eaters surrounding Y/N, who was strapped to a chair, bruised and bleeding. It was written all over his face that he was scared. His heart sank at the sight, and he felt sick with fear and anger.

"What's going on here?" Draco demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.

Bellatrix turned to him with a sneer. "Ah, Draco, just in time. We were just getting started with your little ex-girlfriend here."

Draco's heart clenched at the mention of Y/N as his "ex-girlfriend." He knew he still loved her, despite everything that had happened between them.

What followed was a brutal and horrific scene, as Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters subjected the reader and her mother to various forms of torture. They were forced to endure the Cruciatus Curse, which sent waves of excruciating pain coursing through their bodies. They were also subjected to the Imperius Curse, which robbed them of their free will and left them completely at the mercy of their torturers.

Bellatrix stepped closer to Y/N, her wand still pointed at her. "Tell me, dear, why did you think it was a good idea to betray the Dark Lord?" she sneered.

Y/N clenched her jaw, refusing to answer. Bellatrix let out a cruel laugh. "Oh, I see. The little pureblood princess is too good to speak to me, is that it?"

Y/N gritted her teeth but remained silent.

Bellatrix continued to circle her; the tip of her wand tracing patterns in the air. "You know, I find it amusing that you were once Draco's girlfriend. It's quite the fall from grace, isn't it? From being the object of a Malfoy's affections to being a traitor."

Draco walked forward, his wand drawn, and faced Bellatrix with defiance. "You can't do this. She's not involved in any of this. Let her go."

Bellatrix laughed cruelly. "Oh, but she is involved. Her father has been conspiring against us for years. She knows things that could be very useful to us."

Draco's heart sank further at the realization that Y/N's family was involved in the Resistance. He knew this would only make things worse.

He stepped closer to Y/N, taking in the sight of her battered and bruised body. "Y/N, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and fear. "Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Draco's heart broke at the sight of her, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew he had to do something to save her. Draco's eyes flicked to Y/N's mother, who was also being held captive. "Please, Bellatrix, let them go. They have nothing to do with this."

"Please, Bellatrix, let her go," Draco pleaded again, his voice desperate. "They are not involved in any of this. I'll do whatever you want, just please, let them go."

Bellatrix looked at him with contempt. "You think you can save her? You think your love for her will protect her? How sweet."

Bellatrix pulled back, a wicked grin on her face. " We'll teach you the true meaning of loyalty." Addressed to Y/N.

Draco gritted his teeth, his anger boiling over. "I'll do whatever it takes. Just let her go."

Y/N closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.

Draco’s voice quivered as he spoke, “Bellatrix, please, she’s innocent. Don’t hurt her.”

Bellatrix sneered, “Innocent? You forget, dear Draco, that she is a part of a family of blood traitors. She’s just like her father, a betrayer of our Lord.”

“But she’s not like him. She didn’t know anything about her father’s betrayal. She’s not involved in any of this,” Draco pleaded.

Bellatrix cackled, “Oh, how sweet. You still have feelings for her, don’t you? You still think she’s special.”

Bellatrix raised her wand, “Watch me.”

Draco stepped forward, “No, I won’t let you. If you want to torture someone, torture me.”

Y/N watched in disbelief as Draco stepped in front of her, shielding her from Bellatrix’s wand. Bellatrix laughed, “How noble of you, Draco. But I think we’ll have to do both of you. After all, what’s a little torture between star-crossed lovers?”

“No!” Narcissa shouted. “Draco, you stay out of this” Lucius added.

Y/N watched as Draco stepped closer to Bellatrix, his wand pointed at her. "I'm warning you, Bella. Let her go."

Bellatrix just laughed again. "Or what? You'll hex me? You don't have the stomach for it, Draco. You never have."

Draco was being held back by both of his parents.

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes as Bellatrix carved the word “traitor” on her arm. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

Through gritted teeth, Draco whispered to Y/N, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Draco was in tears.

Y/N'S mother was already unconscious, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.

As Bellatrix continued to torture them, Y/N and Draco exchanged glances filled with pain and regret. Despite everything that had happened between them, they both knew that they still cared for each other. But in the midst of the chaos and violence, it seemed like there was nothing they could do to save themselves.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack that echoed through the room. Everyone turned to see Dobby, the house-elf, apparate into the room. He was holding a small kitchen knife, but his eyes blazed with a fierce determination.

"You will not hurt Master Draco's friend!” he squeaked, brandishing the knife.

Bellatrix sneered at the tiny elf. "What do we have here? A little rat trying to play with the big cats?"

Dobby didn't flinch. "You will not touch Master Draco's friend and her mother!" he repeated.

Bellatrix laughed cruelly. "Oh, how adorable. And what are you going to do about it, little elf?"

Without warning, Dobby lunged at Bellatrix, brandishing the knife. Bellatrix was caught off guard, and stumbled backwards, giving Y/N and her mother an opportunity to run towards Draco.

Draco quickly took hold of their arms, leading them towards the fireplace. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" he urged.

But Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters weren't about to let them escape that easily. They started casting spells in their direction, trying to prevent their escape.

Dobby darted around the room, dodging curses and hexes. He was small and nimble, and surprisingly quick with the knife. He managed to keep Bellatrix and the others occupied long enough for Draco, Y/N, and her mother to make it to the fireplace.

As they made their way through the streets of London, with Dobby trailing behind them, Draco explained his plan to Y/N. "My aunt, Andromeda Tonks, lives in the Order of Phoenix Headquarters. We can go there and stay until we figure out what to do next."

As they stand in front of the Order of Phoenix Headquarters, Y/N turned to Draco, her eyes filled with fear and gratitude. "Thank you, Draco," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

Draco's heart swelled with love and relief. "I'll always be there for you, Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Y/N nodded, grateful for Draco's help. "Thank you, Draco. You're risking so much for us."

Draco smiled sadly. "I'll do anything to keep you safe, Y/N. I just hope it's not too late to make things right between us."

“I love you and I never meant anything to happen to you. I ended things to protect you.” Said Draco rather in a sad voice.

Y/N looked at Draco, tears streaming down her face. "You can't just protect me by pushing me away, Draco," she said, her voice breaking. "I love you too, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Draco's eyes softened as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek. "I know, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I was so scared of losing you, of putting you in danger. But now, I realize that pushing you away was the worst thing I could have done."

Y/N leaned into Draco's touch, her heart pounding in her chest. "So what happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Draco took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Y/N's. "Now, we start over," he said firmly. "Together. We face whatever comes our way, and we do it together. I love you, Y/N, and I never want to let you go again."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling the weight of the past lifting off her shoulders. "I love you too, Draco," she whispered, before leaning in for a kiss.

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