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I feel so cold without you [LH]
summary: Lewis' schedule has been crazy, and he can't spend much time at home. but little Grace doesn't understand why.
author's note: I am still struggling with a writer's block so I'm so sorry cause this is honestly so bad and makes no sense, but I'm trying to get my creativity flowing again so pls bear with me. this is angsty but doesn't have a destructive ending. also barely proofread
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wc: 5531 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated
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Everybody knows that Lewisâ life involves traveling a lot, to different countries, continents, all the time - thatâs not new to anyone. You met him in this reality, married him with this crazy agenda, and Grace was born in the middle of what you consider to be ânormalâ for your life beside your husband.Â
As a couple, you always managed to deal with the schedules, the work trips, the races abroad. As a family, you learned how to juggle being a mum and a wife to a F1 driver, with your own work responsibilities, teaching little Grace the best you can all about why her dad has to be away so much.Â
When Lewis is away for a little time, your daughter understands it. She sees her daddy racing on the television, she chants his name as if she was there in person - she knows her dad is doing what he is best at, besides being the bestest daddy ever to her.
But Grace is very, very attached to Lewis, in the exact same way that Lewis is extremely attached to his princess, and they canât stay away from each other for long. The problem is, for the past couple of weeks, your husband hasnât been home.Â
Lewis was in Italy, preparing everything at Ferrari, and setting everything up for the day you and Grace will meet him there, at the new place that you will call âhomeâ for this new period of your life. Then, the driver had to fly with the team to Spain, to prepare for the pre-season. So, his schedule has been incredibly tight, leaving him with no chance of flying back to London, to his girlsâ arms, even for just a night.Â
As the weeks pass by, your daughter starts growing confused. Daddy isnât racing on the telly, he isnât home to play with her, so the toddler could show him how she is feeling more confident to ride her pink bike, and the only time she sees him is through a video call that he does when calling you at the end of the day.Â
So, why is daddy not home to tuck Gracie into bed every night? To give her the special forehead kisses that only he knows how to do, the ones that would scare away all the monsters?
Inside the three-year-oldâs brain, everything made more sense while she could see him driving his car on the television, listening to him talking on the interviews following the race, knowing for a fact that her daddy is working. And, as much as you keep telling the toddler that dad is at work, where is he working? Why canât Grace watch him on the television now? And why canât he come home?
Itâs been too long - you know. You admit it too. But you canât say that to your babyâs face, adding more to the exasperation living inside her confused mind. Itâs already heartbreaking enough to see your daughterâs eyes growing sadder by the day, noticing how she grows quieter through the week, seeing the disappointment plastered all over her face every time you have to say ânoâ whenever she asks âis daddy coming home today?â
The salty tears painting the toddlerâs features when she begs her daddy to come home over the phone are enough to make yours and Lewisâ hearts sting with an indescribable pain - one that seems to never cease, no matter how hard you try to nestle her close to your chest, trying your hardest to shush her fears and insecurities, making her feel protected in the first home she ever knew - your skin.Â
- You donât love me anymore, daddy? - Grace blurts out in between sobs, her little voice sounding muffled against your skin as she hides her face on the crook of your neck.Â
The words leaving her mouth were enough to make Lewisâ heart sink, making sure that question will forever be engraved in his mind, not letting him forget about this moment, about the hurt in his princessâ voice when wondering why he is not home with her.
The man is left speechless for a minute, feeling a bunch of hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes as well. It has, definitely, been too long since he got to have a moment just for his family, dedicating all his hours to his favourite girls.Â
He knows exactly how Grace is feeling, because Lewis feels the exact same void fulfilling his days, desperate to have some free time so he can go back home as soon as possible. But unfortunately, everything has been too much, lately, and the driverâs schedule is not giving him a break.Â
- Daddy loves you more than anything else in this world, princess, you know that⊠- Lewisâ trembling voice cuts his phrase short, swallowing the knot thatâs stuck in the manâs throat as his daughter continues weeping on the other side of the line. - Then come home! I miss you so much, daddy - Grace insists, her sobs growing louder as the little girl tries to understand why her dad canât be by her side, right now.Â
He wishes he could. Lewis feels every bone in his body frail at night, when he lays his head on the pillow and opens his camera roll, going back to every picture and video that reminds him of some moments when he genuinely felt happy and at peace - with Grace in his arms, with you by his side.Â
Tonight, some silent tears are finally freed from his eyes, looking at all the pictures of his child in his phone, while his brain is still replaying the toddlerâs harsh question that she let out over the call earlier today.Â
Lewis feels this moment completely wrecking him, especially when he stops to think about all the videos you send him while he is away, updating him on every new achievement and discovery your daughter makes during the days, trying your best so your husband wonât feel like he is missing too much.Â
But he is. And he knows it - especially when he realizes how fast time passes by, how tomorrow isnât guaranteed for anyone. How does he know that tomorrow is coming? Your husband keeps waiting for it, hoping that a break will eventually arrive so he can go home, but he shouldnât suppose that tomorrow is coming, because nothing in this world can assure him that there will be one. And that thought kills him, because while he is thinking about it, he realizes that itâs been five weeks since the last time he got to be home, tucking his daughter to bed.Â
The excited, bubbly Grace you know has been missing lately, leaving room for a sad and confused toddler to show up in her place - one that holds tighter to you when you hug her, when youâre holding her in your arms, kissing her curls as her lips just show you a downhearted pout.Â
As your child grows up, she finds new challenges in life, and dealing with new emotions definitely is one of them - and missing her daddy this much has been leading to a rollercoaster of questions to erupt in your babyâs creative mind. You tuck her into bed, but itâs not the same thing. Your kisses are sweet and protective, but they are not Lewisâ cuddles that make sure to create a shield around the little princess, making sure no monsters can reach her.Â
Your days have been hard as well, trying your best to deal with Graceâs doubts and tantrums, hushing her as you assure her that you are right there for her, informing her that her daddy will be by the girlâs side in no time. But, in the silent darkness of the night, heavy sighs escape your figure as well, loud noises of concern erupt in your mind, questioning if you are doing a good job, if youâre being a good mum, if youâre supporting your husband the right way. But, sometimes, you also ask yourself: where do you stand, in the middle of all this?
The arms that hold Grace are the same ones that hold Lewis when he needs it the most, you being the pillar of your family, holding everything in place when a storm threatens to push your boat away from safe land. Either way, you know better than to complain, understanding how this entire situation is hard for your husband as well, sharing the same pain and apprehension when you talk to him over the phone.Â
Feeling restless from so many sleepless nights, being haunted by the infinite thoughts running through his brain, the man finally managed to get a free day - just 24 hours, but enough for him to fly back home, accepting the short break if that means he can hold the light of his life in his arms for a bit, shushing away all the small weeps that leave the toddlerâs figure.Â
Arriving early in the morning, you are already waiting to see your husband walking through the door, with a cup of warm tea in your hand. You canât deny that thereâs a small glimpse of nervousness bubbling inside of your stomach, at the thought of finally seeing him again, praying that his presence will lighten up the mood and help your daughter feel better.Â
Youâre sipping on your tea when you hear the front door open. Shortly after, his shadow appears on the kitchenâs tiles, mere seconds before the man himself is in front of you - the shine in his eyes, the relieved smile cracking through his tired features is noticeable, as he immediately walks over to you.Â
Once your figures meet, Lewis wraps his arms around your figure, holding you close without saying a word, sharing a deep, tight hug while kissing your shoulder lovingly from time to time. Thereâs a heavy sigh leaving his body, as if being home is the magic solution that helps improve all his problems, taking a huge weight off his shoulders.Â
His face is glued to the crook of your neck for a while, as your fingers reach to caress his scalp. It feels like time has stopped, as if the world is not spinning anymore. Both of you are merged in a bubble of comfort and reassurance, almost making up for all the stress and agony that your parental hearts have been feeling lately.Â
When your lips finally connect again - after so long, a deafening silence is created between your bodies, as if your kisses speak for the two of you. I miss you, I need you, things have been so hard without you by my side. Both of you feel the same, both of you know how hard the past weeks have been for your family.Â
Breaking the kiss, your foreheads are still glued, the tips of your noses touching, wanting to feel the other as close as possible.Â
- Sheâs still asleep? - your husband breaks the silence, asking about Grace. He has very little time to stay, and he wants to enjoy every second by his daughterâs side. Still, the man canât help but bite his own tongue as he looks at the time: itâs 7:24 am, and he knows that his baby usually doesnât wake up that early.Â
He earns a nod from you. The little girl hasnât had nice nights of sleep lately either, constantly waking up after having bad dreams, always begging you to cuddle her to sleep, to let her sleep by your side. To tell the truth, your heart softens every time that your daughter asks to sleep with you, loving how she helps you fight Lewisâ absence as well, you two cuddling each other so you donât feel so alone without his bright, powerful presence around. Â
- Sheâs on your side of the bed, though - you inform him. Last night wasnât any different. Another nightmare, another cuddle session in your bed before the toddler falls asleep again.Â
Lewis furrows his eyebrows at your words for a second, before remembering that you had already told him all about how Grace has been having more bad dreams than usual, especially since she started feeling so down, constantly asking if her dad doesnât want to be around her anymore.Â
Again, a deep sigh leaves his lips, filling the air surrounding you. The memories of everything that his daughter has been saying, make an incredibly heavy weight to form on his shoulders, hating how he has to stay away for work so much, how he hasnât been able to give his princess all the attention she needs and deserves.Â
Trying to shrug those thoughts away, the man serves himself a cup of coffee before reaching for your hand, guiding you to lay on the sofa with him, wanting to enjoy this day to the fullest - starting with a cuddle session with his wife, until itâs time for Grace to wake up.Â
Having your husbandâs arms wrapped around you again almost feels like a dream. Something that has felt so distant for the past weeks, that you were craving and needing so much. And now, you finally have him all to yourself, and as you rest your head on his chest, a comfortable silence strings your bodies along. No one dares to say a word, just focusing on how each otherâs touch feels light yet soothing against the otherâs skin, leaving kisses here and there, hugging tighter and closer.Â
In the back of your head, thereâs a small assumption that keeps itching you. As much as you want to believe that he is home to stay - at least for a week or so, unfortunately, you noticed how small is the bag that he brought with him when he arrived. An incredibly small one, the type that Lewis only uses when he is only away for a weekend or so. So, as much as you want to make the most of this, the cuddles, his presence, you know itâs something that it wonât last.Â
Itâs like Lewis can feel the tension that slowly creeps on your muscles the more you think about it, his hands rubbing your back to try and calm you down, showing that he is here, right by your side, trying to take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.Â
But in reality, he too has been obsessively thinking about the time passing by, how he needs to leave again in the middle of the night, not even being able to sleep beside his wife for an entire night - wanting nothing more than to cuddle you and Grace to sleep in his chest, protecting the loves of his life. But he canât. Not tonight. And he knows that he hasnât told you about it yet, but itâs like he canât find the courage in his body to do it, to drop the bomb in your face, to ruin the moment youâre having right now. So he decides to keep it to himself, for now.Â
8:47 am, you and your husband are climbing up the stairs to your shared bedroom, where your daughter is still sleeping. Opening the door to her tiny figure wrapped in the sheets, her curls all over his pillow, truly is the sight that the man didnât know he needed to heal every wound in his heart.Â
Lewis doesnât even hold back, his body moving on its own as he sits at the end of the bed, on his side of the mattress that now apparently belongs to Grace, so he can have a better view of his babyâs features.Â
She looks gorgeous as ever, the most beautiful and precious thing that Lewis has ever laid his eyes on, the most important thing in the driverâs life, the owner of his entire heart, without a doubt. Some small tears tingle in his eyes as his fingers gently caress the toddlerâs cheek, slowly nudging her so the girl can wake up.Â
- Princess - he calls quietly, before landing a small kiss on his childâs hand. - Time to wake up.Â
Slowly opening her eyes, the little girl rubs her features as she wakes up from her slumber. Her gaze immediately is glued to the figure in front of her, almost as if she is trying to make sense of reality, questioning if she is still dreaming.Â
- Daddy? - Grace whispers, before some tears appear in her eyes as Lewis nods at her question, getting close so he can hold her small body close to him.Â
Small cries escape the toddlerâs figure, as she immediately wraps her arms around her dadâs neck, using all her strength to not let him go, scared that he might leave again if she breaks the hug.Â
Lewis canât even describe the feeling washing over him as he can finally hold his daughter safely in his arms, noticing the scent of her baby shampoo, how her skin still holds his favourite smell ever. He can only take deep breaths, kissing the top of Graceâs head countless times, trying to calm himself down so as to not break down crying while holding his baby.
Itâs an emotional sight, even for you , now that you are watching your two favourite people reunite, feeling your heart beating stronger in your chest, as if itâs being refilled with love again, after so many insecurities pooling over your head lately.Â
And your daughterâs cries quickly turn into an excited gasp that leaves her lips, forgetting about all the sadness that she was carrying lately - now being substituted by happiness, the genuine type, from having her father near her again.
Soon enough, the toddler is jumping on the mattress, giggling loud as she celebrates the fact that daddy is home again, and now he can have tea parties with her, she can show him how she has mastered all the techniques he has taught her about riding her pink bike, watch her favourite cartoons with her on the sofa, and do everything that the girl has been wanting to do with him while he was away.Â
Lewis giggles for a moment, before feeling a weight sinking in his chest again, remembering how he canât do any of that with his princess, because he will leave again in a few hours.Â
- Daddy! Can we go see the cute ducks at the lake tomorrow? Mummy took me there the other day, and there are little ones now! You need to see them, they are sooo cute!! - Her excited tone, mixed with the puppy eyes that she is giving him, are enough to break the manâs heart. And he knows that his next words are about to break his daughterâs heart as well.
Sighing, he tries his hardest to find the right words to say it, but itâs like his brain just forgot every single one of them.Â
- Daddy canât make it tomorrow, love. - the little girl furrows her eyebrows, not really understanding what her dad is trying to say. - Are you tired from the trip back home, daddy? Itâs okay, we can go the day after tomorrow. We can just stay home and have a tea party instead? - her cute smile is just making everything hurt even more for him. - Bubs, daddy is only home for today. I have a day off work and came back to see you and mummy, but I have to leave again after you go to sleep tonight. - there it is, the words that he didnât want to say, and the ones that no one in the room wanted to hear.Â
Your head hangs low as you hear it. Deep down, you already knew it. You knew it, as soon as you saw the bag that clearly showed that he wasnât going to stay for long, when neither of you wanted to talk about the day he had to leave you two again. And now, you know why.Â
His words hit Grace like a million bricks, the poor little girl being met with reality once again as she tries her best to hold back the tears that still slide down her cheeks.Â
- You donât love me anymore! You donât want to spend time with me anymore! - the toddler screams before running away from her dad, hiding in between the four safe, pink walls of her room.Â
And again, Lewis is met with his daughterâs harsh words, that are enough to tear his entire world apart. He gets up from the bed, wanting to go meet his child again, only to be stopped by your hand, touching his chest in a silent âdonâtâ. He too can see the disappointment evident in your eyes before you break eye contact, turning your back on him as you go to your daughterâs room.Â
Your husband sits on the edge of the bed again, his head in his hands as he rethinks every small decision that he has ever made, questioning why his schedule has to be so chaotic, why life canât ease up on him a little more, so he can have some more time for his family. At this point, he doesnât know what he can do to be better, to make things right, to make it easier for everybody, knowing for a fact that he has, above all, been failing his family lately: failing you as a husband, failing Grace as her father.Â
Opening the door of your shared bedroom a little bit, he can hear his babyâs loud cries again, as you hold her close in your chest, trying your best to calm her down again - something that has become a part of your routine already. And the sounds, the mental picture of whatâs happening behind Graceâs bedroom door is enough to break him, to make some tears fall from his eyes as well as he clenches his fist, absolutely hating this entire situation, cursing himself from having to leave his family so soon.Â
Grace doesnât know how to deal with these new emotions that have been erupting through her small figure lately. All she knows is that she is sad, very sad. And very confused with her dadâs agenda, not understanding why this is making her chest hurt, only making her cry out more, feeling scared with the discomfort that these newfound emotions provide her.Â
Tired of hearing his princess cry while staying still in his bedroom without doing anything to help or to make it better, Lewis decides to step up, gaining the courage to walk to the toddlerâs room.
Knocking on the door gently, he hopes to be met with a âcome inâ. But instead, he is met with a loud âI donât want to see you!â coming from his daughterâs mouth, hearing how you reprimand her due to the attitude she is giving him, now. Thereâs a desperate sigh escaping Lewisâ lips now, but still, he decides to ignore Graceâs words, walking inside the room.Â
Once he does, the toddler immediately hides her face in your chest again, trying her best not to look at her dadâs face, keeping her words.Â
- Grace, please look at me - Lewis asks her with a serious tone, crouching down so he is eye leveled with the kid. But still, all he gets in return is silence, and the girl only hides her face further into the crook of your neck.Â
Rubbing his features with his hands almost desperately, he looks up at you, giving you a pleading glance, needing your help with this - begging you to forget about how sad and disappointed you are feeling at him now as well, so you can help him solve this problem with your daughter now.Â
With a tired sigh, you give in.Â
- Grace, look at your father - you say. Still, nothing. You know she is as stubborn as you are, but you absolutely hate when she is acting up this way. - Grace. - you say more sternly, catching the girlâs attention as she slowly turns to look at him, now.Â
Once Lewisâ eyes meet his childâs again, the pain in both of their chests connects, feeling it in the exact same intensity. Taking in the sight of his daughterâs tear stained face is the worst part of it all.Â
- Bubs, please listen to daddy carefully. - he starts speaking, feeling his voice cracking a bit, laced with the million different emotions surrounding his body as well. - You know how you and mummy are going to move to the new house that daddy got in Italy, right baby? I even showed you pictures of your new room and everything - he asks Grace, trying to give her a calm, light tone. The girl nods her head, not really in the mood to talk now. - So, daddy needs to go because I am preparing everything so you can move there as fast as possible love, so we can spend every day together again. - the thought of having his family next to him all day, every day again, makes a small smile appear in the manâs face. - But you are never home anymore. You can leave that house and come here! And you donât want to play with me anymore. - the toddler finally speaks up, finding a perfectly reasonable solution for the problem.Â
Lewis tries to get closer to the little girl, his fingers gently touching her small hand, hoping she will give in a bit, so she can better understand whatâs going on and hug him again in no time.Â
- Princess, my favourite thing in this world is to play with you. Tea parties, riding our bikes, you painting my nails, watching ducks at the lake, you name it. My favourite time in this world is the time I get to spend by your side - he admits, being completely transparent as he looks right into the toddlerâs eyes. - You know daddy loves you more than anything in this entire world, bubs.Â
The three-year-old slowly nods her head âyesâ. She does know that her dad loves her more than anything, but she is still hurt.Â
- I promise everything will get easier, princess. Iâm doing everything I can so we can be together everyday again really, really fast, okay? Please forgive me, my love. Daddy never wanted to hurt you - landing a small kiss on her cheek, his hands caress her hair as the little girl moves in your lap, stretching her small arms to hug her daddy.Â
And once Lewis is able to hold his princess in his arms again, everything feels a bit more right, as if the toddler has the power to glue the pieces of his heart together. The only things that can be heard in the room are muffled âI love you, bubsâ, âI love you so muchâ, that Lewis keeps whispering to his daughter, to which Grace quietly replies âI love you too, daddyâ.Â
Today, there were no tea parties, the kid didnât paint her dadâs nails, they didnât go to see the ducks at the lake. Instead, they ate the toddlerâs favourite breakfast together, at home, and decided to just spend the entire day cuddling on the sofa, enjoying the time together as a family, playing some small games, singing songs, dancing in the middle of the living room, to an extent that loud giggles would erupt through the walls.
After dinner, the air grows heavy again, as the three of you know that the day
is coming to an end, and that Lewis wonât be home again once you and your daughter wake up.Â
The man carries Grace safely in his arms, her tiny limbs strongly wrapped around his neck as well, as they reach the toddlerâs bedroom. Now, you decided to let them have this moment to themselves, waiting downstairs for your husband to come back.Â
Tucking his princess in bed as he usually does, the biggest kiss lands on the little girlâs forehead, ready to scare all monsters away, so she can have the most peaceful of sleeps, with the sweetest of dreams.Â
- Have a nice night of sleep, my love - Lewis says, trying not to show how this goodbye is killing him, playing it off with a smile.Â
However, he notices the kidâs big chocolate eyes looking up at him attentively.Â
- Please come back fast, daddy. I feel so cold without you here. And mummy misses you too - the toddler whispers, almost on the verge of crying again.Â
Lewis needs to swallow the lump forming in his throat again, staying silent for a second as he takes in his daughterâs words.Â
- I promise Iâll be fast, bubs. Youâll be in your new room, in our new house, in no time. I promise - he shows her his pinky finger, knowing how serious Gracie takes pinky promises.Â
The fact that her daddy is pinky promising her that they will be together again soon, makes a sparkle appear in the girlâs eyes, as she wraps her own pinky around his.Â
- I love you so, so much, princess. More than anything in this world. Never doubt that - he insists, kissing her forehead again before giving her another bear hug. - I love you too, daddy. And please make sure that my new bedroom has the right shade of pink in the walls - the three-year-old jokes, lightening the mood as her dad gets up from her bed. - I will, baby. I will - he giggles lightly, before blowing one last kiss to his biggest reason to live, closing the door behind him.Â
Lewis takes a moment before coming downstairs again, wiping away some of the tears that escaped his eyes. Saying goodbye to little Gracie is always the hardest, and definitely the worst part.Â
Finally meeting you in the living room, the man completely breaks down as you engulf him in your arms, noticing how much of a wreck he is. You let him cry in your arms, staying silent as he apologizes over and over again to you. For not being home as much, for not having many days off of work, for failing you when you need him the most.Â
At this moment, he starts thinking that maybe you were right all along. He should have slowed down already, he should have left F1 behind, dedicating himself to his other projects and especially to his family, which needs him so much. But he couldnât say no to the opportunity of joining Ferrari, putting his dreams in front of everything else.Â
This might only be temporary, until you and Grace finally meet him in Italy, but you are sure that you canât keep up doing this for much longer, now.Â
- Things canât continue like this, Lewis - you tell him, hot tears sliding down your cheeks as well, now. - I know, love. I know. Iâm sorry, I promise Iâll make everything right. In a blink of an eye, the three of us will be together in our new home, baby. Please, just be a little more patient with me - he begs, his arms wrapping tighter around your silhouette as he voices his pleads.Â
You sigh. You know you will end up giving in, but you can only take so much, and now, thereâs not a day that you arenât concerned about the future of your family.Â
- Just donât let this sport break you, baby. Donât let them take you from us. We need you so, so much - you confess, seeing Lewis nod as his tears match yours, holding you in his chest as you mourn the time you had for each other.Â
Before he has to leave, he makes sure to cuddle you extra close in bed, your words echoing in his mind to the point where he feels like he could drown in them, dying in your arms as you fall into a peaceful sleep in his chest, almost as if he will still be by your side once you wake up.Â
But you know he will leave during the night. And so, while you have the privilege to fall asleep in his chest, you trick your mind to dream about him, so you can have him twice, making sure that, one way or another, he will still be with you once you wake up in the morning.Â
In your absence, everything is suspended for Lewis. Your husband is so addicted to seeing you, that he just daydreams about your figure being right by his side, inventing you everywhere, feeding the void that the distance insists in creating between him and his family.
He hates it, he really does. But unfortunately, thereâs nothing he can do right now. He wishes he could make a call and cancel all his responsibilities for the rest of the week, spending all day by his girlsâ side. But he canât. And right now, he can only pray for you to be even more patient, until the day you are together again, in your new house.
Tucking you in bed with a forehead kiss, the man leaves your shared room, feeling all the weight coming back to his shoulders as he picks up his bag, leaving his happiness behind as he travels back to his job, leaving his heart behind, in his home in the human shapes of you and Gracie, wanting to be right where his family is.Â
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16 | lesson plan
hogwarts au
pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 3.2k
warnings:Â brief mention of bad parents
summary:Â whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldnât complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes:Â red velvetâs yeri, ateezâs san, yeosang and wooyoung, txtâs yeonjun
status:Â ongoing a/n:Â there are probably many mistakes, rip <3 also think i posted for hufflepuff!tzu like... seven months ago. yes, you can insert clown music here.
masterlist | chapter 15 | chapter 17
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âWhat?â Tzuyu looked at you like youâd grown a second head.Â
âTeach me Transfiguration!â you said, grinning as the idea formed in your mind. It wasnât too bad, you didn't think so at least. âBe my tutor.âÂ
When Tzuyu just stared at you in silence, you tacked on. âPlease,â you offered your best smile.Â
Tzuyu stilled. Her mouth opened, a vague sound escaped, and then she closed it again. She was speechless. Did you say something wrong? You donât think you did. Maybe she wasnât interested⊠but she had offered.Â
In your head that request made the most sense. You wanted to get better at Transfiguration. You wanted to study with her in the library again. You wanted to spend more time with her. And sheâs offered before, not this explicitly, but her offer to help was always open, at least for you. So you were taking itâtaking the chance.Â
Trying your hardest not to frown, you prepared yourself for rejection. Of course, just because sheâd offered at a previous point in time, doesnât mean sheâd still offer now.Â
You hugged the Transfiguration textbook closer when you asked again. âI want you to help me get better at Transfiguration,â you said, confident but a bit more somber. You wanted to express that you were being genuine. And then added again, âPlease.âÂ
Tzuyu blinked once, owlishly. Then again.Â
âOkay,â she bit her lower lip, eyes shifting to the textbook in your hands before glancing up at you. âIâll do it.âÂ
âYeah?â you asked, trying to bite down the grin. Tzuyu only hummed in response.Â
For a moment the pair of you just observed the other. The light glimmering in her eyes was so obvious, and if you were brave, youâd like to imagine it was because of you. The corner of her lips twitched up and down, and you wanted to call her out. Tell her she didnât have to hold back her smile just like you were trying to, but instead you opted to just watch her. Deciding it was better to jump around in your mind, than stupidly in front of her.Â
Abruptly, Tzuyu cleared her throat. She looked down for a moment, and when she looked back up again, her usual mask was on. Though not that it helped your own grin. Because you knew behind that mask, she was feeling somewhat giddy as you did.Â
âClass?â Tzuyu pointed to the entrance, her hand still gripping the strap of her bag. It was a gift how well she was able to control her expressions. âWeâre late.â
âOh, right, of course,â you shook away the smirk that was itching to spread on your face. Stepping to the side in a bow, you extended your hand in an exaggerated manner. âPrefects first.âÂ
Tzuyu hummed, rolling her eyes at your act. But you didnât miss the smile on her lips when you looked up at her.Â
When the pair of you walked in, the class fell silent. You didnât see what Tzuyu was doing in front of you, but you did catch Yeosang throwing her a thumbs-up. Unlike her, you didnât want to reconvene with your friends, theyâve probably guessed how detention went from the expression on your face. And youâd like to avoid the teasing as long as you could. You did, however, glance at Lee, but she didnât really let any expression past her. Though, there was a small twitch of her lips in greeting. Lastly, you looked at Yeosang, just before taking your seat next to him. He gave you a little wave, before showing the textbook page you needed to be on.Â
Once Lee noticed you and Tzuyu had settled, she resumed her class and turned her back to you to write something on the board. That instant, something struck the back of your head. You lurched forward, patting the back of your head, before noting the crumpled piece of parchment by your feet.Â
Fortunately, for you, you quickly picked up the parchment and flattened the paper while Lee was still focused ahead. Unfortunately, for your friends, both Yeosang and Tzuyu turned to face them. The scorn of Yeosangâs face was scathing, it was truly fascinating how such a pretty face could contort into such an ugly sneer. Coughing into your sleeve, you hid your snort.Â
But holding back your laughter proved to be more difficult when you turned to the back of the class. Wooyoung was waving his hand as wildly as one could and then gestured as if writing a note. San was trying to pull him to his seat, afraid Lee would turn at any second.Â
How did detention go? was written in Wooyoungâs hurried scrawl.Â
You turned to him and he was signing with two thumbs-up followed right by two thumbs-down. Seeing as youâd be getting more notes to your head until you answered him, you offered a smile with a singular thumbs-up.Â
Excited about the detention, you missed how San stiffened next to Wooyoung.Â
âL/N, care to explain what you are doing?âÂ
You couldnât be serious.
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âDetention, really? Come on, Professor,â you groaned, remaining back with Lee.Â
âYou were passing notesââ
âI was getting notesââ
âYou were disrupting my classââ
âOh, come on,â you said again, throwing up your arms.Â
âThat will be detention, again,â she continued before you could interrupt her again. âLibrary duty, same time next week.âÂ
âOh. IâŠâ you straightened, contemplating the detention. It was more time with Tzuyu. You nodded. âYeah, I can do library dutyââ
âI was not asking,â you give her a deadpan look to match her own. âAlso,â she pulled out a piece of parchment from her drawers. âI have your next assignment.âÂ
You raised your eyebrows and took the parchment from her. Quickly skimming over the assignment, you furrowed your eyebrows together. You recognized the question.
âYes, that is the same question you left blank in your O.W.Ls. Iâm glad you remember it.âÂ
Frowning, you caught her gaze again. When Lee met your stare with a steely look, you donât doubt you have something akin to a glare on your face. Though, if Lee was irritated by the disrespect she didnât care to show it.Â
âWhyââ
âBecause I know youâve improvedââ
âWhy did you take me into your class?âÂ
You ask the question again. The one youâve been thinking of since you received the letter that you got into N.E.W.T level Transfiguration.Â
As if Lee knew you had more to say, she stayed quiet.
âI know I didnât meet your requirements, so why would you make an exception?â you ask, with a sigh. âAnd donât say something stupid and vague like potential, Professor.âÂ
If anyone knew how to disrespect a teacher, it was you.Â
But if anyone knew how to take your insolence without being perturbed, it was Lee.Â
Her eyes only shifted slightly, a deadly glint over her glasses as she steepled her fingers in front of her face.Â
âI didnât make an exceptionââ
âBullshit,â you rolled your eyes. Lee looked neither appalled nor admonished you for your language. She kept watching you, like you were an explosion she was waiting to go off soon.Â
Then, she turned to her left, looking at the empty space in her desk and uttered a conjuring spell. Within seconds, a spotted frog appeared out of thin air. Lee jutted her chin at the frog, the animal blinking at you like you were its owner.Â
âCast a vanishing spell.â It was an order.Â
Unnerved, but still obedient, you pulled out your wand and pointed at the frog. With one simple move of your hand, you said, âEvanesco.â
Just like the frog had appeared, it had vanished.
Raising your brows, you nodded to yourself. It was a clean spell. You looked at your wand, appraising it, surprised that it cast the spell so well. Perhaps, youâre not so hopeless. You turned to Lee, expectant and confused all the same. Will she be grading this or something?Â
âNow, tell me the theory behind that spell.âÂ
Your mind went blank.Â
Lee raised a single eyebrow, waiting for your answer, but you had none.Â
âVanishing is one of four branches of Transfiguration⊠?â you trailed off when you heard yourself. Even to your own ears, you didnât seem confident in the statement. Lee fixed you with an unimpressed glare but she sighed.Â
âDo you remember how you learnt it?â Lee asked but you just shrugged.Â
âYou taught it to us last year,â you said, unceremonious but Lee just shook her head. âYou taught it to us in fourth year?â
You werenât sure what exactly she was fishing for until she pursed her lips, clearly unhappy with your answers. But it was clear, you werenât leaving anytime soon.Â
Thinking back to a year even further back, it finally clicked. Third year had been very strange for you. With somewhat of a rebellious streak, running in and out of detentions and with the threat of being pulled out from Hogwarts altogether, it had been a blur of a year.Â
The only thing that was clear as day was that Lee did not let you out of her sight. To you, at the time, it was her way of controlling you. Admonishing you. Your parents were on your back. Lee was on your back. Everyone, all at the same time, looked at you as if you were a ticking bomb.Â
Lee found any and all reason to have you benched in her office, detention after detention. If Slytherin werenât so good at Quidditch, you wouldnât be surprised if your detentions alone lost your house the House Cup. Not that it did, of course.Â
While those detentions had mostly been a waste of your time, if you were to look further, there were also Leeâs students. The prodigies and the favourites and the ambitious, at her office between classes to improve their learning in Transfiguration. And in those detentions, youâd see older students attempt a varying range of spells, again, and again, and again.Â
Vanishing spell, being one of them. Purely out of boredom, you often attempted to copy older students, granted you were never successful, and youâd land another detention from Lee if she caught you. But youâd seen so many spells, so many attempts, that by the time youâd officially been introduced to the spell during the next year, the basics of casting it had been ingrained into your brain.Â
Maybe you had an inkling of what Lee was trying to sayâŠ
âI got luckyââ
âTry again.â Lee said, and you frowned.Â
âI practiced.â You admitted, finally. âI watched your fifth-years fail again and again, and learnt from their mistakes.â
In fact, looking back thatâs how youâd gained many of your spells. Vicariously.Â
Youâd always assumed casting spells, especially with a wand, came a little naturally to you because of your parents. You are a pureblood after all. But it was never the case. Youâd learnt it like you learnt Quidditch. Watching others cast and watching others play. You never understood why it works or how it works, you just know that it works exactly this way. And then you practice, mimicking every move with an almost clinical precision until it worked, until it was second nature.
When Lee had chosen you to attempt that specific spell in front of the class, youâd cursed her in your mind. Thinking she was doing it to spite you, embarrass you in front of your betters, prove that you could not do well in Transfiguration. Just like your parents had told you. Just like you believed it to be.Â
Such foolish, childish thoughts, but you thought them to be true. Of course, your own doubts had blown up in your face. The frog you were asked to vanish, sputtered and floundered when you miscast. Lee only frowned and asked you to take your seat again. You glared through the rest of the class, deciding not to pick up your wand again for that lesson.
âYou were one of the few handful of students who successfully cast the vanishing spell during your O.W.Ls,â Lee said, taking off her glasses to wipe them. Her words cut off your memory of your failure. But you could barely remember the exam where you cast the spell correctly. âIt was that practical that gave you the marks to enter my N.E.W.Ts class.âÂ
You shrug, about to counter her.Â
âMaybe when you stop labelling yourself as stupid or a failure, you will actually see the potential everyone else sees in you,â Lee sighed, pushing back her glasses. âAgain, I donât take charity cases. Iâm not that kind.â
You knew that much.Â
âI know youâre trying harder than ever this year, and I commend that⊠but the journey will be easier if you just let yourself breathe a little,â the urge to bite back, to be defensive was difficult to swallow down, but you managed to keep your mouth shut. âIt is not easyâit wonât be easy, but you are not the hopeless case as you believe yourself to be.â
Professor Lee paused, a brief flicker of hesitation caught on her usually confident mask. Then, she sighed out.Â
âLike your parents believe you to be.â
It was as if someone had pulled you taut by puppet strings attached to your spine, forcing you to stand upright. Your muscles were so tense that you couldnât even curl your fingers into fists. Lee frowned at your reaction, minute as it was, at the mention of your parents.Â
 âIt would do you good to remember that,â Lee offered in a kinder tone than youâve ever heard her speak. âPlease,â she emphasised the word, âremember that.âÂ
After a few moments of silence to let her words sink in, Lee sighed once more.Â
âOn top of your extra assignments, I want you in my classes with the lower years any time you are free. At the minimum of twice a week, teaching others will help you relearn the basics. You clearly have no talent for note-taking and completing your readings,â it's a skill how she lifts you and puts you down within a minute, one she has mastered. âBut on top of relearning the basics, teaching your juniors will show you what you know, even when you think you donât know anything.âÂ
Lee finished and looked at you, pointed.
âIs that understood?âÂ
You nodded wordlessly.Â
âAlright, let the first-years in, and donât take up anymore of their time,â Lee said with finality and got up to write something on the board.Â
Dismissed, you turned and left.Â
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Like Lee had asked, you left her classroom without holding back her class. But of course not without a quick fist bump to both Minwoo and Jooyeon. Some other first-years just stared strangely at you, and for the fun of it, you extended your hand to them too. You couldnât help but chuckle when some reciprocated.Â
The rest of your day went better than expected.Â
Attending classes felt lighter now that youâve sorted out everything with Tzuyu. If you werenât seated with your friends, then you were tailing Yeosang and Tzuyu. You were reintroduced to some of their other friends, technically you should know their names. However, you didnât, but you were making an effort this time around.
During the lunch break, you updated your friends on the full story of the detention, not sparing as single detail. Not even how youâd asked Tzuyu to tutor you. While teasing was your friendsâ way of showing affection, you appreciated the way they listened until you finished. San and Yeonjun sung you praises, the latter slowly leaning into teasing with every new sentence. Though you weren't too fussed, not when Yeri only shared a proud smile. Words didnât need to be shared between the pair of you.
âPractice tonight?â she asked as she got up to get to her class.Â
âLake side?â you asked, finishing up your lunch. Yeri just nodded. âYeah, let's try the new play?â
Yeri nodded again as she ruffled Yeonjunâs perfectly slicked-back hair before leaving the hall.Â
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Classes after lunch went without much fanfare, for most of them you shadowed your friends. Every so often glancing at Tzuyu in hopes she was glancing back. And when you did catch her, sheâd be wearing that suppressed smile of hers before she looked down to hide it altogether to look focused in class. The interaction feels something like sharing a secret.Â
When your last lesson finished, you caught her just as she left the classroom.Â
âSo, Professor Chou, when is our first lesson?â you asked, tone lighter than usual as you fell in step with her.
âEager?â she asked with a brow raised, while her lips did that thing again to suppress her smile.
âSure, yeah,â you shrugged in answer, doing something of your own to not display just how eager you were. âLetâs keep the lessons consistent. How about our free period in the morning, every week? Does that work?âÂ
âI have detention that time for next week,â she said, with a slight downturn of her lips.Â
âOh, Iâll be joining you,â you said with a grin accompanied by a one-shoulder shrug. âLibrary duty again. Canât wait.âÂ
âWhat did you do now?â Tzuyu asked with a deadpan stare and you didnât have the energy to feign hurt.Â
âDoes it matter?â you chuckle, slightly shuffling to the side as a student hurried past you. âLetâs start from the week after, how about it?âÂ
For some reason, you wanted verbal confirmation from her. Wanted to hear that she was as eager to teach you as you were to learn from her. Even if it was only a fraction of what you felt. That feeling being the yearning for academic prowess, of course. Nothing to it more than teaching and learning.
âYeah, that works for me,â Tzuyu nodded with a small smile as the pair of you made a turn. âSame place in the library?âÂ
Your grin widened in answer. The noise of students chattering increased as the both of you neared the great hall. Tzuyu mirrored your smile as you entered the hall but came to a stop at the entrance. While it was merely optional, the pair of you would separate here to head to your own house tables. Unfortunately, the tables were separated by Ravenclaw.Â
âPerfect,â she fully turned to face you, her smile morphing into something a little more serious. Taking the hint, you turned to face her, with a semi-serious nod. âWe should focus on casting non-verbally first. So let's start with simple spells.â
You blinked, momentarily pausing as Tzuyu continued to plot her lesson plan. Your own smile, slowly but surely, tilting downwards.
She was taking this far too seriously⊠or perhaps, you should be taking it more seriously.
âBrush up on second-year and third-year spells,â Tzuyu paused for a moment, contemplating her own instruction but then nodded anyway. âYes, brush up on those spells and we can start from there. We can work our way up. Youâre an intuitive caster, but practice cleans you up. I donât doubt youâll master non-verbal casting.âÂ
Homework and a character analysis from the get-go.Â
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One Single Thread of Gold
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Part 2 Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as readerâs background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated đ
The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.
âI saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleevesâthey would look great with it. Itâs tres boho chic.â
JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.
âDid you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?â
âWait, what?â Emily interjected.
He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. âYeah, yeah. Thereâs an article written about it in Vogueâsoftness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.â
They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.
Penelope was the first to break the silence. âVogue?â
âKid, what gives? Just the other time, you didnât know how many shoes a woman owns and now youâre some kind of expert?â Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.
âDid not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?â Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.
âWhat?â Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. âIâI like to read.â A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.
The three women shared a look.
âBut you read academic textbooks and classic literature,â JJ stated.
Penelope added on. âNot fashion magazines.â
He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. âI donât discriminate when it comes to reading. If itâs interestingââ he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. ââIâll read it.â
Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasnât the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.
âOkay, see you tomorrow!â he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.
She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy geniusâ erratic behavior. âHuh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?â
âMaybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.â Morgan shrugged.
The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasnât far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldnât shake the feeling that there was something else.
So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. Sheâll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.
âââ
Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his motherâyou.
âSpence?â You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. âIs that you, baby?â
âHey, love. I missed you,â he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.
You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfumeâthe same scent youâve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. âI missed you too. How was your day?â
âBetter now with you,â his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. âActually, I almost slipped up today.â
You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.
âYeah? Did any of them catch on?â you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.
He laughed, finding your aggression cute. âNo. At least, I donât think so.â
âMaybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,â you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. âI mean, weâve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while youâre away. Which is a lie, by the wayââ
âI have plants!â he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.
ââthat I brought over, Spence,â you quipped back. âBut donât worry, I wonât spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.â
There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. âLove, I wouldnât exactly call you naiveââ his voice going an octave lower. âânot when youâre looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.â
Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheekâa stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.
Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when heâs on his knees tasting nectar from the source.
The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bedâonly the cries of his and your name and moans of âyesâ echoed well into the night.
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The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meantâluxury label and priced well above their pay grade.
She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldnât dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.
âReid, thatâs a really nice sweater,â she complimented, throwing in her bait.
He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. âYeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.â
Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. âCan I see it?â she innocently asked.
The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to herâstill warm from body temperature.
Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.
âWhat is it, baby girl?â Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. âItâs Reidâs new sweater. Are you seeing something Iâm not seeing?â
Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?
âHuh,â Emily surmised. âBased on the fibers, itâs definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?â
âIt says here on the tagâ100% virgin wool,â she read out loud. âThat makes it very expensive, right Garcia?â
The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. âRight you are, girlfriends! But itâs not only that, thisââ pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. ââthis is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollarsââ they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. âânow why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?â
With his vast intellect, he couldnât think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldnât very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question âfrom who?â He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.
When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.
âHey Spence, I got you something,â you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing itâs other half.
You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. âHere you go!â
âA new sweater!â He exclaimed.
You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. âI noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new oneââ your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. âânot that her gift wasnât great! No, it was very cute! Itâs justâI want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.â
He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about itâs nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.
He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. âI love it. Thank you.â
âItâs nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,â you reasoned. âPlus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.â
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.
âOkay,â Morgan drawled. âWhatâs got you smiling, Pretty boy?â
âNothing,â he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.
âWe have a case,â Hotch announced.
The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reidâs irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.
âHeâs been acting weird,â Garcia rushed out. âDefinitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?â
Emily nodded. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âA girl?â JJ guessed.
âYes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,â Garcia surmised. âDo you think heâll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?â
âFurther?â Emily clarified.
JJ laughed. âProbably, letâs wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?â
She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.
***
The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.
âCold Alaska is so not good for my skin,â she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. âI love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasnât it.â
Morgan chuckled. âAw câmon baby girl, donât tell me you didnât enjoy our time together?â
âYou, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,â Penelope turned to the other female profilers. âMy beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.â
Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.
âReid, since when do you carry lotion?â Emily inquired.
He shrugged. âHand cream has itâs benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on itâs properties, it can also repair and undo damage.â
The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.
âWe know that,â JJ stated. âWe just thought you didnât.â
His brows furrowed. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âWell, besides from the fact that youâve never shown interest about skincare before, isnât it a stereotype for men not to know? Unlessââ Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.
âUnless you have a girlfriend that we donât know about,â Garcia bounced on her seat.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Spencerâs eyes widened in alarm. He didnât realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. âWhat makes you say that?â
They laughed.
JJ started. âBesides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashionââ
ââor having a pricey sweater youâd never buy for yourselfââ Emily added on.
âOr, orââ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. ââhaving a shea butter lotion with rough hands!â She waved the tube up in the air. âPlus, this is half empty. So either itâs not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!â
Derek chuckled. âBaby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.â
âOh tell me something I donât know,â she quipped back. âSo Reid, want to tell us the truth?â
He sighed, finding no escape. âYes, yes I have a girlfriend.â
The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!
âLooks like that cat is out of the bag,â Rossi nonchalantly stated.
Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. âRossi, you knew about this and didnât tell me?â Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.
He laughed. âI caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over hereââ nodded in Reidâs direction. ââbegged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?â
âSix months ago?â Emily repeated.
âWait, wait. Hotch, donât tell me you also knew?â Morgan asked.
The unit chief smiled. âShe was added to Reidâs emergency contact last February.â
âFebruary? Thatâs almost a year ago!â JJ sputtered out.
The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. âReid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.â
âWhat about hearing it all from her, instead?â He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partnerâhopefully until the end of time. âShe wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.â
All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.
âMy man,â Derek sighed. âCanât believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.â
âAnswer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?â Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.
âThe prettiest,â Spencer gushed out. âSheâs my own personal sunshine.â
The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.
âShe makes you sappy too,â Derek teased.
***
[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]
Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.
Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. âYou okay there, lover boy? Sheâs still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?â
âYeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.â
Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. âYou know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldnât be sitting here worrying.â
âWhatâno Garcia, I donât want her tracked plus she didnât want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,â his voice going up an octave in your defense.
She shrugged. âIâm just saying. I mean we donât know a single thing about herââ
âWe do know she exists and youâve been together for almost a year now,â Emily interjected.
âActually, itâs been more than yearâone year and 124 days to be exact.â
âButtercup, all Iâm saying is we donât even know how she looksââ Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. âOh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bagâI wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.â
âOh sheâs pretty,â JJ noted.
Derek smirked. âBaby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her ïżœïżœïżœcause I wouldnât mind asking for her number.â
The tech analystâs eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.
âYou werenât kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,â JJ appraised.
Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. âIt looks high quality, probably vintage andâis she going near us?â
âOh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!â Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derekâs arm.
The stranger stopped behind Spencer. âHey handsome,â your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. âFancy seeing you here.â
Penelopeâs jaw dropped as she took in Derekâs flustered reaction.
âMe?â He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for himâthe ladies man of the BAU.
You laughed. âWell, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mineââ you bent down, kissing your boyfriendâs cheek. âHey, Spence.â
A series of gasps were heard all around the table.
The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. âHey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.â
âI missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,â you explained as he helped you into your seat.
Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yoursâall attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.
He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.
Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but hereâspecifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found itâs way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three timesâcommunicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.
The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.
âOkay, Spence,â she smiled. âMind introducing us to your girlfriend?â
He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. âThis is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morganââ he gestured to each one. âEmily, JJ, and Garcia.â
âItâs nice to finally meet you!â You exclaimed. âSo sorry weâre only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agentââ you nudged Spencerâs shoulder. ââwanted to keep me to himself. But whereâs Aaron and Dave?â
Emily whispered under her breath. âAaron? Dave?â
âThey had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,â Spencer explained.
âLove?â Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.
You nodded. âIâll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?â
âHowâd you two meet?â JJ asked.
âWhen was the first date?â Emily inquired.
Penelope brought out a pen and paper. âWhatâs you social security number?â
Derek snorted at that. âDo you have any other siblings?â
Spencerâs eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.
âShe has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,â Spencer laid out. âNo need to make it sound like an interrogation.â He was wishing to keep you forever, if youâd let him.
You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. âYeah?â
âYeah.â
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Dark Desires
older, best friends dad!Logan x reader
summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you..
warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, F!Receiving oral, PIV smut, prone bone and missionary, Somnophilla (technically??), daddy kink, roleplay?? pussy sniffing?? Kind of voyeurism? But the person is very much asleep. Also tagging this for dubcon but itâs more pre established consent/free use and slight CNC vibes depending on how you view it? Tagged this the best i believe i can but ultimately you are responsible for your media consumption.
A/N: i don't know where this came from, other than i had a glass of wine and a naughty thought. i tried real hard on this and its a little darker than i usually write- not to mention longer- but i hope yall enjoy a filth filled piece of my intoxicated brain anyway. Et voilĂ .
Masterlist Words: little over 4k (oop- longest thing ive ever written.. i got carried away..)
Your heart is hammering away inside of your chest so insistently that it feels like your ribs are bruised and your breasts are trying to punch their way out of your dress.
You're still wearing the stupid thing and Laura is drinking another mimosa. Part of you is grateful for that. Yet while you want her drunk and snoring tonight, part of you can't help trying to stop her.
You make eye contact, give her the look. Tell her to slow down because you two have been down this road before. She gets wild, has fun for half an hour, and then spends the rest of the night dizzy in a bathroom asking deep philosophical questions like why do my eyes hurt? And why do guys suck? And do i still have puke in my hair?
But if she's drunk tonight, just enough to sleep like the dead, then what?
You set your own drink aside to check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time this hour and lift a shaky thumb to your texts.
You've read the thread again and again and again, and still you don't quite believe it. The party swirls around you. A hurricane of sound and the smell of cocktails is sour in your nose. You feel the heat of your friends, your fellow graduates. one day lawyers, doctors, professors, professionals in their field; and yet here you are reading over the texts again.
You feel like a little girl and yet simultaneously the most grown of women because you have a secret, a dirty little secret.
You were nearly as drunk as Laura is now when you sent the first text a week ago. You were celebrating the end of finals and you were curled up in bed after a long night out.
One of your other friends had flirted with the bartender. You'd told the girl to stop and Laura had reached from her stool and pinched your leg. Asking if you'd ever needed something so badly that you actually made a bad decision.
Everyone had laughed, all except you.
You know she was teasing and complimenting in the same breath. You're a good girl and everybody knows it. Reliable, honest and never involved with the wrong kind of guys.. Always a reason to why you were too busy to bother. You were studying, too busy hanging out with Laura. Too busy prepping for school, internships and the next two decades of your life.
You're no angel, although of course, no one was. You've had your share of regrettable hookups and disappointing boyfriends, but nothing that set your world alight. Nothing worth risking anything for.
But maybe what Laura had said thread under your skin more than you'd like to admit. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the obvious risk.. Or was it that you'd been thinking about him for an indecently long amount of time?
So with finals over, diploma practically in hand. There was nothing preventing years of pent up lust from sending a jolt down between your legs, setting a crackling fire in your heart and making you sweat. Dripping down your neck, stomach, that spot on your lower back, they all tingled as you crouched on the corner of your bed and wrote a single text.
You: I need something.
You sent it. Had forced yourself to before you chickened out and immediately regretted it. You thought you'd worded it in such a way that you could play it off, pretend it didn't happen.
But you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would read those three words and know everything you'd kept from him all those years. Every dirty thought, every horny fantasy, everything.
It was all right there in the text. 2am on a Thursday night and truly it could only mean one thing. You put the phone down, tried to make yourself go to sleep.
Logan was an older man with a life. A job, house and a child- your best friend- and you were sure he wouldn't even see the stupid thing until the morning when you could say you meant to message Laura. Not him, not her father. But then you picked up the phone again, half panicked and ready to change your mind, when you'd saw those little dots.
That meant he was writing something back, at 2am on a Thursday night, either in bed or his limo.
Logan: You need to go to sleep
Of course.. Responsible. That was the responsible thing to do. And you would do just that. But first you'd just write a quick text to apologize. Say it was the wrong number and sleep this off; pretend it didn't happen for the rest of your lives.
But.. what if, for once in your life, it could be easy? What if Logan did know everything? What if.. There was something else? Because that was how this all started, hadn't it?
You'd always felt something more, saw something different in his worn eyes, his gruff demeanor. Heard something he was saying when he really wasn't saying anything at all.
Or.. Was it all in your head? Was this only ever a one way infatuation? A young woman's crush, a dark fantasy that only grew darker with each new kink you discovered in yourself? Losing all confidence, you texted back.
You: sorry. Wrong number.
And that was that- or it should've been that- If it was only ever a one way street. You put the phone down, tried desperately to keep your eyes closed, but the moment you heard the phone buzz again you peek.
Logan: Is that true sweetheart?
Oh no, no. it wasn't true at all. You knew he knew exactly who'd texted and why; what you wanted him to do. You'd been thinking about it for years. Adding to the fantasy. Soaking your sheets in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep, all that brought a temporary relief. If only for a little while; So, you text back.
You: No
Just that. A simple No.
Logan: You telling a lie?
You: Not exactly
Logan: So you wanted my attention then?
You: Wanted? No Logan.. Need.
And yes, you know need is a very strong word.
Logan: You feel very strongly about that huh? Strong feelings can be dangerous sweetheart.
You: what if i want something dangerous.
You answered back with the most honest thing you could say. And then there was a pause, a very long pause, in which you could see no dots, and even started to wonder if he'd abandoned you. Left you on read.
A thousand images erupted in your mind, different versions of him sitting and staring at your number- your words. Those cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he wondered if this was some kind of game.
But if it was a game.. Logan was ready to play and after a few minutes your phone dings again.
Logan: you're being a real bad girl tonight, aren't you?
And then it wasn't your best friend's father you were texting. Well, it very much was- that was the crux of it, wasn't it? But now it was also the man. The man on the other side of the phone who was paying close attention.
You: Yes, daddy. very, very bad.
Now, In the darkness of his daughter's room, You imagine colors swirling on her ceiling. Your heart restless like a caged animal and there is a knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter by the second.
You don't know how long you've been lying here. 5 minutes or 5 hours. But you know you can't possibly wait another moment... But then you do, because you have to.
You haven't heard from Logan all day and that makes you afraid. Really genuinely afraid that He's forgotten or changed his mind.
Because, well, it's just you and Laura in here, isn't it? You're lying on the floor, a lumpy pillow under your head, and a spare, slightly musty blanket folded under your breasts.
Laura is snoring away in her bed, her limbs tangled with a stuffed animal almost the size of her- one you'd won her from a carnival. It was like old times, she slurred drunkenly. The three of you huddled together in her bed, giggling and watching some crappy reality show.
She'd tried to get you to join her and the animal in the bed, but you'd said no. Insisted that it was too hot tonight. That you'd rather be able to spread out on the floor. Fortunately, by the time you made it up to Laura's room, she was too far gone to argue.
Unfortunately, now though, there's a very drunk girl in her bed beside you, a possible witness to your depravity. And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling and forcing yourself not to text. Not to call. To just ignore the nagging doubt in your gut.
And yet again, you still find yourself opening the text thread. Reading through the things you told him, the things he'd told you. A formed plan and line after line of you promising things. All of the 'Yes, daddy I want this' the 'Please do that to me' The repetitive 'ill be a good girl, Promise' And then, at the very bottom, a safe word. It was when you'd agreed on the safe word that you knew this was for real. Not a fiction in a book or a fantasy playing out in a movie.
The word. Kitty. An inside joke from years ago. The word proof that all the little confidences and conversations held an attraction you were both willing to hide for the sake of decency
But.. you don't want to be decent anymore. You'd confided your fantasy, one that you had dreamt so many nights. Wished for it in the hot, comfortable haven of Laura's bed every time you'd stayed over. The thought of her older, attractively gruff father coming to you in the night and making you submit to his secret lust.
Of him pulling your panties to the side while Laura slept untroubled. Logan ravishing you while you whispered and mewled 'please, daddy, make me your filthy slut'
You've always been his filthy slut, haven't you? Deep In your heart. The thought is turning the wet spot between your legs into a soggen menace. You've been horny before, You've been needy before, but never like this- because you've never tried something like this.
Never wanted something badly enough to ask for it; or even beg for it. This was a dream, a dirty desire, a secret yearning never to be true.
Then you'd drunk texted. You told him and he'd responded, not with shock or disgust, but enthusiasm, cautious enthusiasm. But it was still only text messages. You haven't spoken to him yet, not properly at least. Even when you saw him walk in at the party, or in the limo on the way back to Laura's. You couldn't bring yourself to say a word. Your mouth was so dry, cheeks so hot. Laura had laughed and said you were flushed in the backseat- a lightweight to end all lightweights- when in fact you haven't had a drop to drink tonight.
You're going to throw your phone at the wall, you swear it. But No, that would probably wake her up. Instead, you conclude that you're going to find your pants, and you're going to leave this house and never come back. You love Laura but you can't bear it, can't believe you trusted him with this. You can't lie here and torment yourself about your decisions a minute longer about your need.
Then, your heart leaps into your throat. phone dropping onto your chest with a soft thud. Quickly you brush it off and turn onto your stomach. Your head hitting the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and pulse racing like you've run a marathon.
Through your closed eyelids, you see the glow of the hall light from the open door, only for it to vanish moments later. Either the door has closed or the light's been turned off, but you're not sure which because blood is racing so loudly in your ears. Breath escaping in overwhelming gasps.
Do you hear calculated heavy footsteps or is that your imagination? You struggle to listen for Laura. Is she awake or still sleeping? The tension so tight in your chest that you begin to feel dizzy, almost nauseous. Then comes the creak of the floor at the foot of your makeshift bed, the unmistakable presence of another person in the room, their eyes on you.
You can't stop your body from trembling slightly as the sheet is softly yanked away. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your body buzz with anticipation.
Your legs are bare the cool air of Laura's bedroom. You're laying on your stomach. Face pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as if you're locked into a deep, drunken sleep- like you should be.
Your legs are splayed out, dark lacey panties riding up the crevice of your ass. One of your ass cheek's indecently exposed... then a rough touch caresses over the swell of that exposed cheek, two big exploring hands, gliding over you.
You hear the grunt of a man, and you know it can only be Logan. He's the only other person home.
Your heart is beating so hard you're afraid you're going to pass out. Laura is on the bed, sleeping mere feet away, and her father is groping you in your supposed sleep.
So the question becomes: are you dreaming now? or are you praying this is as far as he'll go?
when Logan pull's the fabric of your panties to the side, you know he's willing to go much further. He's quiet in the darkness around you, but he's big and the house is old; the floor creaking and groaning as he readjust's his heavy weight.
Your panties are roughly hiked over one cheek of your ass, the sound of ripping lace filling your ears. Logan's hot breath roll's over your ass and the tremble in your limbs becomes a full shiver.
You can feel his scruffy face so close to your body, Feel his nose against the crevice of your ass as he roves lower. Dipping further until his mouth- his nose - is pressed into the folds of your bared cunt.
You hear how he inhales deeply, toes curling in response. Your fingers lay over Laura's spare pillow, the case tight in your grip. He's smelling you, nuzzling against your dampening skin not once, but many times. Lewdly breathing in your scent like a dog that's found something it likes.
His calloused hands spread you open so he can breathe deeper still and when hes as deep into your cunt as his face will allow, his wet tongue slides out to lick at you. You cannot stifle your moan at the feeling, immediately biting your lip to keep from growing any louder.
But with this the culmination of so many fevered late night fantasies, you dont know if you are dreaming.
His wide tongue laps at your swollen clit, swiping open the seam of your pussy and to the point just shy of your tighter hole. You hear logan growl into your wet slit like a monster unleashed from beneath the bed. Feeling how how his licks grow stronger, longer and twice as ravenous as he steadily turn your pussy into a drooling, dripping mess.
He laps at you in the quiet darkness of Laura's room, calculated and experienced as you fight to not to cry out. The pressure of an impending orgasm building so tight in your body that it feels time you woke up.
And so you take a deep breath, a rough gasped sound falling out too. Your fingers claw at the pillow as you flex your lower half.
"Hmm?"You grumble, pretending to bat away the cobwebs of sleep. "Wha-whats happening, What are you doing?" You ask, voice thick with mock confusion.
Within moments you feel Logan's tongue retreat from your pussy, a weight so much heavier than your own crawl over your half naked body. You feel him pressed tight against you, still clothed if the scratchy fabric tells you anything, but an unmistakable bulge is hidden inside. Hard and large against your ass you feel Logan's arm rub against your shoulder. A big hand sliding over your mouth.
"Quiet, sweetheart" he growls in your ear. "Daddy's had enough of your teasing"
Another large hand slides beneath your sleep shirt to cup your tender tits, The nipples diamond hard against Logan's palm. You cant help but moan into his hand as you plead.
"Please. Didn't mean to tease" its a wine, petulant in tone.
"Course you didnt.. Shame S' Too late now" he whispers against your ear, teeth biting into your earlobe. The hand on your breast trails down. Right the way down to his slacks.
"B-but Laura" You warn him in a whispered panic, hearing the sound of a zipper sliding down. you struggle teasingly, hips bucking back against him. Its not enough to cause a scene or enough to wake your sleeping friend- his sleeping daughter- but just enough to make him pin your body down. Enough for you to feel a fraction of his real strength.
Logan's muscles bulge from the effort of caging you against the floor and spreading your legs.
"Nuh uh, Stay still. Stay right where ive got you" he murmurs darkly in your ear, voice a low rumble. the words fire through you like liquid lightning as you bite into his palm, not to fight but to restrain a high pitched moan that you fear could wake the neighbors- not just Laura.
"nothing you can do now sweetheart, just gotta take it" Logan says and you hear the mocking smile in the words, feel the throb of his thick cock as it emerges from the confines of his pants. "Kept telling me you were a good girl, so show me"
With your stomach flat against the ground, legs spread wide beneath him, you can do nothing but tremble as his cock slips between your legs. The cock belonging to your best friend's father sliding deliciously across that little bundle of nerves that sparks a whimper of pleasure.
Your eyes roll back as Logans hips buck, cock brushing your clit again, running up and down your slit torturously slow. "fuuuck, you feel that? How hard you've got my cock?"
You're kicking your legs now, moving your hips. It could be viewed as a struggle but its not, not really, you're just so desperately excited you can't keep still.
"Don't need to fight me baby. Just let daddy in hm? let it happen sweetheart."
And then he's pushing inside your body in one heavy thrust; slow and impossibly deep. The weight of him inside your cunt making you mewl against his palm. All the years of secret yearning, wet fantasies and subtle flirtations have all led to this moment.
It doesn't take many thrusts before your tongue is rolling out of your mouth, licking wetly against his palm like a grateful dog- a bitch in heat. You try to use it to muffle the moan that follows, a pitiful sound mixed with pleasure, like you're ashamed to be in the situation.
Used and humiliated around logans cock.
Its push followed by retreat, a half thrust and then withdrawal over and over. "So fucking tight" Logan growls as you wiggle your ass, not certain if your trying to squirm further in to his grip or out.
He's stretching your walls apart, the burn of his size delicious with each heavy he offers. Each bringing a pulsing throb on your clit. "Yeaaaa, that's it, take it like a good girl.." he groans. "S' what you wanted isn't it."
Logans right, this is exactly what you wanted and more. His body trembles atop yours from the exertion, balls squeezed against your ass, his hand on and off clenching around your breast. His thrusts picking up in pace as you struggle and squirm to keep quiet even under his palm
"L-logan" you whimper as he pushes particularly deep, pussy squelching lewdly from your arousal, his hand barley muffling the word. He knows your close before you do, can feel your cunt clenching desperately.
"Getting fucked so good your gonna cum sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, panting into it. "C'mon, tell daddy how good his cock feels."
"S-so good.. F-fuck yes daddy, please"
You whine and It is a struggle to pry his strong hand off your mouth to get the words out.
"Go on sweetheart. Cum, coat my fuckin cock. Show me this cute little pussy is mine"
and then his big hand clamps back over your lips as he begins to fuck you into the floor. Your orgasm crashes over you in burning waves. Every stroke becoming an ecstatic agony, overstimulation starting to buzz over your bones. Its a constant struggle to hold your moans and neither of you can move properly for the risk of waking Laura .
But Logans hips remain unrelenting, Fucking you prone on your friends floor. His balls swinging, swatting unbearably at your clit with every entry. The heat of him and being trapped against the floor is almost unbearable, but so is having to keep your whimpers quiet. sweat beads hot on your brow
you can hear his own desperate attempts at staying quiet. Broken only by muffled groans, grunts of exertion, and primal chesty growls as your cunt clenches wetly around him.
Yet the discomfort of overstimulation is no match for the absolute bliss of your submission. Your toes curling so hard you're on the verge of a cramp.
The friction between your clit, Logan's cock and the floor builds to an intolerable pressure. Something must give way. The temptation to lose all control and scream his name too great. Now that possibility of you blacking out is too dangerous to ignore. So you say it the word.
"Kitty!"
Not because you want to, but because in this moment you have to. Almost as soon as the word leaves your lips and sinks into the pillow, wet from saliva and tears, you feel his body shudder. muscles seizing while a heavy groan sounding out into the skin of your neck.
"you okay?" he pants softly worry creasing his brow. "Was it too much?"
Your wordless and it worries him. Making him pull back, cock slipping free with a hushed hiss as he helps you shift onto your back, so he can look at you properly.
Your hands rise, fingers caressing his scruffy cheeks. "M'okay" you pant, eyes on him. "wasn't too much. Promise."
No, in fact, It was just right- before it all overwhelmed you that is. Now? now you just want to hold him, make love to him. Hold onto something- someone that isn't really yours. Eye to eye, your mouth slides back over his, legs spread back open, ready to welcome his length back inside. Without a word you buck your hips down, beckoning him to fuck you again.
Things are much quieter this time. Pace slowed to deep grinds rather than shallow thrusts, pleasure once again coiling in your gut as you lean up to watch his cock disappear inside.
"Feel so good sweetheart, my good girl" he coos, lips against yours as his hand slips back to cup your breast. "My good girl with a fuckin perfect body"
You keep your eyes on logan, blissful smile across your face, and for this moment he's not your best friends father. Not with the way he's gazing down at you with a mixture of lust and long held affection. "always wanted you" he whispers, hand moving back from your breast to cup your cheek. "But I would have kept that secret forever.."
You squeeze him to your chest, heart stuttering at the admission as you lock your arms behind his neck, legs tight around logans waist. You whimper back his name, a plea on your tongue.
"Want you to cum logan.. Please, need to feel it"
You want it more than anything, to feel his cum pushed inside you; for it to drip out later as a downright filthy reminder. You kiss his neck, then cheek, and finally his lips. You want Logan to claim you right here on the floor, right under her nose and you know it makes you a bad friend. Your eyes roll back, hands clawing down his chest as you feel yourself giving up all thought to the rush that flows down the center of your body. The one that begins and ends in the wet, sticky place between your legs, Where the sensitive bud of your clit pulses like a dying star.
it's then he growls much too loud, and you respond back in a whimper, lips pressing tight as you cum together in panted kisses. Him pumping hot heady ropes of cum inside your cunt without reservation or regret as you clench in a vice grip around him.
Tomorrow you will be sore, you know it for a fact. But Tonight.. Tonight You can revel in a fantasy made flesh, your flesh and Logans wrapped around each tight. You drag weak fingers down through his damp hair, then his back, feeling the way his shirt is soaked through with sweat.
Logans panting has subsided by now, breaths no longer crackling besides your ear. He plants mouthy kisses at the juncture of your neck, ever so gently, like a sated wolf nuzzling at the muzzle of his mate. You giggle quietly as those kisses grow fiercer, teeth nipping at your neck.
"my good, great, naughty girl" he murmurs against your skin, voice soft. "you feeling okay sweetheart? sure it wasn't too much?"
You nod and he can feel the enthusiasm seep from the move as you grasp his face again. "Mhm, better than okay. Was perfect" you hum sleeplily, content in his hold, in the scent of him. Your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his cheeks as you kiss him long and deep, until the rub of his beard hurts your face and sleep begins to take you under.
You both know tonight was the culmination of so many fevered dreams. The breaking point of lust and its power that can't be fully expressed in words. So he holds you close- just as you do him in your rest- for a little while longer, until light begins to filter soft through the curtains and the reality of what you'd both done really begins to set in.
thats it!! lemme know what you thought anddddd yea! asks are always open to shoot the shit, drabbles and more! <333
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Ok rafe doing coke with the reader and then having a fuck fest đ
a/n. this has been sitting on my asks for a while now, i really hope you get to see it anon! thanks for the request!
you are giggling softly as rafe's finger gently rubs a tiny bit of coke onto your pink gums for the second time tonight, the effects of the drug already kicking in âeven though he was careful enough not to give you too much.
is it bad that you love getting high with him?
you can't help but suck his digit in a playful manner before he finally pulls his hand away, a thin thread of saliva stretching in between his finger and your lips as he takes it out of your mouth.
"now stay still for a sec, baby," he mutters, pouring a bit of the white powder for himself over your sternum.
your shirt is laying somewhere on the floor of his living room, boobs on full display while he does a line on your chest using his credit card âhe has been insisting on doing this all night, and it's not like you can deny him anything.
every little brush of his fingers lights your skin on fire, more than it usually does, and you know that's the cocaine doing its thing. your little nipples are hard, panties already wet as you watch him lean forward to snort the cocaine from between your tits, his tongue sliding all the way up your flesh where the coke was just laying when he's done so none of it goes to waste.
you gasp in response to his actions while you reach out to tangle your fingers in his soft, blonde hair. you give it a slight tug, knowing how much he loves it when you do that, and you're rewarded with a little grunt of his own.
he leaves a trail of wet kisses all over your chest, collarbone and neck as he makes his way up your body, aiming for your lips. he kisses you like he's starving as his large hands force your thighs open so he can slot himself in between them. you're both panting when he breaks the contact.
"how you doin', baby?" he asks breathlessly, lips still brushing against yours while he talks, "feeling good ?"
you nod in response. "so horny, rafey," you pant out, your hips unconsciously bucking up to grind your pussy against his cock over your clothes, desperate to feel him.
"suck a needy, little slut, huh?" he chuckles darkly, wrapping a hand around your slender neck.
he's just as turned on as you are, his hard dick throbbing insistently inside his pants while he stares at your semi-naked body squirming beneath him on the couch. your breath hitches slightly at his rough grip and you can feel your cheeks blushing when he grinds back, the friction making you shudder.
"dirty girl... so fuckin' desperate for cock," he murmurs hoarsely.
his calloused thumb gently presses against your pulse point âfeeling your fast heartbeat there, while his free hand reaches out to grasp the waistband of your shorts and yank them down your smooth thighs, exposing your black lace underwear. when he slips that same hand inside your panties, he finds you soaking wet for him.
"drenched already ? haven't even touched you properly yet... what a pathetic whore," he taunts.
he smirks against your flushed cheek as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside your tight cunt, and your pussy flutters around them. the dirty talk, added to the degrading words sent your way, has you turning to putty in his arms.
"gonna fuck this slutty cunt the way it deserves, you hear me?" he says, curling his digits inside you to hit your g-spot. when you moan and nod eagerly in response, he adds, "yeah? want me to ruin this fuckin' perfect pussy? words, baby."
you shiver at the demanding tone he uses with you, his raspy voice filling your ears and striking just the right chord in your brain to make your pussy drool.
"yes, need you to fuck my pussy so bad," you answer between pretty whimpers.
"you're gonna get it, a'right."
he's quick to get rid of your remaining clothes and then he undresses as well. once naked, he grips your hips roughly to turn you around, bending you over the couch. as he positions himself behind you, his hands are restraining you, one of them forcing your head onto the cushions so your back is arched while the other is pinning your hands at the bottom of your spine.
when he finally thrusts into your sloppy cunt, you're seeing starts behind your closed eyelids as you let out the loudest moans he's ever heard from you, which only motivates him to fuck you harder, hips slamming roughly against your plush butt and pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. he'd make you cum again and again, fingers bullying your swollen clit until you're begging him to stop, pretty cheeks wet with tears. only then, he allows himself to cum.
"baby, fuck, so good f'me," he'd moan while he fills you up, dick throbbing inside your spasming cunt as he fucks you through his orgasm, "such a good little slut."
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the greatest heist
james potter x female!reader
summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.
warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy
a/n: my bad for taking so long.. enjoy & as always, i apologize if you hate this!
part 1 | part 2
SITTING in the Hospital Wing for the rest of your glamorous night was certainly not on your bucket list for the year.
You couldn't believe that while your friends were most likely on their next shot of Firewhiskey, there you were, sitting with an ice pack on your ankle and a yellow, now turning purple, bruise resting below it.
The scowl on your face couldnât be more defined before a gentle squeeze on your forearm snapped you out of your angered thoughts.
A sweet, warm James sat beside you, his comforting smile as kind as ever. You gave him a shy smile in return, reluctant to admit that his presence made you feel just a little bit better.
"You know, you donât have to stay here," You said, voice soft but sincere. "You donât have to stay out of pity for me while the rest of our friends are probably on their fourth round of Truth or Dare." You snorted, trying to make light of it.
James lightly laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "I wanna be here," He replied sweetly, making your heart swell despite yourself. "I mean, I am partly to blame for your injury."
You snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, your vicious twirling of me is definitely what did it."
He yawned dramatically. "Yeah, Iâm so strong," He flexed one arm with exaggerated pride, earning a laugh from you as you playfully swatted at him.
"Well, dearie!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, appearing suddenly from the patient beside you. "It seems itâs just a deep bruiseânothing a bit of Bruisewart Balm wonât fix," She stated, handing you the small jar of balm. "Iâd recommend taking it easy on your feet for a day or two, but nothing too strenuous."
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," You smiled as she nodded and moved on to her next patient.
"And to prevent more bruising," Pomfrey added with a sly smile, "Iâd recommend staying away from Mr. Potter over here."
James frowned. "Oh Pops, how you wound me!" He said dramatically, making Pomfrey roll her eyes and walk away.
The tension in the room lifted, but as James turned back to you, the air between you two shifted. You met his gaze, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, how the dim light of the Hospital Wing made them look even more intense. You felt your heart race in your chest as he cleared his throat.
"Well, it seems like you wonât need to stay overnight," James said, a little too casually, his voice softer than usual. "May I help you hop back to your dorm m'lady?" His hand extended out for you.
You blinked at him, a little surprised at his suggestion. "What a gentleman," You mocked, though your voice was lighthearted as he helped you carefully get to your feet, his hand steady at your waist and the small of your back.
You both started down the hallway, his support a comforting presence as you tried to regain your balance on your injured ankle.
"You know Emmaâs going to kill me, right?" You said with a dry chuckle.
James huffed in response, his arm still around you. "Sheâs really not as deadly as you all make her out to be," he said lightly.
You scoffed, shaking your head. "I think thereâs a reason all the girls in sixth year have stayed away from you, and it isnât because of your looks or personality."
James laughed, but there was a tinge of embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, sheâs just really protective, you know?" He helped you adjust your step as you hopped slightly, trying to stay balanced. "She cares about me."
You raised an eyebrow. 'Protective doesnât mean bat-shit crazy,' You thought to yourself.
"But I am sorry for how sheâs been treating you," James continued, his voice turning a little more serious. "We broke up over it, you know?"
You didnât know how to respond. Youâd heard theyâd had a fight, but you hadnât realized it had escalated to that point.
"Over me?" you asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah," He nodded, his voice almost sheepish. "I know we havenât talked much in the last couple of years, but youâve always meant a lot to me, you know? So, when she gave me that choiceâyou or herâI thought it was a load of bollocks, but in the end, I think it was what we both needed. To take a step back, I mean."
You felt your stomach twist at his words. You knew their relationship had always been complicated, but hearing it from him like this was not what you had expected.
"And how did she take that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.
Jamesâs face softened, but there was a faint trace of sadness in his expression. "She yelled. Cursed me out for a bit, slammed the door, and I havenât seen her since."
You nodded, processing his words. You hoped to feel happy and to be excited, but you only felt sadness for James. Despite your dislike for Emma, he had seemed to actually enjoy her presence.
And all you ever wanted for James was for him to be happy even if it meant the literal Anti-christ being his girlfriend.
"Well," You said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."
James looked over at you, his lips curling into a soft smile. "Thanks."
The silence stretched between you two as you hobbled along the corridor. You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and something about it made your heart beat a little faster.
"Can I ask you something?" You ventured, glancing up at him.
"Anything," James replied, his voice sincere.
"Why didnât you ever... you know, talk to me about this before? Youâve been kind of distant, andâ" You cut yourself off, not wanting to sound too accusatory.
James gave a small, rueful chuckle. "Guess I was just stupid, huh?" He looked over at you, his expression thoughtful. "I always figured things would work themselves out, and we would get closer in the future. But maybe I was wrong or just scared of Emma." He lightly laughed.
You didnât quite know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet for a moment, your mind racing. The conversation felt like it was drifting toward a place you werenât sure you were ready for, but at the same time, a part of you felt like you needed the conversation.
As you approached the Gryffindor Tower entrance, you could see the Fat Ladyâs portrait in the distance, and the familiar weight of the evening was starting to settle back into place.
"This is me," You said, trying to keep your tone light as you stopped in front of the portrait.
"Yeah," James replied softly, a bit quieter now like he didnât want the moment to end. "But, you know, if you ever need anythingâ"
"I know where to find you," You said, a teasing smile playing on your lips.
James looked at you for a long moment, and for just a beat, it felt like everything between you two shifted again. His eyes were intense, but there was something more in them now, something that made your heart flutter.
"Yeah," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "You do."
You turned toward the Fat Lady, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions coursing through you. You gave her the password, and as the portrait swung open, you took a last glance at James.
"Night, James," You said, your voice soft.
"Goodnight," he replied, his gaze lingering on you as you stepped inside.
And for a brief moment, you couldnât help but wonder, maybe there was more to your friendship than youâd ever realized.
--
"He said what?!" Dorcas yelled excitedly, her voice carrying across the otherwise quiet Great Hall. You quickly shushed her, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching. It was way too early for this kind of drama.
You had both decided to wake up an hour earlier than all the other girls for two very important reasons: 1) You didnât trust Emma, and 2) You really didnât trust Emma.
A few third-years glanced up from their breakfast, clearly curious about the outburst. You snorted, trying to hide your smile as you took another bite of toast.
"And what did you say?" Dorcas asked, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.
"Nothing," You muttered, refusing to meet her gaze as you stared off into the distance.
"What do you mean you said nothing?!" She questioned loudly, banging her hand against the table with enough force to rattle your plate.
You grabbed her hands quickly, trying to calm her down. "Stop doing that!" You whispered, sending apologetic glances to the third-years who were now staring openly at you.
"I just mean you had a perfect opportunity to get back at Emma, get Potter on your side, and you said nothing?!" Dorcas exclaimed, her voice rising with the excitement of her accusation.
You sighed, guilt twisting in your stomach. "I canât do that to him, Dorc," You said quietly.
She stared at you for a long moment, clearly processing your words. There was a flash of realization in her eyes before she grinned, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You like him!"
You felt your face heat up as you rolled your eyes. "I do not."
"You do," She sang, drawing out the words like she was taunting a child.
"I do not," You said firmly, refusing to let her win.
"But you doâ"
"I do not!" You interrupted, suddenly shouting, not even bothering to care about the third years who were now openly staring at you.
Dorcas smirked in victory. "Yeah, sure you donât."
You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "This canât be happening to me. Itâs been one day since the plan was made!" You whined, half-exasperated, half-amused.
Dorcas gently pried your hands away from your face, her fingers rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles. "You canât just hold your feelings in. If you like Potter, then so what?" She said gently, trying to comfort you. "Better than that evil witch."
You snorted at that. "I can't, Dorcas. I refuse to like someone who has the craziest ex-girlfriend in all of girlfriend history."
She sighed dramatically, looking at you as if you were the most difficult person in the world. "So whatâs your master plan now, huh? Avoid him forever?"
You put on a fake, thoughtful face. "Avoid him," You pondered with a smile. "Itâs the only option. Great idea, Dorc!"
Dorcas huffed, shaking her head as she took her hands away from yours. "Yeah, maybe just avoid him," She muttered, clearly not sold on your brilliant plan.
You laughed and stabbed a fork into your eggs. "Exactly."
Before Dorcas could reply, a voice slid in beside her, smooth and familiar. "Isnât it the prettiest ladies Iâve had the honor of seeing as I awake?" Sirius Black drawled, grinning widely. Dorcas immediately shot him a disgusted look, scooting a few inches away from him.
"What do you want, Black?" You asked, already annoyed before he could even open his mouth again.
"Why do you treat me so horribly when I just want your love?" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him deeply.
You couldnât help but laugh lightly at his antics.
"Are all of the Marauders this dramatic?" Dorcas asked, still eyeing Sirius in distaste.
"Believe it or not, yes," You confirmed, just as someone slid into the seat beside you.
"Good morning," James Potter greeted, flashing you that same sweet smile you had trouble getting out of your head.
You immediately felt a flutter in your chest. Your throat seemed to dry up as you turned to look at him. He looked radiant this morningâlike the sun itself had decided to take residence in his smile.
You gulped, your brain scrambling for words. You quickly glanced at Dorcas, who gave you a subtle shake of her head, silently telling you not to do anything rash.
"Morning!" you rushed out, way too eager. You quickly gathered your things, mentally panicking. "I actually have to go study in the library for a while, so Iâm just gonna go ahead." You stood quickly, trying to make your escape.
James stood up with you, looking at you with those shining eyes. "I can come with," He offered cheerfully, clearly not reading the room at all.
You shook your head rapidly, desperate to escape the conversation. "No, no! Iâll be fine!" you said a little too quickly, almost tripping over your own feet as you backed away. "Iâll just see you later."
James and Sirius exchanged a curious glance as you rushed off. You breathed a sigh of relief the moment you stepped out of the Great Hall and into the corridor.
Finally, peace and quiet.
But then you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James Potter jogging to catch up.
"Hey!" He called out, clearly not bothered by your earlier panic. "I decided to come with you since Iâve got nothing to do. Figured we could walk to class together after studying." He said it so cheerfully as if you hadnât just escaped from his company a few moments ago.
You blinked, speechless. You hadnât expected him to follow you. You didnât think it would be this hard to get James Potter off your back.
He matched your pace, the two of you walking side by side in the silence that felt anything but comfortable.
And you couldnât help but wonder, just for a moment, if your life had just become infinitely more complicated than you had planned.
"So, what did you need to study?" James asked, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he looked at you with that easygoing grin of his.
You quickly scrambled for an answer, the pressure of his gaze making your mind race. "Astronomy!" You replied a bit too quickly, the excitement in your voice betraying your nerves.
"But you've always been good at Astronomy," James raised an eyebrow, his gaze skeptical as he studied you closely.
You tried to shrug it off, but your voice betrayed you. "I'm afraid the subject's been slowly slipping from me," You said, forcing a smile.
His face softened, the skepticism fading into a more understanding look. "Yeah, Professor Sinistra does tend to move quickly," He said, nodding in agreement. "I even tried to cast a time-slowing spell on her once just to get down all my notes."
You laughed, the image of James trying (and likely failing) to slow down the Professor amusing. "And what did you get in return?" you asked, a teasing grin playing on your lips.
"Two weeks of detention," He said, smirking as if the whole thing was just a funny memory. "Totally worth it though."
You giggled, the sound feeling lighter in your chest. "Of course it was."
You both walked in silence next to each other, making your way towards the library. You were glad that the silence was comfortable but a part of you still thought avoiding James was the best plan.
You went to sit at a table before James rushed over to you, pulling your chair out for you as you rolled your eyes, "Do you just want me to keep calling you a gentleman?"
"A bit," He shrugged as he sat down across from you.
You opened your textbook for Astronomy, actually deciding to do work since you were there anyways.
You noticed James making paper planes and attempting to get them to fly over your head. By the fourth one, it hit you square in the forehead, and you let out a dramatic sigh.
"Do you need me to give you a task?" You asked, eyeing him with a look that could only be described as 'toddler supervision.'
James rested his head on his palm, his gaze staring off into space. "I just think there are more exciting things we could be doing right now," He replied with a bored sigh.
"Like what?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and offering him a light smile.
He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with mischief. "I could teach you how to play Quidditch!"
You almost felt sick just hearing the words. You shook your head furiously. "I don't know about that," You said, looking back down at your textbook as if you could will the conversation away.
James grabbed your hand in an exaggerated plea. "Come on, it'll be fun!" He cheered, his enthusiasm making you laugh, but before you could say anything else, the librarian shushed him with a fierce look.
You giggled quietly, "Sorry, James, no," You said firmly, scribbling some notes in your textbook.
James pouted dramatically, laying his head down on the desk in defeat. You studied him for a few moments as he huffed, like a child who hadn't gotten his way.
You rolled your eyes, unable to resist the pull of his antics. "I'm not falling for this."
He continued to pout, his face scrunched in exaggerated misery. He pretended to sniffle dramatically, looking up at you with his big hazel eyes.
"No, James, I mean it," You said, trying to keep your tone firm, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.
--
And next thing you knew, you were on the Quidditch field.
You yelped loudly as you clung to Jamesâs waist, the wind rushing in your face as he zoomed higher into the sky. "We haven't even made it into the air yet!" James laughed excitedly, clearly having the time of his life as you panicked.
"This is still really high!" You cried out, your grip tightening around him. You dared a glance down and saw the ground growing smaller and more distant by the second.
"Close your eyes, Iâve got you!" James shouted reassuringly, though it still sounded somehow delicate, soothing you.
With a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped him even tighter. The wind whipped around you, but Jamesâs steady hold kept you groundedâphysically, at least. When you opened your eyes, the sensation of rising fast into the air filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.
James cheered as you both soared, flipping through the air and spiraling in wide, dizzying motions. You screamed, the wind filling your lungs with cold, sharp air.
But then, as if sensing your panic, James calmed things down, steering the broom to glide slowly over the Black Lake.
You exhaled a long breath, your heart rate slowing as you took in the view. From this height, the lake looked more beautiful than you'd ever seen it before, its surface sparkling in the early morning light.
You rested your cheek against his back, staring down at the glistening water below. "This is really pretty," You murmured, surprised at how peaceful it felt up here.
James chuckled lightly. "It's one of my favorite things to look at when I ride." He smiled, but you could feel his warmth, even through the rush of wind. When you lifted your head to look at him, he glanced back with a grin that seemed to make your heart skip a beat.
"Is this where you disappear to during Quidditch games when you're supposed to be looking for the snitch?" You joked, a teasing lilt in your voice.
James's eyes widened dramatically. "You've figured me out!" he yelled, a laugh bursting from him before he abruptly swerved the broom again, causing you both to spiral upward with another whoosh of wind.
You screamed as you were whipped through the air, but Jamesâs laughter was all you could hear. He cheered as the wind carried you higher, and you couldnât help but laugh, even as you felt the thrill and panic collide inside you.
Seeing James so excited, gliding through the air, eased most of your fear. His laughter, the way he moved so effortlesslyâit was impossible not to feel lighter in his presence.
You hadnât realized until now how much you wanted to see someone smile like that, so carefree and alive. His joy was infectious, and it made you feel like maybe you were starting to enjoy this too.
Jamesâs grin widened when he saw the way you were watching him. âSee? Told you itâs fun up here,â he said, his voice full of that same infectious enthusiasm. He spun the broom gently, making you feel the rush of wind again, and for the first time, you didnât mind it.
You met his gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, itâs amazing up here,â You admitted.
Jamesâs smile softened as he gently lowered both of you to the ground. You carefully dismounted the broom, your legs still a little shaky from the ride.
As James went to put the broom back in its rightful place, you glanced at your watchâ(yes, you had actually bought one)âand your heart dropped. "Shit! James, weâre going to be late!" You yelled, rushing toward him.
He immediately sprinted over as you tossed his bag at him with a hurried "Sorry!" You grabbed yours, slinging it over your shoulder before running up the stairs.
After what felt like an eternity of climbing, you stopped at the first landing to catch your breath.
James huffed, leaning on the railing. "Maybe we should just skip," He suggested, looking at you with a mischievous glint.
You shot him a death glare as the stairs shifted back into place, urging him to hurry. "Not an option, Potter!"
You both barely made it to class, arriving two minutes late. Professor Adair gave you both a disappointed look and gestured to the empty seats in the front. The entire class seemed to turn toward you, exchanging curious glances.
James leaned over and whispered, "Hey, you did great today."
You flushed, feeling a little flustered. "Thanks," You mumbled, half of you still recovering from the flying.
"Think I can have a spot on the team?" You asked, grinning at him.
James grinned back. "Oh, for sure. Your flying skills are impeccable," He said, his tone light and teasing.
"Be careful, Potter. I might take your spot as Seeker." You nudged him, half-joking, but his hand squeezed your thigh lightly in response.
You were about to respond when you saw your friends walking toward you, with Emma trailing behind them. The glare she shot you could've melted stone, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of unease.
"And why were you two late?" Lily asked, her voice mock-stern.
"Well, Mom, we were out flying," James said with a dramatic pout, making you laugh.
Lily looked at you, wide-eyed. "You went flying?"
"How did you make her do that?" Remus asked, half-sitting on his chair in front of you as Sirius snored, head resting on his shoulder.
"I donât think Iâve ever even seen Y/N jump ," Marlene chimed in, snickering.
You shot her a look, but the corner of your lips twitched. "It was a one-time thing."
"Oh, yeah?" James smirked, nudging you with his shoulder. "I think thereâs still more flying to do," He teased, and you giggled.
Your friends exchanged suspicious glances, but Emmaâs sour expression cut through the moment. She stepped forward, eyes fixed on James, her voice syrupy sweet. "Well, weâre thinking about going to Hogsmeade tonight," she said, ignoring you completely.
"Sounds fun," You said casually, but Emmaâs smile faltered slightly.
Sirius yawned, not looking up from where he was practically asleep on Remusâs shoulder. "So, are you two in?"
James looked at you with a grin. "If Mâlady is."
"Sure, why not?" You responded lightly.
Emma looked like she was about to cast the Killing Curse right there, but she held it together, forcing a fake smile. "Great, itâs a date," She said, her eyes burning into you.
You had a feeling that tonight was going to be very interesting.
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Maybe it's the Moonlight
- Theo Nott x Female Reader
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Pairing: Tutor!Theo Nott x Good girl!female reader
â When I write within an academic setting itâs a university au and therefore all characters are over 18!
Warnings: slight dubcon, dirty talk, fingering, corruption, praise, mild degradation, power imbalance, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex (thereâs literally nobody around but still itâs a public place)
Summary: Theo has been assigned to tutor you in astronomy, but his methods are a little⊠unorthodox (they involve fucking)
Word count: 3.1k
âI didnât take you for the type to sneak out past curfew, doll.â
You looked up from your seat on the edge of the Astronomy Tower to see your devastatingly handsome tutor staring down at you.
As one of the brightest in your year, it was incredibly frustrating to you that you were almost failing astronomy. What was even more frustrating was that Theodore Nott, the infamous man-whore whoâd probably never stepped foot in the library (for reasons other than making out behind the bookshelves), was top of the class.
When you requested additional help, you expected to be partnered with someone like Hermione Granger - someone as studious and academically motivated as you. Yet here you were, meeting with one of the most attractive yet most troublesome boys in school.
You two were the definition of an oxymoron: you; good, innocent and studious, juxtaposed with him; bad, corrupt and carefree.
âIâm normally not,â you said defensively, âbut I really need to pass this class.â
âAnd you want my help.â he smugly added as he sat down next to you.
Immediately, you felt some weird tension between the two of you. Why did he look so happy to be here? And why was he wearing such a predatory smile on his face?
Maybe itâs the moonlight you told yourself, as you made a mental note to reschedule your next session for a more civilised location, despite the fact that this one was undeniably practical - what better time and place to study the stars?
You cleared your throat and flicked through the pages of your textbook, feeling rather shy, and desperate to get this study session over with as soon as possible. âSo, what first?â
Theo tutted and plucked the dusty old book from your hands, before he carelessly chucked it over his shoulder. âWhatâs first is I wanna hear you say it: Theo I need your help.â
âHey I needed tha- what?â
He was already having fun with your new dynamic. Whilst you were disappointed with your assigned tutor, he was pleased. In astronomy, the only class you shared, he would watch you intently - in a way not dissimilar to how lions stalk their prey. You were too perfect⊠he thought often of inviting you over and corrupting you; fucking you senseless and leaving enough marks on your body to prove it. However he knew you would never agree to hang out with him outside in a social setting - his academic arrangement was a perfect way to get you alone.
âYou heard me, miss high-and-mighty, I want you to say the words.â
âWhy?â you crossed your arms in protest. You didnât want to admit to needing anyone, especially not Theo Nott.
âCos you think youâre better than me,â he said simply, âyet here you are about to fail astronomy, expecting me to help you pass it. You almost sound entitled really, maybe I should just go-â
âFine.â you cut him off, which only made him grin and look at you expectantly. âTheo I⊠I need your help.â
âGood girl.â his grin widened hearing you say those words, whilst simultaneously your eyes widened hearing his response. What did he just call you?
âWhy did you want me to say it so badly?â
He shrugs. âWhat man doesnât want a pretty girl to say she needs him?â
Cheeky bastard. Nevertheless, you felt your cheeks heat up against your will. He thought you were pretty. Not that that shouldâve meant anything, coming from someone like Theo Nott. He was notorious for being a womanizer. A playboy. A man-whore. You so badly wished his reused words had no effect on you, but they did. Looking down at your lap you prayed that your flush wasnât noticeable in the darkness, for you were almost embarrassed at how he could fluster you with so few words.
It was very noticeable.
At least, it was for Theo, who had been seeking such a reaction and had therefore picked up on it immediately. He wasnât entirely sure if you even wanted to study at all when you suggested meeting in the Astronomy Tower, with it being a primarily regarded by students as a hookup spot. It surprised him that you actually brought textbooks and came with the intention of learning.
He had other ideas.
He was sick of girls throwing themselves at him, this time he wanted a challenge - but he didnât just didnât want any challenge, he wanted you.
He wanted to shut your smart little mouth up with his own; he wanted the satisfaction of taking someone so smart and fucking them dumb. The dirty-minded boy found it cute that youâd so innocently suggested the meeting in the middle of the night - that the impure thoughts he was thinking hadnât even crossed your mind.
Clearly you hadnât considered your choice of clothing either. He didnât miss the way the wind was causing your little pleated skirt to fly up, nor the way your tight blouse clung to your curves and accentuated all the right places. Places heâd love to touch; to kiss.
Alas, he would have to settle for letting his mind wander for now. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he did also commit to helping you. His hands would have to wander later. Wander up to your perky tits, down to your sensitive cuntâŠ
âAnyway,â he shook his head to rid himself of his horny thoughts, âis there an area of study youâre particularly struggling with?â
âStar charts.â you admitted, your shoulders slumping.
Theo looked as though he was trying his hardest not to laugh at you. âStar charts?â
âYouâre supposed to help me, not mock me.â you deadpanned.
âIâm sorry,â he chuckled, âI just find it amusing that someone as intelligent as you canât read a fucking star chart.â
âI can read a star chart just fine. I just canâtâŠâ
âUse it to navigate the sky?â he offered.
âExactly!â
Unable to help himself, he dropped his voice to a low and seductive tone and leaned into your ear. âWell Iâd be more than happy to make you see stars.â
Theoâs hot breath on the side of your neck combined with his dominant tone caused a gush of wetness between your legs. Discreetly, you squeezed your thighs together, silently willing yourself to break free from whatever trance heâd put you under.
This didnât go unnoticed by Theo, who was thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm.
âI- if you donât wanna help me thatâs okay but I think maybe I should-â
âBelieve it or not,â he cut you off, his tone surprisingly gentle, âIâm actually trying to help you.â
A puzzled look appeared on your face. âYou threw my textbook away when I tried to open it.â
âWell, letâs not live in the past.â he waved off your statement, holding out his hand for you to take. âDo you trust me?â
âWith what?â you eyed him skeptically.
âJesus are you always this tense? Itâs a yes or no question, doll.â
After a moments hesitation, you answered; âYes⊠yes,I trust you.â and took his hand.
That was all the confirmation he needed to yank you onto his lap, causing you to let out a little gasp. Sitting on Theo Nottâs lap was not how you envisioned spending your study session, but you were hardly complaining. The faint aroma of cigarettes and the sound of his racing heart should be distressing - a sign of danger, even - but you felt oddly calm. Your back was towards him so you were both facing the night sky as he asked, âCan you point out Andromeda for me?â
The feel of his hardening bulge underneath your ass had momentarily stunned you, and you stuttered trying to answer his question.
âJust relaxâŠâ his fingers caressed your exposed thighs comfortingly, slowly working their way upwards, meeting the hem of your mini skirt.
âWhat are- shouldnât we study first?â You grabbed his wrist to stop his fingers going any higher.
When you said first, implying that you would be interested in having sex with him later, he felt his cock twitch. Finally, you were granting the opportunity for him to make you his. Luckily for the both of you, Theo was great at multitasking.
âTut tut, do you want to get better at astronomy or not?â
Well yes, but you couldnât see how him touching you was going to help with that. âI-â you were cut off by your own whimper as you felt Theoâs fingers graze over your clit through your underwear.
âThen letâs try again. Whereâs Andromeda?â
At first, his fingers lightly circling your clit were too much of a distraction. It was obvious he had experience, because he knew exactly how hard to press to satisfy you but still keep you coherent. After a moment of getting used to the sensation, your brain was clear enough to answer his question so, using your finger, you traced the outline of the constellation in the sky.
âThat was correct, clever girl.â
âWait, really?â you bounced up and down in excitement, making the boy underneath you groan at the feeling of you pressing on his hard cock. âHow did you teach me to do that without teaching me anything?â
âYour problem is you think too much. I thought if I helped you⊠relax, youâd be able to focus on astronomy a little better. Clearly, I was correct.â Theo moved his hand inside your underwear and slipped a finger inside your wet hole. âWell done.â
Your mouth falls open at the feeling of his long finger deep inside your tight cunt, stroking your inner walls. As determined as you were to not be another one of his silly hookups, you couldnât bring yourself to deny the pleasure he was giving you.
âFuck, doll, who knew a good girl like you would be this wet for someone like me.â
Theoâs finger teased you for the next twenty minutes as he asked you various Astronomy-related questions, which you answered correctly. He was right, you were clearly thinking too hard at something so simple, and his fingers pleasuring you rid you of all the unnecessary thoughts, allowing you to focus solely on the stars. Every now and then, Theo would increase the pressure on your clit or thrust his finger deeper, just to see you cut yourself off mid-sentence with a moan or a whimper induced by his touch.
âTheoâŠâ you whined after answering a dozen questions about constellations, looking up at him. You were asking for something, but you werenât quite sure what. Just something more.
He pushed a second finger inside you, curling them upwards into you slowly as his palm pressed against your clit. Watching you writhe on top of him and hearing you moan made his dick throb in his trousers, as he internally tried to decide between bringing you to your climax on his fingers first or just freeing his cock and fucking you raw right away.
âYeah, amore? You like being finger-fucked out in the open?â he whispered, even though there was no chance of you being seen or heard by anyone at this time. His words went straight to your core and his previously slow pace started to quicken as he felt you clench around his digits. âFuck- yes right there.â you cried, feeling his long fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside you.
Not long after, he retracted his fingers, smearing your wetness on your clit teasingly before removing his hand from your underwear altogether. The new, empty feeling made you whimper.
âWhyâd you stop?â you pouted breathlessly whilst you turned around in his lap, now straddling him.
Locking his eyes on yours, he brought the two fingers that were previously buried inside you to his lips and licked off all your juices. âSo sweet.â he muttered to himself, probably not intending for you to hear. âBecause,â he said louder, âI want to make you cum on my cock, if youâll let me.â
Your eyes flick down to his now rock-hard erection, still trapped inside his trousers. âYes, pleaseâŠâ
âAtta girl⊠but first, letâs get these clothes out the way, shall we?â
You nodded frantically, tugging at the hem of his t shirt as he unbuttoned your blouse to reveal your tits sitting perfectly in a lacy white bra. âThese are fucking gorgeous.â he palmed them before reaching round to unclip your bra. âI canât want to watch them bounce as I fuck you.â
He pulled away briefly to discard his own shirt before flipping you both over. How he revelled in the sight of you underneath him, all exposed and desperate. Theo knew that you werenât like him; you werenât the type to sleep around. He was honoured to be making you feel this good, and he wanted to make sure you had as much fun as he knew he would have.
After pulling off his trousers he guided your hand to his bulge, making you feel him through his boxers. âCan you feel how hard I am for you, amore? How desperate my cock is to sink itself into your pretty little cunt?â
He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss, his thumb finding its way to your clit. Your fingers found his waistband and tugged on it, indicating that you wanted him to discard them. He obliged.
Pulling away from the kiss, your jaw dropped as you saw his erection finally spring free, hitting his stomach. It was bigger than you couldâve imagined, and you suddenly found yourself conscious of how large he was in comparison to you.
âTheo that is not gonna fit inside of me.â
âLetâs find out, shall we?â he yanked your skirt and your underwear down with one harsh tug, leaving you entirely on display for him. With one movement of his hips the tip of his cock found your dripping wet entrance, and he pushed it in it in ever so slightly. The stretch makes you moan; his cock was way thicker than his fingers. âSee that, doll, your warm little cunt is practically pulling me in. I told you I know whatâs best for you.â
Tugging at his brown curls at the back of his neck, you hum in agreement. âPlease⊠I need you.â
âI didnât even have to ask you to say it that time.â he grinned before he bottomed out inside of you making you cry out. A bulge was visible in your stomach where is cock was deep inside you, still whilst you adjusted to his size. âYou okay, pretty girl?â All you could do was nod, not trusting your mouth to form coherent words with the boy who was meant to tutor you buried to the hilt in your dripping wet cunt. âWords, please.â he commanded as he grabbed your jaw to bring your face closer to his.
âYes Iâm- Iâm more than okay just pleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â
âPlease fuck me.â you said in a small voice, surprised at yourself for saying it outright. At your request he started to move, making you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sensation.
âDonât hold back, amore. Your sounds are as cute as your face, I wanna hear them all.â
And with that he began to pound in and out of you, immediately picking up a harsh pace. His large hands pinned your wrists on either side of your head so you could make no attempt to cover your flushed face or muffle your breathy moans. He was no hypocrite either, groaning into your ear letting you hear just how much he was enjoying fucking you raw.
It was even more erotic than heâd imagined. Heâd managed to turn a tutoring session with the schools resident good girl and turn it into a scene straight out of a porno. The sight of your tits bouncing as your tight, warm cunt took his thick cock was one he wanted engrained in his memory. Fuck, if you werenât on a hard wooden floor heâd be tossing your little body around in all sorts of positions. And god, how he wanted to taste you; to suck on your sensitive little clit and lick up your sweet juices. The opportunity hadnât arose in this particular occasion, but it only motivated him to get you in bed again.
âYou feel fucking incredible.â he groaned, earning only a whimper in response. âBet you couldnât answer any astronomy questions now, hm?â
You shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. âN-no, I-â his pace didnât falter as you felt yourself clenching around him, orgasm building up - if anything, it quickened.
âCos Iâve fucked you senseless, havenât I?â Although you could hear him, you couldnât respond. His voice was muffled and your vision was clouded, your pleasure was so overwhelming, you couldnât think straight. âYou like going dumb on my dick?â
Theo could tell you were close, so he brought a thumb to your clit, adding pressure in circular motions. Thatâs all it took for your orgasm to come crashing over you. âTheo, Iâm-â
âDo it. Let go. Cum for me.â
And you do. Just as he promised, you swore you saw stars whilst he fucked you through your high and chased his own. He didnât slow down to accommodate your now increased sensitivity - his need almost became primal as his thrusts got sloppier the closer he got. âGonna fill you up with my cum, doll. Real deep.â he grunted in your ear, feeling his own orgasm building. The pressure from your tight cunt felt like heaven to him, but mostly it was the way you were looking at him that pushed him over the edge, like heâd just taken you places you didnât know you could go.
You both moaned as you felt his hot cum spill into you, marking you as his. And you were his, now. Heâd ruined you for anybody else; heâd moulded you to fit him perfectly.
After pulling out, he laid down on his side next to you, tracing mindless circles around your navel.
âThat,â you inhaled shakily, âwas amazing. Are you okay?â
His eyes, which had previously been fixed on the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, snapped up to you. By the looks of it, people donât normally ask him that after sex, and you immediately felt as though youâd said something wrong. That was, until you felt his hand cup your cheek. âCareful, doll, youâre really making me want to keep you.â
âWhat?â you roll onto your side to face him.
âNothing.â he sighed in content. âIâm great, are you okay?â
âAmazing. Same time next week?â you attempted to joke.
âSame time tomorrow.â
#àšà§ daisy writes#theo nott#theodore nott#theo nott x reader#theo nott x you#theo nott x y/n#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott smut#theo nott smut
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mdni. nsfw 18+
pairing: husband!lee jeno x wife!reader
warnings: clingy jen, mirror sex, breeding, unprotected sex
jeno loves to coddle you, his pretty little wife. heâs absolutely head over heels for youâstill the lovesick puppy since you first started dating all those years ago.
he worships the ground you walk on, wanting you in his arms at all times. waking up every morning buried in his warm muscular chest and crushed by his biceps. squeezing you into a tight back hug whenever you cook dinner for the two of you. pulling you into his lap whenever youâre sitting on the couch watching tv. following you around the house and insisting on helping you with the most menial tasks.
you donât mind at allâin fact, you love seeing such a big strong man absolutely melt in your presence and follow you around like a lovesick puppy. you love the way his arms flex and bulge when he carries you, squeezes you against his body.
you love the way he makes you watch.
makes you watch the way he holds you up against his body, when your legs have gone numb and your mind has gone blank. he holds your face up in a headlock, bicep bulging against your face, while youâre forced to watch the way his hips slam into yours from the back. one hand on your face, one hand gripping your ass while he pounds your cervix into nothing.
in the mirror, you can see everything. even when heâs fucking you wildly from behind. from the way his muscles flex and bulge with every movement, to the way your body jiggles from his powerful thrusts, to his fat cock connecting your bodies over and over again.
your body is helpless against his powerful thrusts, shaking with his every move, ass jiggling wildly from the sheer force. your pussy leaks and clenches around his fat cock tightâheâs just so big. you can feel shockwaves of pleasure shoot through your entire body with every slam of his hips that fits his cock deep in your pussy.
âbabyângh,â he groans low into your ear. âpussy just made for me, hm? my perfect wife made just for me.â you whimper in response.
his hefty balls slap against your clit and you moan wildly, the lewd sounds of sex echoing loudly throughout the bathroom. you look down to where his cock slams into your used cunt over and over again, with no signs of relenting. his face is set with sheer determinationâgod your husband is so fucking sexy.
âj-jeno! please,â you moan breathlessly and let your head fall back onto him, face twisted in pleasure.
he chuckles. âwhatâs that baby? fucked too dunb to speak?â he slams his hips particularly hard. the head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot and you gasp. âhow about i give my wife a reward for being so good?â
âfuck. y-yes!â
âmm, baby you must want me to breed this pussy huh?â he removes his hand from your face to grip the other side of your ass, using the leverage to pull you back onto his cock to meet his every thrust. you squeal, moaning even louder with the added pressure.
âyes! please, jeno, ah! fill m-me up, puh-please,â you almost start sobbing from the pleasure. âwant it so bad.â
âokay, baby. anything for my precious wife.â
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summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover. (part one)
idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 3.6k
warnings/content: jungkook takes a day off and surprises oc <3 ; he's veryyy touchy; he gives oc's boobie a lil bite lol this guy ; s*xual innuendos; one (1) spank; oc comforts him :(; bam is home too!!; family is complete
â in which masterlist!
note: smth short and sweet so i can recover from dreamboat loool missed my babies sm <3 as always reblog and/or feedback is very much appreciated! <3
p.s. i'm also redoing my iw taglist so pls comment/send an ask if you want to be (re)/added!
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âbaby? iâm home.â
youâre confident to say that youâd never mistake jungkookâs voice for anyone elseâs. and on that note, you must be dreaming of himâ the voice of an angel, the calloused palms cupping your cheeks⊠the audible and damp kisses delicately being peppered all over your face. everything feels so real. too real. just like how it used to be.
it hasnât been long since you last saw him. you communicate and meet whenever itâs possible, no matter how short the time he is allowed to dedicate. still, you miss him all the time, everyday. you keep telling yourself itâs not that bad. time is passing by faster than you feared. but this whole set-up is foreign and daunting. and you miss him. you miss him all the time. that must be why youâre dreaming.Â
when you open your eyes in the morning, youâve come to expect nothing more than the view of the plain white ceiling, or the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains.Â
so why are you gawking at jungkookâs face?
he smiles from ear-to-ear, bunny teeth and crinkles around his eyesâ you canât be mistaken. itâs him. it feels as though your heart has been shocked and revived.Â
âjungkook!â you gasp.
you startle your own self when you abruptly throw your arms around him. he tries to hold you up, but youâre far too ecstatic for your own good, inexplicable joy thrumming in your veins and fireworks bursting in your ribcage. you squeal and jump up and down on the bed like a little kid on christmas morning; jungkook hugs you back tighter than he has ever done before, protecting you from the fall and crash.
âoh my god, youâre here! youâre here!â
âyes, iâm here-â he laughs in amusement. âow shit, settle down- wow, itâs so early. why are you so energetic-â
âi missed you!â you briefly pause for oxygen. âso much! iâm never letting go of you again!âÂ
âwow!â he makes a dramatic wheezing sound. âthat much, baby? you missed me that much?âÂ
âthat much!âÂ
you draw back with a pout, just enough so you can look at each other, nodding your head probably too fastâ youâre almost dizzy. adrenaline tide calming into waves, youâre catching your breath.
are you certain that this is not your imagination playing tricks on you?
âyouâre hereâŠâ you slowly say. itâs only registering to your whiplashed brain. there is barely any feeling in your arms as you touch his face, an attempt at separating wishful thinking and reality. âwhy are you here?â
âwhy else?â he grins toothily. âbecause you said you were missing me.âÂ
your attempt at forming words is rudely interrupted. he steals a kiss, this thief⊠hard and hungry, keeping you in place by his palm cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.Â
he pulls away with a satisfied hum, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. âand because i was missing you more.âÂ
for a moment, you gaze at each other in silence. youâre still neck deep in disbelief and euphoria. that kiss took your breath away. under the circumstances, you shall yield and admit that he misses you more. he requests for developed photos of you when you come visit. thatâs something you never imagined youâd have to do.Â
he tries to tame your messy hair, smoothing it down until heâs holding your cheeks lovingly. âi mean, what else was i supposed to do? i miss waking up to this pretty face everyday.âÂ
you pucker your lips in response, demanding for a kiss. this earns a chuckle from him before he grants your wish. an unintelligible noise of joy escapes your mouth as you jump and hug him again. it is shortly followed by a yelp when he whisks you off the bed without warning, spinning you âround and âround⊠âround⊠and âround⊠andâŠ
your laughter soon transforms into horror.Â
âjungkook!â you scream with your eyes squeezed shut and your legs curled around his waist. âokay! stop it! iâm getting dizzy!âÂ
the crazy bastard keeps on giggling as if he doesnât hear a thing. you always expect these reunions to be so emotional, but when jungkook is here, it feels as though he never left. Â
âjungkook!âÂ
you hook your leg around his, causing the two of you to collapse on the soft mattress. you land on top of him with a whimper. you breathe out a sigh, relieved that the nausea-inducing ride is over.
âthat was fun.â he speaks next to your ear; the sensation makes you squirm.Â
âit was,â you push yourself up to search for more air, a little sweaty after yours and jungkookâs hyperness took control of your bodies. âfor the first five seconds.âÂ
youâre now properly straddling him, ass on his crotch. itâs accidental, but nothing new. nay, comfortable. this level of proximity wonât feel like intimacy with somebody else. goddamn, you missed your boyfriend so much.Â
a big, sleepy yawn zaps your attention from him. you cover your face with both hands, wandering into the darkness for a little while. you find that your mind is devoid of any thought. perhaps youâre more overwhelmed than you let on.Â
âmissed this view tooâŠâ he reveals amidst the haze, a distinct change in the tone of his voice.Â
there they areâ the butterflies in his stomach, slaves to you and only you. he breathes through his parted lips as he caresses your thighs with tenderness bleeding from his fingertips, your skin so smooth and soft in contrast to his calloused palms. his lips curve into a drunken smile when you graze his greedy hands, as though granting them permission, before they slip inside the magenta velvet of your night dress. the material bunches over his forearms as he reaches for your hips. it leaves almost nothing to the imagination (in his case: memory). his attention is stolen by your cotton panties. light taupe. decorated by white polka dots.Â
âthis oneâs new.â he comments.
you peer down to figure out what he meant. right, heâs never seen this before. âsurprise! you like it?â
âyes, itâs cute.â he toys with the little ribbon at the center of the waistband. âyou rarely get this color.â
âthanks. i think my taste is changing.â
âreally?ïżœïżœ
âmhmmâŠâÂ
his hands venture up to your waist, kneading at the flesh and reacquainting with the feel of you. heâs been pissed off at the thought of forgetting what it feels like to touch you, knowing your body like the back of his hand. he hasnât been away from you for extended periods of time since their last tour. that was years ago.Â
for maximum comfort, he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. âletâs move here.â he carries you with him, back comfortable leaning against the headboard, while you remain sitting pretty on his lap. âbam was sleeping on my side of the bed when i arrived.â
âhuhâŠ?â you blink.Â
âyou didnât know?â
you shake your head innocently, a tad distracted by your eyes roaming his naked torso. he looks absolutely ravishing as ever. did something already change from the last time you saw him?Â
âi tucked him into his bed last night.â
you visited bam at the training facility after work yesterday, but he kept trying to follow you as you were leaving. your fragile heart caved and you brought him home for the weekend. you texted jungkook about it but he didnât respond; as much as that made you sad, you figured he was just tired or he used his phone time to talk to his family.Â
you spent the whole night playing with bam and watching his favorite dog entertainment channel on youtube. the house wasnât dead silent for once. you fell asleep together on the couch until you woke up at 2am and tucked him and yourself into your respective beds. it was easy to fall back to sleep after, but it felt weird that you didnât need an audiobook or hours of calming sounds of nature.Â
youâre not whining. there have been a lot of sunny and happy days. you have wonderful people in your life who act as your support system in their own unique ways, but jungkook and bam⊠theyâre your family. you made your peace with no longer having one, but now that youâve built your own, having to be apart from them makes your heart ache.Â
âdid he sneak in to sleep next to you? he does that now?â he makes a surprised face. âwhatâs this? iâm so jealous of him!â
a pinch in your heart.Â
you try your best to conceal a frown, but your poor choice of words paints your disappointment. âyouâre not-â you avoid his eyes. âstaying the night?â
âyah, you donât have to look so sad. i can stay, baby.â
âyou can?â your face lights up.Â
âfor you, iâll make it happen.â he cheeses, affectionately tapping the tip of your nose like itâs a button to make you smile. âiâm only working hard in there to earn more days off, you know that?â
that makes you frown.
âbabe, donât do thatâŠâ you whine, shaking his shoulders. âyou donât need to work so hard. only do what is required of you. i just want you to be healthy.â
âno⊠just let me.â he replies with finality. âi need⊠i need a reason. youâre the reason why iâm still hanging in there, and i donât want to miss another anniversary.âÂ
he bats his eyelashes.Â
âbeing your boyfriend is my favorite job in the whole world.â
and how are you supposed to argue with one of his most heart-fluttering, most wholesome lines yet?Â
you sigh in defeat. âthen you can rest when youâre with me.âÂ
âi love you.â
âi love you, too.âÂ
you lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted when he yawns. your forehead ends up resting against his as you giggle uncontrollably at the unexpected and hilarious view of his open mouth.Â
âsleepy?â
he bows his head in embarrassment, body vibrating with laughter. âi couldnât sleep because i was so excited. i wanted to talk to you last night but i was so sure iâd spoil the surprise.âÂ
âof course you couldnât.â you giggle, removing yourself from his lap while tugging at the collar of his shirt. âcome here. letâs sleep some more.â
you lie down on the bed facing each other. jungkook moans in contentment as you engulf him in your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. he can smell your body wash, sweet and clean. thatâ that isnât new. every muscle in his body decompresses. he needed this, needed you. desperately. tremendously. you pull the thick and warm blanket over yourselves and he melts. while he wishes he was taller, he knows he is still of considerable height. heâs been bulking up, getting stronger than before too. but he doesnât give a fuck about those at the moment. heâs not even aware. his body fits perfectly with yoursâ thatâs all he knows. oh⊠heâs melting. but it doesnât feel like heâs being reduced. he has everything to gain. this is heaven on earth.
he opens his eyes into an awful squint, faced by your cleavage spilling out from the neckline of your night dress. thereâs this urge he canât ignore. itâs not spelt out in his mind, he rather feels like his body is having a fit. next thing he knows, heâs carefully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the swell of your boob. he stays still for a few seconds, and then pulls away once he deems himself satisfied. he wipes your skin with his thumb incase he left some saliva, innocent eyes peeking up at you huffing out a quiet laugh.Â
âyou sure thatâs all you needed?â
âiâll devour you later.â he smirks, blinking sluggishly. âiâm tired but just you wait. iâll go all night!â
ânot if i beat you to itâŠâ you tease, having plans of your own. you want to make him feel good. youâve been going insane thinking about it. âmissed you.â
âalright then, letâs do it at the same time.â he says suggestively.Â
âyou know i have a hard time focusing when we do that.â you huff.
âeh, so? not me.â he chuckles. âi think you do a really great job, though?â
ââŠstill! go easy on me a little bit so i can do better.â
âitâs not a competition, baby.â he squeezes your waist affectionately. âplus, i donât think iâd be able to control myself once i get a taste.â
âjungkook!â you whine, growing flustered.Â
he laughs out loud, giving your ass a quick spank that resounds through the walls of the bedroom.Â
it becomes silent again after that.
the tip of your nails graze his scalp with repeated movements, more so for your amusement, but he is practically purring. you canât imagine your arm being a comfortable pillow either, but he is doing great at making it appear so.
âi realized something.â
âwhat is it?â
âi really canât live without you.â he confesses earnestly, then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. âdonât say anything. i know youâll say something like âyes, you can!ââ
âi was not. i liked hearing you say it.â you stifle a giggle. âbut iâm not going anywhere. you know that.â
âi donât doubt that.â he sighs with a heavy chest. âsometimes i just get a bit worried that youâd get tired of waiting.âÂ
this isnât the first time in your relationship that heâs voicing out this fear, but the difference between then and now is stark. with the disconnection, there was a part of you that expected it to resurface.Â
âbabe,â you gently tilt up his face, locking your sincere and love-filled eyes with his. âweâre okay. iâve loved you since i was 18. this? this is nothing. youâre a part of me, so youâre always with me. and i know you keep me with you too.â
you wear a brave face. you hope that he believes your words as much as you do, because no matter how many boulders the universe throws down your path, all you ever think about is how you and jungkook will surmount them. together. he is your partner after all.
âweâll get through it like we always do, baby boy.â
jungkook nods and smiles, doe eyes glittering. you love making that happen. âsorry, i think i scared myself when i read stories on the internet.âÂ
âour story is different!â
the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.
âno, seriously-â he cackles, a little breathless.
âweâre one of a kind!â you keep the joke running. you want to keep making him laugh, even if itâs only for a few seconds longer.Â
âweâve gone through so much bullshit. not everyone would fight as hard as we did!â jungkook passionately agrees with the same intensity. âyouâre right, we always make it work. weâll get through it like we always do.â
âtrust me,â you charmingly implore him. âwhen was i ever wrong?â
ânever!â he immediately shakes his head. ââŠatleast not about the things that matter.â
âokay,â you shrug. âiâll take it.â
âgoodnight kiss, please.â he cutely pleads.
wild guess: he went home to be babied. not that youâre complaining. this is miles better than having to wrestle him over who gets to be the big spoon. you love giving love. when your heart stops beating, it would be great to celebrate how much you were loved, but you also wish to be remembered as a person who gave love until their last breath.Â
âgoodnight, my love.â you coo, well aware that the sun has risen.Â
you plant a tender kiss on his forehead. the complaint bubbling in his throat is swallowed when you lean in closer to reach his lips. with his wish fulfilled, he flutters his eyes closed and snuggles as close to you as possible, real and proper rest finally within his grasp. he basks in your warmth and the tranquilizing silenceâ his breathing steady and his heart at its calmest. beautiful things enter his mind. you are the sun on the first spring day; the clouds that go with him no matter the distance; the waves that kiss the shore and never fail to come back. he heals in places he didnât know he was hurting.Â
âhold on, where is bam then?â
âhis house. i gave him some treats then he slept againâŠâ his voice comes out muffled. he sniffles jokingly. âthe reaction was kind of underwhelming. i think he didnât miss me as much.âÂ
âof course heâd choose that over a human.â
âi bribed him too early.â he laments.
âwaitâŠâ he feels you come to a still. âi think heâs coming.â
he opens his eyes and copies you in focusing on the familiar sound of bamâs paws clicking against the floor. the mattress quakes and he lifts his head to find the dog climbing over your bodies.Â
heâs seriously a large and tall dog.Â
âbam, what are you doing here?!âÂ
bam tilts his head and stares back at jungkook, tail wagging as his dad laughs and pets him on the head down to his back.Â
âheâs so adorable.â you squeal quietly, joining in and scratching under his chin. âi love you, bam.âÂ
bamâs eyes switch to you. he slowly lowers his head, giving your hand a tentative lick as if to show appreciation but heâs also worried that it would prompt you to stop.
âheâs gotten real heavy, huh?â
âheâs got some big muscles like you.â
âof course! he got it from me.â
jungkookâs proud smile drops a little. it morphs into pure fondness once bam starts sniffing at him. he yelps and dramatically falls back, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his hand, but itâs game over once bam pants with excitement. bam chases his face to attack him with his love language.Â
you watch the scene from the sidelines, laughing so hard that your sides are beginning to hurt. you wish you were recording. you wish that you never forget this.Â
âokay, okay! youâre happy to see me! i see that now!â jungkook laughs, squeezing bam in a tight hug for a moment.Â
the dog still refuses to relent, however. they almost look like theyâre fighting to the death but the truth is theyâre just smothering each other with affection. unbeknownst to them, you make a pained face when one of them accidentally hits your arm multiple times. nevermind, they were definitely both culprits.Â
â____! save me!â your boyfriend cries out.
he bulldozes through bam and shoves himself into the tiny space he previously, and peacefully, occupied minutes before. heâs squeezing you so tight, nearly crushing you as he laughs with tears in his eyes. they affectionately call it his elmo laugh, the fans, which you adore just as much.Â
you see it before you hear it. bam makes that face when heâs about to bark. your hush comes out at the same exact second as his barking.Â
âthis is so chaotic!â you try to project your voice louder than everybody elseâs.Â
jungkookâs laughs quieter but harder, if that makes any sense.Â
you have an arm around jungkook that holds him taut and protected, while the other is busy with getting bam to settle down. you slide your palm across his fur in repeated motions, focusing on the spots that cause his eyes to flutter in relaxation.
âshhh, bam. itâs still too early. let daddy rest first. we can tire him out again later, okay?â
he settles on top of your bodies again. he has stopped moving around, but then he makes that face again, and you really love your healthy sense of hearing.Â
âbehave, bam-â you playfully squeeze his cheeks together before scratching under his chin. âmy cutie bam. you can do that for me, right? youâre a good boy! iâm sure you understand.â
he abandons the urge to bark, suddenly fixing his position so you can also scratch at his chest. you almost snort at how funny he looked obeying you on accident because he is begging to be petted.
âthatâs right. good job, bam.â you coo, sending him a pleased smile. âyouâre so smart. you listen so well.âÂ
you whisper to jungkook. âitâs so cute when it looks like he really understands what iâm saying.â
âitâs the way you talk to him.â he answers quietly, placing tiny kisses along your collarbone. âyouâre so sweet.â he almost forgot how good you are with bam. he just fell in love with you all over again.Â
âbut itâd be cooler if he does understand me.â you hum, moving your hand on bamâs head. he finally decides to flop down then. he rests his head over your waist, eyes seemingly inching closer to sleepiness. you sigh in relief. âgo to sleep too, baby.â
jungkook breaks the silence a moment later.
ââŠdid you mean me or bam?â
âyou!â you chuckle.Â
âoh-â he laughs at his own foolishness. his arm that is supposed to be hooked around your waist rests over bamâs body instead. he ruffles the dogâs fur softly. âletâs all go to sleep.â
you let out a yawn in response to that. you sniffle, murmuring tiredly. âi love you, baby⊠your surprise made me so happy. iâll make it up to you too.â
âi love you moreâŠâ
jungkook lifts his head and finds that you have closed your eyes. your chest rises and falls in a calm rhythm. bam is closely following you into dreamland.Â
heavens, what he wouldnât give so he could stay here forever and never leave again.Â
his eyes are heavy with exhaustion, hot with sleepy tears, but he fights his own body to stay awake. with all his might, he gazes in awe at the beauty of a life with you. he wants to always remember what is waiting for him at home.
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Little Demon
Batfam Yan! Ă Neglected Nezuko! Reader
Note:English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error
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You were normal
You weren't the monster you've become, before everything you were just an ordinary high school student
Everything had happened so fast that you didn't even have time to process it
A few hours ago everything was normal
You woke up as usual adding yourself to go to class, you greeted alfred while you were having breakfast
Breakfast felt as lonely as always your family was never present not even in things as common as having breakfast together as a family
No one ever had time for you, everyone was so busy with their responsibilities and you understood it, you always understood
They were vigilant and you knew they had a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders but sometimes you would like them to look at you or ask you how your day was
If someone in the family turned to look at you or talk to you it was a miracle, the only person you had by your side was alfred
He was a father figure more than your real father could be
Bruce, as you called him because father was too big a name for someone like him, maybe he wasn't even worthy of being called father
You saw his relationship with the rest of your siblings and how he treated them with so much respect and affection
At some point you felt jealous, why was he so good to them? Why couldn't you feel that affection
Why?
Why!?
Nobody took care of you or protected you, since you were little you understood that if you didn't protect yourself nobody would
Everyone had talents and they were amazing
You were just (name), the shadow of the family because the only thing that was important was having the last name Wayne, but then you were nobody
You were never anybody
You stopped thinking so much and picked up your bag and walked out the door of the mansion giving Alfred a last goodbye
_
Classes went by faster than you would like, school was a safe place for you, there you could be yourself with your friends
To your friends you weren't (name) Wayne, the daughter of a billionaire playboy, you were just a (name) L/N a girl full of energy and eager to help others
You lazily got up from your seat grabbing your bag heading to the classroom door
There was Aoi waiting for you as usual, you were grateful to have such a good friend like her
"You look more tired than usual, is something wrong (name)?"
The black-haired girl asks worriedly, walking with you to the exit. You just nodded, giving her a fake smile.
"Yeah, don't worry, I just didn't sleep well today."
That's a lie. You had slept more than well, but since this morning you had felt that something was wrong, as if something bad was about to happen.
You couldn't shake that feeling off after hours. You decided to ignore it, but that feeling still remained.
Aoi just nodded, unsure of your answer. She had been your friend for years and she knew you too well to know when something was bothering you.
"Hey, today me and shinobu are going to a new cafe that opened. Do you want to go?"
You stayed quiet for a few seconds thinking about the proposal, you liked going out with your friends but this time you felt like you shouldn't go
"I'm sorry aoi but... I'm really busy today I have homework to do"
You politely apologized to her
Aoi raised an eyebrow, there was something she didn't like, she knew something was happening to you but she wasn't going to force you to tell her, she didn't want it to seem like she was someone insistent
She simply gave you a nod and then looked ahead, this was where your paths separated as you lived on totally opposite streets
She gave you a big hug as a farewell and then separated from you with a smile on her face
"See you tomorrow (name), take care!"
She said as she shook her hand and her presence disappeared more and more as she walked away
You let out a tired sigh before turning on your heels and taking the path home
You walked with your head down, your thoughts consumed your head that you didn't even notice the imminent danger that was approaching you
You didn't understand why your family seemed to hate you, you were always obedient, good and polite
You were the best in your class and you had great intelligence but you were still invisible to all of them
Sometimes you just wanted to disappear, being someone else didn't matter you just wanted to leave
But you knew that until you turned 18 it would be impossible to get out of that house
You were so distracted in your thoughts that you didn't even have time to react before something too strong pushed you into a dirty alley
You tried to get up and defend yourself but that strange man grabbed you by the neck cutting off your breathing and not being able to get up
As your vision blurred you could see his red eyes and a cynical smile forming on his lips
The last thing you felt was something embedded in your neck causing you to lose consciousness
Everything was black, you couldn't move or feel anything
So you died?
Is this how it all ended? Dying in a dirty alley full of trash and rats?
Maybe this is what you deserved, you were never anything important just trash
And trash should stay with trash, right?
Alfred ran at full speed through the mansion towards Bruce's office, he couldn't believe that this had happened
He slammed open the door to Bruce's office causing Bruce to stop concentrating on the paperwork to look at his butler
It was too strange for Alfred to enter without knocking, and he was also struck by Alfred's worried and disheveled attitude
Only something too important or serious would have to happen to break Alfred's impeccable personality
"Master Bruce...Miss (name)..."
The old man struggled to find air in his lungs, having run all over the mansion had left him exhausted
"What's wrong with her? Don't tell me she got into trouble-"
Alfred interrupted Bruce in the middle of his sentence to speak again
"No...she...she's dead"
Those words hit Bruce hard
Dead?
Your death couldn't be true, it had to be some kind of joke
"What?"
It was the only thing he could say in shock, he knew that Alfred would never lie to him, much less about a subject as serious as death
But his brain simply couldn't process it
_
The entire batfam was at the police station, the news of your death shook the entire family in a bad way
Now they were here to identify your body, they found it in an alley according to the police record a woman who was passing by found your body covered in blood that was supposed to have been yours
According to the police it was a very crude and bloody crime scene
They couldn't believe that someone would be capable of doing that to a being as innocent as you
The simple fact that someone had done all those things to you made everyone's blood boil with rage
Richard felt terrible, remembering all the times you asked him to spend time together and he simply made the excuse that he was busy or that he didn't have time
He was the worst brother, he was supposed to be the oldest one who should have protected you but all he did was push you away and cause your premature death
Jason could barely handle all the emotions he felt at that moment, he felt rage, sadness and regret
He still remembered the times he had insulted you and told you not to interfere in his life
No matter what he had to do, he was going to avenge his little sister and he was going to make the person who had done that to you suffer
In Tim's head he tried to find some possible suspect for your death, maybe the joker had already killed Jason once, it was just a matter of time before he did it again
He could still remember the times he had ignored you, that moment when you made cupcakes was still in his mind and you had the brightest smile of all
You had prepared them especially for your family but all you received was their rejection telling you that they were busy
Remember the rude way in which I refused your food and asked you to leave, right now, anything to be able to be with you and try your desserts
Damian was burning with fury, who was the bastard who dared to kill his sister!?
He, unlike the rest, didn't want to accept his guilt. He firmly believed that the times he had hit you, humiliated you, and insulted you were for your own good.
You should know well that you were too weak for this world, that he was your protector.
Cass could barely process everything. She had lost another important person to her again, and this time it was her fault again.
She leaned against a corner and let her thoughts consume her. She felt the worst. Maybe if she had paid attention to you, you would be alive now.
Barbara felt the same way as Richard. She still remembered the times you begged for her attention, wanting to spend time with her, but she only pushed you away more and more each day.
Steph could only stare at the floor. It was her fault for ignoring you. She thought that at some point you would adapt to the mansion, but it never happened. All she did was make you feel more like a burden and a nuisance.
But the one who felt the worst was Bruce. He was supposed to be your father, he was supposed to be the first to protect you. But he didn't. All he did was ignore you
He was the worst father ever, now because of him you were dead
They took him to a room to identify your body and left him there alone for a few minutes
Right there he collapsed, his serious and unwavering facade broke
His daughter, his baby is now dead because of him, he would do anything to revive you, he would even use the Lazarus pit even knowing the consequences that caused
But suddenly he felt like something lunged at him
And there was you
Alive
You were alive in some way, but he saw that it wasn't you...
Your eyes had that wild look, your teeth were sharp and long nails that you had never had before
He grabbed a metal pipe he found on the floor and tried to fight you by putting it in your mouth so that you wouldn't bite him or disfigure his face with your claws or teeth
Your strength was superhuman, as if you were no longer the (name) that he knew
Now you had become something wilder
But he felt small tears falling on his face, he was crying
It seemed as if a part of you was trying to control your instincts, he noticed your distressed and scared look
Suddenly Richard entered the room with Jason
They had heard a loud noise coming from the room
The men's faces were surprised when they saw you alive
Or rather, you didn't look human and your skin looked paler
Also, your hair had changed, the tips that were completely black before were now orange
The two quickly came out of their trance and helped Bruce get you off of them, you were still struggling and trying to get out of their grip
Then Damian and Tim appeared through the door when they heard all the commotion
Before either of them could speak, Richard interrupted them
"There's no time for explanations, distract the police now!"
He said trying to keep you from getting out of the grip, Tim and Damian just nodded confused as they went with the others to distract the guards
Meanwhile Jason decided that the best idea was to knock you out so he did, but he earned a scolding from Bruce for hitting you so hard
"Stop complaining so much and be thankful we didn't let her kill you"
He said dryly, he saw how you fell surrendered to his arms, for now they should find a way to get you out of here without anyone noticing
_
The days passed quickly in the mansion, they had you with a kind of muzzle on your mouth to prevent any incident
Although after having "revived" you were only aggressive once, to tell the truth this version of you was much calmer and less energetic than the previous one
After Bruce asked Constantine for help he told him that most likely you had been turned into a demon and that if they wanted you to be human again the person that turned you into a demon was supposed to turn you back into a human
For days the batfam spent their time investigating and trying to find information about the person who did that to you but they found almost nothing
But almost nothing was that bad, it seemed you rejected human flesh and blood and you recovered energy by sleeping, you didn't need to eat or drink water just sleep
Most of the day (not to say all day) you spent somewhere in the mansion sleeping
Everyone fought over who would cuddle with you during your morning nap, they agreed on a deal that every day of the week it would be a family member's turn to sleep with you and take care of you
And after everything worked, most of your memories disappeared so they didn't have to worry about you remembering what horrible siblings they were
They also found out that you can't be in the sun unless you want to disintegrate and die
Tim thought it was a good idea to open the windows so you could see the sun after so long
Tim's expression The horror on his face was great when he saw how your skin began to burn and how you screamed in pain
He quickly closed the windows and approached you to see your condition
Luckily your regenerative abilities were very helpful, but Tim still didn't escape Bruce's scolding and you think Damian almost killed Tim that day
You could say that the days in the mansion were good, of course sometimes you would like to go out and see other places but you knew it would be impossible
The batfam preferred to die rather than let you wander alone through the streets of Gotham again, in their eyes you were still that weak little girl even knowing that you could easily kill them all
For now you should get used to this life until they find a cure
But you shouldn't worry, when you are cured they will never let you go again
Never
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I finished this quicker than I thought
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boxer!jake x nurse fem!reader
àšà§ genre: exes to ??, mostly angst, a little fluff | words: 5.3k | cw: mentions of bruises, blood, heavy injuries and surgery, probably poor medical references (pls bear with me) àšà§
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"can we get a nurse to the ER immediately, please?" you heard the charge nurse's firm demand through your communication device. you exchanged a quick glance with your colleague, and with a slight nod, she indicated she could handle the task alone. without hesitation, you used your pager to notify the ER that you were on your way, then dashed through the hallway and down the stairs to reach the emergency department.
"sorry, we're completely short-staffed," the charge nurse murmured in apology, ushering you toward a room. "male patient, twenties, just some bad bruises â likely needs stitches. we just got a family from a car crash, and we canât tend to him right now."
with that, she left you at the door and hurried down the hall toward another room.
you pushed open the door, heading straight to the sanitizer dispenser. you rubbed it into your hands, then pulled on a pair of gloves from the box beside it, and added another layer of sanitizer.
"hello, my name isâ"
the words caught in your throat as you turned around. the sharp scent of sanitizer seemed to sting your nose, burning your airways and stealing the breath from your lungs.
you froze, staring straight into a pair of familiar brown eyes â eyes you had learned to both love and hate. once filled with warmth, they now held an icy coldness, mixed with a flicker of surprise at the sight of you. just like you, he was sure you'd never meet again.
"y/n," he finished your sentence.
your throat tightened as your name rolled off his lips. you gulped down the lump in your throat as if you could swallow the whirlwind of feelings right down with it. you shook your head slightly, trying your best to focus on the situation at hand and staying professional.
"yes. i'll be your nurse today," you finished the rehearsed introduction you'd used at least a thousand of times during your two years at the hospital.
with another shaky breath, you slowly stepped closer to where he was sitting, waiting for any type of response from him but there was none.
"can you take off your hood, please?" you asked in the most professional tone you could muster. you nodded slightly when he pulled down his hood and leaned a little closer to examine his face. a pang of hurt rushed through you seeing him in the exact state you'd found him in many times before.
you were sitting on the sofa in the tiny apartment you shared with jake, your knees bent and pulled to your body as if that state could hold together the feelings that dared to overflow. you checked your phone again and again. nothing. as your head started to spin, wondering if tonight would be the night that he wouldn't come home, the sudden creak of the front door finally pulled you out of your daze, and you immediately shot to your feet, rushing toward the door. jake stumbled inside, his gaze on the floor and his hood hiding what you expected to be another field of bruises. "jake..." you whispered, your voice trailing off in a lack of things to say. you carefully took his shaking hand in yours and guided him to the bathroom, where you gently pressed down on his shoulders to make him sit on the edge of the bathtub. "i'm fine," he tried to reassure you the way he always did when he looked anything but fine. you stayed silent as you started cleaning up his bruises. the only sound breaking the silence was jake's occassional hiss when he clenched his fists as the antiseptical burned on his wounded skin. "you don't have toâ", the words stuck in his throat with another sharp intake of breath as you cleaned up his bleeding lips with a cotton swap. "i can take care of it," he mumbled, and although he avoided your eyes, you could see a hint of regret flashing through his. "if you took care of yourself, you wouldn't keep coming home like this in the first place," you replied, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and frustration. you threw away the tissues and cotton swabs he'd bled through and faced him again to apply ointment to his bruises and patch them up if necessary. "what if one day you come home and i can't fix it, jake?" you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper. for a second, you stopped your movements, just standing in between his legs and looking at his battered face. "what if one day you don't even come hoâ" "shh," his whisper interrupted you, "that won't happen, baby." jake raised his hands and brought them to your hips, pulling you a little closer to him. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and just held him close until your thoughts quieted down. for tonight, he was safe, you thought. you let go of him and took a step back, gently running your hand through his silky hair and examining his face one last time. then, you reached for the chapstick that you kept on the sink, gently applied it to the ripped skin on his lips, and softly brushed your lips against his. after you pulled away from his lips, you cupped his chin between your thumb and index finger and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on each of his bruises. "you need to stop this, jake," you whispered later when the two of you had gone to bed and he was holding you tightly although every muscle in his body hurt. he couldn't not have you close to him.
"you won't ask what happened?" he suddenly spoke up, breaking your thoughts and pulling you back to reality.
for a second, you tensed again. then, you sighed almost inaudibly, lingering by his face for another second before taking a sudden step backwards and turned around to gather all the things you'd need to treat him. you could practically feel the intensity of his gaze, although you had your back to him.
you turned back around, your face as nonchalant as you could manage as you shook your head.
"i don't care what happened," you replied shortly.
his lips twitched into something resembling a smirk, though it was faint and visibly pained him. âstill bossy,â he said under his breath.
you clenched your jaw at his remark, but sat down in front of him and ran your hand through his hair in the gentlest way possible to get his bangs out of his face.
"and you're still reckless. now, hold still," you ordered.
for a while, the room was silent except for the occasional sharp intake of breath as you cleaned his cuts. you tried to focus on the task, but you couldnât ignore the feeling of his heavy gaze on you.
"this one needs stitches," you said, tapping carefully on the skin next to one particularly deep bruise on his cheek, "it might hurt a litte."
as you began stitching the bruise, his hand moved slowly, almost tentatively, to brush against your wrist. the touch was light, but it still sent a shiver through you. you glanced up sharply, but before you could say anything, he caught your hand.
âjaeyun,â you said, a warning tone in your voice, but he didnât let go. instead, he brushed his thumb across your knuckles. then, in a gesture so achingly familiar it nearly shattered the walls youâd built around yourself, he pressed a gentle kiss there.
your breath hitched. âwhat do you think you're doing?â you asked, your voice so barely audible that you hated how vulnerable you sounded.
his eyes met yours, and for the first time since you'd stepped into the room, they softened just a little. âtrying to remember what it felt like,â he said, his voice low and hoarse, âto have someone who cares.â
the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you pulled your hand back, your heart racing, but despite everything, you mustered the courage to reply. âi don't care. this is my job, notâŠâ you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
you wordlessly finished stitching up his wound, grabbed his chin in between your thumb and index finger like you'd done countless of times before and turned his head to both sides so you could examine his face.
your eyes trailed to the bruise marring his lips. they were as plump as you remembered, but the familiar softness was gone. they looked slightly rougher now â chapped and marked with faint remnants of past bruises.
you reached for a clean cotton swab, dipping it gently into the antiseptic. his gaze stayed fixed on you, the weight of it almost making your hands falter. carefully, you dabbed at the bruise on his lips, the antiseptic gliding over it. his lips parted slightly at the touch.
the bruises on his lips were always the hardest to see. he was already struggling with sores from time to time, and every other day, a new bruise was added to what had become a painful collection. but jake loved to kiss you. your lips, your cheeks, your knuckles, your forehead, the tip of your nose â he'd kiss you everywhere, again and again, no matter how much it pained him. only once had he not been able to kiss you. and, of course, it had to be your anniversary. he had promised you to not go that day â had promised you to be home for dinner that you'd prepared so lovingly, cooking all his favorite dishes and even bringing out the nice plates his parents had gifted you when you'd first moved in together. the ones you usually only used for guests. but as time passed, and the blue sky outside your kitchen window slowly turned to black, you knew he wouldn't be home before midnight. you tried to be angry, really, but you couldn't stop the waves of worries from washing over you again and again. with shaking hands, you grabbed your phone to call him, certain he wouldn't answer. but after only two rings, you heard his voice. "babe? i'm on my way, iâ" "are you okay?" you interrupted, your voice trembling slightly. just hearing him eased the twist in your stomach, but not fully. jake swallowed hard on the other end, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "i'm sorry," he replied after a while. "i know i promised." he sounded guilty. "you did," you replied quietly. "please... just come home." the line went silent except for the sound of jake's breathing, and you knew he was searching for the right things to say, but you still hung up. the dinner you'd put so much effort into had long gone cold, yet you couldn't get yourself to empty the table. you waited silently, eyes fixed on the clock on the wall, until the door clicked and jake's footsteps echoed through the hall. "princess?" jake's familiar voice called, a little unsure but loud enough to hear. he kicked off his shoes and rushed to the kitchen where you were sitting in your chair. you looked at him, your heart aching at how tired his eyes looked â at how his face was covered in fresh bruises; one on his jaw, one right below his temple, and a fresh one on his bottom lip. your eyes filled with tears that you quickly blinked away. he didn't say anything as he stepped closer, pulled you to your feet and embraced you in a tight hug, although it made him flinch. you buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent as you tightened your arms around him. âiâm sorry,â he murmured into your hair, âi shouldâve been here. i shouldnât haveââ you pulled away and looked up at him. jake hesitated, his eyes scanning your face. then, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. it hurt him â you could see in the way his jaw tightened and feel it in the way he pulled back immediately. "i'm sorry."
jake's sudden hiss broke the silence another time. "ahâ y/nâ"
you quickly pulled back the cotton swab from his lips, only realizing then that you had kept it on his wound while deep in thoughts yet again.
"sorry," you mumbled, blinking quickly as if that could erase the image your mind had just replayed, "did it sting?" your eyes flicked up to his.
"a little," he admitted, his voice low.
you pressed your lips together, focusing on your task as you cleaned away the faint streaks of dried blood and dirt clinging to the cracks. for a moment, your thumb brushed the edge of his jaw, steadying his face as you worked.
your hands were itching to pull out the chapstick you kept in the pocket of your coat and soothe his lips with it like you always used to do after cleaning up yet another bruise.
"you used to just kiss them better," he mumbled, more to himself than to you, but his words still made you freeze for a second.
"are you hurt anywhere else?" you asked, avoiding his eyes as you took one of his hands in yours and silently cleaned his bleeding knuckles.
his eyes traced down from your face to his hand in yours, slightly bigger, probably a lot rougher. it reminded him of how you'd often cleaned the blood off of his knuckles before, but also of how you'd loved to play with his hands when you were cuddled up against each other on the sofa or in bed. or how you'd always let him take the leftover lotion from your hands whenever you'd applied too much again. he was sure your hands were just as soft as he remembered them underneath the thin plastic gloves.
"jake?", you asked again, reminding him of the previous question he'd left unanswered.
he hesitated for a second, before slowly pulling his hand out of your hold, internally forwning at the loss of your touch, and reaching for the hem of the shirt he wore underneath the zip hoodie.
he slowly pulled it up until you could see a dark red bruise blooming on his ribcage. you winced slightly at the sight but still leaned in a little closer to get a better look, bringing two fingers up to the bruise and carefully letting them ghost over his skin.
"there's not much you can do for a hematoma. ice packs and... rest," you said, your eyes flicking up to his at your last word. jake lowered his shirt again and just nodded wordlessly.
for a moment, neither of you spoke. you just stood in front of him, not close enough for your legs to brush against his knees but not far enough to feel entirely out of his reach. his eyes met yours and for the first time since you'd seen him sitting in the ER, you didn't look away.
secretly, you hoped he'd see the hurt somewhere in your eyes. that he'd somehow understand how badly he fucked you up, even now that you supposedly didn't care about him anymore.
jake's hand was itching to reach for yours, to graze his fingertips over your knuckles again. hell, maybe to take your hand and pull you into a tight hug â knowing damn well every muscle in his body would hurt too much â but still, holding you so close you'd never leave him again.
but just as his hand moved forward the tiniest bit, you broke eye contact and took another step back, bringing more distance between the two of you.
"you're all patched up," you said sternly, "you'll get your papers and instructions in a few." with these words, you walked toward the door, yet you hesitated to leave.
you turned around to look at him one last time. "take care, jake. seriously, i don't want to see you here again."
.ïœĄ*ïŸ+.*.ïœĄ
the flourescent lights softly buzzed above you as you rushed from patient to patient. your feet were hurting at this point, but you knew you'd only have two more hours left until your shift was over.
you had picked up extra shifts, not entirely voluntarily due to the staff shortage, but you honestly didn't mind. keeping yourself busy kept any thoughts about your encounter with jake almost three weeks ago in the very back of your mind.
you'd be lying if you said you weren't worried deep down, but he hadn't made another appearance in the hospital since the last time, so at least, he was dealing with less severe wounds now.
you were finishing a report on the patient you'd just treated when the charge nurses firm voice made you flinch.
"incoming male patient in his twenties with suspected head trauma and possible internal bleeding. ETA three minutes. notify surgery â likely immediate intervention."
you looked up from the paper, focusing your attention on her and waiting for further instructions.
"y/n, you're prepping," she said, giving you a short look. you nodded, put down your clipboard and followed along as the team moved toward the ambulance bay.
"paramedics said he got injured in a fight," the charge nurse informed. you nodded again, mentally going through the steps you'd have to take now, until you really registered what she'd said.
suspected head trauma. possible internal bleeding. injured in a fight.
the combination of the facts she'd thrown at you and your colleagues so professionally started to ring in your ears like a deafening alarm.
jake.
you felt your heart starting to pound violently in your chest and your airways seemed to swell with every step you took toward where you'd await the ambulance. every worst-case scenario ran through your mind, each more terrifying than the last.
only when you tripped over your own foot, stumbling forward just slightly before catching yourself, you snapped out of it and managed to gather your thoughts again. countless of people got into fights every day. it's not him.
when the double doors of the ambulance burst open, you caught sight of the stretcher, slightly shuddering at the sight of the motionless figure laying on it. it wasn't your first time seeing a patient like this, but that didn't make it more pleasant.
"he's stable for now," one of the paramedics announced, "caller said he hit his head on the floor after a punch. unconscious when we found him. nose bleed, slight swelling of the head, pupils unequal," he rattled off the patient's symptoms.
"we managed to stabilize him, but his vitals dipped twice."
your heart was already in your throat, but when you stepped closer and got a clear view of the patient's face the world seemed to stop.
he looked battered, but you'd always recognize him â in every state, in every lifetime. his skin was pale, sickly so, and blood stuck his bangs to his forehead. a deep gash stretched over his temple, still leaking blood. dried red stains under his nostrils, on his cheeks â everywhere. so. much. blood.
you tried to stay calm but the walls were closing around you, squeezing you tighter until you couldn't breathe anymore. your vision started to blur as you reached for the handle of the stretcher with termbling hands.
"y/n," someone called, but the sound was muffled, like it was coming from underwater.
"jake," his name slipped past your lips in a whisper. you felt your head spinning, every late night thought that had plagued you for so long before you'd walked away from him crashing down on you â revealing reality in its ugliest form.
you didn't realize how much you were shaking until one of the other nurses grabbed your arm to gently guide you away. "i don't think you shouldâ"
"no!" you exclaimed, pulling your arm free and stepping closer again, "i n-need toâ"
ây/n,â the charge nurseâs voice cut through, snapping you out of the haze. âstep back. now.â
the tone in her voice left no room for argument, but your feet still felt rooted in place. it wasnât until the stretcher began to roll toward the operating room that you finally stepped back.
the outline of jake's body, all blurry from the tears in your eyes, was the last thing you saw before the doors swung shut behind him.
the charge nurse started to say something, but every noise around you shut down except for the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears and your breath coming ragged.
jake.
you hated him. you loved him. and now, it felt like he was slipping through your fingers for good.
your legs felt numb as you paced up and down the hall, not able to stay still. your body felt exhausted after pushing through your intense 10 hour shift, but you felt restless. time seemed to extend forever as you kept waiting for an update. you didn't know how long the surgery had been going on when the doors finally swung open and revealed the surgeon.
you quickly approached him, although you didn't know if you were ready to be confronted with whatever news he had. his expression seemed calm, but he might as well have looked horrified â you wouldn't breathe until you'd heard the confirming words.
"he's stable," he said finally, and as you hesitated to reply, he added, "he'll be fine. he'll take some time butâ"
"can i see him?" you interrupted.
the surgeon furrowed his brows slightly. "he's not awake yet. he needs rest now, y/n."
you should have felt relieved but your terror wouldn't ease until you've seen him with your own eyes.
"please," you pressed, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
he hesitated for a while. your stomach started to drop another time until he gave in and sighed. "i guess you can help out in the recovery room," he mumbled, clearly not fully happy with the idea. you paced off before he could change his mind, only stopping to hesitate for a second once you reached the room. you took a deep breath before opening the door.
your eyes fell on jake immediately, he was lying in bed and although the sight of him wired to all types of machines and with a bandage around his head was worrying, you let yourself breathe for the first time since his arrival. he looked almost peaceful.
your vision blurred as you stepped closer and pulled a chair to his bed to sit down for the first time in hours. you reached out, your hand hovering slightly over his before you pulled it back again.
"i swear to god, jake, iâ" a soft sob escaping your throat cut you off.
minutes passed, maybe an hour. you were just sitting next to his bed, blankly staring at him while the tears rolled down your face until you didn't have any left to cry.
when jake's eyes slowly fluttered open, the bright lights above forced him to squeeze them shut again immediately. his head was pounding, the almost unbearable pain forcing a quiet groan out of him.
he took a deep breath and forced his eyes open again, slowly taking in the environment in an attempt to make sense of his whereabouts. as he slowly came to his senses, he started feeling the even rushes of air against his arm.
jake forced himself to move his head to the side, although that only reinforced the pain he now felt in his entire body.
but all the pain melted away when he saw you â your head placed next to him on the matress, your soft breath brushing against his skin. your eyes were closed, your lashes wet and your cheeks slightly flushed. you had been crying for him. and you were here. even after everything he'd put you through.
it was only a few weeks after the ruined anniversary dinner when jake couldn't hold it in anymore. "there's something i haven't told you," he stated when you were cuddled up against him on the sofa. his heart was pounding violently in his chest when you sat up and swallowed so hard that he could hear it. "what is it?" you asked and jake swore the anxiety in your voice nearly shattered his heart into a million pieces. because it wasn't the first time you'd sounded like this, not the first time he'd made you sound like this. and the worst part? he couldn't blame you. when had all of this gone so wrong â when had he stopped being a safe place for you? jake took a deep, shaky breath before he continued, his voice careful as if it could break you. "you remember how i... worked hard, right?" your expression stayed blank, except for the crease that formed between your eyebrows. jake took your wordless nod as a sign to go on. "last week, after one of my boxing sessions," jake began, pausing to gather his courage, "there was this scout. he said heâd been watching me for a while... and that he liked what he saw." your lips parting slightly as you processed his words. "he offered me a chance to go pro." there it was. the sparkle in your eyes. the one thing he wanted to see the most, and the one thing he'd extinguish yet another time. "that's amazing, jake," you said, the relief in your tone only pressing down harder on him. "that means... proper guidelines, more safety?" he nodded slowly, avoiding your eyes as his gaze stayed fixated on the cushions of the sofa. "so...?" you continued carefully. "i turned it down," jake said quickly, as if saying it slower would take away the courage to say it at all. he didn't look at you. couldn't get himself to see the announcement crashing down on you in another wave of disappointment and worry. "you what?" you asked. your voice sounded so unsure â as if you'd only misheard â and jake's heart cracked when he repeated his words. "i turned it down," this time slower. "jake, you saidâ" "i know what i said, y/n. that i'd take the chance immediately if i got it. but this is not who i am, thisâ... i don't want to play by other people's rules andâ" "do you even hear yourself?" you interrupted. your voice was filled with both anger and frustration and even though jake hated it, you were right. "play by other people's rules? you turned down the chance to do what you want to do, but safely. you've been coming home looking like hell for months. i don't care if you win or not, a body can only take that much," you continued, growing a bit louder with each word. jake knew you were right, and he knew it was wrong when he raised his voice back at you. when he shoved your feelings aside for his pride. "i don't get why you care so much. it's not like you're getting hurt," he replied, his tone agitated. "you're my everything, jake, don't you get that?" you almost screamed, tears of frustration daring to fall from your eyes. the sight of you like this deepened the crack, finally breaking his heart. but he just gritted his teeth, his jaw visibly tensing. you blinked a few times before standing up. "but you're right," you said in a stable voice although jake could see your hands slightly shaking, "i can't keep caring about you when you don't give two shits about yourself." and with that, you left the room â and a few minutes later the apartment.
another low groan stirred you awake. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking away the sleep, and then straightened your back almost immediately when you realized you'd fallen asleep.
your eyes immediately fell on jake and you felt like the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders when you saw him looking back at you. he was awake.
you immediately shot to your feet. "are you hurting?" you asked in an almost alarmed tone, turning around to provide him with painkillers, but the weak grasp on your wrist stopped you.
you slowly turned back around to face jake as he raised your hand to his lips and weakly brushed an attempt of a kiss against your knuckles, just like he'd always done.
"why are you here? i thought you hated me" he said, his voice so faint that it was almost inaudible.
you looked at him blankly, "i... do hate you."
jake didn't reply. the silence between you stretched. you wanted to say it, to admit it. to tell him that you didn't hate him. that you were still so fucking in love with him. that you'd always been, even when his reckless behavior made you lose your mind. that you'd never stopped caring about him.
but you just stared at him, your throat tightening with the words you didnât know how to say. jakeâs eyes, even though they were filled with exhaustion, never left yours.
he broke the silence first, although with only a whsiper, âiâm sorry.â
your breath hitched, and you blinked, unsure if youâd heard him right.
âfor everything,â jake continued. âfor all the times i didnât listen. for making you hate me.â his lips curled into a faint, sad smile. âand for breaking every promise i made to you.â
your heart ached at his words. you searched his face for a hint of insincerity, but there was none.
âyouâve got a lot to be sorry for,â you said softly, sitting back down in the chair.
âi know.â he shifted slightly on the bed, wincing at the pain but refusing to break eye contact. âat some point, i didnât care what happened to me becauseâŠâ he trailed off, his gaze leaving yours for the first time.
âbecause...?â
his eyes returned to yours. âbecause i knew i was losing you, y/n. i know it sounds stupid," he hesitated, "but losing you already felt like i was dead. so i didnât care what happened.â
the words hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of your lungs. your fingers twitched, and before you could stop yourself, you reached for his hand. his skin was rough, but the way his fingers curled around yours was heartbreakingly gentle.
"every time you came home like this, i thought iâd lose you, " you said, your voice shaking, "and then i guess i finally did.â
jake shook his head, despite the new jolt of pain that rushed through him. âyou never lost me,â he whispered.
the walls youâd spent so long building crumbled, piece by piece. you wanted to hate him, yes. but you also loved him â so much it felt like your heart had never been ready to let go, even when your mind had told you to.
âi donât hate you,â you murmured. âi never did.â
your eyes met his again, and for the first time in months, it didn't feel like drowning â it felt like coming home.
just as jake was about to bring your hand up to his lips again, the door swung open to reveal the surgeon. you quickly pulled your hand away and straightened your back.
"mr sim?" he asked, to which jake looked at him expectantly.
"i'm sure you've heard this before," the surgeon continued, his eyes flicking to you, before focusing back on jake, "but you need rest. that means no boxing for now. you got severely injured and it will take a long while to heal fully."
your eyes went from the doctor to jake, and as you saw him swallowing, you absentmindedly took his hand in yours again, his fingers gently curling around yours.
jake nodded as best as he could and the surgeon left without another word. as you looked back at jake, you opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.
"no boxing at all anymore," he said softly, causing your eyes to widen just slightly, "i'll stop if it means i'll get another chance to be with you."
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I absolutely love your writing!! Idk if you're open for request, but if you do, can I request doctor!reader with Harumasa? He loves to go to infirmary not only he can pretend to be sick but also just to see them
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Double trouble cause I thought it sounded like a fun combination. Does using a 1988 song name as the title make me sound old? đ€
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harumasa x afab!doctor!reader
genre: fluff, I projected a little bit into this???
summary: if being in love with your cute doctor wasnât bad enough, sheâs completely clueless when it comes to romance
wc: 1.6k
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The end of your pen tapped thoughtfully against your plush lower lip as you skimmed your notes. Once. Twice. Your eyes dart to the opened paper file on the counter beside you.
 Even cracked it was a solid two inches high and crammed full of health histories, specialty consult results and prescription sheets all bound haphazardly with what looked like ties from a bread bag. You really needed to get an actual binder to hold it all, but as of now you had other problems to address.
âWell,â you swiveled your chair around as you clicked your pen, eyes still skimming your intake sheet before you looked up with a smile, âGood news is nothing seems to be wrong. Well, let me rephrase that, wrong when compared to your baseline.âÂ
It was an important differentiation to make when you were dealing with one of your most tasking patients. In your two years of clinic practice in the city you had never needed to spend a series of days pouring over a patient file, heck, even before you graduated and were staged as a resident in the clinic in the Outer Ring it wasnât so extensive.Â
Ether Aptitude Regression Syndrome was a bad actor, and Asaba Harumasa seemed to be its favorite role to haunt.Â
He coughed pitifully, a hand splayed over his chest as he shook his head. âAre you sure, Doc? My bodyâs aching all over and my head feels funny, and Iâ,â he coughed again, âcanât seem to shake this cough.âÂ
You frowned, scribbling another note on your papers. âHave you been taking all your medications as indicated?â
âJust as the doctor orderedâŠactually,â a pensive expression decorated his face as he fisted the fabric of his work shirt, âmaybe I have a deficiency in something, I think I ran out of some of my vitamins.âÂ
You perked up immediately, flipping quickly to his laundry list of medication and supplements. âWhich one have you been missing? A? C? K?â
âI think it was vitamin you.â
âOh.â You pulled your prescription pad off the desk. âIâm going to write you an order for Vitamin U. Try adding some cruciferous veggies to your diet, leafy greens, broccoli, stuff like that. Call me if it starts giving you stomach problems.â
You tore the slip off your pad as you extended it to him, the paper decorated in your curling and messy script.Â
âDo you need a work excuse?â
Should he just quit? This was the question he asked himself every time he stepped out the door of the clinic back onto the street, paper bag of medication in his hand.Â
White coat syndrome was a very real affliction, though his heart wasnât racing and his blood pressure wasnât spiking because he was anxious. After the fourth visit you just assumed it was his baseline response to see his pulse spike randomly through the exam, after all, his syndrome mainly seemed to impact his heart and lungs.Â
What you didnât know was that wasnât his baseline, nor was it a mutation of his syndrome not documented by his past physicians. It was simply a biological response to something else you conveniently seemed to not notice: the raging interest he had in you.
Rest assured he was absolutely mortified when he figured it out himself, laying on his back staring at the ceiling in the dark as he realized he was enthralled by the very idea of you. Your intelligence, your nimble hands, the way you tapped your pen against your lips when met was a challenge you hadnât quite deciphered, your warm smile.
It wasnât a complete lie when he would tell you he felt feverish, or that his stomach felt sick and his heart was racing, he felt all those things with horrifying clarity tenfold when your hand pressed against his forehead after noting aloud that his skin seemed flush and clammy.Â
Was it crossing a line to be flirting with your doctor? Definitely, he was sure he was toeing some doctor-patient professional relationship line, but if he ended up in someone elseâs care later then there really wasnât anything holding him back.Â
But he was growing increasingly convinced that if you werenât intentionally playing dumb that you might be a little thick when it came to the nuanced science of flirtation because he had shifted from casual to nearly outright and you never batted an eye.
How else could you have misinterpreted his texts from last week? He was half-giddy with excitement, sure he had you this time.
I miss you.
Your appointment isnât until next week, you didnât miss anything. Have a good night :)
It haunted him nearly as much as the day he forgot his work excuse and asked you to text it to him, how proudly he had flipped the phone screen to show Tsukishiro until she squinted and asked, âWhy do you have heart emojis around your doctorâs name?â
A devastating blow to his ego. But so was every failed attempt to catch your eye.Â
âDo you have an inhaler? Cause you just took my breath away.â
âHold on, Iâll grab one from the cart. Youâre supposed to carry your own inhaler, Mr Asaba!â You scolded, disappearing for a moment before tossing him an inhaler.Â
âYou look a little under the weather yourself, Doc. Sure you arenât deficient in vitamin M E?â
âAh, I didnât put as much makeup on today.â You cupped your cheeks with your hands thoughtfully. âI feel fine though, thanks for your concern.âÂ
âIâm no organ donor, but Iâd love to give you my heart.â
âYour medical condition prevents you from joining the organ donation program.â You didnât even bother to turn around when you acknowledged him.
âI think my heart just skipped a beat when I looked at you.â
âYouâre on a medication that regulates heart rhythm, should I write you a cardiology referral?â
He went to text you again as he walked home for the evening. Typed. Deleted. Typed again. Deleted again. You just werenât getting it, or maybe you were just too kind to tell him you werenât interested or even that you had a boyfriend already on his numerous visits. Maybe he should just give you some space?
But maybe that would be cruel when you were standing on the sidewalk waiting for the light to change, mascara smeared down your cheeks as you sniffled. He pocketed his phone.
âHey Doc, you alright?âÂ
You tensed, head swiveled in his direction before you quickly turned your face away, hands swiping at your cheeks before wiping them on your dark scrubs hastily.
âOh, hey Mr. Asaba.â He frowned at your attempt at a cheerful tone, your voice still wavering from your tears before you cleared your throat. âYou, uh, donât have to call me Doc when the clinic is closed.âÂ
âAnd you donât have to call me Mister when Iâm not sitting on your exam table.â He retorted, catching the little quirk at the corner of your lips as they quivered in a small smile.
âWant me to walk you home? Itâs kinda late.âÂ
âNo, but thank you.â You peered over your shoulder towards the restaurant just behind you. You gripped your bag tighter, inching closer to where he stood beside you on the curb. âActually, would you mind..?âÂ
He didnât have to ask you what was wrong, within the first five minutes of your walk you had apologized to him multiple times, started crying again, and spilled your heart out.
Six bad dates in the span of a couple weeks came to a head over a plate of chicken parm, your date kicking back as he declared you to be dull, hopeless, slow, and much uglier in person than your dating profile picture (which was your clinic profile photo).Â
âHe said that I âcouldnât take a hintâ, whatever thatâs supposed to mean!â You cried indignantly before you turned to him, eyes puffy and wet from your tears.Â
âAm I that bad?â
He sucked a breath between his teeth. âWell, not to play the devilâs advocate but Iâve been flirting with you for weeks and you didnât notice.âÂ
You stopped dead in your tracks. âWhat?!â
He held up his hands defensively, but before he could say anything your head had already hung low, shuffling your clinic sneakers on the dirty sidewalk outside your apartment.
âIâm sorry.â Your voice was small as your shoulders sank. âIâm not very good at stuff like this.â
He rubbed the back of his neck, fingers grazing his choker. âI noticed, but itâs fine. You just need things to be a little more straightforward.â
He took a deep breath, clasping his hands together as he pointed at you. âI think youâre very pretty and charming in your weird doctor-y kind of way, so I would like to take you out for dinner sometime. Like, romantically.â
He was sure you gave yourself whiplash for how quickly your head snapped up, eyes wide. You brushed your tousled hair back from your face, cheeks flushing brightly enough he could see them burning under the streetlights.
âOh, okayâŠ.when?â
âTomorrow after you get off? Iâm dreaming of beer and fried chicken if you arenât opposed.â
âOf course not!âÂ
He was a little taken aback by how aggressively you answered, your hands clasping around one of his as if he was about to dematerialize before your very eyes.
âGreat, then I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night, DocâI mean, (y/n).â
âGood night to you as well.â
He turned to leave. He was practically screaming inside like a teenage girl you just secured a prom date, a new lightness to his step in the wake of his victory.
âHarumasa!â
He paused in his step, head whipping around to face you. You still stood on the stoop, a smile plastered across your face like he hadnât seen before, one that lit your eyes up and dimpled your cheek.
âThank you!â
He gripped his chest over his heart as it flipped wildly in his chest. His grin was pained when he looked up at you.Â
âDoc, I might actually need emergency care this time--,â
Rey 2024
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Bouncing on mattheos dick since bunny reader is in heat and her blood makes a ring on his c#ck
I'm assuming you meant like an animagus reader. Also I changed the blood to like the white creamy discharge you get during sex sometimes.
Little Bunny
Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader
Warnings: Cussing, unprotected sex, cream pie
18+ Minors DNI!
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Mattheo already made you cum twice, but you were still so needy. He fucked you already two times today as well. He was tired.
âYou're fucking crazy, princess.â He panted, shaking his head. âI knew the phrase âfucking like rabbitsâ but shit, baby, this is insane.â
âI'm sorry, Matty, I just need you so bad.â You whined.
He groaned and flipped you both over so you were on top. âYour turn to work for it then.â He said, guiding you to sink down on his cock. âGo on then, little bunny, make yourself cum.â He said before spanking your ass.
You moaned and started bouncing on his cock as he watched his cock go in and out of you.
âAtta girl, use my cock to feel good.â He praised, he spanked you again.
âFuck! Feels so good, Matty!â You cried out.
âFucking slut. Can't get enough of my cock, huh?â He rested his hands on your hips. âLook at you, making a mess of my cock, angel.â He said, noticing the white ring around his base.
âI'm sorry, I just-fuck-just need you.â
âI know, I know, little bunny. Just keep going. Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, princess?â He asked, guiding your hips when he notices your falter slightly.
You nodded in response, chasing your orgasm as you bounced on his cock. He helped thrust up into you, helping you try to reach your high. You cried out his name once your orgasm hit, your hips stilling and he came inside you as well.
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When you first started dating Michael Kaiser, you knew you were in for a dramatic play with sprinkles of romance and comedy. He sees the world as his stage, where everyone else plays a mere supporting role. Arrogant and slyly dismissive of most people, but with you, he's not unnecessarily rude, and you quickly find yourself accepting those characteristics that make him⊠him. Your boyfriend is usually softer with youâbut not today.
This morning, though, is one of those days where his mood isnât exactly warm and welcoming. He wakes up grumpy, burying himself deeper under the blankets, eyes squeezed shut, clearly reluctant to face the worldâmostly to avoid the sight of his wild bed hair in the mirror. To you, he looks like a little angry kitten, albeit one with claws.
âYouâre going to have to get up eventually, you knowâŠâ you say, already up and stretching. He groans in response, and you know it means Leave me alone, I want to sleep. But youâre not giving up that easily. As you step toward the window to open the curtains, something soft hits your back and drops to the floorâa pillow.
âDonât even think about it,â he warns, his voice low and rough from sleep. âMeine Liebe.â The way he says itâboth affectionate and unmistakably annoyed when he adds the nickname.
âDonât even think about lying in bed all day,â you retort, perching on the edge of the bed beside him. Gently, you trace the tattoo on his arm, adding, âMichael Kaiser.â If he were more awake, heâd probably argue back, teasing you just to get a reaction. But right now, heâs too tired even for that. Instead, he just reaches over, pulling you back onto the bed beside him. You tense for a moment, then give in as he wraps his arms around you.
Maybe today, giving in to his whims wouldnât be so bad. Snuggling into his warmth, you close your eyes, letting his embrace lull you back toward sleep. Youâll both get up eventuallyâŠbut right now, staying here feels just perfect.
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Love Bites (NSFW)
See Me Through You Blurb
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Synopsis: You bite your husband out of affection that leads to something else
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
Requested by a gorgeous anon đ
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âDid⊠babyâŠ. Did you just bite me?â Joe asked as he glanced over at you noticing that you had now moved your position and was laying your head on his shoulder.
After you had bitten it of course.
âNo.â
âThen what did I just feel on my shoulder? You know⊠the one that you're laying on?â
âI don't know. Beats me.â You replied as Joe was still eyeing you.
âI don't believe you.â He told you as he turned back to the movie that was playing on the television.
âOkay? And what am I supposed to do with that information?â You asked him as you picked your head up to slowly bite down once more. This time on his upper arm.
âBABY!â
âI can't help it! You look so biteable today! Well everyday but I have to stop myself because I would literally bite you for hours. I watched your presser and went FERAL.â
âYou literally go feral from the moment you open your eyes. And is that why you sent me a text calling me a whore?â
âSays the person who got me pregnant. And yes those are MY ARMS not anyone else's!â You told him as you softly bit down again except this time leaving a kiss on the same spot in your path.
Joe didn't say anything in response except slip his tank top over his head and throw it across the room as he eyed you.
âGet over here and sit on my lap.â
âOh?â
âAre you going to continue to stare at me or do what I told you?â Joe asked as you felt a light smack to your ass since your body was already slightly turned towards him.
He didn't even bother waiting for you to move before he literally pulled you onto his lap.
Several kisses were placed on your lips as he reached underneath the t-shirt that you were wearing and started to play with the waistband of your thong.
To give him easier access, the t-shirt was pulled over your head and added to the pile that Joe had originally started. Seeing you weren't wearing a bra, Joe smirked and began to place kisses on both of them, but before he did, little bites were placed on your sensitive skin first.
The wetness between your thighs began to increase and you knew on days like this that you needed for your husband to give you his undivided attention.
Joe's mouth found its way back to yours as your thong was pulled to the side and his fingers started to lightly graze across your folds making you moan as one of his fingers was placed inside.
He wasted no time in breaking the kiss and telling you to stand up so that he could get rid of the rest of his clothes along with the last piece of clothing that was covering you.
As he put you back in your original spot on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you slowly eased your way down making a moan escape from both of your mouths.
When you got into a comfortable pace and began to ride him, Joe took this opportunity to leave small bites accompanied with kisses all across your body where he could reach.
âMmm, baby.â You breathed out as you threw your head back in pleasure and Joe held onto your hips tighter.
He then placed one of your nipples in his mouth and bit down lightly before he began to suck on it making the moans escaping from your lips grow louder.
âShiiiit.â
âYou better ride me and act like you want it. How bad do you want to cum, baby?â Joe whispered in your ear and your only response was riding him faster.
âThat's what I fucking thought.â He told you as you felt another light smack to your ass.
Joe could tell you were tiring out and decided to help you from underneath. After a while his movements became sloppy and both of you hit your peak at the same time.
Your arms were still wrapped around Joe's neck as you were trying to catch your breath and moved to rest your head on his shoulder.
As he was rubbing small circles along your back, you lifted your head to kiss him, but as you did, you also bit down at the same time and could feel Joe smirk as you continued to kiss him.
âIf this is the result of me biting you, I need to do it more often.â
âBe careful what you wish for, baby. Now lay down because I'm nowhere near done with you.â
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