#yesterday i caught myself skipping around the house. SKIPPING

[grugruel]

Bad News 11 |

Parts: 2/2, read part 1 HERE

Pairings: dbf!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

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Inspired by, Call Me by Your Name

Summary: After giving into your desires, you have a day to spend together with your family. With a guilty contiouns and strong feelings eating away at you, can you ever be with him?

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: secret-relationship, pinv sex, public sex, thigh riding, choking, creampie, aftercare, petnames (doll, sweet girl), praise, reader being a brat, jealous!bucky, jealous!reader, angst.

AN: Thank you all for the love on part 1, and for participating in my polls! The Bucky fandom is a force to be reckoned with. Hope part 2 is satisfactory, please enjoy! <3

Cold Thoughts

The clouds were in a rush, steadily blowing by my window as I laid sleepless, observing them. Bucky filled my mind, I had to wonder why he hadnt deemed it fit for me to stay with him in his room, I already missed the safety of his embrace. But now I was worried that, perhaps, he had changed his mind.

Sighing, I pulled Buckys blanket tighter around me, nuzzling my face into it. Still smelling him. I considered it for a while, zoning out as I rubbed the fabric between my fingertips.

I was sowing doubts within myself, that combined with my hangover had headache was manifesting. Eliminating any chances I had at sleep.

I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and left my room, wandering the house in an aimless search for healthier thoughts, but my mind was drifting, always. Secretly hoping that he couldnt sleep either, that his thoughts of me was keeping him up aswell.

I walked outside, into the dim night, hoping that some fresh air would clear my mind of ache and worry. I strolled of the beaten path toward the forest, wandering in the downtrodden trail I had so many times before. The grass was coated with water droplets from yesterdays rain and the scent of it was still in the air, curing my mind and ache. I looked back toward the house, a faint red dot glowed on the upper balcony, igniting a spark of hope inside me, but it faded as quickly as it had appeared, making me think I had imagined it.

I reached the tree line, grazing the treetrunks with my fingertips as I walked past their leaved frontier, the moon shone through the crowns, illuminating the forest floor. I walked silently for a while, contemplating everything as I delved deeper into the forest. But suddenly, I heard the crunching of leaves behind me and the destinct sound of footsteps. I turned around, and there, emerging from the empty fields was Bucky. My heart skipped a beat and we froze as we locked eyes with eachother. A smile crept its way up his lips, mimicking my own. And all my previous worries escaped my mind, he hadnt been able to sleep either and followed me down here. I backed up, and slowly he stalked forward. My heart was beating ferosiously as mischief took the reins, I turned around and ran as quickly as I could manage. I heard his footsteps set of behind me as I was swerving through the trees, blanket flowing behind me, narowly avoiding low hanging branches and bushes ripping my skirt. I squeeled as his footsteps were catching up to me, he was just a few inches behind me.

I ran and ran, figuring that he shouldve caught me by now. I looked back and all of a sudden his hands found my waist, he spun us around and we fell to the forest floor laughing. I landed on top of him, my head coming to rest on his chest as he intentionally took the blow to the ground. Smelling of smoke and cologne, he wrapped one arm around my shoulders and placed the other at the small of my back. Panting, we fought to catch our breaths.

'What are you doing out here doll?' He asked between breaths.

'Couldnt sleep.' I answered and looked up at him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

He met my eyes, 'To busy thinking of me?' He teased, stroking strands of hair from my face so he could see me blushing better. I burried my face in his chest, embaressed. He chuckled.

'Whatever.' my voice came muffled through the fabric of his shirt, but the smile that shaped my lips could still be heard in my tone.

'I couldnt stop thinking about you either doll.' He laughed.

I blushed even harder, looking away, smiling so wide it hurt. My feelings for him were getting out of control, 'We've got ourselves in a mess Buck.' I sighed.

'You come down here often?.' He asked, changing the subject and stroked my hair.

'When I need to clear my head.' I told him quietly, playing along.

He quirked an eyebrow and grabbed my chin, moving my face to meet his, 'You needed to clear it tonight? Youre not regretting our time together are you?' He asked, uncertainty in his tone.

I was surprised by his answer, 'No, of course not. Infact, I was afraid you were.' I said, eyebrow furrowing.

He shook his head dissapointedly, 'You have no idea how wrong you are doll.' He told me tilting my chin upward to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

His answer had me smiling for the thousand time, ripping up any doubts I'd previously sown. I lost myself in his kiss, until it made me remember what we needed to discuss. 'Youre distracting me, stop. We have a very real problem Buck.' I told him seriously.

He sighed and sat up, his hand slid from the small of my back to my ass, firmly holding me against him so I wouldnt slide off as placed me neatly in his lap, stradeling him. He planted his hands behind him for support. He leaned in to kiss me again, attempting to get me on other thoughts but I pulled back and looked away nonchalantly. He expression turned displeased, but I payed him no mind. Instead, I focused on rubbing my hands together, trying to warm them as I waited for his answer. He noticed and grabbed my hands, sticking them under his shirt and laying them against his chiseled, warm torso. Hissing from the sudden feeling of my cold hands.

'Our only problem right now is us always finding ourselves in situations where you freeze.' He said, pausing as he grabbed my chin again, tilting it upward so I had to meet his eyes, 'And I always have to warm you up.' He smirked, 'Is that your go-to plan to get me into bed?' He teased again.

'Stop, oh my god.' I shook my head, embaressed again, my face flustered, but smiling increadolously. Until I reminded myself to stay focused, damn. 'You know thats not what I meant though, were always in these situations because we create them.' I told him, my smile fading.

He shook his head, 'I dont want to think about that right now. I have you infront of me, and thats all I ever want think about.' He said and circled his arms around my waist, lifting me so he could reposition himself. Sitting on his knees, then had me stradle him again, hooking my legs around his hips and held my hands at his waist.

He cupped my face and kissed me, 'You've cursed me, you know.' He whispered against my lips, his hands sliding down every curve of my body until they met my hips, grabbing them firmly. His touch putting me in a trance, his already hard to resist charm became even more difficult. I could feel his member hardening through his sweats, automatically pulling myself closer to him and closing the distance between my core and his erection. He hummed in response, 'I dont know what you did to me doll, during that first night we talked this summer.' He said in a strained voice as his hands moved my hips, helping me grind onto his hardness, earning him a whimper from me. 'But youre the only thing I ever think about, the only thing that gets me off.' He grunted, kissing me again, more desperate this time.

Hearing him confirm his feelings for me, struck up a sudden boldness in me and since he did not want to talk about our situation, the least I could do was enjoy myself at his expensd. I hummed, 'And what about the women you visit at night, huh? Whenever you head into town, always clmkng back smelling of womens perfume? You sure im the only thing that gets you off?' I breathed, smirking, as he met my eyes with annoyance.

He grabbed my face with one hand, squishing my cheeks together as his grip on my hip tightened, forcing me to grind down even harder on him. 'That, we dont talk about.' He grunted, kissing me in an attempt to quiet me, feeling finished with the subject. But I was not.

I tore free from his lips, leaning my head into the crook of his neck, kissing that sweet spot and whispering against his skin 'Do you think about me when you fuck them? Couldnt get with your friends daughter so you had to seek out other women, and pretend they were me?' I chuckled, surprised by my own audacity.

He removed the blanket frlm my shoulder, and splayed it out on the ground behind me, then grabbed my throat. He pushed me backward, one hand still supporting my back as he laid me on the ground and leaned over me, 'Does it make you jealous?' He asked and spead my legs, placing himself inbetween them, 'That I sleep with other women, then come home and smell of them?' My smile faded and I rolled my eyes, looking away, refusing to admit that he was right, 'Do you not wish it was you I smelled of instead?' He whispered against my ear and sat back. He flipped my skirt over my hips, making us both gasp. I had not put on any new underwear since he initially ripped them off, which I had completley forgotten about, this was news to the both of us. 'Tsk tsk tsk' he shook his head, pulling his pants down and his erection out. He lined himself up with my entrance and grabbed my hips.

'Doll.' He called, grabbing my attention and I reluctantly met his eyes, prepared for another snarky, probably true comment. But he only looked into my eyes, wordlessly asking for my consent, I nodded in response. My hand left his back, and caressed his cheek instead, loving that he still paid my wants mind although were in the middle of jealous fight sex.

He slid inside me gently, his breathing hitched and I moaned, a smile tugging at his lips from my reaction. Immedietly setting a rough pace, the noise of slapping skin filled the forest as the moon shone upon us. We didnt need to worry about people hearing us out here, 'Let me hear you doll.' He ordered, kissing my neck and sucking at my sweet spot. I moaned loudly, following his request, my hands roaming over his chest and back underneath his shirt. Nuzzling my face into his hair, 'Harder, faster. Please buck.' I whispered. He hummed, kissing his way down my torso and stumache, then sitting up. His hands moved back to my hips to get better leverage, and began thrusting ferociously, helping my hips meet his thrusts with his hands. 'Holy f-' I began, but my words died in my throat as a string of moans took their place.

'C'mon girl.' He urged, moving one hand to my clit, circling it with his thumb. Closing in on my orgasm.

'Yes, yes.' I hissed, the pressure building in me. His breathy moans in sync with his thrusts were pushing me over the edge, I came hard and fast, moaning loudly. Bucky continued, chasing his own high. He was not far behind me as he came himself, pulling out just in time for his seed to spurt onto my stumache. I laid splayed out on the forest floor while Bucky tucked himself away, he slid his thumb through the fluid on my stumache and held it out for me to taste. And I did,, enthusiastically I licked and sucking his thumb clean, 'Good girl.' He said proudly and pulled back, grabbing my chin and kissing me, still tasting a bit of himself.

He knelt beside me and scooped me up in his arms, 'We need to get you cleaned up before anyone wakes, sweet girl.' He said and stood up, kissing me on the forehead. He carried me back to house, half asleep in his arms. He quietly carried me upstairs, set me in the bath, filled it, cleaned me and gave me one of his shirts and shorts, then laid me back into my bed. He took the blanket, but I protested. 'I need to clean it for you.' He said.

I shook my head, 'No, please. It smells of you. Of us.'I whispered and pulled on it.

'Its dirty. . .' He insisted, but I stared him down, my grip on it proved unrelenting. He sighed, 'Fine, just let go for a sec.' He asked, and I did. He threw the bottom half through the window and shook it off, then covered me with it. The cool fabric kissed my skin, prickling it with goosebumps.

'Thank you.' I smiled.

'Try to get some proper sleep.' He whispered.

'I wont be able to if you leave.' I told him quietly, and he tilted his head to the side, looking at me with sympathetic eyes. He hesitated for a second, but laid down beside me, letting me curl up to him as he laid an arm around me. And we stayed just like that, frozen in time until I had fallen asleep and he moved back into his own room.

When I eventually woke up again, I stayed in bed for a while, wallowing, tracing the empty dent beside me, feeling its cool. I mustve slept alone for a few hours at least. The morning sun was colouring my room in soft shades of gold, warming my back as I laid faced away from the window. Giving me enough strength to start my day.

I wandered into the garden and watched the sunrays find their way through the swaying leaves of the willow tree as I laid down in the grass underneath, cherishing the sunlight as it speckled my skin with warmth, varying with the cool of the shade. The house had yet to wake up, and I suspected my family of being dangerously hungover. Sighing, I closed my eyes and my mind drifted back to bucky. His touch still fresh on my skin as I imagined the warmth from the sun as his hands, caressing my body. His soft words whispered in my ear as a love song from the 80s started playing in the kitchen, my mother was awake. My thoughts switched, the cool of the shade began reminding me of his abscene, of our strange situation and the sweetness of reminiscence quickly soured into guilt. My mothers prescence was reminding me of our betrayal, it gnawed at every positive thought I had. The guilt of our actions, the feeling that we'd made a mistake by betraying my parents trust in this way. Surely we couldnt go on, it would be immoral for either of us to do so. Yet, my biggest concern was Bucky reciprocating those feelings.

'Good morning honey.' My mother greeted me as she entered the garden and I opened my eyes.

Dazed I responded, 'Morning mom.' And stood up to help her set down plates of food for breakfast, 'Wheres the rest of the house?' I asked, following her back inte the kitchen.

'On their way, dads just brushing his teeth and your brothers somewhere around here' Sha said, handing me watermelon slices and the radio. I hummed, avoiding the abvious question. As we set down the last of the food, we took our places at the table. My father and brother joining us a few moments later, looking rather rough and we dug in.

'So, everyone ready for a day at the beach?' My father asked with a bright, sarcastic smile as the bags under his eyes gave him away. My brother and I wooped ironically, making my mother laugh. Everyone was still reeling from the aftermath of the alcohol. 'How about we continue drinking instead?' He asked again, and my mother eyed him unapreciatively. But this time we wooped enthusiastically. 'I thought we could spend the day in town, get dinner, then move to a bar.' He suggested, which actually sounded appealing.

'Sounds like a plan.' Came a voice from the doorway, Bucky. 'Good morning, party people.' He said cheapishly and we responded with tired chuckles, greeting him. He sat down at the table, doing his and my brothers silly handshake, as their bromance comamanded them to.

Conversations were stuck up, my parents were deep in discussion about buying new clothes for my father, and they roped me in for my opinions on the matter. My brother and Bucky were talking about something else, 'Sleep well?' He asked Bucky, suddenly grabbing my attention. I looked at him and our eyes met, exchaning glances and knowing smiles.

'Never slept better.' He asnwered, facing away, grinning into his food and I chuckled silently.

'Yeah, whats so funny?' My brother asked, glancing between the two of us.

'Nothing, just. . . A joke I remembered.' Bucky managed, smiling, I continued with my own conversation as my sweet, oblivious brother wanted to hear the joke aswell and Bucky had to bullshit answers.

When breakfast was done, we got ready to head into town, then gathering outside by the front of the house. 'Car or bikes?' Asked my father, 'Someones gonna have to abstain from drinking if we take the car.' He said apologeticly.

'How about-' I began.

'Well-' my brother also cut in, about to suggest something, but dad interuppted the both of us.

'Oor, how about this?' he said, raising a finger in the air, 'We take the car into town, and walk home.' He clapped his hands together, as if it was the most genuis thing, 'Fantastic idea guys.' He said, laying an arm around each of us, smiling proudly.

I met ny brithers eyes and shook my head, we laughed, 'Sure, sounds great dad.' I answered to appease him.

'Theres only 4 seats in the car.' Bucky pointed out, making dads smile fall and let go of us.

He put a finger to his mouth, deep in thought and spoke 'Someones gonna have to share, your mother and I are upfront. We'll leave this to the three of you.' He said, laying an arm around my mothers shoulder as she put her hand on his chest, nodding approvingly.

Raising my brows, I looked at the other two. They were as surprised as me, but we huddled together, discussing our plans. 'Whats up with dad?' I asked and my brother cut in.

'This much drinking and breaking safety rules?' He pointed out, sounding stunned.

'He gets like this sometimes, hes excited. Leave him be.' Bucky defended him, my brother raised his hands, backing off from the subject. The three of us exchanged glances, I already knew who I wanted to share with, but I couldnt just say it. Buckys gaze lingered on mine, he was thinking the same thing.

'Well?' I looked at them expectantly, 'Im sorry to say but, the idea of sitting in your lap, brother.' I said, overly pronouncating the last word, 'Isnt very appealing.'

'Yeah? Im not thrilled about the prospect of either of you, sister or mr muscle man over here. You must weigh a ton dude.' He gestured towards Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

'Why dont you sit in Bucks lap then?' I teased, to which Bucky huffed.

My brother mimicked my expression and mocked my words, 'Why dont you sit- bla bla bla, you sit in his lap then.' He said annoyed, my stumache tickled, the butterflies were waking up.

'I- whatever, im tired of this.' I told him, feigning irritation because the decision was taking to long.

Bucky clapped his hands together, 'Its decided, youre sitting with me doll, I dont see another outcome.' He said, sounding impatient but acting nonchalant.

'Sure. Its all the same to me.' I said, boredom lining my voice and shrugged, all the while the butterflies in my stumache were waltzing.

We degrouped and rejoined my parents, 'Im sitting with Buck.' I declared.

'Fantastic! He'd act as the strongest belt anyway, keep her safe.' My father said, elbowing Bucky in the side, to which he nodded. A pang of guilt hit me, dad has so much trust in Bucky. I met his eyes, my eyebrows furrowing. He tilted his head, sharing my feelings. I had to look away.

'Really, C'mon, dad.' My brother raised his hands in the air, attacked from nowhere.

'Sorry son, youre not, not strong.' Dad said, as it was any better and opened the car door for mom, then took his place by the stearing wheel. My brother sighed, defeated and took his own seat. Bucky opened the door, sat down and patted his thigh, nodding his head for me to sit. I inhaled a shaky breath and sat in his lap, he snaked his arms around my waist and held me tightly in place.

The car ride wasnt to long, and it was relatively uneventful. We were talking about nothing special, when Bucky, from nowhere grabbed my thigh. He unhooked the arm closest to the door from my waisr and laid his hand on the outside of my thigh, as invisible as it could come. He slid it up toward the hem of my skirt and massaged circles with his thumb. He grabbed the hem, snaking his fingers under it, grabbing the fabric and pulling upward to reveal more skin. I clutched his wrist in warning, and he pecked my shoulder in apology. I looked around the car, making sure everyone was minding their own business. They were talking, and we were answering questions and asking them in return, all the while bucky was stroking my thigh, a strange feeling. Unexpectedly, there was a bump in the road, I wouldve gone airborn if Bucky hadnt pulled me tighter against him. But in the same motion, I accidentaly grinded against his lap. And he grunted at the feeling, playing it off as a cough. 'Everything alright back there?' Mom asked.

Dad hissed, 'Sorry you guys, didnt see that bump!' Dad apologised.

'We're-' I began, feeling Bucky getting hard beneath me, 'Im- im fine, it wasnt to bad!' I assured him. I was getting flashbacks to the forest, Bucky hard beneath me, grinding against erection. Us kissing, him touching my body. I grabbed his wrist harder from the memories, clearing my throat. Bucky squeezed my thigh, then moved his hand to my waist, hooking his finger through a belt loop on my skirt and left it there for what remained of the ride. By the time we arrived, Buckys hard on had disappeared.

We were crusing the streets, checking out interesting shops and getting clothes for dad. Passing time and enjoying eachothers company. We got dinner and sat outside as we cought the last rays of the efternoon sun, laughing and chatting, sipping more wine. It made me think of the time before Bucky and I had anything to hide, when there were no overhanging secrecy to our dynamic. When we could talk and hang out with no hidden meaning behind our words or glances. When we didnt have to second guess my familys knowledge of our actions. It brought me into a somber mood, and Bucky being unwilling to discuss us was not helping. I wish I could push the guilt aside like he seems to, and just enjoy the happy parts of our conjoining instead. But at the end of the day, their my family. Their expectations were not weighing him down the same way they did me. My fathers voice brought me out of my thoughts, or rather the subject of his words did.

'You gonna have any women meet us at the bar Buck?' He asked him, it was a serious question but he laughed as he asked it. Knowing it was something Bucky rather kept to himself.

Buck chuckled in annoyance, 'Always as funny.' A strained smile forming on his lips. This, I was not in the mood for. I took my wine glass, hastily drinking it.

'Whats your plan, have anyone you wanna settle down with?' My mother asked him innocently, obviously unaware of my feelings regarding the matter. Bucky glanced around nervously, clearly embaressed by the grilling. His eyes met mine for a second, looking apologetic. Which only annoyed me more, I poured myself another glass of wine and finished it within minutes. My drinking was alarming him as he shut the questions down with a bunch of, 'Im not sure.' And 'We'll see.' Trying to be kind although it was bothering him.

'Lay off him.' My brother spoke, 'Youre like hawks, damn.' And Bucky gave him a grateful nod in return.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, pushing a smile 'Should we get going?' I asked, eager to leave their conversation behind me.

My father immedietly waved a waiter down, 'Great idea!' The waiter was a cute guy around my age, and with my annoyance at Bucky, concerning us, concerning his women, it resparked the jelousy in my already bad mood. So I flirted with the guy, and gave him my number as he left.

My mother had been eyeing him aswell, 'He was cute.' She whispered to me.

'Right?' I nodded, smiling.

'Im sitting right here.' Dad objected, crossing his arms and pouting. Mom stroked his shoulder apologeticly.

'Yeah, so cute.' My brother cut in sarcastically, and I slapped him playfully on the arm, rolling my eyes.

Bucky sat in silence, pinning me with his gaze and trying his very best to hide the irritation that was bubblig up inside him. Which only made me smile brighter, I had found a way to lighten my mood, and simultaneously found my entertainment for the night. It wasnt really his fault, I shouldnt be taking my frustration out on him. But I was in a devilish mood.

As we found our way to the bar, my brother and dad took the lead in drinking, I was hanging back a little bit. The mjsic was blaring through the speakers, 'Seen anyone of interest?' Dad half-shouted at Bucky.

He looked at me and smirked, 'As a matter of fact I have.' Bucky said and stood up from the bar, walking toward me. My eyes widened, I was horrified. He wasnt gonna expose us, was he? But turns out, I was worried for naught. Because he walked right past me to the woman sitting behind me, and immedietly began flirting with her. I had to clench my jaw to stop it from falling to the floor, anger sizzled inside me as I looked at them. I met his eyes for a second and he winked at me, oh game on.

I stomped onto the dance floor, found the first good looking guy I saw and laid my arms around his neck. 'Well hello cutie.' He shouted over the music.

'Hey there stranger, wanna dance?' I asked loudly, and he nodded enthusiastically. We locked hands as we danced together, he twirled me in circles, stopped me, put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him, my back against his chest as I swayed my hips to the music and he followed my movements. His hands were sliding up my thighs as I threw a glance Buckys way, who was staring at me, I could see him clenching his fist from here. He turned back to the woman, his furious expression melting into charm as he stroked a strand of hair behind her ear, she laid a hand on his knee in return. I cursed him silently, I had to one up him. 'Twirl me.' I told the guy and he did, then pullled me close again, hands found their way back to my waist, but we were chest to chest this time. I traced a finger along his jaw as we danced, I leaned closer to his ear and asked 'Kiss me?' and he obliged, not even taking a second to think about it, his lips met mine. When I looked back to where Bucky was sitting, he quickly averted his gaze from mine. Said something to the woman, to which she grabbed his hand and led him toward the exit. I began panicking, surely he wouldnt sleep with her? 'Could you excuse me for a second, I'll be right back.' I said in a hurried tone and made my way to the exit. I passed my family, who were caught up in a lively discussion, with several empty shotglasses infront of them. They wouldnt notice that I was missing for a while. I opened the door and stepped outside, he stood leaned against the railing enclosing the outdoor seating are, watching me as I approached him. The sound of the music druzzled iut into the air as the door shut behind me, only the thumping could be heard through the exterior. He was smoking, and the woman was nowhere to be seen. I breathed out a sigh of relief as a weight dissapeared from my heart. 'I thought you went home with her.' I said and leaned against the railing next to him, holding onto it.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head 'Would that have been taking it to far?' He asked and took a drag of his cigarette.

I looked at him with furrowed brows and wet eyes, tears welling in them. 'What are we doing Buck?' I asked sniffing, 'To ourselves, to eachother, to my family.'

He looked at me, anger melting away from him as he saw my face, 'I care about you, and you care about me. Why should anything else matter?' He asked, sighing.

'Because, you do not care for me the way youre expected to, or I you. My feelings for you pass far beyond what they should be for the best friend of my dad.' I whispered, he took another drag and laid his hand on top of mine, stroking circles with his thumb. I looked down at our hands, noting the difference in size and age, 'I just- I wish you could hold me right now, but its not possible. We will never be able to have a normal relationship.' I said, my voice breaking as tears start falling down my cheeks.

'Doll, please.' He began with sadness in his tone. But I couldnt take it any longer, I pulled my hand away and ran, ran down the street, ran until the music had completley faded. My blood rushed through my ears, I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat. And for the second time today, he caught me. He circled his arms around me and pulled me into the nearest empty alleyway. 'You need to stop running from me, doll.' He panted against my ear, backing me up against a cold stone wall. 'Listen to me, please.' He grabbed my face, turning me to look at him but I closed my eyes and shook my head, I just couldnt deal with it right now, with him. 'Please, please. . . Doll.' He whispered in desperation, something in his voice compelled me, reluctantly, I opened my eyes. 'Youre everything to me, we'll get through this. I dont know when and I dont know how, but we will.' He said and cupped my face, stroking tears from my cheeks. I wanted to belive him so desperately, I leaned my head against the wall, looking up at the light from a streetlamp. 'I promise.' He whispered and kissed my collarbone, kissing his way up my neck and along my jaw. I tilted my head down to face him, hovering my lips over his, 'I promise.' He repeated, his breath humid on my lips and I met them in a feverish kiss. I would have him anyway I could.

'Your mine, Buck. Im yours, take me.' I breathed between kisses, he slid his hands down my body, down my thighs and under my skirt, finding purchase under my ass and in one smooth motion raised me into his arms. I circled my legs around his hips as he leaned me against the wall, his hands free to unbuckle his belt. I kissed him wildly, desperately, I just needed him. As his belt was unbuckled his hands returned to my waist and the small of my back, I put my hands down his pants and stroked him, earning myself a grunt from him. I pulled him out, pulled my panties to the side and lined him up with my entrance, impatient for the feeling of him filling me up. 'Please Bucky, just yours.' I whispered, and he didnt hesitate, lowering me onto his length as he slid inside. Setting a hard pace as he helped my hips rut against his every thrust. I snaked my arms around his shoulders, holding onto his neck and hair for support as a scream almost slipped out of me, but I let my head fall against his shoulder and bit down in his flesh, skin and fabric muffling my scream. He hissed at the sensation, but didnt mind all that much. The sound of rough slapping echoed through the alley, making me realise how dangerous this was. Someone could walk by any moment, 'Faster Buck.' I ordered and his pace hastened. Pressure was building inside me, I was close to coming. Buckys relentless thrusting was pushing me over the edge, quickly I came in a blind, white hot surge of pleasure. Moaning against his skin as he kissed my neck, his pace becoming irregular and came himself shortly after me.

All of a sudden I heard footsteps passing by the alley, Bucky and I froze as we simultaneously looked the other way, hiding our faces. There was a whispered 'Holy shit.' And laughing from the street as they ran away. We sighed in relief and he set me down on shaky legs, he tucked himself away and simultaneously we began laughing. Uncontrollaby, the strangeness of this whole situation had us giggling like school girls, all the while I could feel him dripping out of me.

As we caught our breath, he hugged me 'We need to be more careful doll.'

I leaned back and side-eyed him, 'You dont say?'

He grabbed my chin and kissed me 'Dont give me attitude right now.' He whispered against my lips and circled an arm around my waist for support. Silently and slowly we made our way back to the bar, ready to end the night.

When we arrived, my family was emerging from the bar and waved when they saw us. 'I was wondering where you'd gone off to!' Dad exclaimed.

'Someone wanted to go for a walk' Bucky said, nodding to me, 'And seeing as she couldn't walk straight I figured it'd be best if I accompanied her.' He chuckled.

'What a gentleman, looking after our girl.' Mom said, adoration in her gaze as she looked at Bucky. I chuckled, straining to repress a second outburst of laughter and Bucky poked me in the ribs in silent warning.

'Good man!' Dad said and punched Bucky playfully on the shoulder, 'But we should really get going if we want to arrive home before the sun comes up.'

'And whos fault is that?' I asked, daring fate.

Dad quirked an eyebrow at my remark and ruffled my hair. 'Lets go kiddo.' He laid an arm around me, taking Buckys place and we were homebound.

I threw a glance his way as Bucky fell into pace next to my brother, who was chatting naerrily with him. Bucky nodded, mouthing 'Its okay doll.'

Accepting that this was our reality.

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You, Who Brought Heaven

Starring: Kim Doyoung

Part Two of Five of the Favorite Series.

Loosely based on the Song Favorite (Vampire) by Nct 127.

Genre: Vampires, Doyoung is a Prince, Mention of Poly relationships, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Smut, and Fluff

Warning: Blood.

11k Words

MINORS DO NOT READ!

He watched through the window of Jaehyun's study. It was around six o'clock in the morning when you lay your head. You had paced back and forth in your bedroom all night. Soaked from the rain you showered and changed into more comfortable clothes. You continued to pace the room making your way downstairs to check the lock. Doyoung knew it would be hard gaining your trust but he had to try. You were his last hope.

He tapped his finger on his chin as he paced the empty study. Different potions in vials and bottles on selves. The easiest solution to this plan would be to have you drink a love potion and you'd become so in love with him that you'd become obsessed. But he'd never do that. He wanted you to love him for who he is and what he is. Of course, you couldn't love a monster, no one could. But maybe you could learn to like him, and maybe just maybe fall in love with him if he did his best.

He had spent the whole night coming up with different plans to woah you. When his fingers tapped his lips he remembered the brief kiss you two shared before he told you what he is. He smiled feeling the softness of his lips letting his eyes shut for a moment as he pictured your lips on his. It was truly magical. No spell in the world could give him the euphoric feeling you gave him yesterday after the kiss you shared. He knew you had only done it because of what he is. Naturally, like everyone else, you were drawn to him, a symptom of the disease he carried in his body. But he'd like to think you did it because he desired him.

"That's it." he snapped his fingers. He had finally come up with a plan to gain your trust. It may not work but he had to try. His efforts would certainly not go to waste. He collected his things and marched out of Jaehyun's study. He continued marching down the hall to the large steps leading to the main floor. He skipped down the stairs watching as two staff walked over to him. One opened a case of sunglasses putting them on Doyoung's head shielding his eyes. The other put on his jacket fixing it as rolled up his sleeves. Then Irene appeared from the corner holding a black umbrella. Doyoung smiled as he fixed the front of his jacket. "This plan will work. I know it will," He said taking the umbrella from Irene. She widened her eyes rarely ever showing emotions but the sudden act caught her off guard.

"Do not fret my dear Irene. I will handle myself and follow through with my plan alone. It would be better that way I assumed," he said walking past her to the large doors of the manor. Two staff opened them exposing the sun that began to rise in the West. He hummed opening the umbrella and stepping outside. It wasn't a long walk to your house and surely you were up by now.

You were beginning to wake up at the sound of your cat, Lucy meowing. Her tiny paws patted your face lightly hitting your skin. She meowed getting louder each time waking you up. You squinted your eyes at the sunlight that appeared through your window. You jolted awake looking around to see that you were safe in your bedroom. You stood up pulling your curtains shut just before checking seeing nobody watching you from the window. You sighed in contempt and made your way to the bathroom. Just as you finished brushing your teeth your doorbell rang. The small ring makes you jump. Ever since last night, you've been completely on edge, and rightfully so. You had survived a trio of vampires in less than an hour, the timing was pretty impressive the situation not so much, at least to you.

The toothbrush still hung in your mouth as the doorbell rang again. You shut the water off and placed your toothbrush inside the container near your sink. You dried off your mouth and hands exiting the bathroom. Wearing your slippers you walked downstairs quietly making sure to not make a sound. What if one of them came back? What if they can hear you breathing? You asked yourself. You covered your hand over your mouth and made your way to your peephole. Your eyes widened in fear seeing a man standing outside carrying an umbrella. It has to be one of them. You looked again seeing him reach for the doorbell. He let out a sigh.

"Y/n I know you behind the door. Please do not be afraid," He said placing a hand on the door but didn't knock. "I just want to explain myself to you, but first I really want you to trust me," He said letting his head fall. The sun began to rise higher in the sky. Doyoung was running out of time. The umbrella wouldn't protect his whole body for long. He began to panic his leg shaking as he turned to the door.

"Y/n I know you are frightened by us, but please let me make sense of this," He said a slight plea in his tone. You gulped holding your hand above the lock. "How can I trust you?" you asked. His head perked up at the sound of your voice. "If I wanted to cause you harm don't you think I would have done it when I saw you two years ago? Or when we were alone in the garden?" He asked eyes on your door. He could feel the sun starting to rise but he held on. He needed you to trust him, even in the slightest.

"Y/n I know you do not trust us now. You have every right to. I deceived you long enough and I chose to not do so anymore. You deserve the truth and I want to give that to you," He said honestly. He looked towards the sun that sat brightly in the sky. "Also if you do not open the door I will burn," He said. You chew your lip. Can you trust him? He had a point he would have killed you if he wanted to. But maybe he just liked toying with his food. While that didn't seem like Doyoung you also just found out he's a vampire, so most things didn't seem like Doyoung anymore. Lucy rested at your ankles rubbing her head against you. Usually, if Lucy sensed danger she'd hiss but she was perfectly fine. You trusted her and her sense. With a final breath, you opened the door exposing an exhausted Doyoung who collapsed the minute the door swung open.

Pieces of his jacket burned through and red patches on his skin. You gasped holding your hand over your mouth. Doyoung had fallen to the side on his face. His foot tripped over a rock placed near your door as he went to turn to leave. You reached down pulling him inside with all the strength you had. You gritted your teeth as you pulled him inside and brought him to your well-cleaned first-floor bathroom.

You couldn't believe this. Carrying a weak vampire through your living room into your bathroom. You placed him on the ground gently sure to not hit his head. You opened the bathroom door dragging him inside. He grunted opening his eyes slightly. "Y/n…?" he asked adjusting to the room. You placed your hands on your hips. "I don't exactly know how to help you. I've never dealt with this kind of issue b before," Your eyes followed down his face to his legs then back up. He shook his head standing up. He waved his hand and then dusted himself off the floor. "I'll be fine," He went to walk out, and you winched seeing the burns on his back.

"Doyoung your back is…" The words died on your tongue as the marks began to heal. You shook your head following him out to the living room. He sat on a nearby chair letting out a huff. "Your back is healed," You said wide eyes standing behind him to see the wounds that hadn't even left a scar. You reached out to touch his back but pulled your hand back. "It is alright. You can touch me," He said. You chewed your lip slowly letting your hand draw closer. The tips of your fingers hovered over a spot on his lower back where one of the larger burns used to be. Your warm fingers touched it feeling the coolness of his back.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" you asked touching his cold back. He shook his head not moving an inch away from you. "Not at all," he responded enjoying your warm touch on his back. You pulled your hand back moving to stand in front of him. He fixed his posture no longer slouching in his seat. "You wanted to explain everything to me, so go ahead. But I can't promise I won't freak out or ask a lot of questions," you said avoiding his eyes. He smiled nodding his head pieces of his dark hair falling. He removed his sunglasses to get a better look at your face still swollen from the early morning. You rubbed your eyes still trying to function after a few hours of sleep.

"I fully understand," he said. "I do not wish to scare you with my explanation, please feel free to stop me when you need a break," He said. His words made you nervous. How intense was his story that it might scare you? You sat down next to him your body facing his. Your arm landed on the table leaning on it. You sighed nodding ready for him to explain.

"So you are a prince?" you asked. He nodded, "Yes. Well maybe not anymore, it's been quite a long time," he said. You nodded poking the inside of your mouth with your tongue. You were taking in every detail you could get. "Why did you move next door to me?" You asked. "It can't be because you're a fan. I didn't see my book in your manor," You said proud of yourself for having such a sharp eye. He chuckled ruffling his hair. "I suppose I will be honest with you if I want you to trust me," he said. "Me and my brothers having been searching for a cure," he said. You squinted your eyes, your brows furrowed. "A cure? You're sick? How you're a vampire," You asked.

He sighed "This is a disease that we have. It's a curse in disguise of a blessing. Its saved many lives including my own but only temporarily. What we become when we drink the blood of the infected human is evil. A monster in human disguise. I mean we can live forever, indeed. However we die every day we can not live or die," he said his teeth gritting. His head fell remembering all the pain he's been through and caused in his long empty life. "We will forever appear young too and healthy too. We can not catch any illness, not even a common cold. We can not freeze or burn unless we are in the sun. Only the moon knows what I've done," he said the last part to himself.

"What does that have to do with me? I don't have a cure to reverse you if that's what you're looking for," you said beginning to feel comfortable with the way Doyoung was not only staring at you but hinting you were a 'cure' to a disease he and his brothers shared. He shook his head taking your hands in his. "But you do dear Y/n. You hold rare blood in your veins. Blood purer than a virgin in a white dress," he said a hungry look in his eyes. You quickly pulled your hands away from his cold grip. He realized his aggressiveness and placed his hands on his lap.

He bowed his head to you. "Forgive me, please. I have gotten a little too excited," he said keeping his head down to you. You rubbed your hands together to keep warm. You nodded watching as he slowly picked his head back up. "It's alright just control yourself," he nodded fixing his jacket. "Yes my apologize I seem to have forgotten myself," he apologized again. Silence fell upon the two of you. Doyoung waiting for you to speak so that he could speak. "About the cure," You said waiting for him to get to the point. You were starting to become frustrated with the lack of explanation he was giving. He nodded, "Right right, I'm sorry," he apologized again.

"Stop apologizing," you said stopping him with your hand.

"I'm sorry- I mean," he huffed collecting his thoughts. "I wasn't lying when I said we were fans. We went to New York when you held a book signing. He each purchased a book, you probably don't remember us. You sighed mine first, then Jaehyun's and lastly you had signed Yuta's. He was the one that smelled you, accidentally sometimes we can't help ourselves. He told us your scent was different, one he had only smelled once before in his life," he said. You became a lot more interested in what he was saying really paying attention to each detail.

"He spoke of a friend who bit the neck of a woman one late night outside of a pub. The pub had fallen silent at the sight of her body falling to the hard ground. The next morning he become a mortal man again," He said hopeful. "He died only a few short years after and never walked the Earth again," he said. Your eyes widened shaking your head. "So not only do you want to die. You want to bite me?!" you said stepping out of your chair and back from him. He shook his head coming towards you. "No no, do not be mistaken," he said pausing his steps. "We do not want to bite you, I mean if you'd let us we would but we will not. Just a drop of your blood will turn us mortal again," he said in an attempt to persuade you. You shook your head still confused. "And then you die?" you asked.

"Only of natural causes," he said. You let out a sigh, "And you want my help," He nodded biting the side of his lip, "More than anything," he said.

"You are our last hope," he said a plea in his tone this time.

"Just a drop of blood?" you asked. He nodded the feeling of hope bubbling up through his throat. “Well yes but you can not just pour it for us to drink,” he said. “Then how does it work?” You asked. “There is an incantation that must be said in order for the transition to work,” he said tapping the table. “Jaehyun knows the spell. He will be the one to perform the transition,” he said. “And all I have to do is give some blood?” You asked again just to make sure. He nodded “Precisely,” he responded. “And this transition will make you human,” you said and he nodded again. “From monster to man,” he said.

He had waited decades, centuries for this moment. Finding a person who smelled of the purest blood gifted by God herself. You were the key to their life. The completion of a never-ending cycle, to live and die. The disease had disobeyed the rules of God and Doyoung no longer wanted to go against her rules and instead live like a man and die like one, like his brothers.

"You do not have to rush," He said reassuring you of a decision you hadn't even made yet. "Besides I want you to hear their stories before you gift me anything," he said bowing his head to you. Still at a loss for words you stuttered. Your mind went blank for a moment. Something still felt off, a missing piece to this puzzle. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask any questions. Your mind is foggy and your train of thought is lost. You decided against it for the time being and continued to ask Doyoung questions that didn't regard blood-sucking or biting. Instead of learning about different parts of history.

Doyoung was more than pleased to answer all of your questions.

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Weeks Later…

You had began to spend more time with Doyoung not as afraid of him anymore. He had turned out to be a real gentleman and was treated like a princess. Which could be because of his past or your magic blood. Whatever the case was it didn't bother you. It was nice to have someone treat you the way you deserve.

"So tell me again, what does this do?" he asked pointing to your microwave. You chuckled snorting in the mix. Embarrassed you covered your face with your hand. You had never done that but his question seemed too silly to you. The man has been around for more decades than the Revolutionary War and didn't know what a microwave was. He laughed beside you dressed down for the first time since you've begun spending time together. He always wore slacks and dress shoes. Nice blazers with a black undershirt. He also smelled amazing (Which hasn't changed). Now he wore jeans for the first time ever since you bought them for him after celebrating the launch of your second book. You had a party for the release and wanted him to dress more casually which he complied to do, his brothers teasing him in the mix.

"Okay okay," you calmed yourself down. "It heats up your food faster than a stove," you said walking off to grab a bag of popcorn. "Watch," you said placing the bag inside and clicking the popcorn button. He watched in amazement. He couldn't believe such a small machine could possibly cook anything, but it did. He jumped at the small pops of kernels that became popcorn. "How peculiar," he said as the beep went off indicating the time had ended. You pulled the bag out of the microwave careful not to burn yourself. You poured it into a nearby bowl. Doyoung watched with wide eyes as popcorn began to spill into the bowl.

"So," you began as you threw away the empty bag. "How come you don't know about a microwave or toaster ovens?" you asked walking into the living room. Doyoung followed behind you. You sat on the couch pouring two glasses of wine. The bottle sat on the coffee table with two wine glasses. Doyoung sat down beside you. "Well, the eras ended for me when we reached the forties. I traveled more than anyone and decided it was time to rest. I guess I was resting for too long," he said. "Jaehyun a sorcerer, a much more modern term would be a scientist. My brother never grew tired of exploring. He would tell Yuta and I of the new trinkets he'd find in his searches," He smiled at the memories of him and his brothers using Jaehyun's findings throughout their lives.

"Wait wait wait" you paused Doyoung whose smile began to fade from the happy memories. He returned back to reality at the sound of your voice. He turned his face to you slightly craning his neck. "Yes?" he asked you. "Jaehyun is a wizard?" you had to make sure you had heard that clearly. A sorcerer on a mission around the world. Doyoung chuckled shaking his head. He fixed his body to face yours. Your elbow held your head up, leaning on the couch. Doyoung picked one leg up laying it flat on your couch relaxing in his seat. "Jaehyun is a scientist to today's standards. He's a brilliant man with decades of work to prove it. He's been to many different colleges as well, Harvard, Yale, MIT, Stanford, Columbia, Cambridge, Oxford, and so many others. He's changed his identity many times to attend so many different schools," he said sounding proud of his young brother.

"And what about you?" you asked. Doyoung had talked about his brothers most of the time. You were curious about him. You had only known of his transformation but nothing of his past, before he became what he is and what he did after. "Me?" he questioned. Doyoung had never been asked about himself. His past didn't allow him to be in a position of weakness. "Yes, you. I'd like to know more about you," you said lightly touching his arm. He blushed at the light, warm touch of your fingers.

He cleared his throat feeling a small pit form in his stomach. What was this feeling? He had never felt this kind of knot in his throat and a ball in his stomach. He stood up clenching his throat with his hand. "If you excuse me, I must use the restroom," he said excusing himself and walking towards your bathroom not too far from the living room.

Odd you thought. How odd Doyoung is sometimes. Maybe he had gotten nervous to speak to you. You thought as you waited for him to come back. You smiled playing with the ends of your shirt. You knew Doyoung liked you. It was obvious, practically written on his face. When you heard the sink turn off you looked away from the bathroom door you didn't know you were watching. Doyoung returned taking a sip of his wine once he sat down. "I apologize Y/n, I didn't mean to be so abrupt with my exit," he said fixing his shirt. You shook your head, "It's alright. But I want you to know you do not have to be nervous," you said placing your hand over his. He looked down at your hand then glanced up looking into your eyes.

You felt the same feeling again that you had felt the night before. The night you kissed Doyoung with no thought of consequence in mind. You felt that same feeling rising in you again. Your hand slowly creeps up his forearm. Doyoung gulped watching your hand crawl gently up his skin. "Y/n," he tried to call, to warn you of the dangers of this leading any further. He tried to warn himself as well to control his body and mind. He smells enticing, sweet, and nostalgic. And you to him smelled fresh and young, your blood sweet. He knew he couldn't have you that way. The power you held over his body, he'd lose his mind in a matter of seconds. He touched your hands pulling you back. "Y/n," he warned himself again. He sighed slightly squeezing your hands in his grip. "I haven't…" he let the words fall off his tongue. "Nevermind," he shook his head. He turned away from you embarrassed. You followed him touching his shoulders. "What's wrong?" you asked concerned for him. His face turned red from what you could see.

"You asked me about me and I'd like to tell you," he said sending you a smile. You nodded sitting back in your seat. He followed your body and relaxed next to yours. "As you know I was a prince for a large part of my life. I was taught how to fight, serve and protect so that I could become king. The woman I married I had never met before. I did not love her, but the throne needed an air. I was convinced the late queen and she gave birth to a son. I grew ill shortly after his birth of a cold my body not yet advanced enough to fight. Yuta as you know transitioned me. Years later I searched for my son. The throne no longer mattered it me, honestly it never did. I just wanted to make sure he was taken care of. The queen had passed on and my son was alone. I felt sorry for him until I saw the beautiful woman on his arm. He became king and found his queen. Having many children surrounding them," He smiled a tear forming in his eye. You handed him a tissue to wipe his tears. "He had a love match and I couldn't be more happy for him. My son didn't need me and even though I watched him from afar, I knew he was okay,"

"Is that why death doesn't bother you?" you asked. "Not only was your son taken care of. Through him you can still live forever," Doyoung smiled nodding his head. You understood him better than his brothers did at this moment. "Before you passed you had a son. he carried out your line passing it on through his children and their children. As long as the Kim line lives, you live forever," you said feeling hopeful for Doyoung. "Precisely," he said a smile evident on his face.

"Why were you so nervous before?" you asked. He sighed, "I never shy away from speaking of my son. Most women do not want to date a man with a child," he said. You didn't mind even if his son was with him. Doyoung was a good man and that's what mattered most to you. He is sweet, such a gentleman, and nice to look at. Doyoung smiled, he could hear the thoughts in your mind. He decided not to tell you so as to not ruin the moment. "Doyoung," you said just above a whisper touching his hand. "Yes?" he asked his voice beginning to fall. "Do you remember the night before when I kissed you," you asked a teasing undertone in your voice. You batted your eyelashes at him. "Yes," he responded swallowing hard. That same lingering feeling appeared in your mind and stomach. Doyoung holding you in a trance like Yuta had the night you danced at the ball for hours. Why couldn't your mind calm when they were around you? They hadn't cast a love spell on you. So why was he so enticing? You were losing sense in his presence.

"Y/n before we continue I must warn you of something," he said his eyes falling shut. You kissed his neck and jaw slowly letting your tongue longer over his sweet spot. He let out an earthy moan as your lips touched and sucked on his skin. He warned himself to be gentle with you. He was much more powerful than you were and could kill you if he wasn't careful about his strength. If he were a mortal man he could have let you do your worse with him. Use his body in any way you desired, to please yourself. But being a vampire created a much more intense scene for the two of you. "I am very, uh…" You sucked a little harder on his skin. "Stronger than the average man and I know you desire men because of what I am but I do not think I can continue. I would be more than angry with myself If I hurt you-" He was hushed by you. Doyoung's eyes were still fluttered shut. Long lash faintly resting on his flushed cheeks.

He slowly opened his eyes lips pursed. "Y/n…I want to, I really do but I would feel better if you were my lady before we moved forward," he confessed. You thought about it, about him. You nodded sending him a gorgeous smile. "If you want me to be yours, I will. I like you a lot Doyoung, even if I'm still shocked about you being a vampire. I would not mind spending time with you," you responded to his confession. You aspected him to be thrilled, to kiss you even. Instead, he stood up shaking his head. You stood up beside him touching his shoulder. He brushed you off taking your hands and gently placing them back down. "Y/n I am not the only one to desire you," he said his head facing down. You raised a brow pulling your hands away from him.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. He sighed shameful in his confession. He had never shared a woman with his brothers. They had never even spoken about it until now. "My brothers they have their hearts set on you as well," he said the truth spilling from his tongue. You shook your head but were not surprised by his words. Instead, you chuckled "I had my suspicions Doyoung," you said. he lifted his head raising his brows. "What?" he questioned. You picked up your glass of wine taking a sip. You sat back on the couch Lucy jumping into your lap. She curled up as you pet her softly, purring against your stomach.

"I'm not stupid Doyoung. I knew your brothers were into me the minute I saw you all watching me through the window," you said. Doyoung turned to face you still shocked by your words. "You knew of us?" he asked. You shook your head. "I knew someone was watching me, I didn't know who and when you showed up to my door to deliver one mask on the night of the ball I knew," Doyoung scoffed rubbing his temples. He blushed chuckling to himself. He covered his lips his smile only peering through when his hands would move. "Was I that obvious?" he asked. He didn't even try to hide it. There was no point in doing so. You already knew of his and his brother's feelings for you. There so no point in hiding or holding back anymore.

He sat down on the couch beside you his eyes on you. "Doyoung I want you and if you want me you can have me too," the tone in your voice had changed. Your words lingered with a hint of tease. Doyoung no longer wanted to be held under control. The temptation that flowed through the room he could no longer withstand. He is whole life followed the orders of others, including his older brothers. Tonight he no longer wanted to follow his rules and decided he even wanted to break his own. "Y/n" he called. "May I kiss you?" he asked. You smiled leaning closer to him. "You may do more than just kiss me," you responded. Doyoung wasted no time capturing his lips with yours. His hand find the back of your head holding you in his arm. The other lay on you respectively on the couch. You sighed pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around his neck drawing his lips as close as you could. Your tongue poked his lips and he moved his mouth your tongue slipping past his heart-shaped lips. “Doyoung don’t be afraid I can handle it,” you said against his lips. You looked deeply into his eyes his lips coded with a shade of red. “Are you sure?” He had to ask just to make sure you didn’t change your mind.

You nodded biting your lip. Your eyes move away from his and to his lips. He growled lifting you off the couch and carrying you in his lean arms. “Where is your bedroom?” He asked lips dangerously close to yours. Man, you smelled so sweet to him. He wanted to rip you apart right there, so he did. He placed you down pushing you up against the wall. Your head fell rather hard from his force. You didn’t mind though to lose in the moment to break away.

He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your jaw and neck. Your blood ran slightly cold when his tongue licked over your neck. Doyoung sensed it immediately and stepped back. “Y/n I promise I will not bite you,” he said sternly but a calm undertone in his voice. You nodded deciding to trust him. “You can bite me, just don’t take too much,” you said. Doyoung’s eyes glowed at the thought of sucking his teeth into you. He licked his lips, he wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelled.

“You wouldn’t mind?” He asked wanting to hear your words of consent again. You nodded tilting your head to the side. He leaned forward lips hovering over your sweetest spot. “I must warn you Y/n,” his voice had dropped a couple of octaves. His eyes changed color as your scent grew lingering under his nose. He was so close he could practically taste you. His brothers would envy him if they knew what he was about to do to you. “It is very intimate. It will hurt at first for you but it will soon become pleasurable. It will feel good for us both just differently,” he said. “How so?” You asked. He chuckled darkly. “Well you’d be feeding me,” he licked his lips. He brought his index finger from your neck drawing small circles on the spot and moved down your chest. “You feel a shock throughout your body and you're a tickle in your nerves, including,” his hand palmed you outside your leggings. You moaned still staring at him, his eyes a normal brown.

“Here,” he said licking his teeth like a hungry dog. His eyes had changed to black. “I promise you I will be gentle,” He launched forward kissing you again, and moved his way down to your neck. His fangs spurted out as he sank them inside you. Your head fell back eyes falling shut. You felt the pinch in your neck, similar to when you move your head the wrong way and your nerve pinches you. You squeezed your eyes shut fists forming into small balls. Your knuckles turned white from the grip you held.

Then it changed. Your fist fell and your mouth fell open. Your eyes fluttered open to see Doyoung launched into your neck. You turned away closing your eyes again letting out an earthy moan. A sound you had never made before. You no longer felt his teeth, your mind falling into pure bliss. You felt the shock and then the tickle throughout your body. He groaned repeatedly against your skin. His hips rutted into the air. Your blood is a true delicacy. It was more than sweet it was gratifying. He felt drunk off your blood, especially when you began to moan above him once the pinch had faded away.

You started to feel tired. Doyoung was still sucking you below. “Doyoung,” you whispered patting his shoulder. You had, had enough of this and started to feel doozy. “Doyoung!” You said a little louder. He was instantly pulled off by the sound of your voice. Your blood was evident on the sides of his mouth. He wiped his lips with his tongue humming at the taste of you. He stepped away handing you a glass of water. You drank the entire thing feeling your body return to its normal state. He hadn’t taken too much so your recovery was short-lived.

“Apologies if I hurt you. Here,” he placed a bandage on your neck. “Will I be like you?” You asked. He shook his head, “No I only took but did not give,” he said smiling. You nodded smiling as well.

“Now let me give you what you deserve,” he said catching your attention. He picked you up again smiling as he looked into your eyes. “Your bedroom?” You pointed to the stairs and he effortlessly carried you up to your bedroom. (His strength on of his abilities as a vampire). He kicked open the door placing you on your bed. He removed his jacket from his arms placing it on a nearby reading chair. You smiled seeing his lean arms on display. The black t-shirt is tight around his biceps. The veins on his forearm are displayed to you as well. He stepped closer kneeling on your bed. His hands formed two fists on either side of your body. He leaned down kissing you and you held his face kissing him back.

You sat up pulling over a shirt over his head. His eyes widened at your chest, even though covered with a bra he couldn’t help but blush. “You are beautiful,” he compliments eyes moving your body to your eyes. He leaned forward capturing your lips. “Wait,” he said. “What?” You asked. He stood up walking over to the window. He shut the curtain making sure his brothers could not see you like this. You chuckled rolling your eyes playfully.

He walked back pulling his shirt over his head. Your fingers danced on his chest smiling as you leaned in for another heated kiss. He pulled you closer kissing down your neck. He kissed the bandaid on your neck softly then moved to your collarbone. His skillful fingers found the back of your bra removing it from your skin. He placed it on the side moving to your leggings. During your heated kiss, you bit his button lip pulling it with your teeth when he tried to pull away. Doyoung growled an animal-like growl. His hands were on either side of your leggings as he stopped them apart. Your eyes widened seeing the black fabric in his hands. He blinked a couple of times lost. “Doyoung-“

“I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he said. You shook your head feeling the wetness pool in your panties. His chest heaved up and down as he looked over at you. You pulled your panties down and he dropped the ripped fabric to the side. He licked his lips taking hold of your underwear and ripping those too. He threw them away roughly spreading your legs open. He licked a long stride on your slit. You moaned watching as he tasted you. He made another lick and then another seeing you frustrated from the teasing. He could not have you unsatisfied now. He used his fingers to spread your lips. His mouth finds your clit sucking and licking on the bundle of nerves.

Your head fell back hand reaching down to grip onto his long black hair. He brought his other arm around your waist holding you down so you wouldn’t squirm away like you had. He pulled you back down forcefully holding you still. “Fuck,” you cursed at his abuse. His head shook vigorously his tongue flicking the nub. His tongue inching closer to your wet dripping hole. His tongue was at your entrance licking around the hole as his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck Doyoung please,” you begged. He chuckled a smirk on his face. His tongue moved inside your hole fucking you with the wet organ.

You rutted your hips against your face when his tongue moved to your clit again fingers finding their way inside you. Pumping in and out of you at an unholy speed. Fingers curved gracing your Gspot over and over. He was eating deliciously and it made you think you should have let him do it sooner. The man had many gifts and this was definitely one of them. Doyoung smirked at your thoughts. He was more than pleased to make you feel the utmost deserved pleasure. He wondered if Jeno could have made you feel this good then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten bored of him.

You felt your climax approaching. Your pussy clenching around Doyoung’s fingers. He couldn’t wait for you to clench around his cock like that. His hips fucking into your mattress. He felt himself grow hard the minute you let him bite you. The moment was very pleasurable for him. He groaned again thinking of your sweet taste. “Baby cum for me please so that I may taste you again,” he said bringing you to your end. You came all over his mouth feeling his tongue lick you up dry. He licked his lips and sucked on his fingers. He removed his jeans tossing them away. He pulled his boxer slightly down to pull out his dick. He gathered some of your wetness in his hand fisting himself with your juice.

The sight was dirty and hot. You brought your fingers down your clit as you watched him please himself with your cum mixing with his pre cum. Doyoung was never like this in bed. He was a gentle lover, never fucking just making love. But with you, he wanted to do everything. He wanted to make love to you just as much as he wanted to fuck you. You didn’t care what he did as long as he fucked you. You thought for a moment about Jeno. Jeno never made you feel this good. At the beginning of your relationship, he had. He was a good lover until you both started to slip away. He became lazy and bored. You were desperate for release but couldn’t cum when he touched you. It was truly horrible.

“Don’t think of him,” Doyoung said catching you off guard. “What?” You asked. He crawled towards you hovering tall above you. He shook his head slowly. “Do not think of him,” he said a hint of anger in his tone. He wasn’t mad at you, he was annoyed with Jeno. Such a sorry excuse for a man he thought. He hated he didn’t treat you well, the way you deserved to be treated, not worshipped. He also didn’t want you to think of him when he was about to fuck you. “How did you,”

“I can hear you, my love. I’ve always heard you,” he said coming closer to your lips. You knew vampires held abilities but you had only seen a few vampire movies and in the movies, not all could read minds! I guess the movies lied to you. You shook your head thinking of all the things Doyoung has probably heard. “Don’t worry I don’t listen to everything. Just right now I could hear you,” he said finishing his journey. “Desire me Y/n and I can give you the world,” he said. “Think of me and I can promise you the stars,” he said looking deeply into your eyes. His eyes began to turn yellow. You looked deeply into it and nodded.

“Doyoung I desire you,” you said and he smiled. He blinked and his eyes turned back to brown. You shook your head blinking a couple of times. You looked up seeing him again. He grabbed the back of your head kissing you passionately. He pulled his boxers all the way down aligning himself at your entrance. You didn’t have to worry about a condom. Doyoung can not get you pregnant and he also can not carry any disease. You are clean but even if you did have something he could not carry it. (You should still be clean though & him). He inched himself inside you looking into your irises.

He moaned as he looked down seeing himself inch further inside you. Once he sat comfortably in your velvet walls he waited for you to be ready. You tapped his shoulder and he began to move ding ding a rhythm that was perfect for the two of you. Once you both found it he thrust harder. You moaned aloud holding onto his biceps that flex under your grasp. His eyes looked back into yours as he fucked into you. Groans and cursing slipped from his lips his jaw slack. You squeezed around him arching your back off the bed. He gritted his teeth squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck Doyoung,” you moaned as he pulled you forward. You sat on his dick riding him chasing your own high. His hands found their way from your breast to your hips. He grinds you again with this cock. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. You looked so powerful so glorious sitting so high above him. He looked at you like you were his queen. He would do anything you asked. He would bow to you with the utmost respect and would feel his heart leap if all you did was spare him a glance because a glance in his direction let him believe he was important. But now seeing you use him for your own pleasure riding him to your liking all he could do was enjoy. So thankful to be in your presence. Thankful that you desire him just as much as he desires you.

“Fuck,” you cursed again. Doyoung sat forward molding your bodies together. You could feel the sweat beads form on your forehead falling down your body. Doyoung’s cool body helped with the added heat to yours. He hadn’t broken a sweat. “Doyoung please,” you begged. He was still being too sweet, like you’d break. He shook his head, he couldn’t let himself go. “Doyoung,” you begged again. You squeezed around him and he choked on a moan throwing your body down. Your head hit the pillow and he pulled out.

He pumped it into his hand. “You want me to he rough? Find I’ll give it to you,” he said ramming himself into at an incredible speed. The headboard slammed against the wall hard. The bed creaked so loud poor Lucy became worried downstairs. He fucked your hard and fast his hips slapping against yours. The sound of skin slapping and wet sounds filled the room. He brought his hands to your hips drilling into you. “Cum for me love. Show me how good I make you feel,” he groaned feeling you squeeze again. Just as you neared your climax you felt the bed fall from underneath you. Your body jerked eyes widened but the shock went away replaced with sweet release.

“That’s it, my love. Cum for me,” he coaxed rubbing circles around your clit with his fingers. Doyoung’s orgasm not far from yours he fucked into you harder. Picture frames on the wall began to fall to the ground. Your phone fell off the bedside table. He fucked you deeper into the mattress, your head pressing into the pillow. Your back began to hurt but you felt your third orgasm approaching and had no strength to tell him to stop. He leaned forward so hovering against yours. His brown but quick to black with a blink of an eye.

“Can I release in you?” He still had to ask you. After all, he’s still a gentleman. You nodded furiously holding onto his arm. He rubbed your clit again knowing how close you were. He released inside you painting your insides white. He slipped out of you falling onto the bed. He laid flat and forcefully pulled you closer spreading your legs. He fucked you with his tongue wasting no time with teasing. He made sure you were going to cum. He continued his assault while you raised from the bed. The pleasure is too much to handle, especially with Doyoung’s eagerness to get you off. Once you finally came Doyoung slipped out of your chest heaving.

Your chest heaved too. So exhausted you passed out. When you finally woke you noticed the change of scene. You rubbed your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You were in Doyoung’s bedroom alone. When you looked down you noticed you were wearing a shirt that wasn’t yours. You felt around looking for your phone. You found it on the bedroom nightstand. When you picked it up you saw it was the next day, the middle of the night. You sat up eyes widened in the slightest. Doyoung wasn’t in his room. You stood up feeling a pair of socks on your feet. You looked down, they were yours. You went to walk towards the door but fell.

“What the?…” you questioned. You tried to lift yourself from the ground but failed. You looked towards the open window seeing the night sky. You had also seen a chair. You dragged yourself to the chair allowing it to help you up. During your mission to stand you hadn’t heard the door open then close. Footsteps however caught your attention. The steps belonged to Doyoung who held a glass in his hand. He smiled placing it down then came to your side. He was dressed in a silk robe with slippers on his feet. He sat you down on his bed rubbing the small of your back.

He leaned forward handing you the hot cup of tea. “How are you feeling?” He asked watching as you sipped the tea. “Tired,” you said chuckling. Your half-opened eyes looked over at Doyoung. He had a glow to him, and it wasn’t just from the fire. He looked different, more alive. “What?” He questioned when your stares lingered for longer than you hoped. You shook your head, “Nothing I just think you're pretty,” you said. He gushed turning away. He cleared his throat fixing himself. “You are pretty. I am not pretty,” he said but you turned him to face you. “You are Doyoung. You are pretty,” you said sincerely Doyoung went to speak but was cut off.

“How cute,” Yuta said by the door. He stepped inside causing Doyoung to sigh. Yuta sat on the cause near the window close to Doyoung’s bed holding his own glass in his hand. “Relax brother I won’t be long just to send our dear Y/n the news,” he said smirking at his brother than you.

“What news?” You asked looking from Doyoung to him. He shrugged playing with the rim of the glass. “Your bed is broken thanks to Doyoung so we are letting you stay with us,” he said sipping the glass. You sat back placing the tea down. “You just assumed I’d stay here?” You questioned Yuta. He brought the tea down nodding. “I mean yes we can provide you with anything you need. Besides everyone else you know is too far,” he said. You glared at him. He was right. Everyone else was too far away from you and everything you needed was right across the street. Even though you could just sleep on your couch or the guest bedroom it would be nice to spend more time with Doyoung and maybe even his other brothers.

Yuta smirked bringing the cup back to his lips. “So it’s settled you’ll stay here until your bed is fixed,” he said. You looked over at Doyoung who smiled. “You may stay in my room if you’d like,” he offered taking your hand in his. He played with your knuckles tickling the skin. You giggled hiding your face. Doyoung chuckled as well, he adored you. “I hope you like it,” Yuta said cutting the moment short.

“Like what?” You asked. Yuta chuckled standing up and walking towards the door. “You're wearing my shirt baby,” he said before walking out and closing the door behind him. You widened your eyes attempting to take the shirt off out of respect for Doyoung. You thought too, if he was the one that put it on you, he probably saw you naked. That made you remove it even faster. Doyoung stopped you shaking his head. “He didn’t see you,” he assured you. “And secondly I thought it was mine, he must have switched them,” he said letting the fabric fall. You sighed rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn.

You were glad Yuta hadn’t seen you topless but thought it was rude of him to just switch shirts. Did he not respect his brother? Doyoung seemed to always act differently around him. He spoke less and kept his head down. He avoided frustrating or making Yuta angry. Could there be a hidden rivalry between them? Is Jaehyun also sacred of his brother? So many questions with no answers. However, you kept a note in your mind, to watch what you saw around Yuta. You didn’t know what could set him off.

“Are you tired?” Doyoung asked taking you out of your thoughts. You shook your head, “Nope. I feel very well rested just my body aches,” you said rubbing your side. Doyoung blushed bowing his head. “My apologies I was not aware of my own strength,” you brushed him off. “I told you to stop saying your sorry. And besides I liked it,” you said leaning forward. He smiled looking into your eyes. “Yeah?” He asked also leaning forward. You smiled nodding your head, “Yeah,” he closed the gap between you two placing his lips on yours. You pulled him closer to you both of you falling into his bed.

“Maybe we should wait for your body to rest. I don’t want to rush you,” he said. You nodded you felt a pain in your back and decided rest would be best. “How about I run you a warm bath? I cleaned you at your place but a bath is always nice,” he said. You nodded placing your lips on his. “I’d like that thank you,” he said kissing you back. He stood up nodding, “Of course,” he walked off to his bathroom turning on the water. When he came back he lifted you up kissing you all over your face. You giggled trying to turn away. His lips tickled your skin. He closed the bathroom door helping you undress. More giggles coming from behind the door.

In Jaehyun’s passing, he heard them stopping for a moment. Jaehyun was noisy it’s how he knew everything all the time. He listened when people spoke to the very last detail. Even things that were unimportant he still paid attention believing the pieces could be useful later, like an unsolved puzzle. He also listened in when people were unaware of his presents. He smiled at your giggles. He had quickly grown to like you too. Seeing you come to their house more and letting him teach you about different subjects and spells in his room brought so much joy to his day.

Sometimes you’d quiz each other and you’d win. You were so intelligent and bright. You were strong-minded and quick-witted as well. He had gotten his heart broken a long time ago. He swore he’d never love again fearful of being hurt, lied and used like he was before. But you for the first time had come in like a breath of fresh air he so desperately needed. He wouldn’t lie he was scared to trust another with his heart again but with you, he was willing to try no matter how nervous it made it. He knew you were a good person and he trusted you enough to try.

He knew of your relationship with Jeno too. Jeno had hurt, lied, and used you. He understood exactly how you felt.

Which is why he needed you to trust him. Jaehyun walked away back into his room. He looked out the window that faced yours.

“I need you to trust me the way I trust you,” he said looking towards your window. To Be Continued… Bonus Scene I wrote because I like you guys. :) Yuta clicked his teeth with his tongue as he closed Jaehyun’s door. “One down two to go,” he said walking down the hallway. He pressed on a statue which revealed a hidden door. When the door opened he walked inside. The door had led to a flight of stairs that only traveled down. He stepped down the stairs turning on a light once he reached the end. He walked into the cellar down the stairs you had thrown the flashlight at him.

He rubbed his head at the memory. Once he walked down a couple more flights he reached the end the cool becoming warmer. He walked inside the dim room turning on the lights. The room became illuminated with bright lights showcasing a machine Jaehyun had built.

Yuta smirked tapping the cup of blood in his hands. “So close I can almost taste it,” he said bringing the cup to his lips. He eyes the machine like a prize. Licking his lips grabbing any access blood from the sides. “Soon we will finally be mortal. It’s all just a matter of time,” he said to himself. He felt a presence behind him. He turned around seeing Doyoung.

“Shouldn’t you be with her? Resting?” Yuta asked. Doyoung nodded. “She is asleep. She doesn’t know of my absent presence,” he said walking further inside and staring at the large machine.

“Are you sure this plan will work?” He asked. Yuta nodded taking a sip from his glass and then handing it to Doyoung. Doyoung sipped the blood. It tastes nearly as good as yours, not even close. He grimaced at the taste but hid his face from Yuta. He handed the cup back to his brother. “Do not worry I have it all under control,” he said licking his lips.

“Soon we will be human. And she is the price we are going to have to pay,” he said darkly. Doyoung felt his throat dry and his body runs cold. He still didn’t know of Yuta’s plan, only small details he spilled when Jaehyun was around. He wondered now if he could trust Yuta. Would he hurt you to gain his freedom? Maybe he should watch as back. Who knows what Yuta is capable of?

“You will not hurt her? Right?” Doyoung asked a hint of worry in his tone. Yuta chuckled rolling his eyes. He turned placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. “Have I ever lied to you?” He asked. Doyoung gulped but shook his head. Yuta was a very good liar but tended to be honest with his brothers always wanting the best for them. He turned away stepping away from the machine. Doyoung still stood in the room just as the lights went dark.

“Are you coming? She may be cold,” Yuta said. Doyoung nodded following behind his brother.

To Be Continued….

Hope you enjoyed this part of my five part series! Please stay turned for Part 3: Loving You is Incomplete and Risky starring Jung Jaehyun.

See you in the next part ;)

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The Villain's Hero pt 2

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: Graphic depictions of violence, redemption, gets pretty soft at a certain point, 1st person

Summary: Wanda does what said she would. You try to piece your new life together.

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I was strapped down. I had no leeway to move. I could feel the material against my arms. I wish I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, and my vision was blurry.

" Did you think she was going to stop me?"

My blood ran cold.

" I don't fail. A trait that must've skipped a generation. Your little hero wasn't anything to me. I crushed her."

I struggled against the restraints. I could hear my father's laughter echo around the room.

" Oh? You don't believe me. Let me show you what happens when I handle things by myself."

My vision cleared, and I was met by the image of Wanda's bloody body slumped over in a corner.

" You're next."

My body jolted straight up. I was drenched in sweat and my breathing was labored. I was in the same room I was in earlier. This time, there was no Wanda to greet me.

Though my being was in shambles, I tried my hand at getting out of the bed. This time I was successful. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My stomach and thigh were wrapped up. My nose had been reset and there was a small bandage to cover the gash. The bruises were still turning, but it could've been worse. It would've been, if Wanda hadn't patched me up so well.

The house was quiet. I looked around for the hero, taking in the home as I did. It seemed like she lived alone. Everything was neat and clean. I tried not to panic at the lack of her presence, but after that dream I was on edge.

I had a bad feeling in my gut. The type of feeling, that meant I had to find Wanda. She had been in my mind, which meant she knew where to find my father.

He wasn't always an evil man. He was my dad, I didn't think he could hurt a fly. Then mom got sick. Things took a turn for the worse. Her health was rapidly declining, but she still wore a smile.

It wasn't fair. She was a sweet woman, who only wished to help others. She should've had more time.

My father and I agreed on that. We were both messes when she finally passed. I remember feeling so much anger. I developed so much hatred in the world, because a world that would take my mother from me wasn't a world I could respect.

I was young then, impressionable. So the anger that I felt only multiplied under my father's rage. His sanity slipped away day by day, bringing him closer and closer to a life of crime.

Wanda was right, I was his weapon. I never questioned him, he was all I had. I'd already lost my mom, I refused to lose him too.

Part of me wished he'd fought for me, like I fought for him. I did everything I could to make my father happy. No matter how wrong it felt, no matter how much I bled, I did what he asked.

This is the one thing I couldn't do, and he hated me for it. I hated myself for it.

But I knew there was no world where I'd willingly slay Wanda. She had a good point earlier. The hero was my other half.

We fought, we hurt each other, but there was an abundance of respect underneath it all. The woman was a light, perhaps the only one left standing.

She was a beacon of hope for people everywhere. I couldn't take her away from them. She's everything I wished I had to look up when I was younger.

I had to stop her.

Wanda was a person of her word. There was only one place where I thought I could find her, a place I didn't want to go. However, pride moved my feet, or maybe it was fear.

Fear that my nightmare would become a reality.

Much like the night before, I let my feet carry me. I didn't want to think about what I'd find when I got there.

" You are weak. A pitiful excuse of a father and a worse excuse of a man."

Wanda had him by the neck. She was squeezing him so tightly that the wound I made yesterday was leaking. He was in bad shape. It looked like she had beat him quite badly.

His eyes met mine, and he mouthed," Save me."

" Wanda, put him down."

Her gaze was focused on him," He deserves this."

" This isn't your fight, hero," I try to be gentle with my voice.

" He could've killed you," her grip intensified.

My eyes pool," He's all I've got, please."

Wanda doesn't waiver," He doesn't care about you, Y/n. He doesn't even want to claim you as his child. He's used you years to do his bidding."

My heart tightens in my chest. I force myself to look at my father, " I tried so hard after mom died. I tried to be everything you asked for. In fact, I was everything you wanted me to be. You never cared, I don't even remember the last time you told me you loved me. I was supposed to be your daughter, and you were supposed to be my dad."

His eyes were blank as they bored into mine," You were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I hope you know you'll be nothing without me. She'll turn you in after this, and you'll rot because that's all you know. I raised you like that for a reason. You will never be able to exist without-"

The crack was viscous. My hands shot over my mouth in disbelief. Tears were wildly streaming down my face. His body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The eyes were still open, looking at me with disgust.

Wanda stood still, she was staring at her hands.

" W-wanda?"

Her attention turned to me. She approached me and for a moment I felt fear. My father's last words rang through my ears, what if this was it for me.

" I told you, I'd kill him for what he'd done to you. I don't want you to believe anything that piece of shit ever said to you."

I couldn't take my eyes off of him," He's right, who am I without him telling me who I have to be?"

Wanda shook her head," That's for you to figure out. You could be whatever you want to be."

" What if…" I didn't finish the sentence, my insecurities were getting the best of me.

" We'll figure it out together," Wanda’s doe eyes bore into yours.

I shook my head," I still don't understand why you're helping me."

" You're my other half. Now, let's go."

" What about-" I didn't finish my sentence. When I looked at where my father had just been lying, lifeless, he was no longer there.

" Let's go," Wanda repeated.

With much effort, I followed the woman outside and back to her house.

Wanda gave me something I had never had before in life, a chance. The opportunity to be more than just a criminal. She never pressured me to be a hero, but with my skill set it was almost normal to me.

There were certain things from the past I couldn't let go of. However, there were a lot of people who had switched sides, for whatever reason.

I didn't think of my father a lot. Sometimes he'd slip into my mind, when I was at my lowest, but I didn't let it ruin what I had worked for.

I was on the right side of the fence, thanks to Wanda. I was grateful, but I couldn't convey it too much. I had to keep up our banter and faux-hatred of each other.

Though, the rising tensions between the two of us only seems to grow. It was easier to ignore when we were on opposing sides. However now, I find myself able to admire her up close. This complicates things.

Unfortunately, I have found myself to be in love with the hero. I call myself by the same mantra now, but I cannot erase my villainous past. It will forever taint the legacy I decide to build for myself.

" You look a little lost there, hero."

I frowned," You know I hate when you call me that."

Wanda laughs," It's the truth. You're a hero."

I shake my head to disagree," I'm just doing what I can to right my wrongs."

Wands rest her hand on my shoulder," You're doing more than that Y/n."

" Doesn't feel that way. I feel like… I'm wearing a mask, hiding my true intentions."

" What are your true intentions?"

I paused," I don't know. I just feel like an imposter, Wanda. You know I'm no good."

" Even when we were on opposite sides, I never thought you were bad. You held back and showed too much remorse to truly revel in the darkness."

I chuckle," You think so? I hurt so many-"

" You regret it. You would change it if you could. I watch you beat yourself up everyday over it. You're not the monster you're trying to make yourself out to be."

I closed my eyes as I felt her hand begin to massage my shoulder. I let out a deep breath," I hate letting you see me like this."

" I like it when you show me that you're more than just a sarcastic asshole."

" Glad my weakness brings you happiness."

She gently hooked her finger under my chin, our eyes met," Your weaknesses make you human. However, your emotions will never be a weakness."

It was hard to believe her. My father's words echoed through my head. He was still haunting me. The only thing that gave me any pause was that I was certain Wanda wouldn't lie to me. It wasn't in her character.

" I guess you make me human then," I swallowed hard, almost wishing I contained my words.

" I make you weak?"

My hand shakes as it caresses her face," You make me feel things I never wanted to experience. Wanda, you're the only one I refused to kill. You've shown me kindness when I was undeserving, you protected me when I refused to believe I was in danger, and you saved my life."

" Y/n-"

" You make me feel so weak yet, all I want to do is relish in feeling."

Her lips met mine first. Her grip on my chin didn't waiver, neither did my hold on her face.

I didn't want to let her go. I was afraid that when the kiss ended, whatever we had we would go with it. I thought I had ruined things with my words.

" Stop thinking," she whispered against my lips.

I obeyed her command, my mind was empty. The only thing I was focused on was her. I needed her, and for once that didn't make me feel weak.

She smiled, breaking the kiss," Y/n, the thing you seem to keep forgetting is that you're my other half. That means, I need you just as much as you need me."

My eyes widened in surprise at her words. She giggled and I smiled.

" You never cease to surprise me, hero."

" That's a good thing."

I pecked her lips, unable to help myself.

" It truly is."

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Mermaid’s Tale (Drabble)

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n has another one of her schemes underway, one which may include a scaly tale and a surprised Chris

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What else do you do when your husband is at work? Buy one of those latex mermaid tails off amazon. It was the perfect plan.

As soon as Chris left for the company with his goodbye kiss, I perched myself onto the couch, laptop in tow. I remember seeing someone on Tiktok getting one and having a blast, so why couldn’t I?

Scrolling through the site none of the tails had caught my eye, until I saw a lovely royal blue mermaid tail jumping out at me. The ends of the tail itself detailed intricately, five star reviews all around with people even saying they had bought more in different colours. My eyes widening when it said it would be delivered tomorrow, a smile deepening itself onto my face.

The rest of the day had passed slowly, with me counting down the minutes until Chris was home from work. Yeah he made it a thing to text me at least once every hour to check on me, but it wasn’t the same. My man in my eyes was absolutely perfect down to a T, hell even the way he got angry could make me hot and bothered.

“Bunny? Where are ya? i’m home!” I heard a voice call out from the front door interrupting my train of thought, feeling like a puppy as I ran to greet him. His arms engulfing me into a hug, his sweaty cologne scent filling my nose as he kissed my head gently, his arms swaying us from side to side.

“I missed ya today” He whispered squeezing me even tighter, backing us up further into the house until we reached the staircase a few metres away.

“You said that yesterday” I laughed pulling away, his tired eyes smiling down at me, his hands caressing the apples of my cheeks tenderly.

“Cus I miss ya everyday bunny” Bending down he pressed his lips to both of my cheeks, a pout on my lips when he pulled away

“Oh my how could I forget” He jokingly said watching me furrow my brows in frustration, his lips crashing down onto mine. His lips opening mine skilfully, his tongue sliding in with mine.

“Are you hungry? There’s spaghetti in the microwave for you” My fingers played with the chain around his neck waiting for his answers,

“Nah it’s okay baby, i’d rather jus' stay in bed with you tonight. After I shower of course”

“Yeah cause you stink Chrissy, no offence” I said dramatically walking up the stairs warily knowing he was going to start chasing me, and within seconds we had started a sprint towards our bedroom, with me catapulting myself into our bed and under the blankets.

“Oh yeah keep hidin, after I shower you’re so gettin it bun” He said as I heard him gathering his stuff from drawers, the sound of the bathroom door closing echoing through the room. Turning onto my side I looked at the clock to see it had just turned 8PM yet I felt so tired out for some reason. Taking Chris' spare pillow, I hugged onto it and felt the heaviness weigh down on my eyes.

(Time Skip)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I felt a soft hand run up and down my stomach rhythmically, my body feeling all warm and cozy thanks to Chris. Slowly looking around to him, I saw him smile at me smugly, leaning in to kiss my lips. “You alright?” I asked

“Better than alright, now go ahead n’ sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up”

Nodding my head half asleep, I turned back around my cuddled back into his pillow, feeling Chris spoon me from behind.

(The Next Morning)

Getting up bright and early at 7AM, was a surprise, especially for me. I hd decided to let Chris sleep in knowing how tired he was from work yesterday, excitement creeping up my bones when I remembered that my mermaid tail was arriving today.

Hearing the doorbell ring sharply at 8am was my calling, signing for it, and bringing it into the living room I quickly opened the gigantic cardboard box it had come in. Dodger wagging his tail beside me as he also anticipated it, or maybe he remembered that I said we would go in the pool today?

Dragging it out I saw the full size of the tail, it’s weight and make showing extremely good quality, no wonder it got hundreds of good reviews. Unable to hold myself any longer I got into bikini underwear, walking outside with my new tail and matching shell bra. Putting on the blue bra first, I sat down and carefully tugged on the tail before securing it around my waist.

Dodger not wasting any time in getting into the pool and splashing about.

“Okay Dodge here I go buddy” I said dropping myself into the pool, the tail weighing me down but not in a bad way. Pulling myself to the edge of the pool, I decided to try and swim to the other side and see how it goes. So on a count of three I was off, flipping the tail as I manoeuvred myself across the pool with ease, sure it tired the hell out of my core and legs but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Again and again I swam lengths with the tail, only stopping when I heard Chris calling out for me from the glass doors of our house.

“Babe what’re ya doin in the pool this early?” He asked with a bright smile on his face, with nothing but a pair of swim shorts on, his bed hair still rocking his head.

He walked over and bent down to the edge of the pool, caught in surprise when I leant up and kissed him cheekily. His hand coming up to rub my head softly.

“Chris look, you gotta see this” I squealed throwing myself backwards to show off my newly acquired taste for scales, his face dropping in shock as be watched me swim back over to him.

“Wh- When- Ya know what never-mind, I love it baby. Got me my own siren huh?”

“Mhm, gonna sing to seduce you n everything”

“Oh baby you know I love you, but you know you can’t sing” He joked coming into the pool beside me,

“Plus if you wanna seduce me, all ya gotta do is this” He said with his hand reaching up to my face and pulling my pouting lips up into a smile, “oh and this” He joked, his hand coming up behind me to unclip my bra and steal it from me.

“You’re so annoying”

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Under A Rest: Part II

literotica | mcstories

The good doctor threw her head over her shoulder and peered into her boudoir mirror, her long, auburn locks tumbling down her back. She examined her ample backside through her lavender silk chemise—the star of her lingerie collection. Its construction accentuated her silhouette, the hem falling right at her upper thighs, just barely indecent for public wear. It was simple, not too many frills, yet with an otherworldly slinkiness. Certain to raise an eyebrow, but not too outlandish a garment in which to lounge about the house alone.

In other words, perfect for the occasion.

Doctor Angelos sprayed a light lavender fragrance and re-tousled her hair, anxiously awaiting a doorbell. He had said tonight, hadn’t he? She padded to her spacious living room and flopped down on her much-too-large sectional, flipping the television on and making herself comfortable. She’d just decided to tolerate some dry documentary about the Napoleonic Wars when the doorbell rang.

Her heart skipped a beat as she shot up to answer, which took her aback. Was she always this excited to see her subjects? Running through her mental checklist, she took a deep breath and peered through the door’s peephole, indeed seeing in fisheye view a head of thick, wiry black hair, idly glancing down at his cell phone, sheets of rain falling behind him.

The doctor was well aware that this was a decidedly risky endeavor, as she often had the advantage of more trust, and more thorough, assured conditioning before making such bold moves. But the detective seemed genuinely and particularly receptive, and the potential payoff was massive. She took a breath and swung open the heavy oak door with aplomb.

“Hello, Detective. Come on in, get yourself out of that cold rain. Hope your evening is going fine.”

Detective Berman considered himself a gentleman of decency and integrity. A lonesome bachelor who seldom felt strong attraction, and thus never quite shook that shyness around those to whom he felt strongly attracted, he preferred not to ogle. But something about this little sprite intrigued him viscerally in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Within a second, his eyes flicked from her head to her toes and back. Her hair, out of the stuffy constraints of its bun, caught his eye, spilling over her shoulders and down her back. He noted, too, how much less to his imagination her current garment left than the conservative ensemble she wore yesterday.

“Thanks, it is. And yours,” he replied, clearing his throat. He removed his muddy, heavy-duty boots in her entryway, trying to keep his head down so as to avoid temptation. She took his coat. “There’s nothing to worry about, as I’ve said. I’m just here to keep you posted and see if you can help us out with a few details. A couple of things we’ve uncovered.”

“Of course, make yourself at home,” she said, noticing his roving eye and relishing it, no matter how brief. But Doctor Angelos had to admit to herself that the detective’s gaze was not the only one that had lingered. She herself took him in, noting that he looked somewhat better-rested, and dare she say more put-together than the previous evening. Hell, she’d even admit the man looked downright handsome. He’d groomed his emerging stubble into a short beard, put product in his hair, chosen his ensemble carefully…was he even wearing aftershave?

She grinned to herself. It’d been a while since she’d truly thrilled while doing in one of her subjects like this. Something about this one felt particularly special.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked. “Water, coffee, tea? I feel like something sweet, myself.”

Something about this one almost made her feel bad for what she was about to do.

The detective cleared his throat, unable to help himself with the lady’s back turned, eyeing her barely-covered behind as she sashayed to the kitchen. “Hm? Oh, none for me, thanks. Is this, um…is this a bad time?”

“A bad time? Not at all. Why do you ask?” she called from the kitchen.

“I always ask,” he called back, slightly too quickly. “I mean, later in the evening is the most convenient time for me, but I’m usually intruding in some way when I drop by at this hour. So I try to show a little courtesy.”

“That’s sweet of you. You’re a very considerate man,” the doctor replied, exiting the kitchen to find the detective awkwardly standing still in the middle of her sizable living room. She snickered.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I don’t know, take a load off. You look a little funny just standing there. Make yourself at home,” she said, gesturing at the couch.

“Oh. Thanks,” he said, gingerly setting himself on the sofa. Of all the spots available, she parked herself next to him, her smooth, bare thigh pressing right against his pant leg. He stared straight at the television.

“I’m very interested in anything you might’ve found. I have all the time to help you, I’m by myself tonight. Hell, I thought you were the pizza man,” she said breezily. “So, yeah. I’m all yours, Detective.”

“Good,” he said, absentmindedly rolling up his shirt sleeves. This lady really liked her rooms warm. “That you can help me, I mean. Hey, this about Napoleon?”

Doctor Angelos eyed his forearms and hands—sinewy, vascular, adorned with ample hair and a simple silver watch—then remembered to glance at the TV.

“Oh, yeah, looks like it. I just had it on to have something on.”

“One of my favorite eras of history. Did you know Napoleon was tone deaf?”

“I’ve heard. I think I also heard that he sang all the time anyway. But I might’ve invented that.”

“No, you’re correct. Deserved exile just for that, honestly,” he said, glancing anxiously at his watch. He’d come prepared tonight—at least, he’d tried to. A few cups of coffee had him plenty alert.

“Can you sing, Detective?”

“What?” he asked dumbly, taken off guard by such a question.

“Can you—”

“I heard, sorry, just. Uh, sort of. I can whistle. I guess I can carry a tune. But I’m not very good.”

“I see,” she said, grinning. “Oh, I love to sing, I find it very relaxing. I’ve always got a melody going in my head that I like to hum to myself. I find it self-soothing. Oddly…restful.”

“I can…I can see why,” he said, suddenly sensing a peculiar disturbance. “I’m sure you have a lovely singing voice. I mean, uh, you have a very mellow speaking voice, so I’m guessing that would translate.”

“Why, thank you. I like to think most people can be taught to sing in some capacity. And the rest of them, well…we need someone to laugh at on karaoke night, don’t we?” she said, biting into her cookie. She stopped, noticing the detective staring straight through her, glassy-eyed and unblinking. “Everything alright?”

“Me? Yeah, of course, sorry. Just had a few cups of coffee.” He mentally scolded himself for his spaciness.

“A few cups? So late?” she asked, interrupting his self-flagellation.

“Duty calls.”

“Well, I just hope that you’re more adequately rested. Did you have a good night’s rest?”

Detective Berman blinked, his mind and body suddenly tingling again.

“Detective?”

“Huh? Oh yes, yes,” he said quickly. “Sorry, jeez. Uh, I got a pretty good night’s sleep, contrary to how I might seem right now. Your little exercise even helped with that.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I often struggle, lying awake and such. I’m, uh, not too good at the whole sleeping thing we’re all supposed to do every night,” he admitted. He paused, noticing what seemed to be a genuine look of understanding on the doctor’s face as she nodded. “But laying in bed, breathing, relaxing each part of the body, that sort of thing. Seems obvious, but it’s helpful.”

“It really is conducive to sleep, I can attest. As you demonstrated yesterday,” she said with a light laugh.

“Yeah, sorry again. I really don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s really nothing out of the ordinary, no need to apologize. As I said yesterday, it’s a very normal response when you’ve abused yourself by not getting enough rest. Now, what do you have for me?”

“Have…I, ah…” he murmured, his mind whirling a bit before settling. “…have this…this bra with me again, you see. Not because I’m a creep who likes carrying it around or anything, but because we’ve located its origins.” Doctor Angelos chuckled.

“I must really be in the mood for sweets tonight,” she said suddenly, finishing her cookie. “Ate this whole thing and I could go for the rest of the package! Usually I just take two bites and leave the rest for later. Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt, what was that about the lingerie?”

Warm, fuzzy TV static cut into the detective’s thoughts. He had something to say, surely, but it was as though the words were all of a sudden snatched from his mouth.

“Um…right,” he muttered, looking down at his lap. “Right, uh…the lingerie. W-we found out that it came from this little boutique down in the Botanical Park Mall. Some French place, La Minette was the name. Have you heard of it?”

“No, can’t say I have. Terribly sorry,” she said quietly, nibbling a stray cookie crumb from the tip of her index finger, allowing it to linger near her smooth, mauve lips. The detective felt his eyes drawn to them as his thoughts scattered. He swallowed with effort.

“Where do you get yours?” he mumbled, with none of his typical pointed precision. His eyes migrated south and now clearly came to rest on the shiny lilac nightgown worn by the woman beside him.

“I’m sorry?”

Detective Berman squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out all distracting stimuli.

“For the sake of elimination, Doctor. This is information we need to complete the picture. From where do you typically purchase your lingerie?”

“Oh. Well, I get mine from Candy Hearts or Lacey’s. Sometimes Nordstrom will have a sale on something decent. Or indecent, depending on what I want. I could really take or leave the rest.”

“...Uh-huh,” he said, furrowing his brow. Despite his initial caffeine buzz, he was beginning to feel that dreaded limp, somnolent feeling again, now coupled with the inevitably rising tides of arousal at her mere suggestion of indecency. He did have other questions, but felt a sneaking suspicion that it was time to leave. Much as it hurt his pride, he realized he simply lacked the mettle. This was beginning to feel like less of an investigative experiment and more like playing with fire.

“Are you alright, Detective? You seem a little distracted tonight. You haven’t got a fever, have you?” she said, gently placing the back of her hand against his forehead. He twitched at her sudden touch, his stomach doing flips. “You do feel a bit warm. Do you have chills? You know, nothing beats an illness like proper nutrition and rest. Lots and lots of rest.”

“...Right. I’m fine, though. I think. I’m just…thinking,” he said, fidgeting with his pant leg in an attempt to snap out of whatever bizarre fog had descended upon him. “Because it…it did appear to us that you, um, had an account at this boutique.”

“Which boutique?”

“The one I just said.”

“I can’t remember the name,” she lied.

“Uh…um…shit. La…La…Jesus, you’re not the only one,” he muttered, mentally scolding himself and sneaking a glance at the evidence bag. What on Earth was going on with him tonight? “Minette, it was. La Minette. Leave it to the French.”

“And what of it?”

“I…” he trailed off, desperately flailing for his train of thought. “…we believe that you had an account there.”

“I did?” she asked innocently.

“You did…or, uh, do, rather. In fact, they sell ones very similar to y-yours,” he stammered, pointing at her slip.

“Ah, this one?” She stood up and twirled, modeling it for him within arm’s reach.

“Precisely,” he uttered. Certainly those glimpses he was getting of her bare buttocks were intentional.

“You like it?” she asked with a girlish grin. He gulped, his face growing hot as his heart raced in his chest. He’d had a few attempts at seduction come his way in his time solving crime, but nothing he couldn’t shut down swiftly and professionally, and absolutely nothing where he felt so powerless, so feeble in its grasp. Usually unflappable, the detective now wore his fluster fully on his sleeve.

“Well, um. I-it’s purple. Looks like a satin material. It’s nice, I guess. As far as that stuff goes.”

The doctor smirked.

“You love it,” she commanded.

“I love it,” he parroted. His eyes widened and he immediately recoiled, clamping his mouth shut.

“Glad you agree! You should see the rest of my collection. Why don’t you come with me, we’ll take a look.”

This was now beyond playing with fire; this was a nightmare come to life. Detective Berman glanced away, raking a hand through his hair. He felt faint.

“Well I would—I-I mean, for the case—but, uh, i-it’s getting late, I don’t want to impose, I’ll just see myself o—”

“But didn’t you have more questions for me?” she asked innocently. “What about the rest of them? You’ve only been here a few minutes.”

“…I, I, I did. I do. But I’ll come back at a later time. A better time. Because now just seems like such a…bad time.”

“What’s so bad about it? I’d just like to answer the rest of your questions.”

With great effort, Detective Berman hoisted himself up unsteadily, Doctor Angelos gazing right up at him with a winsome smile on her face, eyes sparkling. She placed a hand on his arm. By now his head was positively swimming.

“Th-the rest of my questions?” he repeated dully.

“Yes, that’s what I said,” she cooed with a small laugh. “I want to hear all the rest of them.”

“Uh…I can j—”

“Have a seat, Detective.” Immediately he descended back down onto the sofa, his increasing lack of control driving him mad. His mind and gut twisted in panic, his breathing now rapid and ragged, all of which he could only spectate. He could’ve sworn there was no grandfather clock in sight and yet still he could hear that dreaded thing commandeering his thoughts; ticking, tocking, ticking, tocking…

“You look anxious, you know,” she said, voice dripping with maternal concern. “In fact, you’ve looked so very anxious ever since you walked in, and it looks like more than just coffee. Whatever is the matter?”

“Matter? Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Relaaax,” she said softly, drawing out the word. He shivered, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Breathe, just like I taught you.”

Nearly hyperventilating, his breathing automatically began to slow upon her instruction.

“Look at me. Breathe. Good. Nothing to worry about. That’s right, that’s wonderful, just like we practiced. Relax. In…aaand out. Rest, now.”

As she leaned in, her round, honeydew eyes seemed to occupy his entire field of vision, magnifying her speech. A sense of frisson crackled throughout his skin, his jaw slackening, the world surrounding him seeming to melt just as it did in that waiting room.

“Uh, didn’t…aren’tcha…expecting someone?” he eked out, his words a deep, drowsy slur. She quirked a brow.

“Expecting? Who?”

“D-din’tcha order pizza? Pizza guy?”

“Oh, Detective!” she tittered, running a hand down his face, which now wore a delectable look of confused, barely-aware embarrassment. “You’re precious. Maybe you do need to get some rest, mm? Rest for me. Rest deeply.”

A warm, heavy sensation bloomed in his gut, hitting him like a wall. His muscles relaxed completely, welcoming the familiar looseness.

Distantly in Detective Berman’s mind, it all clicked. Rest—that was the word she’d planted. Each time she said it, little by little he felt more and more of his energy drain, more of his thoughts scramble and slip away. He knew there had to be some sort of trigger word, but for the life of him he couldn’t make the connection until just then.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. The previous night he’d tried, really tried, to listen to his recording of their conversation. Surely if he did, he’d know what the hell happened, glean more information about her process. But it was so late, and he was so tired—at least, that’s what he’d figured—that his efforts unfortunately proved fruitless.

He’d stumbled through his front door past midnight, having turned their interaction around in his head for hours. He’d felt so distant, somewhat entranced, but he’d easily waved it off as the sleep-deprived delirium that occasionally plagued him when he pushed his body’s limits. But it became abundantly clear that she’d done some sort of handiwork when, upon donning earphones and pressing play at his desk at home, he’d woken up cheek-down in a puddle of his own drool an hour later, with very little memory to speak of the recording. He made another attempt later that night by playing it as he showered, only to be jolted out of his trance by needles of ice. He’d stood there blankly and contentedly leaning against the tile for so long that the hot water had run plumb out.

There was one more attempt made while laying in bed, although at that point even he’d predicted that to be a futile effort.

It had grown into a competition of sorts in which he was determined to beat that recording, make it through to its end, and if only he could listen to it one more time, that would be the time he could make it through and find something useful. But each and every time her voice snaked its way into his head, its words massaged his mind, loosened his body, slowed his thoughts, and the next thing he knew he was blearily opening his eyes. Each and every time his defeat was quicker, yet his desire to try again stronger—a vicious cycle of vexing relaxation.

And so it had gone, he realized as he awoke that morning, tangled in his earphone and charging cables—and with his hand down his boxers, at full mast thanks to that low, sultry voice of hers, which he…did have to admit aroused him to a certain degree.

He’d slept very peacefully, a welcome change of pace from his normal fitful attempts, but he could no longer stifle the creeping realization that not only was he getting nowhere with that recording, deep down he was beginning to not particularly mind. In fact, it was as though he wanted to go absolutely nowhere at all. Such a sensation was so foreign to him, yet so overwhelmingly euphoric, that he felt frustrated, disarmed by how difficult it was for him to fight, despite knowing and anticipating the outcome.

That was all well and truly aside from his budding infatuation with the wielder of that power, a pesky feeling that had reared its head for the first time in too many years. It took a mighty force to shake his concentration from an investigation, and this was one impossible to ignore. What truly turned his stomach was that as he began to feel her power, bizarre as it was, his morbid curiosity as to the methods behind her madness, and in turn his desire for absolutely nowhere, only grew.

Even as he felt the increasing heat of the sun to which he now flew so dangerously close.

Thus, in spite of every fiber of his better judgement, he’d found his legs marching him to her doorstep on that rainy Friday evening. With a bit too much cream in his hair. And a new tie. And the expensive aftershave his sister had given him for Christmas last year.

With no call for backup.

“Toooooo much coffee today, huh?” the doctor asked. She was curled up next to him now, much closer, lazily toying with a lock of his hair. He snapped back to reality, realizing only then that she’d been speaking to him amid his daydream.

“Mm? Oh, I, I…I try to come prepared,” he mumbled.

“Operative word being try,” she said, tone melodic, bordering on taunting. His face grew hotter at both her insinuation and the fact that he was close enough to feel her breath tickling his ear. “A few coffees can’t undo years of mistreating the mind and body, Detective. Coffee just blocks up all the parts of your brain that tell you that you need to rest. It’s a ruse. It doesn’t eliminate the physiological need. All that tension, all that pent up frustration, all those sleepless nights, all deeply entrenched in your body. They don’t just go away. They all catch up with you. You are always going to want to rest for me.”

His eyes fluttered, his body limp; another wave of that warm, euphoric heaviness spread throughout his body. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then again. And again.

Why was she being so tender toward him? He’d never felt anything like this before in his life, not even close. He wasn’t being paid enough to resist transcendence.

“Your eyes look so heavy. Almost like they want to close.”

He furrowed his brow. They did want to close, very badly, and she knew it, and she was exploiting it for all she’d got. She gently removed his glasses, then migrated her kisses southward from his cheek down to his neck, her hands now roaming his body. His eyes rolled back again for a second as he released a small and completely involuntary noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

“I dunno if…” he trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut again in order to reclaim his train of thought, mind and body utterly leaden. “Ugh. I don’t think that’s…I don’t think…”

“That’s quite alright, I can do that for you for the time being,” she breathed, loosening his tie and undoing the top buttons of his shirt. The detective forced his eyes open again, suddenly shaken by the intrusive thought that perhaps her idea wasn’t so bad. He opened his mouth to say something, to utter one final, tiny plea, but his opposition was promptly silenced by her lips upon his. His mind scorched, naught but mere heat.

“You’re so stressed…overworked…constantly traumatized,” she whispered practically into his mouth. “Thanklessly burdened by the worst society has to offer. I think letting all your troubles and stresses and worries evaporate with a nice little rest would do you so much good.”

At this, his eyelids finally slipped closed, accompanied by a shuddery sigh.

“Feels so good to rest and obey, doesn’t it?”

He couldn’t speak, only vocalize in the affirmative. Truly, it did; truly, he’d never felt any sensation quite so loose, so liberating, all his stress and worries going up in smoke upon command as this lovely woman removed his shirt.

Hypnotherapy. What a concept.

“Feels so good to not have to worry about anything. Feels wonderful to hear my commands and obey each and every one, doesn’t it, Michael? Rest deeper, now…that’s a good boy. So good. So good for me.”

Had he at any point given her his first name? He couldn’t recall now, but it was rapidly seeming more and more as though it didn’t really matter. His name sounded exquisite on her tongue, and she’d commended him on a job well done, and truly that was all that mattered.

“I want you to hold as still as you can for me, Michael, just for a bit.” Immediately, he fused to the sofa. Feeling movement in his lap, the detective managed to just barely crack open his eyelids, only to find this warm, beautiful nymph so very close to him now, straddling him, silky nightgown straps hanging from her soft, rounded shoulders, her shining, lime-green gaze trained right on him.

“Michael,” she repeated gently with the most gorgeous grin, again idly tracing a hand down his cheek. He must have died and gone to heaven. “You know, I find that a fitting name for you.”

“Mm?”

“Oh, you’re not the only one who can sleuth,” she said coyly. She’d dug up all she could find on him, though it wasn’t much. “It’s a very nice name, I think. Biblical, strong. Imbued with greatness. In fact, I like it so much that I’m going to hold onto it for now, and you won’t remember it until I tell you you may, no matter how hard you try. Isn’t that right?”

“uh-huh.”

“So tell me, what is your name?”

Detective Berman’s eyes slid closed again, posing his lips to say the obvious as she leaned up against him, continuing to work her fingertips into his scalp as she pressed her body against his. His head fell back against the sofa. Clearly he had a name; he’d just heard it. But it was as though it were just on the tip of his tongue, unable to come out.

“…uhh…know this one…”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Hm, what’s that?” she asked, feeling his sizable hardness poking her through his trousers. “Wow, all that just from some kissing and touching. I figured you were single, but not that single.”

“…ouch,” he croaked quietly. She laughed and pressed her forehead against his. His heart stopped.

“I’m just more surprised than anything. A man like you, single. Not even divorced, at least not that I could find. Just innocently married to his work. Aren’t you adorable. Hey, I thought I told you to stay still,” she teased, pawing his bulge. Highly sensitive, he jerked at the sensation.

A part of him fumed at being silenced and manipulated by this wicked technique, whatever it was. But merely talking, keeping his eyes open, and maintaining a rational train of thought were titanic efforts that truly seemed not worth doing at the moment. It was so much easier and infinitely nicer to just relax and let go. Besides, she’d allowed him to; she’d told him he needed it. And something about her was so terrific at putting his mind at ease.

“Darling,” she continued in between affectionate kisses down his hirsute, exposed chest. “Why are you here?”

“umm…” he rumbled, his voice confused gravel. “…mm…”

It’d been so long since he’d been touched like this. It’d been so long since he’d been addressed as “darling”, let alone so softly, so truly. Hearing it addressed to him in her voice felt absurdly wonderful. Warm sunlight after rain.

And so abruptly silenced was the part of him that fumed.

“…see you…”

“Ah,” she said while looking up at him, her fingertips lightly tracing his rounded chin. “And why are you here to see me? We only met just yesterday, after all.”

“…dunno…” he breathed, nearly inaudible. Of course he knew; it was all there. All right behind a giant padlocked door, with a giggling, beguiling little jade-eyed pixie taunting him with the key.

“Because you wanted to admire me, didn’t you? You only came here because you can’t resist me. Isn’t that right?” she whispered into his ear, thrilling and delighting in the clear effect her mere voice was having on this man.

He’d make a very special addition to her veritable pantheon of playthings. The doctor liked to have fun with her patients from time to time, especially when they had something to offer her. For some reason, this one was beginning to feel like quite a lot of fun. Nearly enough fun all on his own.

“mm…need to see you.”

“Need to touch me,” she asserted. His sturdy, work-worn hands snaked upwards, calluses scratching against the delicate fabric of her slip. Surrounding her waist, he basked in the sensation, his fingers sinking into her soft curves just like that Bernini statuette on her desk.

“need to touch you.”

“Very good. Very, very good,” Doctor Angelos whispered, slowly easing into the detective’s lips. He reciprocated, languid at first, then with a growing, unexpected fervor, intensifying the exchange.

“You want me,” she whispered in between kisses.

“want you,” he uttered back. She tasted like chocolate.

“See? Oh, I knew you’d be excellent. Deeper, now.” Steadily grinding against his groin, she undid his belt. “I think you’d feel wonderful if you acted in accordance with any desire you may or may not currently feel towards me. And further so if you remove this slip of mine. Careful, now. It was expensive.”

Without hesitation, he began pulling off her nightie. Doctor Angelos ran her hands along the detective’s wooly chest and stomach, pleased with his soft, yet strong build—one that clearly enjoyed both physical activity and sweets.

She noted in fascination that for a subject hypnotized so deeply for the first time, he was rather involved. He’d begun gently kissing her neck, his short beard scratching against her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine. Cupping and massaging her modest but full breasts, he abruptly placed a nipple in his mouth. She stifled a moan. He began to suck, biting ever so gently.

All stifling attempts went out the window.

It wasn’t as though she were complaining. She was more than aroused. He was very clearly entranced by every metric. Everything seemed perfect. But a bolt of suspicion coursed through her. His psyche had been tougher to crack than she’d expected, outlasting all of the others. She was originally going to allow him home tonight, but that simply wouldn’t do; he’d retained entirely too much agency and the stakes were far too high. This man needed thorough treatment.

Detective Berman moved south, trailing kisses down her bare stomach as he cradled her strong thighs in his hands. Simply feeling so much of her skin against his at once was overwhelming after spending years starved of touch, let alone such intimate holding and devouring. He’d perish at this rate.

It seemed that the doctor could sense this and reached over to retrieve something from the corner table. He felt her unzip his pants and retrieve his cock, sturdy and veined and throbbing, playing with it, teasing it until it drooled, begging to be ravaged. His breath quickened as he felt her roll protection onto him, settle atop him, and slowly begin riding, the sensation of being inside of her nearly making him swoon.

She leaned against him, expertly and rhythmically bucking her hips, greatly enjoying the soft, flushed smiles of rapturous abandon on the face of a man who had until that point remained largely stoic. His breath hastened as he pumped with urgency, allowing sounds he’d never dare make escape his mouth, feeling her bearing down, hot and wet and unyielding on all sides of him.

“In and out,” she huffed in between breaths. “Very good, Detective. Very, very good.”

Doctor Angelos almost never finished when toying with her conquests—she either didn’t feel sufficient pleasure, or could control herself with ease—but now found herself strangely and overwhelmingly precipitous with each powerful thrust that filled her, hitting all the right spots over and over, setting tens of thousands of nerve endings alight. Throwing caution to the wind, she let go and embraced the sensations, gasping, letting wave after wave of uninhibited pleasure course through her.

Soon after, the detective, in far and away the best orgasm of his life, burst inside of her, trembling, crumpling into the couch a sweaty, heaving, brainless mess. The doctor leaned forward and held him, rocking him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Post-coitus, after all, was a time ripe for sowing.

“I want you to remember this pleasure, this peace, this serenity when you think of me. When you focus on your breathing, you’ll think of me, and when you think of me, you’ll be filled with these feelings. You’ll remember how wonderful you felt. Let yourself feel. Let yourself be overcome.”

He could only whimper, collapsing limply against her shoulder.

“There, there, darling,” she whispered, rubbing his back. “Come here.”

They sat like that for a little while, bathed in the comfortably dim light of the lamp and the flickering happenings of Napoleon’s exile on the television. The detective suddenly mumbled something she couldn’t quite understand. She positioned him in front of her.

“What’s that, dear?”

“my name…gimme my name…”

“Why should I?”

His expression, eyes still cemented shut, turned to a weak pout, the man vaguely sad about lacking his name.

“need it…” he muttered. Doctor Angelos rolled her eyes.

“Pet,” she whispered back, continuing to rub his back.

It was the last word he heard before his world slipped away.

* * *

Detective Berman’s eyes opened some time later in a comfortable position in a comfortable bed. Bright Saturday morning sunlight streamed through an open window, birds chirping, a warm breeze ruffling his hair. The rain was gone.

His eyes darted to the space next to him in the bed—empty—then the nightstand, on top of which he found his glasses and his clothes neatly folded.

Surely his name wasn’t actually “Pet”, but it was about all he could conjure and it was rather concerning. Frantically, he dug through his pockets and found his badge.

Michael J. Berman. That…rang true on some level, albeit not as confidently as he would’ve liked. Trying to rearrange the salad that was his brain, he sat up in bed, laboriously retracing his steps.

He’d come over to Doctor Angelos’ house as per her consent in order to continue investigating this case he’d been assigned to, he was pretty sure. He’d asked her a few questions, watched her bat her eyelashes for a bit in a sexy nightgown, she’d started playing with his hair and telling him how much he could use a good rest, and, well, she was right, after all, so his eyelids started closing, and then…

His stomach sank. It sank not only at her consummate control of him, or at their night of passion, or at how weak he’d been for the only time in his entire career. It was how thoroughly he’d enjoyed it all, how his loins ached to do it all again. Such an egregious breach of professionalism that he would not have considered in his wildest dreams. He’d loved it. He’d do it again in a heartbeat.

But it could not continue.

The bedroom door opened then, and there stood a glowing woman with a steaming cup of coffee. An absolutely radiant woman who was certainly a murderer and with whom he’d certainly had sex the previous night.

Hell, he could hardly remember the last time he’d had sex with anybody. It just hadn’t seemed all that important…or so he’d thought. But perhaps that was why the detective sat there in his prime suspect’s bed, once again feeling panic welling in his gut.

“Good morning, my pet,” she crooned. “How are you?”

Instantly, he calmed.

“I’m, uh…well, here, Madam,” he said, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. Since when had he started calling her that?

“Oh, that I know. But what’s going on in here?” she asked, patting his head. “Did you get a good night’s rest?” On autopilot, he leaned his head into her overwhelmingly soothing touch, his lips forming a small, tired grin.

“All thanks to you, Madam. I don’t remember the last time I slept so well.”

“Well, you needed it, darling, clearly,” she said, her hand sliding down his face and resting upon his cheek. “Here, I made you some coffee.”

“Hey, that ought to get me up and about,” he said, placing the cup to his lips. The coffee was black, just the way he liked it, but he was struck with a deep-seated hesitance about downing it blindly. He did have to get out of there as soon as possible, after all. But no matter, surely he was being irrational. He took one sip at first, then upon tasting nothing amiss, downed the cup in a single gulp.

“Indeed, it will,” she said. The detective blinked.

“Strong stuff. Uh…thank you for your hospitality, but I have really got to get going.”

“Already? Why don’t you stay a bit?”

“Well…” he started, before closing his mouth. Detective Berman suddenly realized his ability to think had plummeted in her presence. His brain, usually roaring on all cylinders, felt like it was sputtering along at half the speed. Now he barely had the mental capacity required to think straight, let alone bluff with any of his usual finesse.

“Tell you the truth, I’m a little afraid,” he said with a short, dry laugh.

This came as a surprise to the doctor. “What do you mean, a little afraid?”

“Madam,” he said candidly. “Why else would you have done this to me?”

“Done what to you?” she asked, her stomach tightening. He raised an eyebrow at her, head tilted downwards.

“Look, if you can pull…whatever this is…off on me the way you did, I can’t imagine who else you’ve got under your thumb. Maybe the Pope. Because the truth is, really…I don’t think I stood a chance. I don’t think James Walter stood a chance. I can hardly even look you in the eye…” He paused, scratching his head. “Not just because of what you’ve done to me…but because I go moon-eyed, slack-jawed, the whole nine y—h-hey, what’re you…ohh,” he uttered suddenly, the woman now at his bedside carefully kneading his left foot. “What’s that for?”

“Being a good pet.”

“Thank you, Madam…um…where was I…ugh, see what I mean, this is exactly what I’m talking about, this, this thing you do. Just terrible.”

“Terrible?” she repeated, her eyebrow now raised.

“In the biblical sense, I mean, as in you terrify the hell out of me. Because really, I think, given enough time, and the right circumstances, you…God, that’s good…I…um…I think you could make just about anyone do…just about anything you wanted.”

The doctor took a lengthy pause.

“You know,” she said evenly. “You really are a very sharp man. Very, very sharp. It’d be easier for me to appreciate that mind of yours if it didn’t suspect me of something as heinous as murder. Nonetheless, you continue to impress me.”

“I try,” he murmured without thinking, prompting a grin from her. Without warning, she got up and snaked her arms around him again. Equally without warning, and despite himself, he exhaled contentedly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She felt his body stiffen, then relax in her embrace.

“You are killing me,” he grumbled in complete seriousness.

“Oh?”

“I don’t know that I’ve ever felt like this in my life.”

“Really? I’m sure there have been lots of times. What about the rest of them?”

“Please,” he said, voice smaller. He put a limp hand up. “Please. N-not that word again.” She chuckled, by now unsurprised that he’d figured it out.

“Unfortunately, my dear, knowing does not stop you from feeling.”

“Believe me, I’ve become very aware of that,” he murmured, feeling his lips loosening mid-sentence. Oddly, his eyelids, fresh and awake only a minute ago, had begun to droop. He tried to move, only to find that unlike the entirely mental relaxation of her trances, his muscles on the physical level were well and truly not cooperating. It dawned on him that once again the dear, sweet woman cradling him had been one step ahead of him—he was surely told at some point to accept that coffee, which very obviously contained a strong drug that had begun spreading through his body. Maybe if he forced his eyes open he’d be able to ride it out, Ambien style.

But his eyes began to mist. The room began to spin. His lips formed a weak smile.

“Madam?” he said, cadence almost childlike.

“Yes, my dear?”

“I…I can’t really move.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart, that’s normal. You’re completely safe with me,” the doctor said reassuringly, tucking him in and rising from the edge of the bed.

The detective found it far easier to believe her than to resist at this point. He felt a heavy pair of headphones placed upon his crown and a sweet, tiny kiss upon his forehead. The room around him began to fade and twinkle.

“Goodnight, Pet. Rest well,” the doctor said. She drew the blackout drapes and left the room.

Waves of medicated languor washed over him, his mind painting colorful, dancing patterns in his vision in the absence of visual stimuli. The room was so dark and his thoughts so disoriented that he couldn’t tell whether his eyes had closed. So much for that plan.

Suddenly, her voice in stunning quality filled his senses, all of his prior thoughts and concerns washing away.

Hello, there. If you’re hearing this, you are well on your way to the time of your life.

* * *

The detective awoke some time later—it was impossible to know exactly when, just that the drapes were open and it was dark out—feeling as though he’d been hit by a truck. Whereas his previous awakening had been natural and pleasant, he awoke then stiff, incredibly groggy, tongue sandpaper. Whereas his previous awakening allowed for normal, albeit slowed thought, his mind now felt well and truly vacant, completely placid except for simple notions of his mistress. Not a twitch of worry found him. He simply shifted his position and took a sip of the water on the nightstand before settling back into that very comfortable bed. Surely she’d be back soon to tell him what to do. He loved when she did that.

Like clockwork, the door creaked open, a sliver of yellow light illuminating the bed. The man squinted into the light, smiling sleepily.

#hypnokink #malesub #brainwashing #mind control #mind conditioning #somno #soft cnc #smut

[unlockcharmz]

The First kiss: A Return to My Seven-Year-Old Self

I find myself daydreaming about the first time I ever kissed while I get ready for my impending date with a guy who has won my heart. When it happened, I was only 7 years old and had no idea how complicated love and relationships could be. As I go out on this new adventure, join me as I delve into the nostalgic recollections of that carefree moment and how it has influenced the way I view love.

Today I was asked if I was ready to kiss again because I haven't been dating in a while by Rikardi, my business partner and friend, while we were out for a stroll in the afternoon. I admitted to her that I was anxious because I hadn't kissed a boy I really, really like since I was seven years old.

It feels like yesterday in my memory. It was Saturday on a late afternoon. My mother was invited to a barbeque and it's an obvious I tagged along. While the adults sat outside by the fire drinking adult beverages, we were playing hide and seek inside the house.

Our laughter echoed through the hallway of the small mansion as we chased each other around. Little did I know that this playful day would mark a significant milestone in my life.

Among the giggles and excitement, a cute boy named Christain caught my attention. He is the son of my mother's close friends who are the owner of the house, and his big, curious eyes drew me in. Something about him felt different, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart whenever he was around. I just wanted to be around him.

It was Christain's sister's turn to count, so we had to conceal as the sun set and the corridor grew darker. My heart skipped a beat as I enthusiastically agreed to Christian's request for me to conceal with him. We sat facing each other, in a shadowy area beneath Christian father's study table, with the air thick with expectancy.

The minutes appeared to pass more slowly as we silently laughed and exchanged sincere glances. My lips were gently kissed by Christain as he leaned forward. His gentle lips resting against mine, and the flurry of feelings that erupted inside of me, are both things I can still clearly recall.

In that fleeting instant, I realized the power of connection and the beauty of shared affection.

As I prepare for my date with a guy who has rekindled those long-lost feelings, I can't help but reflect on the innocence and simplicity of that first kiss at the tender age of 7. It serves as a reminder that love has the power to transport us back to a time when everything felt magical and unencumbered by the weight of the world.

Now, as I set out on this new journey, I am fueled by excitement by the fond recollections of my first kiss, which I carry with me. I move into the unknown with a heart full of hope and a mind buzzing with anticipation, prepared to create new experiences that will shape my perception of love and leave a permanent imprint on my soul.

And if you're wondering what happened to Christian and my sweet romance, it didn't develop into something amazing. Christian started to bully me in high school. That's a topic for another blog post.

#first kiss

[markzari]

SHOELACES | H.R.J

PAIRING | School au! Renjun x reader

SYNOPSIS | Renjun finally can confess and you let out your feelings

WC | 1.4k

WARNINGS | Angst? mostly just fluff.

A.N | I am finally making a post, it isn't too long. I know its shitty...

MARKZARI ©

Beom Narae is a girl who has many friends and is still in high school. 

Her closes friend that she has known for the longest is named Jeong Miyoung. 

They could be considered sisters in some eyes , They were never apart or should could never be Taken apart. 

One had a crush on the other but that person never noticed.

NARAE POV-

"Hey, I'm on my way to miyoung's house, this better work." Here I was, on a call listening to my older brother. He knew I liked her since he was only person I ever told. 

He thought It was a good Idea to ask her to prom as a 'joke' and so we could as 'friends' since we had no one else, or so I thought. "Bye, I'm going in. Love you" I said as I hung up.

I knew her code so I typed it in.

I opened the door with the envelope in my hand and I wish I never did. She was making out with choi minho, the most popular guy in school. 

My heart dropped as she gasped and pushed him off " I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner.." She said looking down. 

I forced a low smile and shook my head "It's fine. I'll just leave.." She was about to talk but I already walked out the door.

I let out a huge sigh "why do I have to be like this.." I chuckle to myself as my eyes water, "I just want to be like everyone else."

I crumbled the envelope in my hand "I guess i'll go alone."

-

I arrived home and I slammed my apartment door. I lived alone with my dog and cat since my parents and brother are still in my home town, japan.

I see them running towards me "aww so cute, did you two miss me?" I laugh and he barked and she purred. 

her name is star and his name is asteroid. when I named them, I was into the galaxy a lot.

I drop my bags on my couch as I walk to my room. I do my night routine and soon fall onto my bed. 

I groan in pain from my back but soon I get comfy and drift off to sleep.

- 

I wake up as I stretch and turn off my alarm. I let out a yawn and let out my anger as I remember yesterday. 

"why did I not knock first." I huffed and got ready and put on my uniform.

I put food in their animal bowls and put bred in the toaster  "Alright cuties, I be back around the same time, If its delayed then I'll call someone over. Ok?" 

They both tilted there heads and I smiled. I walked out the door as I grabbed my toast with jam and butter and ran to my car.

-

I locked and hopped out the car. I saw students entering as I dashed to the door I was almost late.  The hall was pretty crowded  I didn't notice my Shoelace was untied. I tripped as someone caught me. 

"Don't forget to tie your shoelaces,love. I wouldn't want you falling for someone else"

I looked up and mumbled under my breath 'why is he here?'. He scoffed "Why are you acting like this, hmm?" He asked lifting up my chin. 

I bit my lip to hold back tears as I remember "I guess your not in a flirty mood." He said letting his hand rise to my hair.

He combed through my hair which calmed me down. "What happened now?"

He kissed the spot near my lip and smirked

I groaned and pushed him back

"Your so annoying."

He laughed

"You wanna skip class?" He asked with a slight smirk still on his face.

"Fine." I said grabbing his arm

We sneaked out of school and walked down the street.

"You wanna know why I was sad or should I say, rude?" I asked as he laughed and slowly nodded 

"Well I've never told anyone this but a few years ago I found out that I was bisexual. I liked females and males, I just couldn't own up to it. Until I met miyoung, she changed my life. I loved her so much, but..." 

I stopped talking as tear's flowed down my face and I felt like I was getting my heart broken again.

"She doesn't seem to look at me that why, she looks at me like a sister. I even saw her kissing Minho." I finally broke down completely.

He crushed me into his arms and let me cry my eyes out. 

After a few minutes I calmed down and soon drifted to sleep in his arms. -

I woke up on his chest, I looked around and it was his room. 

I yawned and saw that he was still sleeping. I looked for my phone and grabbed it from out of my bag and took a photo. 

I laughed to myself and curl back into his arms.

I stare at him, peacefully sleeping. I brush my hands through his hair as I smile "You are the best person I've ever had in my life. You know how to help me even when i'm sad,depressed, or ignorant." I laugh to myself.

"I love you for that. Thank you Renjun. I don't know what I could do without you."  I said as more tears went out of my eyes. 

I sniffed and stepped up from the bed until a grip pulled me back down.

"I love you too, Narae." He whispered in my ear as I felt something soft on my lips. I felt like my life was complete. He was the missing puzzle that I needed.

I kissed him back and we slowly broke apart. we stared at each other for awhile until we burst out into laughter. 

We went back to cuddling, "Does this mean that we are dating?" I asked as he nodded, I looked at the time and soon realized that we skipped some periods and It was almost lunch time. 

"OH SHIT!" I push him off and grab my jacket from off the chair. "GET UP YOU DUMB FUCK! WE HAVE SCHOOL!" I yelled to him as I saw a panic on his face. 

he darted to the bathroom and I ran to his car.

I even left my car at the school. After 5 minutes, I saw him coming into the car. He hopped in the driver's seat and let out a huge amount of air. "Alright, let's go. Buckle up." I buckled my seat belt as he started driving.

We made it back to school and ran through the back door of the building. 

luckily the bell rang just on time, students started leaving the classrooms and making there way to the cafeteria. We walked down the hall.

We made it to lunch in time. I saw Miyoung with Minho and groaned. There was no way I was going to sit there as a third wheel. 

It would be too awkward. So I sat down with Renjun with the other dream members. "hey" I said simply siting between Haechan and Renjun. Everyone was surprised that I wasn't with miyoung today.

"Oh, she is with her boyfriend over there. I felt like it would be awkward." I said to them, The all nodded in agreement "So, what's going on between you two?" Asked Haechan as he saw Renjun's hand on my leg. I look down "OOH, that's why your asking that.." I laughed out.

"We are dating." Renjun said shamelessly, eating his food. Everyone's jaw dropped. "HUH?" Jeno yelled, I laughed even harder. "well prom is in three days.." I said staring at everyone "So, I need to find a dress." Renjun stared at me since he forgot. He groaned.

"we can get that later." He said rubbing my leg. I nodded in agreement. "Anyway, where have you two been?" Jaemin asked. 

Me and Renjun stared at each other. "That's a long story.." We said at the same time.

-

MARKZARI ©

#renjun imagines #renjun #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #kpop imagines #nct x reader #renjun x reader

[millennialneopian]

Friday, April 29, 2022

No more Festival of Neggs! Man, what a regular source of newness. I didn’t do too much yesterday; I was fucking wiped from work. No FC wins and skipping today’s sets. I’ve already found a bunch of small wins of things I’ve never seen before from my dailies: a Leaded Earth Vial, a Petpetpet Farm, the Relaxing Shenkuu Rock Garden. I’m hesitant to snapshot everything because then nothing is special. But I am definitely looking up most things on JN to determine if I scored. XD

I did land on the potion spot on the Wheel of Excitement! Hell y...

Oh.

Well, thinking I was going to win a morphing potion put me in the frame of mind to get one.

I never knew that it says “dull, ordinary Neopet.” Pfft. And when you give a pet a potion...

... he’ll inevitably want a paintbrush. Fucking goals, baby!

I genuinely didn’t realize that Baby (and, I think, like Maraquan and Darigan) are still limited in customizations in similar ways to UC. I wanted to dress this lil boy as Ness from Earthbound, but I can’t! Maybe one day.

Snagglefang will be getting a makeover as well, but my wallet needs to cool off for a moment.

Faerie Quests Fortune Cookie - 3/9

The dang Water Faerie looks too similar to the Fountain Faerie! An increase of defense for the little fighting baby above.

Neoquest

Still dicking around the Palace of Two Rings. I’m currently at level 48 just trying to peak at 50 before I head towards the end. Maybe I beat it this weekend? I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. I have an older version of Firefox with Flash enabled; if I actually remember to do that, I can start messing around with the Flash games again...

ZYDP

I don’t know why this is such a focal point for me. I just think it’s neat. I’m fully aware that undoubtedly most of the people listing their dream pets on that directory can very easily afford to get that pet, especially the ones that aren’t lab ray-exclusive. I don’t know! It’s nice to do stuff for others, further emphasized by the jabronis listing that retired Mystery Pic stamp for a cool 200 million. Like, it’s fake currency. You are king in the fake online pet land. Congratulations. I think what’s a little frustrating is the artificiality of it all. TNT could very easily be assholes / heroes and just duplicate the ever-loving fuck out of that stamp and completely tank the inflation on it, never mind all of the other items. In 2022 when people are collectively working together offline to corner the Neopets market for rare items - which could have been happening in 2001 but I’m highly skeptical that it was happening in such volumes (or, rather, sheer percentages of the overall user base) - would it not just make sense to, I don’t know, tamp down on that? Where’s the harm in making the game more enjoyable for the folks who are casual? They could even spin it like, “The Post Office recently discovered a giant safe in the back storeroom, housing hundreds of thousands of retired stamps! And a stray wind caught all of them and are blowing them around Neopia!”

I don’t know. Am I overthinking it? Maybe. Am I upset? I don’t even know that, either. I think a lot of folks on there need to go touch some grass. My little heart won’t break if I never complete my stamp album, because it’s not real. It’s an escape from reality that is sadly shaping itself very similarly. Hell, I know there are really good people still playing, and I guess the fucking ending to this story is that I want to be one of those people.

We’ll see what those zaps bring tomorrow!

#neopets

[keichan]

Firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A collections of firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/N: 

I’ve had the idea of this story in my drafts forever now, but I sat down yesterday and finally brought it to life! I have never wrote for Sakusa before, but I hope that you guys enjoy my personification of him!

word count: 7.2k!

warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?

Please interact with this story! I’m restarting my blog back up and I lost a lot of moots! Send me asks and whatnot!

The first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he silently strolled down the hallway in elementary school. He had a blank stare at all times. Never strayed too close to any of the other children. A gloomy looking child that you did not particularly want to approach. His hands remained glued to his side and looked to be sulking. He blended into the crowd but if you paid enough attention, he barely stood out. He crossed your mind for the slightest second before you were sucked back into conversation with your friends.

-

The first time you heard his voice was when he was talking to another boy in your grade level. Who you found out was his cousin. Their interaction was quiet and somewhat dull. His cousin, Motoya, asked if he wanted to go to an after school activity with him. Sakusa nodded briefly and said “sure”. His voice was quiet and bored. You wondered as you walked past the boys what they were talking about, however, you were quickly distracted yet again and proceeded to move forward without a second thought.

-

The first interaction between the two of you was your third year of middle school. Sakusa Kiyoomi was nothing but a background character in your life. You ever so often saw him since the two of you were in different classes. However, you shared a class with Motoya so it wasn’t too rare to see the boy. 

You walked out of class upon dismissal, but hung around campus with your friends, knowing that your parents were at work and it was redundant to return so early. It was an unanimous decision to go to the convenience store outside of campus to grab a quick bite with the chore money that took a few weeks to rack up.

Walking outside of the gym a volleyball rolled to your feet. You picked it up before looking to your right to see who it belonged to. Sakusa Kiyoomi walked calmly over to you with his  hands  at  his side.  There was no one else in the gym. He was playing by himself.

He came to a halt, looking at you expectedly. You fidgeted the ball in your palms before asking. “Are you practicing all alone?”  He nodded curtly with a deadpan expression that said give me the ball. 

“I see.” You tossed him the ball gently before following your friends that have already walked ahead. 

At the convenience store you grabbed things you thought Sakusa may have liked.

“Why are you grabbing so much? Also, I thought you didn’t like daifuku.” Aya commented as she browsed the shelf next to you. Your nose scrunched up. “I’m just craving it.” You shrugged her off. She didn’t reply as she grabbed a carton of apple juice. 

All of you checked out and parted ways in front of the store. It wasn’t long before you peeked your head into the gym to see Sakusa slamming  the ball against the wall continuously. He was roughly the same height as you, but each time he struck the ball, there was an undeniable force behind it. 

You took your shoes off, outside of the gym before clearing your throat nervously.

The boy caught the ball as it ricocheted off the wall. His black curls stuck messily to his forehead and he turned to you with a confused expression. Holding up the plastic bag with one hand,  you offered him a small smile. 

“Looked like you were working hard, so I brought this for you.” 

He blinked at you. Not a word. 

“I can just leave it somewhere if you’d like. I just have to-”

“I was actually getting kind of hungry.” He said quietly. He walked to the edge of the gym and sat down. You followed his lead quietly. Upon sitting down, you opened the bag,  preparing to dump  everything on the floor before he raised a hand to stop you. 

“The floor is rather dirty, I would prefer you not to do that.” He said plainly “Please.” he added. You nodded and opened the bag towards him so he could get his pick. Luckily for you he went straight for the daifuku. He meticulously unwrapped it and began to munch silently. You followed suit and you began to eat a custard-filled bread roll. 

“Sakusa, right?” You turned your head to the boy. “Kyosuke?” You faltered.

He shook his head. “Kiyoomi. And you?”

“L/N F/N.” You answered. He dipped his head in acknowledgement. 

“What high school are you going to try to go to?” 

“Itachiyama.”

“Really? I want to go there as well. Maybe we can study together for the entrance exams together.”

“I’m going to get in on a sports recommendation since I’m on the volleyball team here.” He said nonchalantly as he flattened the snack’s wrapper on his thigh. You nodded. His curtness didn’t particularly bother you. 

“Fair enough.” You brushed off your skirt and began to make an exit towards the gym. You began to slip your shoes on outside of the door before waving over to him. “Let me know if you change your mind about studying. I’m in the same class as your cousin. Keep the rest of the snacks. Work hard.”

-

Roughly two weeks later Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside of class 3-B. Ignoring Motoya he approached you. “Let’s study for entrance exams.” Motoya looked at you oddly and tailed the two of you as Sakusa lead you to the library in silence.

You sat in front of the curly haired boy, pulling out your journals and folders excitedly sliding them towards Sakusa. Motoya sat beside him, earning a subtle glare from Kiyoomi.

“I looked at everything they’ve made available for students who are applying, organized it, and color coded it. I have a plan to get in. 

Sakusa carefully eyed over your notes as he skimmed the pages. Your handwriting was incredibly neat. Everything was so organized that even an idiot could get into Itachiyama. Not that he was thinking that you were stupid by any means.

That was the first time you saw Sakusa smile because of you.

-

It was now your first year at Itachiyama Academy. You walked through the gates of the school sandwiched between Sakusa and Motoya. Somehow the three of you managed to be in the same class.

As the semester progressed, you began to settle in a routine with the boys. You would sit at practices, reading books. After they finished, you would all study at someone’s house and part ways. 

It was dipping into the summer. Tokyo subtly rose in temperature as the rainy season commenced. 

Sakusa stood outside of your home with an umbrella since he was fully aware that you refused to bring one to school any time that it rained. He looked down to his cellphone. You were always punctual so it didn’t make sense to him that you weren’t outside yet. He knocked on the front door to your family home. No answer.

He used the spare key under the plant to go inside. He propped the umbrella against the door and took his shoes off before making his way upstairs. You weren’t in your bed but he could hear someone gagging in the bathroom.

His face contorted into disgust at the thought, but proceeded towards the room. He opened the bathroom door to see you hunched over the toilet. Your hair pooled over your shoulders going forward as you choked on your own vomit. Sobs quietly echoed the room. 

He cautiously moved forward and gathered your hair in his hand. He turned his head away from your body to cover his distaste for the situation that he found himself in.  You jumped startled in place before you started vomiting again. 

“Sorry, I didn’t text you. I’ve been here for hours.” Your voice was incredibly weak.

“I wish you took care of yourself. Then things like this wouldn’t happen. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice croaked. Sakusa flinched at that. He knew the feeling all too well.

“You know if you used an umbrella in the rain you wouldn’t get sick. Plus you’ve been pulling all nighters with school for no reason. Stop overexerting yourself.”

“Shut up.” You groaned. “Go to school. I’ll take care of myself.”

He rolled his eyes. He grabbed a hair tie from under your sink and tied your hair back to the best of his ability before leaving the room. Going downstairs he began to make hot green tea with honey, a glass of water, and cut up an apple, your favorite fruit, and grabbed a mask out of his backpack and put it on before returning to the bathroom. You were leaning against the wall, your features were flushed as beads of sweat developed along your forehead.

Sakusa sighed as he squatted in front of you. 

“Drink this. Rehydrate. Put some food in your stomach.” 

“Go to school Sakusa.” You muttered as you placed the cup to your lips gently.

Sakusa began washing his hands into the sink, ignoring you.

“You ought to go lie down so your body can repair itself.” He turned around before gathering the cups and the bowl of fruit from you. He placed it on your bedside table before he felt a weight collide with his back. He turned suddenly to catch your body.

“Sorry, I must be really weak right now.” A laugh barely escaped your lips. You were face to face with him as he supported you up. All he did was nod before he gently lowered you onto the bed, placing you under the sheets.

He walked over to the bathroom and found a small towel. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips. He already had known that you were overdoing it academically, but now it finally showed physically. He didn’t understand you sometimes.

He returned to your room once more to see that you were out cold. He used the cloth to gently dab the sweat off of your face before folding it inside out and resting it on your forehead entirely. Sakusa supposed that it would be alright to skip school that day to help his friend out.

“Thanks, Kiyoomi.” The words poured quietly from your lips. His head jerked up suddenly

That was the first time you didn’t call him by his surname.

-

“Okay hear me out. Yes, you’re insanely talented at volleyball. No, I am not telling you how to play, BUT I think that if you approach the AB attack that you guys have been working on this way, I think that you can achieve it somewhat better.” You shoved your diagram that you drew out to Kiyoomi. His eyes scanned over everything. You flipped the page in front of him. 

“This is the way that you’ve been doing it, but I think that with your spiking range, you wouldn’t have to exert yourself and overextend yourself from this side of the court.”

Sakusa laughed pulling your notebook closer to himself. 

“This is actually genius. How did you know I couldn’t get it?”

“You’ve been spending more time practicing solo than normal so I just paid a little more attention when I’ve been able to come in and watch.”

“I really appreciate this! Do you mind?” You shook your head. “It’s all yours. I have some other ideas in there as well since nationals are coming up.”

He giddily slid it into his backpack before checking his phone. 

“Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. The subways are probably packed by now.” He groaned.

You slung your bag over your shoulder. The crowds outside were moving meticulously outside. A sigh escaped your lips. You turned to Sakusa as he hooked a mask over each ear with a gloomy expression.

The two of you walked out of the cafe and headed towards the JR line. The crowd was astonishingly hard to walk through. Well, it was easy for Saksua since he could see over the sea of people. You reached out for his sleeve and managed to grab his hand. He looked back and gave you a weary acknowledgement and continued to tread forward. You barely managed to get into the train car with him. Your fingers tangled with his as you were shoved into his side. You looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and expression darkened.. This definitely isn’t the first time that Saksusa had been unfortunate enough to get on the trains with rush hour. 

“You good, Kiyoomi?” You tugged on his arm gently as you whispered. He nodded looking down at you. A man beside you accidentally shoved you forward. Sakusa quickly laced his fingers in yours before he anchored you back to his side. You squeeze his hand gently as a quiet thanks.

In roughly ten minutes the doors opened to your stop. Sakusa led the way, weaseling the two of you outside of the train station. He let out a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs onto the open street.

“Much better.” he mumbled. You absentmindedly followed him to his house as he continued to hold your hand.

“Kiyoomi, you know you can go ahead and let go now.” He froze in his tracks and looked down to your hands and returned his gaze to your face.

“Apologies.” He said before he let go. His hand returned to his side.

“I think I’m going to call it a night here. I’m going to Motoya’s to study the notes. I’ll text you if I have any questions.” He raised a hand to bid farewell and walked to the direction of his home. 

Your eyes traveled down to the palm of your hand. You studied it. Each finger as you rotated it. With a subtle shrug, you turned to the opposite direction and made your way home.

That was the first time you held hands with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

“What do you mean I can’t braid your hair for a game? It’s getting longer and it would look adorable. Right, Motoya?” You twirled one of Sakusa’s curls gently in your finger. Motoya glanced up from his phone laughing. 

“I don’t see why not.”

“ Don’t support her. You’re going to make her think that she’s unstoppable.” Sakusa groaned and thudded his head against the table. 

“Can I do it for fun though?” You whined as your ran your hands through his hair.

He sunk in his chair in defeat. “Fine.”

You excitedly stood up and got to work. 

After a few minutes you were finished. His hair was barely short enough for it to stick into a little poof in the back. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a quick selfie with your back camera. You laughed at the photo as Sakusa grabbed at it.

“I didn’t know that you were going to take a picture of me, you ass! Delete it!” 

“Nah, this is too good! Kiyoomi I really think you should do this for a game! You look precious!”  

You quickly ran over to the couch next to Motoya, showing him the off guard picture you got of the two of them. The two of you were in hysterics. Sakusa ran over to the couch to join the two of you. Placing an arm around your shoulder he broke into laughter as well.

Lose hair flowed on the sides of his face. His eyes squinted shut as his laughs filled the room.

“You ought to delete that picture though, seriously.”

You shook your head at him. 

“This is too good. I might just send it to your whole team.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

After some time, the three of you settled down and watched a movie. You rested your head on his shoulder. His arm never left your side. The three of you passed out cold. 

Motoya’s mother laughed at the view she had of the three of you as she took her shoes out of the door. Her own son was sprawled out on the end of the couch, snoring the night away. Kiyoomi’s head rested on the couch. Tufts of hair were popping out of the braid. His arms loosely wrapped around you. Your head rested against his chest and your arms rested around his stomach.

She laughed quietly to herself, leaving the kids to sleep.

This was the first time that you fell asleep on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

“What do you mean that you didn’t have a good time at the camp? It’s literally for the Olympics!” You had your hands on your hips as you stared at Saksua. He sulked in your kitchen chair. He came over as soon as he had gotten back from camp.

“I do not understand how Shiratorizawa lost. Kageyama Tobio wasn’t necessarily an extraordinary feat to watch-”

“You do understand that there’s a reason why he got invited there as well, right?”

“I’m trying to be realistic here.”

“Well since both schools are going to nationals, maybe you can play them in the bracket. You’re the number two ace in the country because you worked hard Kiyoomi. I don’t care if some brat from Miyagi rubbed you the wrong way. You need to get over it and do your best. You and Motoya leave in two weeks.”

The two of you had spent the last hour bickering of his experience. Sakusa had a negative thing to say about almost every player that was there.

“If I want to analyze my potential opponent then I think you should allow me to. You’re not playing on the court whatsoever so I think you should keep your opinions to yourself about this situation.”

“Kiyomi, I’m literally the one who has helped you get to where you are now. I’ve spent hours of my own freetime, even getting physically ill coming up with ways to help you and Motoya improve your skills to be better players-”

“But nobody asked you to do that.” He glared at you. You falter at what to say next.

“I did it because you two are my friends. And I want you to succeed.” Each word articulated from your mouth excruciatingly slow. As if you were questioning yourself.

“You have a lot to say for someone who has never played the game before.” Sakusa snapped at you.

“Get out.” 

“What?”

“Get out of my house. You do not talk to me like that here.” You made your way to the front door, holding it open.

“Out Kiyoomi.”

“I think we’re having a little miscommunication.” He rose from his chair. He hands beared out to you as he stepped towards you cautiously.

“No. Grab your bag. Put your shoes on and leave. I understood with clarity everything you just said to me. Now I’m asking you to leave. You said everything you wanted to.”

Sakusa’s head did not hang low as your gaze pierced through him. He slung his back over his shoulder and walked towards you. His height towered over you before he bent down, slipping his shoes over his heels.

He walked out without another word. 

That was the first fight you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

In the next two weeks you didn’t walk to school with the boys, you did not study with them, you did not watch practice, you didn’t use breaks at school to visit their classrooms. Anytime Motoya had reached out, you politely avoided him. If Sakusa did it was like he wasn’t even there.

Nationals were now upon the boy’s volleyball team. You followed the group solemnly to the bus.  You had signed up as an official volunteer and there wasn’t any way to necessarily get out of it since you had already been excused from the school days.

You sat alone on the bus. Far away from your two friends. The ride was short. Upon arrival, you carried the medical bag to the team’s designated area for the day.

It was a clash of teams mingling at the entrance of the arena. Not one member of the team had made it to the area yet. You turned to see Sakusa’s standing in the corner of the room. His forehead creased and his chin tucked towards his chest. There were too many people for him. Motoya was mingling with random  teams. You let out a small sigh and made your way to the designated area. 

A hand gently rested on your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” Kiyoomi asked. He towered over you in height. You couldn’t see his face due to the mask, but he radiated stress. You nodded and sat next to him in the hallway.

The apology was quick, sweet, and straight to the point. You graciously accepted and it wasn’t any worry at all. 

You could never truly be mad at him.

You continued to help the boy’s volleyball team until they lost the tournament.

You waited on the side of the court for the boys to come off. However, Sakusa was approached by fans and reporters. 

You stood patiently on the other side of the toom. The opposing team’s captain approached you. He shyly flirted with you. Sakusa watched from afar as he continued to chat with the reporter. 

This was the first time Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealousy.

-

You, Kiyoomi, and Motoya stood side by side posing for pictures for your families. High school diplomas proudly in hand.

Kiyoomi graciously slipped away from everyone for a brief moment. His parents were fawning over the fact that he got accepted into college on a sports scholarship. Same with Motoya. Your parents were openly wondering what college you would choose to go to. You got accepted to five different ones, one of them the same as Kiyoomi.

You and Motoya bid your parents a farewell and began to leave the school together for one last time. Kiyoomi stood at the gates waiting patiently for the two of you. His blazer now slung over one shoulder, he used his other arm to gently rest around your shoulder.

“I’ll see you at the dinner, Motoya. I’m going to walk Y/N home.” 

Motoya dipped his head in acknowledgement before parting ways.

You and Kiyoomi laughed and reminisced over the last three years. The late nights studying. Hanging around each other's houses. Him keeping you company as you read your books at cafes. The cat you two found outside of the school your first year. The god awful game of telephone pictionary that almost got the three of you suspended your second year of school. The failed attempts of learning how to play volleyball in third year. It seemed that all of the memories so precious to your heart were coming to a cease.

Your laughs faltered as you approached the gate of your home. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave for Osaka.” You laughed nervously as his arm slid off of your shoulder. He unconsciously moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Easy. Just go to the same school as me. It’s not that difficult of a decision.”

You laughed. “You know I haven’t even begun to choose the college I want to go to yet. I haven’t weighed the pros and cons of each school. Plus you got a full ride.” You sighed.

“Well a pro is that I’m there. I think that’s enough.” He tilted his head at you.

You let out a short laugh before turning your head away from him. “If only it was that simple.” You wondered aloud.

“I have to see how good the program is for what I want to do. I know that they’re the top in the country for it but will it really benefit me? What if financial aid doesn't end up coming through and I have student loans out the ass? What if housing is full? If I don’t have anywhere to live?” 

Your thoughts were cut off by Kiyoomi stifling a laugh. He used a single hand to cover his mouth as he looked down at you. You shoved his chest playfully. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You worry too much for someone who’s so smart.”

You rolled your eyes at him. He ran his hand through his hair before he rested it on his neck, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how pretty I think you are.” He reached over and cupped your face. His long slender fingers gently tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. He felt your skin heat up below his hand and laughed.

“Are you trying to be funny because you’re really bad at it.”

Before you could even react, Kiyoomi quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft as he gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rose up quickly against his sides. Slightly panicking. He tilted your chin up slightly and you finally kissed him back. 

You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled you closer.

He pulled away. Grinning like an idiot.

“I think you should go to that school in Osaka with me. I’m going to have an apartment and everything.”

You placed your arms around his shoulders and his slinked down to your waist.

“We’ll see.”

Kiyoomi’s body sunk into itself.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite some time now and that’s all you say? ‘We’ll see?’ It’s really not enough.” 

“I mean who said I haven’t been waiting to kiss you too?” 

He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“For how long?”

“After nationals in our second year when I saw a horde of fan girls for one of the best aces in Japan.” You reached up and pinched his cheek. “I thought to myself that I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I think I’ve thought about you romantically for a while now.” He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head for you to let go of his face.

“But you’re right. You’ve never told me I was pretty before, Kiyoomi.” You used your hands to bring his face down to yours. 

That was the first time you and Sakusa Kiyoomi had ever kissed.

-

Sakusa Kiyoomi was disappointed to say the least that you did not follow him to college in Osaka. 

Or so he thought. 

Two weeks after his move there was a knock on his apartment door at 7am in the morning. Kiyoomi was a morning person, but he had no clue who it could possibly be. He pulled a sweatshirt over his body and pulled on sweatpants over his boxers.

There you stood with a suitcase in each hand.

“I chose Osaka because I don’t think I can handle being away from you for four years.”

Kiyoomi enveloped you in a hug, making you drop your luggage. He pressed your body against his chest and buried his head into the crook of your neck. He peppered kisses on your  cheekbone until you turned to face him. He held your hands and kissed you sweetly before pulling you inside. 

“Kiyo, you need to grab my bags.” You mumbled into his mouth. He gently put you down. Grabbed your bags and placed them inside and turned to face you. You looked at him expectantly with your arms open towards him. Without missing a beat he picked you up and spun you around.

“Are you sure you want to go to school out here?” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You nodded against his chest.

“One exception though.” You pulled away from him.

“Will you be my boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yes.”

This was the first day you spent as an official couple.

-

The semester was beginning to take a toll on the both of you. Fortunately enough, the both of you managed to be taking the same courses for your basics and had a basic study regiment in the evenings. Kiyoomi’s volleyball practice ran from ungodly hours of the morning and the fatigue was catching up to him as finals week set upon the two of you.

You returned from the library and walked into the bedroom to see Kiyoomi sound asleep, laying on his side snuggling a pillow. Quiet snores spread through the room as his mouth was slightly agape.

You quickly showered and changed into a shirt of his before snuggling into bed beside him. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to lean into your touch.

“Y/N” He groaned into the pillow.

“Hm?”

“C’mere.” He lifted up his arm as an invitation. You quickly obliged as his arm encased you into his chest.

“How was studying? Sorry I left so early.” He yawned.

 Your arm wrapped around his side as your fingernails began to graze his bare back.

“It’s fine, Kiyo. I know how tired you’ve been lately. Being a student athlete is tough enough as it is.” 

“I don’t want you to be stressed out because of my incapabilities.”

“You’re only human. And I’m stressed out because college is tough, not because you’re incapable of things.”

“I know.”

“Your voice is cute when you’re tired.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.” 

“Nevermind.” 

“I beg your pardon?.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re super handsome when you’re dead quiet. I know I can’t see you right now, but the whole brooding thing  you usually have going on is usually pretty nice in my opinion.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, Kiyo.”

“Y/N  I’ll literally make you do all of the cleaning next week.”

“But Kiyo-”

“Shut up.”

“Anyways. I’ve missed you.”

“We live together. And study together. And go to school together.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Remember that one time that you fell down the stairs in our second year? In front of the entire class?”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“What?”

You sat up abruptly staring down at your boyfriend. He sat up, propping his hands on either side of his body. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

“I love you, Kiyoomi.”

A lazy smile graced the black-haired man’s features.

“I mean it!”

“I know you do. That’s why I’m smiling.”

“I really mean it, Kiyoomi. You’ve been my best friend since middle school. We spent every waking moment together. I got to grow with you as friends. I had the opportunity to watch you bloom into your passion by bringing you daifuku one day because I saw a quiet boy practicing all by himself. I’m so lucky for that moment of time. Even though we’re busy now, we get to hold each other at night and see each other’s achievements during the day. I think it’s so amazing that we have each other.  I just want to cherish you.”

“I love you too.” He clasped his hand over yours.

“And I mean it too.”

That was the first time you and Sakusa exchanged ‘I love yous’.

-

The semester had come to an end. Kiyoomi rested his head on your lap as you watched TV and he watched volleyball highlights on his phone. You played with his curls absentmindedly.

“I can’t believe that Kageyama Tobio is playing on the Olympic team this year.”

“Who?”

“The kid who beat Wakatoshi our second year.”

“Oh that one.”

“I want to play in the Olympics.”

“I know Kiyo you just need to keep doing what you're doing and you’ll be on that stage in 2020.”

You pulled out your cell phone and took a picture of the two of you. Managing to get his glare and everything. You shoved the photo you just took in his face. 

“Look! Do you know who that is?”

“Me. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

“Correct!” You exclaimed. “He’s also my boyfriend and a future Olympian! A future representative of Japan’s men's volleyball team!”

Kiyoomi laughed. He locked his phone and just kept on laughing.

“You’re so precious.” He managed between laughs. He pulled his head from your lap and squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands.

“My girlfriend believes in me!” He sang song.

You placed your hands over his and pulled him forward into a quick kiss.

“Am I not supposed to?”

“I never said that.”

“You’re kind of suggesting it. Do you not like me anymore?”

He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours once more.

“You know I don’t like you, I love you.”

(nsfw)

Butterflies rose in your chest at his words. You gave him the dopiest grin before you leaned into  him once more. Your body leaned into his. Kiyoomi’s hands rose under your shirt as he pulled you on top of his lap. Your legs fell on either side of him as your fingers ran through his hair. As your hands reached the back of his head you fisted his curls, earning a quiet groan from the man underneath you. His hands pressed roughly into the skin of your hips. The surprise let Kiyoomi slip his tongue into your mouth.

He began to place open mouth kisses down your neck as his hands traveled up to your breasts. You quickly slid your shirt off over your head to give him more access. His kisses continued across your collarbone and down to your breast. 

“Kiyo-” Your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue.

“Hmm?” He mumbled into your chest. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You said firmly, as you slid your hands to his shoulders to get him to look at you.

His dark eyes sparkled at you and nodded. 

You got off of his lap and made your way to your room. Dropping your shorts to the ground, you kicked them to the corner of the room. Before you could even reach the bed, you were enveloped in a hug from behind. Kiyoomi’s bare chest warmed your back as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders. A hand firmly on your hip and a hang squeezing your breast. His hands traveled your body hungrily. You turned to meet his face. Caressing it with the back of your hand you placed a gentle kiss on his nose, making him smile at you.

Your hands draped over his boxers as you generously worked them down his legs. Placing, small, eager kisses on his lips.

“I don’t think we have condoms-”

“Yes we do. They’re in my nightstand, I bought them just in case we ever-”

“Mhmm”

You lured Kiyoomi over to the bed as you stroked him. He opened the bedside table and carefully tore the wrapper before rolling the condom on. He hovered over you as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours once. His fingers caressed you, slipping in and out slowly, you moaned into his mouth, making him speed up ever so slightly as he kissed all over your body. He wanted to show you physically how much he loves you.

He positioned himself between your legs before slipping himself in. The two of you gasped at the newfound sensation. He moaned into your neck as your hands failed to grab at his back. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you. He began to roll his hips into you repeatedly. He was weary of his actions as his hands roamed your entire body. He didn’t want to go too slow or two fast. He never asked, he just studied your reactions as he pressed deeper into you. He began to hold a steady rhythm as moans began to spill from your mouth. Each sound encouraging him to unconsciously move faster. 

“Kiyoomi.” Your nails sunk into his back, your lips struggled to find his. He moaned your name into your neck. He was reaching his climax as he shuddered inside of you. He kissed your forehead gently. 

“I love you. Forever. I cannot imagine anyone else I’d share this life with.”

You stared at your boyfriend. He was studying your face with great intent as if to check if he made a dent. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it back making his curls bounce as they flopped back down. His body rose and fell steadily as he caught his breath over you. He gave you a small smile as he flattened your hair on your head, he gently pulled out of you before sitting on his knees and sliding the condom off of himself.

“Give me a second please.”

He walked to the bathroom and disposed of it and began to pick up the clothes from earlier and put them in the hamper. He returned to your side. He propped up his head on his hand as ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m so lucky. Everyday.”

You smiled as he placed yet another tender kiss on your lips.

The night ended with Sakusa curled on your bare chest, fast asleep while you held him dearly through the night.

That was you and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s first time.

-

Today was Kiyoomi’s first V-League game. 

You were never typically awake at the same times that he was. Ever. 

You sleepily followed him around the apartment. He brushed his teeth first. You stifled a laugh as he began the skin care routine you taught him in high school. He ignored you, but followed suit. Next he fixed his bed head. Well you did. You sat on the counter with him between your legs as you gently raked product through his hair. 

“Omi Omi.” You sang as he relaxed into your hands. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? I think Miya was onto something when he started calling you that.” 

“No he wasn’t. He tainted the second half of my name when he started that shit.”

“Don’t be that way, Omi Omi!” 

“Shut up!” He yawned. 

“Or what, Omi?” You hopped off the sink and walked away from him.

“You’re gonna do what you did to me, last night? Right now?”

A sly grin rested on his lips before he pushed you to the bed. 

“Good thing we woke up early.”

-

You stayed arm and arm with Kiyoomi at the bar where his teammates won. The Black Jackals won their very first game. 

You glanced up at your mask-clad boyfriend as he glared at his teammates. 

“Omi Omi! I didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend!”

“Hi! You must be Atsumu!” You extended your hand to shake his, but Sakusa cut in front of you. 

“Don’t touch him.” He rolled his eyes. 

“It’s called being courteous, Kiyo. You ought to try it!” You shoved his chest. 

“I can’t believe Omi Omi has a heart. He actually talks about us at home.” Bokuto bunched up his shirt on his chest, his eyes watering. 

“You’re telling me.” Atsumu huffed. 

“To be clear, the only person I respect on this team is Meian and I think it’s all valid.” Sakusa glared at the two men. His gaze lost it’s focus once he heard your laugh and reeled back into the conversation that you were having with Hinata. 

His teammates smiled as they were watching a never before seen Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

As the night progressed more and more drinks were spread amongst the team. 

You and Kiyoomi balanced the drinks the best you could, but after all, it was your first time drinking. Ever. 

Both of you, equally wasted, exited the bar and ordered a ride home. Laughing up the stairs the two of you tumbled into your bedroom. Kissing and everything in between. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi looked at you like you were the light of his life and he made sure you knew it. 

You studied his features as he drunkenly told you stories of when he was little. His dark brown eyes squinted at you as little laughs escaped his mouth. Anytime he smiled one corner of his mouth rose higher than the other. Anytime Kiyoomi reached for your hand, he always managed to be the most gentle with his spindly fingers. His kisses were so soft. Even now as he continuously reaches down to kiss you. Even though your own lips are numb from the alcohol rushing in your veins. 

This is true love. 

-

“I told you that you’d be in the Olympics.” 

You wrapped your arms around him as you stood behind the couch, smothering his cheek with kisses. 

“I know! I’m glad everything paid off!” 

“Me too. Me too.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated an Olympian.” You stared at the phone in Kiyoomi’s hand. The congratulatory email. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about marrying an Olympian? Pretty practical, right?”

You grinned from ear to ear. 

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”

“I’d like you to know I’m full of great ideas. I mean we’ve been together for six years. And it’s because I kissed you since you wouldn’t kiss me. I think that it’s a fair assumption that I’m the brains of this relationship. I also made the idea for us moving into this city home. I also made the executive decision for us to buy a cat.”

“Kiyo. That’s not how that went. You know damn well I brought the cat home when you were done with practice and you hit me with the whole ‘I guess we can do it if we clean the litter box everyday’. I think you’re remembering things incorrectly. Per usual.”

“Dunno, but it took my decision making to allow her to stay in this home.”

“Uh huh. Now that I think about it, it would be my first time marrying an Olympian.”

“Well duh. I mean look at me.”

“ I was talking about Miya, you dolt.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “I guess you can take the role of the funny one.”

-

The first time Sakusa became a parent. He had almost passed out in the delivery room. He’ll never acknowledge it to you, however when friends asked he claimed that childbirth was ultimately disgusting. 

His eyes shone the moment your son entered the world. 

He held him delicately as if he could break. He was laughing as he gently brought him down to you. 

You stared down at the baby you and your husband had brought into the world and you couldn’t help but think of the first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi and the blessings the boy brought into your life.

(A/N) the smut scene wasnt supposed to be good!!!!!!!!! It was their first time so it wasn’t supposed to be some god tier orgasming experience. It was supposed to be plain and about their connection!

thanks for reading (:

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Toman’s Little Fighter.

Draken x fem.Reader oneshot 

Genre : fluff- angst-happy ending

Warnings: mention of violence-blood-kidnapping-swearing words.

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Draken is assigned to convince badass (y\n) to join Toman for certain reasons. They have a dynamic relationship full of bickering. They end up falling for each other and confess under difficult circumstances.

“Ah what a day finally school is over” you said to yourself ruffling your hair and carrying your heavy school bag. “Huh what’s that sound?” you frowned and rushed to the source “ah really brats bullying a kid again? Why do they do that, should I help him or should I stop getting into fights this time?” you said watching them from a far. Three big guys were beating up the shit out of a boy. “ah shit I think I’ll never change” you breathed and walked towards them. The guy was about to throw a punch to knock that boy out but was suddenly stopped by a strong grip. All of them looked at you in disbelief, who are you? And what are you trying to do? “Are you lost beautiful?” said that guy smirking, the other two approached you one of them put his hand on your shoulder “How can we help you?” “Take your hands off of me brat” you said slapping his hand away and pushing the other guy’s fist that was stopped by you. “wow wow are you trying to get our attention huh? you can just ask honey” said the 3rd guy smirking “ple-ease leave d-don’t get yourself into trouble because of me” said that boy coughing on the ground, you smiled and said “don’t worry it will be fine” then you turned your face to look at them “3 VS 1? That’s not a fair fight…but it’s fair for me” “you better leave this place or I have to smash that beautiful face” “give it a shot then or you’re scared to get your ass beaten by a woman” you teased throwing your school bag on the ground ready to fight,  the guy was fueling with anger “you little-“ he ran in your direction and  grabbed your collar you twisted his hand making him growl in pain then you used your free hand to punch his stomach making him fall. The other two tried to grab your hands to stop your attacks but you were faster and more flexible and punched one of them on his nose making it bleed. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight, so when the other guy tried to fight you, you turned around then kicked his jaw (round side kick) knocking him down as well. “bunch of idiots. Ah I fucking hate bullies” you said fixing your skirt. You looked down “are you okay?” he nodded still shocked from the fight that happened before his eyes. Before you can say something else someone yelled “TAKEMICHI” both of you looked and there were 3 guys looking at you, you clenched your fists you thought they wanted to hit him “oh Mikey” said Takemichi. “so his name is Takemichi” you thought to yourself. You bend a bit to his level and said “well you’re safe now! Next time don’t stop defending yourself, even if your knees are on the ground you’re still able to stand up” you flushed him another smile then grabbed your bag and left. He was stunned by your presence. “excuse me!” said Mikey, you turned your head to look at him “thank you” he added, you just nodded and glanced at the two guys who were looking at you in pure shock and disbelief. “Draken, Mitsuya come here” said Mikey smiling, “Mikey did you see her?” asked Takemichi “she..she fought them” “yes we saw everything” “why didn’t you come?” “Well we rushed here to save you but we stopped the moment we saw her beat all of them up” exclaimed Draken. “Mikey don’t tell me that you’re thinking about that?” asked Mitsuya after seeing Mikey’s excited expression “Actually I am” he stopped for a moment then looked at Draken “oi ken-chin, I have a mission for you!” “huh?” “go after her.. you have to know where she lives, and you’ll start the plan tomorrow” “Mikey are you insane! There’s no way she would agree!!” fought Draken, “Yes Mikey , she even thought they were bullies I’m sure if she knew they’re actually gang members she wouldn’t rush to my rescue!” everyone nodded in agreement “but she knocked them down right? That’s what matters. C’mon you saw her fighting skills…Woah she was cool” “Mikey-“ “That’s my final decision Draken, you have to do your best to convince her, and the rest is up to her” added Mikey getting on his motorcycle. “good luck!” muttered Takemichi, in return Draken rolled his eyes and rushed after you. You were walking to your house kicking rocks and lost in your thoughts “ah that tall guy looked so hot tho” you felt something strange, you felt like someone was following you “oh maybe it’s just a cat”..”Shit she almost caught me…so she lives here.. hmm not too far” he said as he saw you open your house’s door.  *The next day* “hurry up Draken” “damn it Mikey don’t be too excited about it”. It was a normal day for you ready to go to the martial arts club when someone suddenly appeared in front of you “hey” “oh hell- I saw you yesterday! You’re the hot gu- I- I mean you were there” “I don’t have time so you have to come with me” he said coldly “excuse you? Hah where are you planning to take me?” “to meet the Toman’s president” “Toman?” “Our gang” “g-gang?” you said as you took a step backward “and why would I meet your president or whatever?”. Draken took a deep breath clearly pissed “well that’s an order so you better come with me now” “or what?” “You’re really begging for trouble, aren’t you?” ”first all, whatever your name is, I don’t take orders-” “my name is Draken” “Okay Draken! move aside or I’ll be late and that’s a big no no for me” you walked beside him but he grabbed your wrist “Don’t lie school is over” “I still go to school clubs..is that a problem?” you answered offensively trying to pull your hand from his strong grip. “I’ll be back tomorrow”, then left, without giving you the chance to answer.  You were so confused why the hell a gang member is at your door, why his leader wants to meet you. All of these questions rushed inside your head but now he’s gone so probably you’ll ask him tomorrow if he had the courage to comeback. *Time skip* “you’re here again?” “listen I’m not trying to force you or-“ “oh really ? Because it doesn’t seem like that at all!” you said crossing your arms “it’s just a suggestion” “and I said no! is it hard to get it in your brain?”  “I can’t give up, this mission is my responsibility” “why would I trust you?”you exclaimed approaching him “and why would we hurt you? You saved our member so we have no intention to harm you” “please Draken just give up I’m not joining you, I want to have a normal life” in less than a second you were pinned to the wall, you gasped and looked at the man towering you, he was so close to you making your heart skip a beat “listen if the situation was in my hands I would never recruit someone like you, but unfortunately it’s Mikey’s decision” he said in a cold tone his eyes fixated on you. You pushed his chest and yelled “the hell are you doing?” he just gave you a death glare and left “YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T COME HERE EVER AGAIN-is he ignoring me?…that bastard!” you ruffled your hair and get into your house. *In Mikey’s garage* “Ken-chin finally you’re here…did you convince her?” “that brat ah she’s so stubborn” he said punching the wall “I don’t know why you’re so interested in her Mikey” “ah? Isn’t that obvious? she’s a strong fighter we need her” “NO WE DON’T MIKEY…we have all of these men. Aren’t they enough?” “no..” said Mikey munching on his dorayaki.  Days passed and Draken is still trying, he’s so fed up with you and the whole situation. Like he can just throw you on his shoulder and take you with him but Mikey warned him to not scare you away. “DRAKEN YOU NEED TO GO NOW” “huh chifuyu what’s wong?” “They’ll go after her! They knew about her address and they’re planning to kidnap her” “WHAT?WHY?” “did you forget that she knocked out 3 of them?-wait she doesn’t know that they were gang members?” asked Baji “…no..” “Draken “go get her before they can reach her house” “Draken I’ll go with you” said Takemichi “no stay here I’ll handle it” said Draken rushing out to save you. *meanwhile* “he didn’t come today I think he finally gave up…that’s better” you thought to yourself walking in your neighborhood. You were ready to take the stairs to your apartment when you saw 3 motorcycles there and 3 guys waiting by the stairs “huh who are they?” you took a step forward but stopped when you realized that you actually know that uniform, you gasped “no way did they come here to fight me again…aah bullies” unexpectedly you said the last word a bit loud. All of them looked at you “oh shit” and you started running all the groceries fell on the ground  “GO AFTER HER” all of them are now chasing you, they were so fast “YOU CANT RUN AWAY FROM US”. You stopped looking behind you when a hand closed your mouth and pulled you into an alley. Your back bumped into someone’s chest, you struggled to break free but you couldn’t “shhh”. Then you saw the guys run to the other direction and you were safe “stop squirming” you recognized the voice so you bit his hand that was on your mouth “ahh what the fuck” What you are doing here?” “Is that how you thank me for helping you?” “Well I didn’t ask for you help I could have handled it myself” “listen I’m not in the mood to argue with you! We’ve been arguing for the past two weeks” “then leave” he took a deep breath and approached you “they’re not bullies!” “Huh what do you mean?” “They’re from a dangerous gang, they’re our rivals and they wanted to kidnap you because you caused injuries to their members last time..So you’re not safe..At least for now” your eyes widened did you just beat up gang members? “What did I get myself into” “exactly! We didn’t know that they’re after you but I guess that’s another reason to make you come with me…i-I’ll protect you” you looked down, the situation is bigger than you thought “ahh I never learn” you said as you hit your head on the wall “I’m *hit* so *hit* stupid” “hey hey stop you’re so weird you know” said Draken placing his hand on your forehead so you wouldn’t hurt your head “I need to go to my house first I need to  bring some things” “that means you’re coming right?” you shrugged and said “however I don’t need your protection, I’m able to do it” he rolled his eyes and followed you sneaking into your house so they can’t catch you. “Take this” “huh?” “Wear this for your safety” “who said that I wanna ride your motorcycle?” “Stop being stubborn for once ..can you?” “I rather walk than get on this with you” “okay you wanna act like this then?” You ignored him and started walking but you felt two strong arms lift you up. “DRAKEN PUT ME DOWN NOW” you yelled trying to break from his arms but for nothing. He put you on the motorcycle and forced you to wear the helmet, you huffed in return, giving up, you couldn’t start an argument. He then started the ride, “is this your first time riding a motorcycle?” he asked “y-yes” “then put your arms around my waist or-“ “no I won’t” “listen idiot I’m just trying to get you safe to Mikey or else trust me I wouldn’t care” “so why you saved me from the bull- I mean from that gang?” , it was an awkward silence before he could answer, he didn’t expect a question like this “just for Mikey or else-“ “you wouldn’t care yeah!” you finished his sentence. You slowly circled your arms around his torso but you kept your distance from him, you didn’t push your body on his back and your arms were faintly wrapped around him. “Should I teach her a lesson” said Draken to himself and started the ride at full speed making you panic. You quickly tightened your grip around him and buried your head in his back  “slow down you brat aaaaah” you said shutting your eyes, he just smirked enjoying how scared you were. After like 15mins he stopped “here we are” you looked up and realized how close you were, you could feel his defined stomach..that feeling made you blush a bit and you quickly pulled away. You were a bit dizzy from the ride “you almost killed both of us” you said angrily trying to forget about how embarrassing the situation was “where’s the badass (y\n) or you’re being a coward now?” . You started walking with Draken, there were a lot people there when they saw both of you they started bowing. You walked behind Draken who was putting his hands in his pocket; the situation was so awkward you were stealing glances from all direction, holding your bag to your chest.”Ken-chin finally” said Mikey “you must be (y\n)” he added giving you his eye smile. You nodded and smiled a bit “c’mon lets show you the place and let you meet the other” he said excitedly guiding you. “oh Takemichi?” you muttered, finally recognizing someone, his body and face were full of wounds as usual “this man is really a punching bag” you thought to yourself. “so guys this is (y\n)..(y\n) this is Baji captain of first division and that’s Chifuyu the vice-captain…this handsome man over here is Mitsuya the 2nd division captain and this is the vice-captain Hakkai…the others are on a mission one of them is Pah-chin the 3rd division captain..you’ll meet them later” all of them approached you and started shaking your hand “Mikey told us how you saved Takemichi” said chifuyu “you’re so brave!!” added Baji. “They’re friendly not like Draken” you thought to yourself smiling to the boys in front of you then shifting your eyes to glare at Draken. “you must be good friends with Draken..” said Mitsuy. You and Draken looked at each other not sure how to react “trust me she’s the human version of headaches” said Draken “you little shit..no one forced you to come everyday to my house” then again you started bickering as usual. All of the boys were confused and looked at each other like what the hell is going on. Finally Mikey interrupted you “oh guys ehm well I hope you’ll be able to get along cuz you’ll spend more time together” “WHAT?” both of you yelled “yes*smile* Draken you’ll help her in training besides she’ll be with us” “Mikey no, put her in the 2nd divison, I’m sure Mitsuya will do better than me” “you have to work on your relationship as well” added Mikey. Both of you sighed in defeat there’s no way Mikey would change his mind and now you’re stuck together. Mikey wanted to test your fighting abilities again in order to make you stronger. Everyone was there all the captains and the vice-captains “hm what about you fight Ken-chin” said Mikey, not gonna lie you were terrified a bit, Draken is a strong guy and he easily pinned you to the wall several times but you couldn’t show it, you had to be confident especially in front of them, now you’re part of the gang and you have to prove it. You’ll do your best to try and defeat Draken at least throw a proper punch at his face. He walked in the center a cold look on his face…well you realized that it’s actually his natural expression. Your guards were up, your foot positioned to not lose balance “you think you can defeat me?” he said a cocky smile on his face “same question for you…Draken”. And fight, the combat began you successfully dodged his fists, this man didn’t hesitate he was so serious about it. All you did was to dodge his hits, you didn’t attack him, he was so fast, taller and bigger than you but you waited for the right moment. He grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back while both of you were looking at each other; you frowned and used your knee to hit his stomach, “NICE” shouted Mikey and the others cheering on you. “You’re supposed to cheer on- urgh” said Draken only to receive a punch on his face, he was distracted and didn’t expect your attack.. his face was turned to the other side making him lose his balance, you seized the opportunity and jumped on him making him fall on the ground wrapping your legs around him trying to stop him from moving, in less than a minute he flipped you, your back hitting the hard ground making you growl in pain, and now he was on top of you, used on hand to pin yours on top of your head and the other softly wrapped around your neck, you struggled and kicked your legs everywhere but he was so heavy and slowly you felt your muscles become numb “you give up?”  “never” . The boys were impressed despite being pinned on the ground you did your best to fight him and to make him fall. “do you smell something?” said Baji “yeah..a lot of interesting things are about to happen between these two” added Mitsuya. For a moment you got lost in Draken’s eyes, remembering the feeling of his toned body. You shook your head trying to push those thought away “get off of me” you said headbutting him (when you hit someone’s face with your forehead) and quickly you stood up rushing to Mikey “you did well” said Chifuyu patting your head “you’re impressive, you proved yourself by fighting this big bear” said Baji pointing at Draken “tch” is the only thing you received from Drake.. was he mad because you made him fall? You shrugged and continued your chat with the boys without noticing him leave. Days passed and you grew closer to all of the boys especially Mitsuya, he was the one to keep you sane, your bickering with Draken became a daily routine and the others are now used to it, once you start arguing no one can stop you, not even Mikey. Mikey was hopeless but deep down he knows that you care for each other. Even if you don’t realize it, even if you fight everyday, the others can realize how protective Draken is, how he keeps his eyes on you when you’re paired up with someone else but he always deny it, instead he says that enjoys seeing you beaten up by someone else. You, you really thought Draken hates you, because he was forced to instruct and train you. At first you weren’t allowed to join them in fights they wanted to make sure you’re able to defend yourself without getting seriously injured. But after a lot of intense training that lasted for a month without forgetting the support you’ve received from all of them. Now you’re fully capable.  “(y\n) I have something for you” said Mikey holding a bag “what is it?” “as you know you’ll participate in the next mission that’s why you need a uniform right?” Mikey and Draken saw how you’re eyes lit up and how you held your hands together to your chest waiting for Mikey to show you the uniform. “Tada” you gasped when you saw it, it was similar to theirs but a bit girlish. “C’mon put it on ..We’ll wait you out there” you grabbed the uniform quickly changing into it. It hugged your body perfectly, you lifted your hair up in a ponytail and put on your fav boots and headed out to join the others. The moment you stepped out all the eyes fell on your figure. You smiled in satisfaction “wow” said Mitsuya “you look so gorgeous” he added taking your hand spinning you. All of them made comments on how beautiful and how the uniform suited you perfectly. But Draken kept his distance looking at you without making any comment; he didn’t even tease you as usual or insult you. You looked at him and your eyes met, you were about to say something but he turned his back and left. You felt your heart ache a bit, why would he do that? You didn’t do anything wrong to him to earn his hate. Your expressions changed and looked down. Everyone else noticed how upset you were but only a few knew that it was because of Draken. You excused yourself and followed Draken. “Draken” you yelled searching for him, he vanished. You got enough of his behavior and attitude towards you. You wanted to make everything clear and talk it out with him. You were busy searching…everywhere. “Oh look who’s here” but before you can turn around you got hit on the back of your head making you fall down unconscious.*Time skip* “hey hey wake up” said someone slapping your face. Your vision was a bit blurry becoming clear slowly. Your head was spinning. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t as your hands and legs were tied to a chair. “Remember me beautiful?” “You asshole” you said trying to get rid of your dizziness. “We will keep you here and tomorrow you’ll go with us to the big fight I’m sure your friends want to see you”. *Meanwhile* “do you think they’re alright?” “maybe they’re arguing again” “Draken can be an asshole sometimes”.. the boys were busy talking about you both when Draken arrived “did someone mention my name?” “ken-chin finally you’re here, you spent a long time out with (y\n)! did you make sure to walk her home?” “(y\n)?” he said clearly confused “b-but we weren’t together” everyone panicked, their eyes widened “s-she went after you when you left” “it was your fault in the first place” said Mitsuya eyes burning with anger, he grabbed Draken by his collar pushing him to the wall “you made her upset, whenever she tries to talk with you, you push her away” “WHAT THE FUCK MITSUYA, OUR RELATIONSHIP IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” “she’s my best friend so it is MY BUSINESS” “best friend you say huh? Because it doesn’t seem like that…both of you look like lovers so stop hiding behind your ‘bestfriend’ thing” “you’re really an asshole Draken” both of them started fighting throwing punches and insults at each other’s faces, everyone struggled to pull them away from each other “STOP BOTH OF YOU” shouted Takemichi “how can you both be so careless about (y\n), do you really care about her?” said Mikey angrily “we don’t know anything about her, she may be caught by that bastard and you’re here fighting over you stupid feelings” exclaimed Baji, both of them looked down realizing their mistakes “instead of running away Draken, you could have talked to her and stop hiding your feelings” said Pah-chin  “what feelings” he said looking up, eyes wide and heart racing in his chest, does he really have feelings for you. Questions burned in his throat but he’s the one who have answer he just gotta look deep down…in his heart. “We don’t have time for that we have to go and look for her now”. Everyone rushed ready to get on their motorcycles when someone called Mikey. *On the phone* “Mikey I bet you’re worried as hell now” “you motherfucker where did you take her?” “calm down she’s safe..well for now at leas-“ Draken rushed to Mikey and snatched the phone “if you dare to lay a finger on her I’ll chop your hands off” “oh it’s you vice-president..your little girl is with us..she just needs some punishment for what she’s done to our fighters” “don’t you dare..I’ll end your life” “little girl was looking for you everywhere screaming your name…easy to catch, too distracted that we caught her easily” “I’ll find you and I’ll kill you” “no need to find me, we’ll be at the big fight tomorrow and she’ll come along” then he hung up. Draken’s hands were shaking with anger..his heart almost reaching his throat. “Ken-chin! What did he say?” he was just looking down, thinking about you about the possibility of you getting hurt and it was because of him..Because he was a coward running away from you..running away from his feelings. At that moment he realized how much you’re important to him and how he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe..was it love?..he realized how his heart skips a bit whenever he sees your face..how he feels like punching something when he sees you with Mitsuya. Was it a coincidence? “no” he said to himself..it was love. “Draken for god’s sake focus” he snapped out of his thoughts, veins popping in his face and neck “he said that he’ll bring her tomorrow to our big fight” Mitsuya approached Draken and said putting his hand on his shoulder “you’re the only one who knows very very well that (y\n) is so strong, she doesn’t give up easily no matter what..stay strong for her” “if something happens to her I’ll never forgive myself”..that’s the first time everyone get to see Draken sad like that..he’s usually strong, never showing his weak side to the point that everyone doubts if he actually has a weakness “we can’t leave her there” said Chifuyu out of the blue “we can’t wait till the morning” “fuck of course we can’t” all the boys gathered setting a plan then all of them rushed to their motorcycles, Mikey gave Draken a comforting smile, squeezing his hand softly “everything will be okay..stay strong ..for her..she needs you the most”. *Meanwhile* “That vice-president was extremely worried about you..haha love birds” “should we touch what’s his this time?” “l-love?...don’t you dare touch me I’LL KILL YOU” you yelled your lungs out. That man approached you slowly his hand grabbing your neck and his nose nuzzled in your ear whispering “shh stay still  beautiful we still have a long night ahead” “you fucker you’ll pay for this” he lips now were on your neck sucking on your soft skin…tears streamed down your cheeks “ stop yelling, instead let me hear you moan”. That guy wasn’t planning to do something serious to you he just wanted to give you a hickey for Draken to see, he wanted nothing than to make him suffer. Draken was able to take him down in almost every fight and now he can take his revenge by marking his girl. His lips then moved to your face but you were able to hit him with your forehead..he put his hand on his nose and slapped you. It was the moment Toman arrived..the fight reserved for tomorrow started earlier than it was expected “oh shit” said that guy  “how did they find us…come here we need to hide you” you started screaming and bit his hand when he tried to cover your mouth. “leave her alone” said Draken entering the room “ I said leave . her . alone “ gritting his teeth, the guy pushed you making you fall and run towards Draken thinking he stands a chance against him. Draken punched the guy but unexpectedly two others appeared from behind and grabbed Draken’s hands “DRAKEN BE CAREFUL” you yelled “let go of him” “(y\n) are you insane, we came here to save you just go, leave this place” “no Draken please..” you said failing to hold you tears, your nose was bleeding. Draken was unable to move his hand in their strong grip  and the other guy held a stick ready to him but you ran and threw yourself in front of Draken receiving the hit. You fell in Draken’s chest, your forehead bleeding you looked up at him and smiled your eyes slowly closing. The Toman joined you there and beat the shit out of the others. “(y\n) wake up please..please” said Draken brushing his shaking fingers against your cheeks a tear fell on his face “let’s take her to the hospital” said Mitsuya..all of them were worried about you. “what’s that is that a-“ Draken’s eyes widened when he saw the hickey, he put you down gently and went to that guy, he was already on the ground, he passed out from all the punches “you dare to touch her and put your filthy lips on her…I swear I’ll smash your face” everyone pulled him away before he could kill him, he probably succeeded in breaking his nose. “guys (y\n)! she’s moving” yelled Chifuyu to be joined by the others “slowly..help her sit” “ahh m-my head” you said holding your head “i-it h-hurts” their eyes softened at your sight. They brought you water and Mikey gave you something sweet to eat so you can gain your energy, luckily he moves around with snacks in his pocket. Baji wiped your blood and tied your hair so you can breathe comfortably. Now you’re fully awake munching on the dorayaki, sitting on the ground “do you feel better?” you hummed in response “did he do something to you, did he touch you?”asked Draken, you shook your head “he tried to kiss my lips but it hit him” his fists are now clenching and kicked the chair making you flinch “damn Draken calm down, she’s safe now” everyone excused themselves to give you privacy so you and Draken can talk. There you were, looking at each other awkwardly “You joining our gang was the biggest mistake that Mikey has ever done” “really Draken? After all of this you’re insisting on insulting me huh? You didn’t get enough of hurting my feelings don’t you?” now your eyes watering, tears threatening to fall again but you aggressively blinked them away. “look at you beaten up and you’re not expecting me to worry about you? That fucker tried to kiss you or maybe even fuck you” “but he didn’t and I’m safe now” “why did you throw yourself like that, why did you receive the hit?” “is this how you thank someone for helping you..tch” “I’m supposed to keep you safe it’s not your job to help me” “and you’re not my bodyguard Draken I’m part of Toman now I believe I fought till the end-“ “you can’t get hurt” “why? Does it matter to you? You hurt my feelings on a daily basis, did you consider that? Ofc not” “I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED” “WHY DRAKEN WHY WOULD YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE YOU HATE?” “I FUCKING LOVE YOU (y\n)” both of you stopped in tracks, you looked at him in shock, did he just confess his feelings? You thought he hated you “w-what ? D-draken ?” he looked away “yes i-I do” “you idiot all this time I thought you hated me” you said grabbing his collar and gently punching his chest “I felt hopeless and now you didn’t even confess properly…aggressive as always tch” “you’re unbelievable I told you that I love you what I am supposed to do get on one knee?” “save that to the proposal.. you’re really a dumb  who acts smart” “p-proposal?” “hey calm down I’m just kidding, gosh “ “no no I promise I’ll propose to you one day” you smiled at his sudden softness “oh you’re being soft now” you teased “you’re really getting on my nerves now…just shut up” “make me” you said smirking…man that drove him crazy he approached you, held your little face in his big hand and planted a kiss on your lips, you growled a bit and then pulled away “what you didn’t like the ki-“ “ no no it’s just I have a cut on my lip so kissing hurts a bit” you said blushing “oh okay I’m sorry” “I didn’t say you can’t kiss me tho” you ended your sentence by pulling him to you, kissing his lips hungrily, you wrapped your arms around his neck, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso his arms holding your hips, his lips moved to your neck kissing each part of it and sucking at your skin “you . belong . to . me”, you pulled away trying to catch your breath, your head fell on his shoulder, you hugged him tight and whispered a soft ” I love you too Draken”. He then put you on your feet and walked you to his motorcycle, everyone was waiting for you “guys we heard everything” joked Baji “yeah guys you were really really loud” everyone laughed and you were a blushing mess “ I can’t believe it..that’s what you call a (y\n) effect, Draken you’re really blushing”. After that you went back to Mikey’s house , you told your family that you’ll spend the night with Emma. *At Mikey’s house* “ take off your shirt” said Draken holding the aid kit “why is it bothering you that much?” you teased “just take it off right now” “no why would I do it…em I’m not ready yet” “huh? Isn’t obvious? I have to check your wounds” “oh is that so” you gasped dramatically. “Eventually I’ll see you naked so no need to be shy now”. You slowly took off your shirt but you still have your sports top on. He gently massaged your shoulder and your back and treated each wound carefully, he left soft kisses on the back of your neck. “c’mon lay on bed now, take those pills they’re helpful for your headache” he kissed your temple and held his jacket ready to leave but you stopped him  “can you stay here for tonight?” “really?” “yeah ask Mikey if it’s okay to stay over” “..that’s my second house so I don’t need his permission..move to the side a bit” you did as he said then he laid next to you, he pulled the covers up and put his arms on your waist spooning you. Your bodies pressed to each other. Feeling each part of you. He kissed your head and whispered a “sleep tight my little fighter”. Both of fell asleep quickly, after an exhausting evening. Sleeping soundly in each other’s embrace. “shh they’re sleeping” “they’re so cute together” said the boys and Emma as they entered the room, they didn’t expect to see Draken cuddling next to you but it was a cute view the big strong bear being soft and cuddly for the first time. Mitsuya was so happy for both of you, he really considered you as his best friend more like a sister. All of them were extremely happy, finally Draken found his soulmate. All of them are ready to fight for both of you and to protect you and your relationship no matter what. “ah I’m jealous now Draken will be so protective over her, we won’t be able to spend much time with her” Said Takemichi pouting “Nah guys don’t worry (y\n) will always remain Toman’s little fighter.” Said Mikey proudly. All of them spent the night there they even fell asleep in the same room, so when you wake up in the morning don’t freak out when you see all of them sleeping  peacefully.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers draken #draken x reader #draken x y/n #tokyo revengers masterlist #tokyo revengers imagines #sano manjiro #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #draken oneshot #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo manji gang #toman x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #draken headcanons #tokyo revengers mikey

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Cramps. | N.L. (+ D.T & S.F.)

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come and check up on her.

warnings: pain, periods, bleeding, swearing, we know how it is.

i’m on my period rn, & these three boys are my fav characters so this is mostly to comfort me (and idk if you guys can even relate, but my periods get THIS bad) (edit: this was NOT supposed to be this long but oh well i love these three)

gryffindor reader! (but anyone can read obv)

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somehow, you had managed to make it through the previous school day. but, the whole time your stomach felt like it was completely turning on you, and with every step you took, the bleeding was so heavy. you couldn’t even remember the last time you went through so many pads and tampons in one day.

on top of that, you were an absolute emotional wreck. and, that became apparent to neville when seamus laughed over tripping over your shoe lace, and you looked up at your three best friends with tears in your eyes.

“merlin, y/n! i was only messing with you! what’s wrong?” seamus furrowed his eyebrows at you, only for you to bend down and groan in pain as you attempted to tie your loose shoe laces.

“i can’t do it!” you whined, a tear finally escaping your tired eyes. you stood up, and sniffled, not noticing the genuine concerned looks plastered across the three boys’s faces.

and then, if things couldn’t get any worse, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to meet a terrified looking ron and harry, staring down at your legs,

“y-y-y/n... blood! t-t-there’s blood running down your legs!”

you looked down, and sure enough, there was a bunch of it. you automatically began to cry, and the sobbing only got worse as you realized that this was happening in front of not one, not two, but five boys.

“nev—neville... p-please give me your jacket...” you choked out, rushing as the blood seeped between your thighs. he did so quickly, tossing it to you, and your tied it around your waist before running into the nearest bathroom.

“why would you point that out?” dean asked ron, eyeing him,

“what?! would it be better for her to stay like that the rest of the day?” the ginger snapped back, still not putting two and two together. ron wasn’t exactly wrong, but his execution was awful.

the boys sighed, deciding that maybe waiting outside the bathroom would do you some good. but, unfortunately, as 15 minutes passed, you never came out.

“m-m-maybe someone should go and get hermione. or lavendar. or one of the parvati twins?” neville suggested, scratching the back of his neck. seamus shrugged, honestly clueless on how to handle the whole situation.

luckily, a saving grace skipped by, grabbing the attention of all of the boys,

“ginny!” ron called out, and she stopped in her tracks, “thank merlin you’re here!”

the look on her face was questionable as harry, ron, neville, dean, and seamus all stared at her.

“w-what?”

dean spoke up first, more than concerned, “y/n went in there. she—she had—blood running down her legs. and, she started crying...”

that’s all it took for ginny to nod her head, “okay. you guys go ahead. i’ll take care of her!”

they did so reluctantly, more so your three best friends. as ron and harry wanted to be away from the whole scenario as soon as possible.

and, that was the last they heard from you yesterday. today, they waited for you to come down from the girl’s dorm, but you never came.

they waited for you in the great hall, but again, you never came.

little did they know, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing from the excruciating pain that filled your whole body. this cycle was hitting you like a truck, and you’d wished that somehow you had been more prepared for it.

hermione had left you reluctantly that morning, never seeing a fellow girl having such a bad period before. you had cried all night, and you and her both had barely gotten any sleep. so that’s why when neville saw hermione drifting off to sleep during a shared class, he was absolutely baffled.

as that same class ended, the three boys caught up with hermione,

“hey, granger! where’s y/n?” seamus asked, and she rubbed her eyes.

“she—um—“ a yawn interrupted her response, “she’s in our dorm. she doesn’t feel well.”

neville’s mouth went agape, and he finally put two and two together.

“i wouldn’t go and see her, though. you guys embarrassed her yesterday. she told me all about ronald, and ginny, and seamus. she’s really upset, and... she’s just in a lot of pain. so, just let her be for a while.”

and with that, she left the three boys. they gave each other weird looks, mentally questioning each other.

you on the other hand at this time, were crying as you changed out your bed sheets for the second time that day. it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable experience to have to explain to a house elf why you needed a bunch of new clean sheets.

dinner soon came, and even then, the boys expected to see you sitting with them, eating and laughing. but, you still hadn’t left that dorm.

so, neville packed some extra food, and the three made a journey to gryffindor tower, just to see if they could break the rules to make sure you weren’t dying. (of course, all three of them were convinced that you were on your death bed.)

they slipped past the prefect, climbing up the stairs to your dorm.

dean was just about to knock when they all heard your voice,

“stop, hermione! please! i don’t care that i missed my classes! i’ve been puking all day, bled on my bed, almost shit my pants four times, so, i really don’t care about snape and what he said about me! piss off!”

seamus’s lips curled, and the sound he let out could only be described as pure disgust. but, neville nudged him,

“she can’t help it. don’t be like that...” he whispered, still not sure if you were alright with visitors at the moment.

“well, i’m sorry! but, dean, neville, and seamus are all worried about you! they—“

that’s when they heard a blood curdling scream, and it sounded exactly like you. it made them jump,

“I WANT TO KILL MYSELF! FUCK!”

“don’t say that! it’s only for a few days, y/n! i told you i would help you with anything you needed!”

“then you can start by fucking off! go away!”

the boys looked at each other,

“maybe—“

“yeah—“

“later.”

they all mutually agreed, and ran down the stairs before hermione had the chance to see them.

they settled in the common room, deciding to do their homework until they knew it was a safe call to go and see you. they all worried about you tremendously, as they had never heard you talk to a fellow friend like that. you simple weren’t that type of person in their eyes. you had always been patient with people, so it was a wonder to them how you loved them so much.

they spotted ginny, walking up to the girl’s dormitories with a glass of ice cream in hand. they naturally assumed it was for you. and truth be told, when ginny entered with a sweet smile on her face, holding the cold treat, you realized you had never been more happy to see a weasley before.

as pathetic as it sounded, you cried to ginny while eating the chocolate ice cream. you sobbed to her about all the events of that day, and the day before. your crush on neville and how you believed he didn’t feel the same, the way that seamus chewed too loudly, and how hermione was too uptight sometimes. she simply listened, knowing that’s all she could really do.

finally, the three boys saw ginny coming down the the glass now empty, and they ran up to her,

“is she okay?”

“what’s happening?”

“can we go and see her?”

she chuckled and shook her head them, “she’s fine, you guys. calm down. i’m not so sure if she’ll want to see you guys, but you guys can sure try.”

they all three looked at each other, slightly terrified.

but, they sucked it up and made their way up again. of course, seamus couldn’t hold back from making a snide comment,

“i swear, if i get a book thrown at my head and end up in the hospital wing with a concussion, i’m blanking it on neville.”

“why me?!” neville scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“because! you fancy her and are the most worried about her! she’s just on her period! is it really that big of a deal?”

before neville could answer, dean cut in, “yes, seamus. it is a big deal. maybe not to us, but to her it is. try bleeding out of your dick for a week while your inside are ripping apart!”

if you would’ve been present, you definitely wouldn’t hugged dean for that one.

they finally arrived, and they argued for a moment over who would be the once to knock on the door. it felt like they were stepping into a death trap. finally, neville agreed to do it.

he did so gently,

“what?” you asked, “who is it?”

dean and seamus eyed each other, definitely panicking.

“erm—it’s... us...”

you groaned, and looked down at your state. you were only in your bra and underwear, trash bucket in your lap, nausea getting the best of you... again.

but, you figured seeing your three best friends would bring you some comfort. this wasn’t their fault, and you didn’t want to take it out on them anymore.

“um... you can come in, but warning! i’m—“

before you could warn them, the door flew open,

“naked...” you breathed out, looking down at the trash can.

they all went wide eyed, and neville covered dean and seamus’s eyes with his hands, and closed his own.

“close the door, you gits!”

neville did so with his foot, still covering everyone’s eyes. you let out a small chuckle at the fact, and shook your head.

“you guys can look, you know. you act like we haven’t been best friends since first year.”

“b-b-but you’re—naked!” dean responded, through neville still keeping his own hand over the boy’s face.

you pursed your lips as you felt vomit climbing it’s way up your throat, “who—“

that’s when they heard it. the violent sound of puking. neville thanked merlin that his eyes were closed, because he probably would’ve puked too.

“who cares?” you breathed out, wiping the slobber from your chin. that’s when seamus took neville’s hand away from his eyes, and realized how you looked.

you looked unrecognizable almost. you looked exhausted, pale, and like you had just been hit by twenty cars at one time. your eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and your hair was definitely not put together like it usually was. makeup was smeared all down your face, makeup from the day before that you simply didn’t have the motivation to get up and wash off. but, seamus couldn’t help but notice your bra and underwear.

“you—“ he chuckled, “you have teddy bears on your undergarments, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw, and tightened your grasp around the trash can, narrowing your eyes at him. his eyes widened,

“kidding! i was only kidding! they suit you well!”

finally, dean shoved neville’s hand off as well, and neville opened his eyes back up reluctantly. neville and dean took in your state, much less of a laughing matter to them, as they were more of the calm friends.

“merlin, y/n... are you alright?” neville asked, approaching you slowly. you shook your head,

“i’m dying...”

the three boys gasped, and you looked at them funny, “i’m kidding... but i feel like i might...”

that settled their nerves a bit, the theory of you dying slowly fading away. you spit in the trash can, and set it back down on the floor. of course, seamus being the curious cat he is, looked in the trash can.

“don’t look at my vomit, finnigan! don’t you have any manners?”

he jumped back, and nodded his head.

“what are you guys doing here, anyway?” you asked, laying down fully on the bed, stomach and legs exposed.

“well—we know—you—you sorta—“

neville sighed at dean’s awkwardness about the whole situation, “we know you’re on your period. and, we know that you’re in a lot of pain. and, we just wanted to come and check up on you.” he glanced at the other two boys, “right?”

“yeah, definitely!”

“totally!”

you giggled at seamus and dean, “oh, what gentlemen. how could i ever thank you?”

seamus couldn’t hold it in. the comment just slipped from his lips,

“well, seeing you in your bra and underwear is thanks enough in my book!” he joked, nudging dean.

surprisingly, the only one who laughed beside seamus... was you. this surprised the boys, as you were sure that would earn seamus that book to his temple, or at least a smack to the face. but, it didn’t.

“see? i told you guys she’s fine! she’s laughing like she always does!”

neville seemed to look over at you for reassurance, just to make sure that seamus hadn’t crossed a boundary with one of his crude jokes. it was something that seamus had done quite a few times, without even realizing it, but it was simply because he didn’t know how to put a filter on. you knew at the end of the day that seamus wasn’t trying to disrespect you. plus, it was something you had go get used to, being one of his best friends and all.

at one point, the boys had eased into the floor, getting things for you if you needed it. seamus even asked why exactly girls even got periods, and you explained it to him in full detail.

“so... like—the inside of your uterus is actually tearing? i thought dean was joking about that!”

you shook your head, “unfortunately, it’s not a joke, finnigan. it’s very real...”

“well, is it this bad for all girls?”

“no, actually. some girls only bleed for a couple of days, and it’s very light. they can go without cramps, puking... lucky bitches!”

that’s when the boys fell silent, even seamus himself. until he raised an eyebrow,

“is it bad that i’m kinda curious? you know—to see how it feels to... bleed... down—there...”

dean furrowed his eyebrows, but neville nodded his head in agreement.

“well, boys... i can’t make you bleed out your dick for seven days straight... but, i can punch you guys in the stomach with full force and show you how cramps feel!”

collectively, they all disagreed, which caused you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“but—it can’t be that bad, right? i mean, everyone can get a stomach ache...” dean questioned, but unsure of what he had just said.

“let me put it to you like this, thomas. imagine the weasley twins sneaking a muggle laxative into your morning pumpkin juice...” you started, “but that stomach pain for a whole week.”

dean put his head down, finally understanding. no wonder you had talked about almost shitting your pants.

that’s when the door swung open, revealing a surprised hermione,

“y/n! where are your clothes?! boys are in here! and plus, they’re not even supposed to be in here, anyway!” she snapped, immediately storming over to your closet, and pulling out a random shirt, throwing it at you.

“but, it’s too hot! and, any tightness hurts!”

“i don’t care! i couldn’t imagine sitting around with ronald and harry with my—lady parts hanging out!”

you chuckled at her hidden shaming, quite used to it by now. “oh, whatever, granger! it’s the same difference as a bathing suit! lighten up!”

seamus and dean snickered at the look on her face, and the way she stormed out.

“she’s right, y/n. not about—you know, we don’t care... but, just—seamus will be talking about it for the rest of his natural life if you keep your clothes off any longer.” neville stated, standing up and taking his sweater off. he passed it to you, making sure not to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable.

you smiled at the kind gesture. sure, it was a sweater, and you probably should choose the lighter t-shirt that hermione had snagged out for you. but, it was neville’s sweater, so, how could you refuse?

you slipped it on over your head, and pulled your hair through the hole. it was quite comfortable, and you were just the right amount of warm and cool. so, it worked out in the end. “thank you, longbottom. that was sweet.”

his face turned red at the small grin etched upon your face, but he shook it off and sat back down on the floor.

you all began talking again, not even noticing when seamus had gotten bored and ancy, and started snooping in your drawers. but, his eyes went wide at the sight of something in your drawer. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment.

“uh... y/n...” he started, voice a bit shaky, “what’s this?”

he held it up, and you, dean, and neville all looked over.

“that’s a tampon, finnigan. i use it when i’m on my period so the blood doesn’t leak out.”

he took a beat of silence as he connected the dots, and his eyes seemed to widen even more,

“and... you have to put this where exactly?”

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville x reader #neville longbottom smut #dean thomas #dean x reader #dean thomas imagine #dean thomas smut #seamus finnigan #seamus finnigan imagine #seamus x reader #seamus finnigan smut

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Devil in disguise... Part 4/?

Lee Bodecker x reader

<Part 3<

Warnings: swearing, mentions of masterbation (m)

Your grandpa wasn't a vilant man. He never laid a hand on your grandmother or your mother. Your grandpa vowed to protect you, his little grand baby, until the day he dies. So when Lee told him about what happened at the diner with Bobby-Ray, your grandpa wanted to beat the little punk black and blue. Thankfully Lee was able to convince him not to do anything that might land himself in jail.

"Just a second!" You called out to whoever was knocking on the front door and pulled the freshly baked cookies out of the oven. "Coming!" You called out as they knocked again.

You quickly walked to the front door, wiping your hands on your apron before pulling the door open.

"Oh, Sheriff, I wasn't expecting to see you this morning?" You smiled sweetly at him.

Lee smiled back, "Just wanted to check in, after yesterday."

You nodded. "Oh, okay... Would you like to come in? I just made some cookies."

Lee's smile grew. "That would be mighty kind of you, Sugar."

You stepped aside and let the Sheriff in. "Grandpa isn't here, I'm afraid. He's at church. So you're stuck with just me." You joked.

"You know that don't bother me, Sugar." He winked at you with a smile making you blush.

"Coffee?"

"Thank you," Lee nodded and popped his hat on the chair beside him as he sat at the kitchen table.

Lee watched in silence as you moved around the kitchen, smiling to himself as he caught the faint humming coming from your mouth. You were the perfect vision of what he thought his wife would look one day. And he was fool.

"How ya' feelin'?" Lee asked looking up after you placed his coffee in front of him.

You hummed, and turned back to face the counter. "Grateful for you." You smiled over your shoulder at him, catching the light blush as he looked down.

Lee cleared his throat, "How are you though, Y/N?"

"... A little shaken, I guess, hence why I ain't at church. Plus, I knew Bobby-Ray and his mother would be there so," You shook your head and focused on the cookies.

It was a new recipe that you tried so you were excited for someone to try them.

"Would you like to try a cookie? It's a new recipe." You smiled at the Sheriff as you placed the plate of cookies before him.

Lee licked his lips, "You know I can't say no to your cookies." He smirked as he picked one and looked up at you. "What's new about them?" He asked.

"Chocolate." You smiled and sat down beside him.

Lee frowned in confusion. "I've tried your chocolate chip cookies before, Sugar."

You shook your head with a grin, "Just try, and you'll see."

"You ain't poisoning me, are ya?" He joked making you roll your eyes playfully at him. He chuckled before he lifted the cookie to his mouth and took a decent bite out of it. "... Hmm-mm." Lee groaned from deep in his chest.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of pleasure the Sheriff made. That was unexpected.

"Damn, Sugar," Lee stared at the melted chocolate in the middle of his cookie. "These might be the best I've ever tasted."

You cleared your throat and stood up, turning back to the counter. "Oh, I'm glad." You gulped, trying to calm your nerves.

Lee licked his lips as he watched you, smiling to himself. "What ya' got planned for the rest of the day?"

"Nothin'. I got all my chores done this mornin', bein' up before the sun." You sighed. "Grandpa'll be out all day, drinkin' I reckon. So, might have an early night, maybe pamper myself with a long soak in the tub." You giggled and turned back to face Lee.

Lee stared into nothing, thinking about what you'd just said. "... Sounds, interesting." He cleared his throat and picked up another cookie.

"Are you working patrols all day? I could pack you some cookies up. Or maybe some lunch. A thank you for last night." You smiled and went over to the refrigerator. You bent over, almost directly in front of Lee as you looked inside.

"Dear... Lord," Lee said under his breath before he cleared his throat. "Uh, no, I'm in the station today." He sighed, "There's quite a bit of paperwork to catch up on that I ain't looking forward to." He looked up just as you turned to face him with things to make a sandwich. "Plus, the damn receptionist ain't in either so, I've got extra stress with that." He huffed.

"You know I'm always free to help out if you need it, Sheriff." You smiled at him before going over to the counter to make him a sandwich.

Lee thought to himself for a minute. The thought of spending all day with you was worrying. He wasn't sure he'd be able to focus, but it would be a big help to have you there. "If you don't mind, Sugar."

You turned around to face him with an excited look in your eyes. "Really? Wouldn't I get in the way?"

"Nah," Lee smiled, "You'll be doing me a favour and keeping me company."

You nodded. "Okay. Sure. That sounds fun."

"Okay." Lee quickly stood up, grabbing his hat from the chair beside him. "You make up two sandwiches, and I'll make sure the cruiser is clean for your pretty dress."

Your brow pinched together as you looked down to your dress in confusion.

"It was last night. What could have gotten it so dirty since then?" You joked.

Lee shook his head. "Nothing... I swear. I just... would, hate for you to get some, dirt or anything, on-" He didn't finish his sentence before running out of the house. He had to get rid of that damn Pepsi cup before you got in.

It wasn't his fault, if anything it was yours. You looked so pretty last night, then you needed to be saved and looked after by him. Plus, you cried and tucked yourself close to him, under his arm as he drove you home. He was fucking hard after he dropped you off. He had to do something to get rid of it, and the cup was just sitting there as he thought about you. Your scent still lingering in the air.

"Fuck," Lee grunted feeling his dick twitching in his pants as he thought back.

Lee had to sit in the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white as he closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing even and his dick soft.

"All clean, Sheriff?" You asked with a cheerful smile as you approached the cruiser.

Lee gulped, nodding his head as he got out of the cruiser. "All clean." He forced a smile as he walked around to the passengers side and opened the door for you. "You bring any cookies?" He asked in a playful tone, making you giggle.

"Of course I did, Sheriff."

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Lee had every intention on setting you up at the desk in reception when the two of you arrived at the station, but then the dumb young deputies opened their mouths and made some sexual comment about you in front of him, so he steered you towards his office instead, sending the deputies a glare over his shoulder. His desk was big enough to share. It just meant he definitely wouldn't be able to focus on anything today.

"I've finished with these, Sheriff. Is there somewhere they need to go?" You asked as you held up the last envelope you'd just finished writing an address on.

Lee nodded, "There's a box out front, they'll get posted tonight."

"Okay," You smiled and pushed your chair back. "I'll got do that so they don't get lost."

"Thank you, Sugar." Lee smiled softly at you before you opened the door.

He let out a heavy sigh and sat back in his chair finally able to breath as you left his office. He'd been reading the same sentence for the last half hour after you had bent down to pick something up off the floor that he had dropped. He saw right down the top of your dress, instantly making him hard and pull himself further under his desk so you didn't see.

"So, you the Sheriff's new personal secretary, darlin'?" He heard one of his deputies ask through the open door.

Lee listened carefully with a frown. He heard you sigh before you answered. "I'm just lending a hand, that's all."

"I bet. Left or right?" Another asked, cracking up along with the other deputy.

Lee quickly stood up and pushed his chair back. He marched over to the door and opened it so it didn't make a noise, wanting to scare the deputies when he yelled at them for slacking off.

"Sometimes, I don't even use my hands." You answered back.

When Lee stepped out he saw the two deputies were speechless as you said goodbye and headed back to Lee's office.

He smirked down at you as you slipped passed him before he turned his attention back to his deputies. "Back to work!" He ordered before slamming his office door shut. "Everythin' okay, Sugar?"

You nodded, "Yes, Sheriff." You grinned. "Everythin' is good."

"Good." Lee nodded, looking away from you. "Hmm, if you could do these for me, Sugar, that would be great." He smiled, lifting up a stack of papers off his desk.

You nodded, quickly skipping over to him. "Of course, Sheriff." You smiled sweetly at him and took them from him, your fingers lightly grazing his, making you blush slightly.

It took everything in you not to look up and stare at him, to admire his handsome face as the room fell silent. Being so close to Lee for so long was nerve wrecking. He always smelt so good, and his smile always made your heart skip and when he smirked, your knees almost buckled. And when he spoke, it sent shivers down your spine. Sometimes it was smooth and soft, other times it was rough and deep. And when he yelled (not that it was often around you), but when he did, it made you dizzy with excitement.

The hours quickly ticked by and before you knew it, Lee had pulled up outside your home. The lights were on and your grandpa's old truck was parked in its usual spot indicating he had gotten home just fine.

"Thank you for today, Sheriff." You smiled at him.

Lee chuckled, "It should be me thankin' you, Sugar. You really helped me out." He spoke softly with a smile.

You blushed looking down to your lap. "It was nothin'." You shrugged it off.

Lee shook his head. "No, it was. You didn't need to help out like you did." He smiled, running his knuckles across your cheek. "But you did, because your sweet, and kind."

You blushed with a small smile.  "... Oh, well, thank you." You let out a nervous giggle. "I best get inside. Grandpa'll be getting' worried if I'm out any longer." You smiled bashfully.

Lee nodded. "Okay then, Sugar, you go on in."

"Good night, Sheriff." You pushed yourself closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Your eyes widened a little when you realised what you'd done. You pulled back and met his stunned gaze. "I, hmm-"

The radio crackling to life interrupted the moment and gave you chance to bid Lee goodbye again before quickly sliding out of the cruiser.

What had you done? Why would you go and do something stupid like that? He probably thought you were just some stupid kid with a silly little crush on him. You had no doubt he was probably used to young girls fawning over him, and falling in love with him. But that didn't mean you hadn't just made a fool of yourself.

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[ginnympotter]

call it even

Chapter 2: for old times’ sake

A/N: uhhh so spoiler or whatever but this has a small amount of pretty mild smut? which i've never attempted i can't believe i'm pressing post on this thing please don't judge me lol you can also read this chapter on AO3

I’m parked between the Methodist and school.

She read the text, looked at herself in the mirror one more time, and braced herself. She took her coat off the hook and as she was zipping it up she heard her mother coming down the stairs. “Ginny, hun, are you going out?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing the doorknob, trying to get out as quick as she could.

But before she could walk out Molly asked, “You know Harry could have come in, right?”

She looked at her mother’s smug smile and groaned. “Goodnight, Mom,” and swung the door shut behind her.

She walked quickly two blocks down, turned right and crossed the street. It was easy to spot Harry’s old truck, not just because there were only 3 other cars parked on that road, but also because it stuck out like a sore thumb, and also was a staple in so many of their memories. She knocked on the passenger side’s window and opened the car door, hopping into the seat. She looked over at Harry to say hi, and saw him smiling. “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course,” Harry said as she shut the door. “But why did you make me park two blocks over?”

“Because I didn’t want it to be awkward, with me staying at my parents’ house, but it didn’t even matter because my mom just knew I was going to hang out with you.”

“Molly knows all.”

“Too much.” She looked over at their old high school building, and then at the field they were parked in front of, nostalgia filling her up. “Nice parking spot.”

“It’s weird working at the school we went to. Where those bleachers are,” Harry responded. She felt a tightness in her throat, feeling both excited and uneasy that he was already bringing these types of things up. “Remember how pissed Molly was when we skipped the prom?”

“Thank God she never found us under those,” Ginny heard herself respond. She and Harry looked at one another, twin smirks on their faces. The school bleachers might not be exactly the ideal, romantic place to lose your virginity, but for them it made total sense. She collected herself before her thoughts would get her carried away. “So, um, where to? Everywhere’s closed.”

“Did you eat already?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay, um...maybe we could just drive around for a bit? And then head back to my place for a glass of wine?”

Memories from last year flashed in her mind. She nodded and buckled herself in silently. He started the car, the engine gave a loud and disquieting noise, and then they took off. “I cannot believe this truck is still running.”

Harry lightly tapped the dashboard. “She never lets me down.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sniggered. She looked out the window as they drove down the roads. “Believe it or not I kind of missed this place. Has it changed at all?”

“The same as it ever was,” Harry responded. “But I know you don’t like it that way.”

His eyes were on the road but she could feel what he meant without seeing his face. “I do, sometimes,” she clarified, hoping he would hear her for what she meant. “Is Dumbledore still principal?”

“Yeah, he is,” Harry told her. “And McGonagall still teaches math.”

“You were always their favorite.”

“Dumbledore’s, maybe,” he shrugged. “But McGonagall? She still goes on about my dad. They have tea together like, once a month.”

“But McGonagall let you get away with basically everything. She was just sly about it.”

“Much to Snape’s chagrin.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me he still works there?”

“Unfortunately.” Ginny blanched, and Harry laughed in appreciation. “He was so pissed when Dumbledore hired me. I just avoid him at all costs.”

“I can’t believe you willingly accepted a job where you have to see Snape every day.”

“I know. It’s worth it, though. I really love teaching,” he said. They halted at a stop sign and he used the opportunity to look at her as he said, “You helped me realize that.”

“I was a great tutee, if I do say so myself,” she smiled. “How about the coaching bit? Did the kids ever recover from their loss?”

Harry drove them around all the backroads as he talked about coaching and working at the school. Much of the anxiety she was holding inside her had slowly melted away as they eased back into their regular rapport. Her heart felt like it doubled in size as he talked about his favorite students (though at first proclaiming, “I don’t play favorites, but…”). He asked her more about life in LA and her first year being a starter.

When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Ginny hung up her coat and watched as Harry’s eyes not so subtly raked over her body before he turned to his cabinet and took out two wine glasses. She sat in the same spot she did the last time she was on his sofa as Harry listed off various wine options. Harry updated her on all the most recent Tupelo gossip as they drank and reminisced on the different characters they grew up with. Every time he smiled she felt a piece of her heart break, she missed seeing it so much.

Harry must’ve sensed it- or perhaps he heard the crack inside her chest- as one of those times his smile dropped to a frown as he looked at her with concern. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ginny tried, taking the last sip of her wine and placing the glass down on the coffee table. She then noticed the People Magazine cover where she was in a little square on the top right for her interview with them last month.

She picked it up and held it in front of Harry, who suddenly turned red. “Er, I, um-” he stammered, and she laughed.

“Fred and George were just making fun of me for this yesterday at their party.”

“What’s to make fun of?” Harry asked, attempting to recover. “I think you did great.”

“Just a bit corny of a profile, I guess,” she responded. “Can I ask why you have it?”

Harry sighed, giving Ginny a very pointed look.

“What?”

“I have it because I was proud of you,” he replied carefully, taking another sip of his wine. “Is that a bad thing?”

And before she could register exactly what she was saying, the words “You could’ve texted me” flew out of her mouth.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “About the People profile?”

“Sure,” she said. Her brain telling her shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, but her mouth continued. “Or any other time before that. Or after I left this apartment after my brother’s wedding.”

Just as quickly as Harry’s face reddened before, it had now drained of all color. “I, er… I don’t-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat. “You could’ve texted me too, you know.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Ginny,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. Can’t we just...enjoy our time together while you’re here? Before you leave in a few days? I don’t want to fight.”

“Why didn’t you?” she repeated, more quietly this time.

“You know why,” he said defiantly, in an equally low voice.

“I don’t, actually.”

He groaned, putting his glass down next to hers before looking at her intensely. He looked tired, sad. “Because the only thing I wanted to text you was to ask you to stay. And I couldn’t ask that; it wouldn’t be right.”

She had an inkling that this would be his answer, but it still felt nice to hear him confirm it. “No, I suppose not.”

“And I wanted to text you so many times after, but… I was too afraid of what I’d say. And then too much time passed, and- I don’t know, I’m sorry, Gin.”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Harry blinked, taken aback by the abrupt question. “No,” he said.

“Neither am I,” she told him, and then moved closer to him, so close that their legs touched. “You’re right, you couldn’t ask me to stay. But… how about I stay the night, and we could call it even?”

It took Harry a moment to register her proposal. When he did, he swallowed, his adam’s apple protruding against his throat. “Are...are you sure?”

She decided then to let go of her inhibitions, to act on impulse and burning desire, and placed herself on his lap facing him, her knees tightly against his hips, her hands meeting on the back of his neck, lightly scratching the bottom of his scalp. “I’m sure.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Right, then,” he mumbled, and then his lips were crashing against hers, and his arms moved her impossibly closer to him. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept atop hers; Harry moaned as he did it, as Ginny moved her fingers through his hair and pressed her chest against his. They kissed passionately, slow and hot, then fast and urgent, then slowly again. They fell back into their rhythm seamlessly.

When Ginny pulled away to kiss his neck, Harry’s voice was raspy. “Fuck,” he exhaled. She moved her tongue lightly along his collar bone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear as she ground herself more firmly on his growing erection. He groaned, moving his hands to Ginny’s ass and cupping it. “Fuck,” he repeated. “I missed this. I missed you.”

She was too stimulated to think too much about his words for too long, but nevertheless, they still caused her heart to lurch. And hearing Harry express himself- even just the slightest showing of vulnerability from him- always turned her on even more. She blew hot air on his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and then pulled away to take off his sweater. He smiled in a daze as she got the sweater off of him and discarded it. He didn’t waste another second before throwing off his T-shirt (his glasses momentarily getting caught in the process) and then doing the same to her, so he could have the next several seconds to unhook her lacy blue bra and let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and admired the view of her chest, then glanced up at Ginny before touching her. She gave a quick nod and he let himself feel her breasts in his hands again for the first time in almost a year, massaging them gently, then with more power. Ginny felt herself grow hotter just watching how Harry responded to her. He leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, using his fingers to play with her left nipple in the way that always drove her mad. She allowed herself to enjoy it fully, moaning as she pleased, arching into him, pulling at his hair as he switched from one to the other.

Before long it was too much, and she grabbed his face and disconnected his mouth from her chest so she could kiss him again. She felt her lips tingle with the touch of his tongue, her skin burn as his hands moved to her back, running down slowly to her waistband, reaching under her pants to touch her bare ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks gently. God, she loved when he did that. After she kissed him thoroughly enough, and her pants felt too wet to wear anymore, she moved to undo Harry’s belt buckle, which in turn encouraged him to unzip her jeans. She removed herself from him so they could remove what was left of their clothes. Seeing how hard he was for her, full and bare, made her weak in the knees yet simultaneously at her most powerful. She pushed Harry back down on the couch, let her knees give in to the floor, and cupped his balls. “Ginny-” Harry grunted, but before anything else could come out of his mouth she took him in her own, licking up his length, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down.

It was only around thirty seconds later that Harry stopped her, pulling her head off of him. “Wait, wait, stop-”

Immediately, she felt embarrassed. “Was that...ok?”

“Oh, God, Ginny, of course, it was more than ok, it was fucking amazing but...but I want to help you out first. Please.”

“Harry, it’s fine-”

“No, please,” he said earnestly. “I want to. I really want to.”

She let go of him and nodded wordlessly. He helped her up, laid her down on the couch, and kissed her gently. He then whispered, “Let me make you happy.”

“You always make me happy,” she whispered back. His features changed from eager to wistful. He kissed her again, much more firmly this time, and then worked his mouth from her neck along her body, over each breast, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, before he reached his final destination. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he pressed his tongue up and down against her clit.

She didn’t have to think or speak or do anything; Harry knew exactly the way she liked it, no matter how much time in between their sexual activities passed, he never lost track of exactly what made her scream, what made her shake in ecstasy, as she did only a few minutes after he began. As she came down from her high, Harry kissed his way back up her body, until reaching her cheek, which he kissed delicately. “You feel good?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mm,” was all she could respond in the moment, panting from pleasure still.

He chuckled sweetly, kissing her cheek again, then her forehead, then her lips. Once her breathing had steadied somewhat, she heard him speak again. “What else do you want?”

“To fuck you,” she breathed out.

Harry moaned at her words as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth, the vibrations sending tingles down to her toes. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

“We can go to your bed for round two,” she told him, smiling widely. “But round one is happening right here, right now on this couch.”

“If you insist,” he said hoarsely, moving over her, wasting not another second. They had already lost enough time.

***

Behind her eyelids, Ginny could feel the light pouring into Harry’s bedroom. She felt a twinge of joy as she moved her arms to find Harry’s torso, but all she could find were the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that his side of the bed was empty. Her stomach fell as she scanned the room for him. She sat up and heard a bit of clanging around in the kitchen. The bedroom door was half-open. She rose from the bed, opened the drawer where Harry kept his t-shirts, and threw his go-to blue tee over her head. She stepped out of his room and walked down the hall to find Harry, wearing only a pair of boxers and his glasses, his hair as messy as ever, pouring an omelet onto a plate with expert ease.

“Morning,” she said quietly.

He turned to look at her and grinned, looking her over. “Morning. Nice shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone in there. I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

“That’s sweet, Harry.” She went to sit at the island and he waved his hands. “No, no, not here!”

“Excuse me?”

“Breakfast in bed ,” he clarified. “I’ll bring it in, you go relax, I just am finishing up on the home fries and then I’ll bring it right in.”

“You sure?”

He waved his spatula in the direction of his room. “Go on, now!”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him fondly before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Fine, but I’m using your bathroom first.”

“Do what you must.”

After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she settled back into Harry’s bed and scrolled through her phone. Only a few minutes later, Harry entered with their plates, handing one to her and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Her insides melted at the gesture. She softly thanked him, scooted over and dug in. Harry sat on his side but at the foot of the bed, his legs folded and his plate on his lap, that way he could face her. They ate in silence, exchanging occasional grins. She felt slightly distracted by his shirtless form and the way their feet touched. When she finished she handed Harry her plate. “That was delicious, thank you. Compliments to the chef.”

“My pleasure,” he told her. “I like cooking for people.”

“Perhaps if this teaching thing doesn’t work you can go to culinary school.”

“I know you’re joking, but I’d honestly consider it,” he said as he stacked their empty plates and leaned over to put them on his bedside table. He then sat beside her and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers. “What would you like to do today? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing plans…”

“I do have a hot date or two lined up, but I could always reschedule them for next year,” she joked.

“How kind of you,” he replied, picking up her hand and kissing it. Ginny was finding it hard to control herself with all the seemingly small, natural affection he was showing. “But really, anything in mind?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe we’d sleep in half the day- just for old times’ sake?”

Harry chuckled, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 10am. You want to go back to sleep?”

“Well, maybe not right away,” she said, lacking subtlety. “Thought we could do something to tire us out first.”

“Hmm,” Harry pretended to think. “What could that be?”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, and he sighed, using his free hand to cup her face. After kissing each other sweetly for a minute or two, Harry let go of her hand to grab her and pull her onto his lap. He quickly realized that other than his shirt she wasn’t wearing anything else at all, moaning as he grabbed her ass. He deepened the kiss and Ginny became wrapped up in its intensity, returning it right to him, her hands wrapped up in his hair. Although her body was in the driver’s seat, her mind and heart were racing, thinking about how much this man meant to her, how much she felt like herself when she was with him, how much he made her feel like she could do anything. She cherished every second she could steal with him, before all she’d have is memories to replay until the next time, cementing the feel and the taste of him into her brain. She didn’t want it to ever end.

But not before long, Harry seemed to slow down, and then he pulled away altogether. When Ginny leaned back in to continue the kiss, he barely reciprocated.

“Harry?” she asked, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I…” He looked at her and she could see the storm of emotions in his emerald eyes. He leaned his head against hers and exhaled. “I’m fine. But...can we pause this for a moment? Can we talk?”

A wave of dread washed over her as she nodded her head and removed herself from his lap. Sensing her tension, Harry grabbed her hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “What is it?” she asked reluctantly.

He inhaled deeply, his forehead creased. “When you leave later today, I… I don’t want it to be like last time.”

“Well, that’s easy then,” Ginny told him, attempting a smile. “All you have to do is text me when I land back in L.A. this time.”

“And what would that imply, exactly?” Harry questioned. “Me texting you, that is.”

“It-” but Ginny realized she didn’t really have an answer- or, at least, she couldn’t give the answer she really wanted. “It would mean that this wasn’t just some meaningless thing to you.”

Harry frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Is that what you really thought? Or what you’ll think if you leave later?”

Ginny considered his question. “I suppose not.”

“Of course not,” he corrected her, speaking with conviction as he squeezed her hand. “Ginny… I still-”

“Stop,” she interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”

She wanted to hear him say it, of course she did, but she would never be able to leave if she let him continue. She felt her heart break a bit at Harry’s disappointed expression. “What do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice quiet but his tone stabbing. “That I don’t care about you? That I don’t miss you? That I don’t think about you every time I try to date someone else? I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but I have to tell you, I can’t even fathom you thinking for even one second that anything between us could ever be meaningless to me. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I don’t know how to do this.”

“No,” she said as she put a hand on his leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, hearing all of that was too hard for her.  Knowing the feelings are mutual “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… The meaningless thing was an overreaction, alright? I know… we’ll always mean so much to each other.”

Harry sighed, closing his eyes, his thinking face on. Ginny knew that face too well, and she knew he was trying to work out in his mind how to phrase all his feelings. “I just don’t understand why we gave up two years ago. We did long distance from your senior year in high school through all of college and it was fine. I didn’t want to break up. But you were so insistent that this is what was best once you got a spot on the team and I didn’t want to feel like I had to persuade you to stay together and I just…”

Ginny’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was such an ache in his voice… it hurt her to hear. “I don’t know, Harry, I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing,” she settled on. How could she explain giving up on them to him? To herself? “College was one thing, but as working adults? It just felt like we’d never be in the same place, we’d never be able to actually spend time together… I didn’t want to hold you back. I didn’t realize you…that you would’ve… I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry.”

“No, I should’ve fought harder for us,” he told her, eyes blazing. “It’s not too late, is it?”

Ginny exhaled as Harry squeezed her hand again. “Harry, I can’t stay here-“

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to wait for me. I don’t know what’s going to come with my career.”

“I don’t care how far apart we are,” he asserted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else- I’ve tried, and I’m sure you have too, but we always end up back here, don’t we?  I want to be with you. We can figure the rest out as we go. It’s us, you know?”

He smirked at the end of his sentence, and all the feelings she’d been holding in for two years seemed to boil over at once. God, she missed that smile. The same smile as the one she dreamed about every day when she was only 11 and he spent every summer day over at their house with Ron. The same smile that he gave her after their first kiss, and after they skipped the prom and hid out under the bleachers, and when he came home to visit from college for the first time, and when he visited her in her dorm, and when he saw her standing in her bridesmaid dress at Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and then when he took it off of her later that night, and when they bumped into each other at the airport a few months ago, and just last night as she curled up against him in his bed and kissed him goodnight.

Tears warned to spill over, and she cursed herself for blinking one free. Harry put a hand on her face and wiped it for her with his thumb. He looked deeply into her eyes, which only caused more tears to fall. He wiped another for her, and then he kissed one away, and then he kissed her lips so gently she could barely register it.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice for some type of answer.

She looked away from him, staring down at their knees. “I still don’t know, Harry. I’m confused. Everything you’re saying… I want that, I do, but it just doesn’t… seem practical. And… I mean, if we did get back together, what about everything after that? Do you want to stay in Tupelo forever?”

“Not necessarily,” he responded flatly. “I love my job now but I don’t know if I’ll still want to be here in a few years… But do we need to be making those types of decisions now?”

“Well if we don’t, then what? We get back together and three years down the line we break up because we realize we’re still not on the same page? I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

Harry let out a defeated sigh, causing Ginny to look up again. The fire in his eyes was being stomped out by disappointment. “Gin, listen… all I know is that ever since I was sixteen all I’ve wanted is to be with you, whatever it took to make that happen. That hasn’t changed, not one bit, even nine years later. I know we can make it work. If it’s not what you want… I don’t want you to be with me if you aren’t fully in it. But I want to be in your life. I don’t know what that looks like for you right now, but however it does, I’ll be there. Even if that’s only as your brother’s best friend.” He offered a sad smile as he finished.

But you’re so much more than that , she wanted to say, but felt like that’d just be proving his point, and she still felt too confused and overwhelmed. Selfishly, she leaned in and kissed him, long enough to memorize the feeling for later but quickly enough to prevent any further persuasion from the magic of his mouth. She braced herself for her own heart’s self-destruction as she opened her eyes and said, “I think I should go home, now.”

Harry’s sadness lingered for a moment, before he channeled his expertise of shutting down, his features flickering to blankness. “If...if that’s what you want. Let me drive you home, at least?”

She wanted to say no, that she’d just order an Uber, but her mouth betrayed her. “Ok.”

He let go of her hand and stood up. “I’ll, er, just throw on some clothes real quick, then run and grab yours and leave you to get dressed.”

She nodded and watched him throw on a pair of jeans, an undershirt, a jumper, and socks rather haphazardly. She listened as his feet creaked across the hallway floors, and waited with bated breath as he made his way back moments later, handing her a pile of her clothes. She muttered a “thank you” and averted his eyes as she took them.

“Take your time,” he told her gently, and made his way back out.

The moment the door clicked closed, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed out all the tears she could, so none would escape for him to see when she would have to face him again. She wiped her face and felt the warmth leave her as she got up from his bed, her haven. She threw off his shirt and put on her clothes from the night before, but folded up his t-shirt and stuffed it in her purse. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she could take as many of his t-shirts as she liked; he bought extras just for her.

She looked in the mirror, quickly threw her hair back in a low ponytail, and inhaled deeply, as if the air entering her lungs would give her courage to move forward as she opened up his bedroom door and walked towards the entrance.

Harry had his sneakers on, her shoes lined up and her coat ready for her in his hands. She slipped on her shoes and against her better judgment she allowed him to slip her jacket on for her, arm by arm. She hated the electricity that crackled through their every touch. She did not want to leave, she hated herself for leaving, even.

As if he sensed her self-deprecation, he took hold of her hand after it slipped through the sleeve. “Gin, it’ll be okay.”

She didn’t believe him, of course, it was just his typical optimism in order to protect everyone he loved, Except it made Harry look out for everyone else’s comfort at his own expense.

He grabbed his keys and led them out of his flat. They got into his car quietly. Without taking the backroads, the ride was relatively short, only taking 3 songs on the classic rock station of his ancient car radio to make it back to her home, the Burrow.

He parked right outside, which was a mistake, as her mother was out in the front with their family dog, Pig. She was wise enough to just offer a wave and a smile and resume walking with him.

Harry turned to her and asked in a low rasp, “Can I see you again? Before you fly back? Will you still be at your family’s for New Year's?”

“Yeah, I will,” she told him. “I’ll...I’ll see you there.”

Harry nodded. He clicked the unlock button for the doors. “Just...just think about what I said, alright?”

Ginny swallowed, nodding back. “I will.”

He kissed her cheek, his lips burning against her cold skin, and as he pulled away he leaned over to open her door for her. She attempted a smile in thanks, hopped out of his truck, and closed the door gently behind her.

She didn’t look back as she walked through her lawn, as she heard him call out to her mother, “See you soon, Mrs. Weasley!,” as Pig barked merrily at him and Harry laughed out, “I’ll see you soon, too, Pig!” before driving away.

She was grateful that her mother didn’t pursue her as her legs worked their hardest to get her to the door, through the entrance, and up the flight of stairs to her room, into her own bed, waiting for a sense of safety or relief that never came.

#hp #fanfic #hp fanfic #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #au #alternate universe #modern au #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry/ginny #harry potter/ginny weasley #fanfiction #fan fiction

[junghelioseok]

novae.

↳ what is grief, if not love persevering?

◇ hoseok x reader   ◇ angst | fluff(?) | time traveler!au     ◇ 1.8k [1/1]

notes: a polaris drabble, so please read that beforehand. summary is from wandavision, which i haven’t seen, but that line is everything and i got inspired! also, i am so not kidding about the angst!!! be warned!!! (and i’m not saying that you should listen to blue side while reading this but i’m also not not saying that, so....... do what you want 🤷🏻‍♀️)

warnings: not super edited bc i couldn’t handle it tbh, dealing with death and loss, i’m pretty sure this is the angst you were all afraid would be in polaris so sorry but there’s some cute stuff too i swear

You said goodbye to your husband yesterday. One final goodbye as you scattered his ashes to the wind, watching as they disappeared into the flurry of dry brown leaves spiraling into the river.

There’d been a wake, of course. Last week, at a modest little place on the outskirts of the city where you and your husband had made your home. You'd watched people come and go—friends and family and those acquaintances you never really knew but who all seemed to know your husband one way or another. They flowed on through, a seemingly never ending stream of dark-clothed mourners with good intentions and well-meaning words on their lips.

Thank you for coming, became your mantra after the first dozen or so. Yes, I'm fine. Sure, you can bring a casserole by the house tomorrow.

You really ought to put the casseroles in the fridge. They sit on the kitchen counter in a colorful array of dishes, wrapped in saran wrap and flecked with condensation from being packed up when they were still warm. You can see them from your seat at the dining table, as you tear your gaze away from the window it’s tucked against and prop your chin in your open palm.

The last of your family left yesterday, boarding flights and climbing into cars to return to their own lives. Your friends and neighbors offered their final condolences, before falling back into their own habits and routines. With their departure, you’re alone for the first time in what feels like forever, doing your best to pick up the pieces of your life. And though you have no more tears left to cry, there’s a rift in your heart that refuses to mend, the jagged edges of it digging into your lungs and ribs.

The house is cold without him by your side. That's what it is, now—a house, because you can no longer bear to call it home even if it doesn’t look any different than it did two weeks ago. The things that surround you—the worn couch and the novelty mugs and the patch of imperfect paint on the living room wall—they belong to you. The memories that well up when you look at them, they belong to you.

But they belong to him, too.

Your late husband’s presence lingers in everything around you. There's the faint dip in the couch cushion from decades of use—years of Netflix binges and late night cuddles and the occasional romp when the two of you couldn’t quite make it all the way to the bedroom. There’s the goofy cartoon sun that decorates your favorite mug—the very first one he'd gifted you all those years ago when you first started dating. There’s the memory of the laughter that creased his face when he accidentally leaned against the wet paint in the living room, his white t-shirt muddied with streaks of green. You'd fixed it, of course—done your best with the leftover paint scraped out of the bottom of the can. Doesn't have to be perfect though, he'd said with paint on his cheek. I think it's nice. Gives the place a little more character, you know?

Heaving a sigh, you push back from the table and wearily rise to your feet to put the casseroles away. But your fingertips have only just brushed one of the several ceramic platters lining the counter when there’s a sudden, loud thump from the living room.

“Damn it,” a voice says, and you freeze in your tracks, your heart skipping several beats. Your hearing isn’t what it used to be, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Hoseo—” you begin, but the second syllable gets caught in your throat. Your husband walks through the doorway with a curious little smile, and your eyes well up with tears that you didn’t even know you had left.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, coming to a stop before you and brushing a thumb across your cheek fondly. Then his expression sobers, as he takes in your misty gaze and the countless casseroles on the counter. “What’s wrong?”

This Hoseok is in his mid-forties, at most—several decades younger than you are in the present. There’s the barest glint of silver around his temples, a smattering of salt beginning to overtake the pepper of his hair, and you blink rapidly as your throat begins to well with emotion again.

“Hoseok,” you breathe. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re here.”

“I’m here,” he confirms. His palm caresses your cheek, and you lean into the touch as he pulls you close and into the warmth of his chest.

It’s been years since you last saw a Hoseok that wasn’t your own—a Hoseok that came from a time that wasn’t your present. Once the two of you moved in together in your twenties, Hoseok’s travels through time tapered off. The last time you’d seen him was about six years ago, when an eighteen year old Hoseok stumbled into the backyard while you were planting peonies and your Hoseok was at the grocery store. You’d offered him milk and cookies, and he’d been all too happy to accept. You remember that he’d been stressed about final exams, at the time.

And now, here he is again, older and wiser and thankfully not scratched up from appearing in the middle of your rose bushes. Pulling back from the embrace, you take in his face once more, your gaze roving across the wrinkles of laughter around his eyes and the familiar freckle above his lip. His hair, upon closer inspection, is damp, and gingerly, you reach up to trail your fingers through it.

“Rain?” you ask. “Or shower?”

“Shower,” Hoseok replies with a smile, intercepting your hand and pressing a warm kiss to your frail knuckles. “Seriously, I just barely managed to get dressed before I found myself here.”

A laugh bubbles up in your chest, escaping into the open air and easing the tightness in your throat. “It’s good to see you,” you murmur, smiling when he laces your fingers together and gives your hand a squeeze. “It’s so, so good to see you, Hobi.”

Hoseok chuckles and bumps his forehead gently against yours. “It’s good to see you too, babe.”

You laugh again at the term of endearment, smacking his chest weakly with your free hand. “Babe? I’m old enough to be your grandmother.”

“And yet, you’re as pretty as you’ve ever been,” he replies with a grin. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Slowly, your smile fades. You think of the casseroles, and the jar of ashes you’d scattered to the wind. You think of the little spoonful of ashes you’d saved, that now hangs heavy in a locket in the hollow of your throat. “Hobi, I—”

You trail off, and Hoseok’s expression softens. “It’s me, right? I’m… gone?”

“You—” Sniffing, you bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his citrusy shampoo melding with the vaguely floral laundry detergent you both favor. Underneath it all is something that is distinctly Hoseok, something warm and comfortable and inviting, and you sniffle again when he reaches up to stroke along your back.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers into your hair, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “You can let it out. You’ve been so strong, but you can let it all out now. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know what to do, Hobi,” you mumble into the sky blue cotton of his t-shirt, whisper-soft. “I don’t… I don’t think I know how to live without you.”

And it’s true. You’ve known Hoseok since you were eight years old—ever since he appeared in the middle of your garage and knocked over a can full of paintbrushes. You moved in together at twenty-four, got engaged two years later, and haven’t looked back since. You’ve given decades of your life and all of your love to Hoseok, and he’s done the same. And now all that you have left of him is a locket full of his ashes and a house filled to the brim with memories both good and bad.

“Were we happy?”

You blink, twice in rapid succession, before looking up into his achingly familiar face. His eyes are soft and his smile is tender, and you blink again slowly before answering. “Of course we were.”

Hoseok’s smile widens. He touches your cheek again gently, the pad of his thumb brushing the delicate skin just beneath your right eye. “And we had decades of happiness, didn’t we?”

“A lifetime’s worth,” you agree in a whisper. “But I’m selfish, Hobi. I want more. I want you.”

“You have me,” Hoseok replies, and your eyes flutter shut when he reaches up to cup your face in his hands, his touch delicate and light as if you’re something to be treasured. “I’ve been yours since we were kids, and I’ll be yours until the universe ends and the stars die out. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried.”

The sound that escapes you is part laugh, part choked sob, and when you speak again, your voice is small. “I know. You’re right, and I know that. But—” and here your throat closes up, and you have to clear it twice just to continue on. “I just miss you, Hobi. I miss you so much. Between the wake and everyone coming into town, it just feels like… it feels like I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye.”

“Say it now, then,” he says easily, and you suck in a shaky breath.

“Really?”

“Really.”

So, you do. You tell him everything you never got a chance to say—from the stupid jokes you never got to crack, to how happy you are to have met him all those decades ago. Hoseok listens to you ramble on with a tender smile and his fingers twined with yours, and when you fall silent again, he utters four simple little words that somehow still manage to make your breach catch and your heart sing.

“I love you too.”

You nod, and blink back a fresh wave of tears. “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t know,” he answers, and you know he’s telling the truth because he’s incapable of lying. “I hope so. But even if you don’t, I know you’ll be okay. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and you’re going to be fine. I know it.”

Hoseok stiffens, then, and you know it’s time for him to go. “I love you,” you repeat, whispering the words into his chest as if you can force them past the material of his shirt and imprint them into his very skin. “Goodbye, Hobi.”

Your husband squeezes your hand, planting twin kisses onto your eyelids one onto your lips. “Goodbye, {Name}.

And then he’s gone, leaving you alone once more.

#hoseok #hoseok scenarios #hoseok x reader #bts scenarios #hoseok x you #jhope #jhope scenarios #jung hoseok #bts #kpop scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fic #hoseok angst #bts angst #hoseok fluff #bts fluff #lia writes

[mochiusagifanficchaos]

Sherlock x Mute!Reader •Part 3•

"You're not working on the case?"

You heard a silent voice, fading into your dream just like the answer: "I am working."

The voices got louder and you tardily woke up, opening your heavy eyelids, blinking the bright light from the room away.

It knocked and you heard a door being opened.

"Good evening Sherlock. Watson. I heard what happened. I wanted to inform you that there had been other armed raids from these two clown guys.

The one yesterday was the third one within two weeks and-"

He got cut off:" I know. I read the Newspaper."

Your gaze was still blurry and your thoughts messy so you didn't quite follow the conversation next to you.

You were too occupied trying to find out where you were and what happened.

'We need to get her to the hospital!'

The sentence popped up in your mind as you tried to puzzle the pieces of memories back together.

You remembered the screams, the doorbell, the gun.

The two men with those terrific flow masks and -

Sherlock.

Sherlock with a proud smile on his lips.

"What? But we didn't give the newspaper people any information! ", you've got thrown out of your thoughts and realized that this was Inspector Lestrade's voice.

"Well", the deep voice said and you knew it was Sherlock "Then someone of your staff leaked some information, obviously."

Your vision was got clear and you noticed the white walls and large white curtain in front of a window.

A hospital. Of course.

You knew these rooms and the smell too well, probably having slept in those rooms more often than in your own bedroom.

"By the way, (y/n) had luck. The clown criminals are known for killing everyone after their raids.

We don't know why they spared the people from the Speedy's Cafe."

You tilted your head to the right and looked at Sherlock who was sitting at the edge of your bed.

He noticed your gaze and spoke for you: "Because they heard a police siren and panicked."

Watson and Lestrade looked confused between you two.

For Sherlock and you, this was normal.

You both understood each other without a word, even though you weren't always quite sure how he understood what you meant.

"How did you-?", Watson started, narrowing his eyebrows but stopped, knowing that it had a simple answer.

"When criminals leave without following their usual movement it means that they had panicked because of something. And what could make them more panic than the police.", Sherlock answered in a cool voice.

All looked at you and you nodded.

"Plus, I heard the siren myself shortly before Watson and I found (y/n).", he added and got an eye roll from Warson as a response.

"Well,", Lestrade spoke: "I wanted to ask (y/n) about what had happened and if she could describe the men."

"I'm going to get some coffee. Anybody wants some?", Watson asked, not wanting to interfere with Lestrade's investigations

"One for me please.", Lestrade answered with a thankful nod.

"I don't need any.", Sherlock said and looked at you as Watson left the room: 'You want me to stay here?"

He didn't speak it out but you could read it out of his eyes.

You shook your head and smiled a little, you could deal with the inspector yourself.

Sherlock stood up from your bed and grabbed his coat which was hanging over a chair next to your bed: "I'll be outside if you need me, Inspector. "

"Sure."

As Sherlock closed the door Lestrade took a seat on the chair: "So (y/n), how are we going to do this?"

You grabbed a piece of paper with the menu on it and a pen from the nightstand, turning the paper and showing it to him, making him understand that you would write your answers.

Lestrade nodded: "Good. So what had happened? "

...time skip...

Sherlock and Watson had left the hospital with Inspector Lestrade an hour later to have a look at the corpses and you didn't know what to do.

Hospitals were always so boring and the food wasn't good either.

Without much interest you skipped through the TV program, only to look at arguing people, dumb kid series, and documentaries about how to build a house or something.

The little interest you paid got caught by a cartoon series you had often watched as a child.

It knocked and an old woman with a food tray came in.

She smiled at you and placed it on the little nightstand next to your bed.

You smiled back politely, trying to not breathe in the disgusting smell of the soup.

"Do you need anything, dear? ", the nurse asked and fixed your blanket.

You shook your head.

Don't you dare to feed me now, you thought and exhaled as the nurse left your room without saying another word.

You didn't even try the soup, you knew how it tasted and it wasn't very appealing.

Whining you tried to stand up. Your stomach cramped and your shoulder pained as you slowly made your way to the bathroom.

Carefully you undressed from the white hospital gown and looked at yourself in the small mirror.

You had a dark purple bruise on your stomach near your ribs, a bruise over your right eyebrow, and a bandage around your left shoulder.

Not to forget the patched-up burns at your hands and wrists.

Wincing you grabbed a towel and did a quick wash, wanting to get the smell of sweat and the hospital off of you.

Some minutes later you left the bathroom again with a towel loosely held in front of your bare chest to get your clothes.

You jumped in shock as you noticed Sherlock sitting on your bed.

"I brought you something to eat.", he answered and held up a bag of cookies.

You narrowed your eyebrows in confusion, pressing the towel against your chest.

"Not good?", Sherlock asked amused and you gave him a piece of paper: "Let us get something real to eat. I need to get out of here"

"But you should stay here for some more days."

You gave him your "oh come on" look and grabbed your clothes to change.

Some minutes later you and Sherlock were walking down the street next to the Themes with a big bag of chips in your hands.

While you were eating you looked up at the London Eye.

Since you were young you always wanted to take a ride and see the lights of the city from above.

Sherlock noticed your desiring looks at the big wheel and thought about buying tickets.

For some reason, he felt the urge to make you happy.

"Stay here. I'll be right back", he said and you did as he told you, trying to pick the last chip out of the paperback.

As he came back you saw the two tickets in his hands and smiled widely.

"Wanna take a ride?", he asked with a gentle voice and reached his hand out.

I know there isn't happening much in this chapter but I still hope you like it♥

Next Chapter up next weekend 🥰

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#fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #bbc sherlock #sherlock x y/n #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #sherlock #sherlock x reader

[rreyie]

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙞- 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: an idea pops into colts head after fucking your brains out the night before, craving you again.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, fem! reader, semi public sex, cursing, overstimulation

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: colt grice, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: you asked, i provide. after getting so much great feedback from you all about part one (view here), i decided, hey, let’s make a part two! also, thank you so much for 95 followers, it means so so so much to me 😩 also, hey, look! i’m using proper capitalization when i write now!!

DISCLAIMER: cant believe that i even have to clarify this, but IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DO I HAVE AN OPINION ON GABI. people will probably come for my throat if i even say that i like or dislike her, so i’m neutral to her.

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The rest of the morning was... awkward, to say the least. Eventually, you all began to laugh it off. Porco would crack the occasional joke about it (when Falco and Gabi weren’t near).

After breakfast, you ran back up to your room to change, grabbing that white bikini that you washed and folded last night. You smirked at your memories from yesterday, how Colt admired you looking so very attractive. His hazel eyes would constantly be on you, unwavering.

After slipping it on and tying the straps, you made a quick stop in the bathroom, Colt at the sink furiously brushing his teeth. You can see his eyes widen in the mirror, looking at your figure.

He quickly spits out the toothpaste and wipes his mouth. “Wow, you’re lookin... awfully lovely today”, he says, kissing your lips. You take in the minty breath breathing down your chin.

“Colt, not now...” you say, pulling your lips from his. “The door is open, We can’t do this now, plus we have plans for the day.”

Colt pouts, frowning at your words. “Fine. But I’m expecting affection tonight”, he says, walking out of the bathroom. You smile, and continue to get ready to get back on the beach.

It looked like Pieck, Porco, Reiner, Colt, Gabi and Falco had gotten out early, since they were all sprawled out on different parts of the beach. Pieck was dipping her dainty feet in the water, while Gabi and Falco aggressively splashed each other with the water from the lake.

Pieck turned around to see you walk down to the beach, greeting you with a warm smile. “Hello, y/n!” She says, stepping out of the water that washed upon her feet. “Just getting used to this water. I don’t know the last time I’ve gone swimming, but I figured that I should try.”

You stand next to her, and dip your foot into the water. A shiver ran down your back, feeling that the water was slightly colder than yesterday. “I cant blame you. I’m more of a sunbathing person myself.” You look around, and see the men in their same old spot, floating in the water in their tubes. Pieck lays down on a nearby towel, and puts a pair of sunglasses on her face, blocking the burning sunlight that washed upon you all.

“Come, sit”, she says. “The sunlight feels wonderful.”

You sit down beside her, also putting on your own pair of shades to save your eyes from the sunlight. You wonder how Pieck never manages to tan and always keeps her pale, nearly lifeless complexion.

Back over by the guys, Reiner and Porco were still teasing Colt about the noise from last night. Colt pretended not to care, but deep down he was semi embarrassed about the situation.

“Well, if you want to really switch things up, you should try a new position or something, maybe add a vibrator”, Porco says. “I think girls like that.”

Reiner let’s out a laugh. “Porco, how would you know? You’ve never gotten an ounce of pussy in your life.”

Porco snaps, splashing Reiner with a wave of water. “At least I get into meaningful relationships and don’t just settle for one night stands, Reiner.” Colt sighs, as the two continue their bickering. He looks down by the shore, seeing you and Pieck laying on the beach. How could he possibly be this lucky to have a girl like you as his girlfriend?

Wait. Hang on. Colt had an idea pop into his head. If he wanted to get laid again, he probably shouldn’t do it inside the house, hence the thin walls. He had seen some porn of people fucking on a beach, and always wanted to try it, and added it to his bucket list. What better time to do it then now?

Colt began to think of you slipping off that bikini like you had done last night, untying the straps, revealing your dazzling body. He could feel himself getting hard, and covered his crotch. If he was going to follow through with this plan, he was going to have to do it at night, after everyone had gone to bed to take away the risk of getting caught or being heard (again).

As soon as night came, you cleaned up the dishes after dinner and went upstairs to the bathroom. On the sink was a note, in colts messy handwriting.

𝒴/𝒩,

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃.

𝒳𝑜𝓍𝑜, 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓉

Shit, you think to yourself. Sundown was forever ago. I should get down to the beach before Colt thinks I ditched him or something.

You don’t even bother to change into normal clothes, and go back down there in the white bikini Colt adored seeing you in, you couldn’t go wrong in wearing that.

You make your way down to the beach, the starlit sky twinkling in the distance, the moon hovering over the lake reflecting white waves. Colt is down on the beach, a large towel laid out, on his phone.

You walk towards him feeling the sand crunch beneath your feet, and his eyes immediately look up to you, wide with excitement.

“Y/N!” He says. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming or you didn’t see the note.”

“I wouldn’t forget about you Colt”, you say, sitting beside him. “Never ever.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss his lips, tasting like just a bit of alcohol.

You pull away, Colts smile slowly fading away at the fact that you stopped kissing him. “Colt, baby, have you been drinking?”

“Fine, maybe a little”, he said. “But I paced myself this time to the point where I won’t get hammered, I did it for you.”

You smiled. “I’m proud of you!” That smile didn’t last long, feeling the right corner of your mouth rise forming a smirk. “And good boys get rewarded.”

You see Colts cheeks get red, flushing as you move your head down to his crotch, still covered in fabric. He lets out a breathy moan when you gently tug at his elastic waistband with your mouth. You stop for a minute, trying to remember why you were down here in the first place.

“Hey, wait, why did you ask me to come down here in the first place?”

Colt grins, and pulls out a bottle of lube from his pocket. “Well, I wanted to switch things up. I thought the beach would be a nice place to... you know. But keep doing what you’re doing please, baby.”

You continue your quest to tug down Colts swim trunks, but getting impatient and moving your hand up to the waistband and tugging it down with a singular motion. His cock sprang out, slapping against his stomach, already half hard. Your hand gripped his length gently, thumb rubbing the tip as he slowly began to grow increasingly hard under your touch. He let out a gasp at your movements. Your hand traveled down father, slowly jacking him off as he looked down upon you, hazel eyes filled with desire as you pumped him.

“Just like that, babe...” Colt said, voice cracking. He whimpered, voice high because of the stimulation you were providing him. “Oh... oh god... please, you’re doing so good baby.”

Your heat throbbed at his praises. This only encouraged you to go quicker, his eyes starting to roll into the back of his head. You cupped his balls, eliciting another whimper or moan, possibly a combination of the two.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum-“ Colt is cut off by his sudden orgasm, covering your hand in his hot seed.

“Normally, i would stop and make you beg, but you’ve been a good boy tonight. I wanna make you feel good.” Colt is panting underneath you, still sensitive from his last orgasm. His cock grows hard again. He gives you a weak smile as he lays down on the towel.

“What’s the matter?” You ask. “You’re not tired already are you? You’re still hard.”

“B-baby...” Colt whispers. “C-can you ride me? Pretty please?” Your heat grows hotter than before at the idea. You fiddle with the straps of your bikini, and undo the knot in the back, making the top portion fall off easily. You slip off the bottom half, and sit on Colts lap.

Just to tease him, you kiss him on his lips, grinding your hips against his. Seeing him so vulnerable, so sensitive made you incredibly turned on. His eyes were squinted, his cheeks (and cock) red. His dick was throbbing even though he just came, and beads of sweat rolled off of his body. You thoroughly enjoyed the sight.

You grabbed hold of his cock once again, and guided it to your entrance, teasing the tip around your hole. Once you had enough of all this teasing, you skipped it in, not needing that bottle of lube since your walls were coated in your arousal already.

“Fuck- so... tight...” Colt mumbles.

You grind your hips against his cock, feeling it move in and out inside you. Colt contributes to the movement, thrusting his hips up to penetrate you deeper than you thought possible. Colt wasn’t incredibly endowed, maybe six inches, but you were shocked at how good he could use it.

His dick began to rub onto that one spongy spot inside of you, the one that drove you crazy. “Colt! Aah! R-Right there!”

Colt appreciated the praise, and was thankful that you two were away from the house for tonight. His pace picked up, continuously hitting your sweet spot with all his might.

Before you knew it, you had creamed around his cock, feeling the wave of your orgasm crash down upon you. Colt, not done yet, was still thrusting into you.

With a loud groan, Colt thrusted into you sloppily one final time, and released himself into you. Now was a time that you were grateful to be on the pill, feeling his warm seed coat your walls was one of the best sensations you could possibly experience.

Out of breath, you lay on colts bare chest, completely fucked out. Cum was still dripping down from your cunt to your inner thigh, which you most definitely did not hate. Colt kissed your neck, his kisses messily leaving a bit of saliva on your neck.

“You’re- you’re amazing, y/n.” He kisses you again, this time right on your lips. You were too tired to even respond. You just shut your eyes, feeling Colts heartbeat against your ear.

Eventually, Colt carried you into the house as if you were a sleeping baby, while being careful not to wake anyone else up. He placed your body on the bed, and laid beside you, careful to tuck you into the covers while doing the same to himself. Wrapping himself around you, he snuggled into you, even more grateful tonight than ever that he was your boyfriend.

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