#「 she gets out to check and man door hand hook car door. 」 —— crack.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Primadonna Girl

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary:

“I haven’t said ‘I love you’ in almost twelve hours.” “What makes you say that now?” “Just… thinking about how I want to say I love you.” “I love you too.” Mark leaned in and kissed Strahm’s cheek. Strahm took his foot off the brake and looked into Hoffman’s eyes. “Pete?” “Let’s get married.” “Peter, are you crazy?” Hoffman laughed.

*Rating: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*Tags/Content: Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Feeding, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, PWP, Domestic, Slight Slob Elements

*Status: Chapter 2 of 2/Complete. Link to Chapter One Here.

Author's Note: You voted, you got it! A request for @markhoffmanluster. Wooweeanother chapter. This one is equally as horny as the first chapter. Let me know if you want the hoffstrahm wedding one day. Who knows I may write it. And a huge thank you to dixxiemaegraphics for feeding Hoffstrahm/Coffinshipping fans, literally couldn't have written this without motivation from your art. As always enjoy!

“Okay, you can turn around now.” Hoffman finished clasping the earring into his ear and fluffed up the ends of his wigs. He clasped his clutch purse in front of himself as Strahm turned to face him. “Say something, honey.” Rather than say anything, Strahm took a step towards Hoffman and pressed his lips onto his partner’s. The rouge matte lipstick slid across Strahm’s teeth as their kisses turned into something more passionate, staining the edges of Hoffman’s lip.

“You’re gorgeous…” Strahm pulled away and looked at him, his hands wrapped around the sleeves of Hoffman’s coat.

“Like the kind of woman you’d propose to?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Hoffman pulled him back in by the flaps of his collar and kissed him

“C’mon.” Strahm cleared his throat, pulling away from Hoffman. “We’re going to be late for our reservation.”

“Okay.” He let Strahm go and wiggled the engagement ring off his finger. He handed it back to Strahm and Strahm tucked it into the ring box, placing it in his pocket. He hooked his arms around one of Strahm’s as they walked to the car. Strahm opened the door for his bride and closed it before getting into the driver’s seat. Immediately, Hoffman’s hand rested on the inside of Strahm’s thigh. With his free hand he toggled the radio and hummed along to the love songs in a slight falsetto. He rested his head on Strahm’s shoulder and looked up at him like a ditsy woman head over heels in love with her man. Hoffman whispered something against Strahm’s neck while they waited at a stop light that he couldn’t make out. He was doing everything in his power to drone out the attempts from Hoffman to seduce him while he was operating a vehicle and Hoffman knew this which made his insistence that much hotter to the both of them. Strahm finally pulled the car up to the valet and got out of the car, walking around to get Hoffman out before handing the keys off to the driver.

“Pulling out all the stops for me.” Hoffman spoke in his falsetto, wrapping his hands around Strahm’s arm. He pressed his lips onto Strahm’s cheek for a quick peck as they approached the host about their reservation. She checked the notes in the reservation, hiding a smile behind the menus while escorting the couple to their table. Strahm pulled out the seat for his girlfriend as she crossed her legs and sat down. “Thank you dear.” Peter sat across from his lovely lady as she rested her head against her knuckles on the table. Hoffman picked up a menu and flipped through it, looking over at Strahm on the other side. “Honey, you’re so nervous. You’re not normally like this.”

“I know, I know.” Strahm replied rather absentmindedly. Hoffman pushed Strahm’s menu down before dropping the falsetto and telling him

“You’ve done it once agent, it should be easier this time.” Hoffman’s lips curled on the ends into a slight smirk. “Do you need some help?”

“Help?” Strahm asked. The front of Hoffman’s shoe pressed into his crotch slowly. Strahm cleared his throat as he adjusted himself under the table and reached for his water glass.

“Something the matter, hon?” Hoffman’s falsetto back in full effect as she batted her eyelashes at her partner.

“No.” He let out a weak cough

“Good.” She pulled her foot back towards her and kept browsing

“Fucking tease.” Strahm muttered under his breath, making Hoffman’s face light up from behind the menu. Strahm slid his hand halfway across the table cloth and Hoffman met him in the middle, putting her right hand on top of his left. He brought her hand up to his lips as they got interrupted by the waiter. She pulled her hand back as she ordered, playing with the edge of her coat before letting it fall off her shoulders. Strahm started staring at Hoffman’s collarbones, wishing his face could be buried in his neck while he held him. Hoffman brought a hand up to her mouth and quietly cleared her throat as the waiter asked Strahm what was it that he wanted to drink. Strahm ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them and the waiter ran to grab the bottle, knowing he was intruding on their moment. He brought back the bottle for them and two flutes before pouring them each a glass. Immediately Hoffman brought it up to her lips and watched as Strahm watched her drink. She turned the flute into a shot glass and set it down on the table and leaned in towards Strahm.

“Can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

“You should know damn well by now how I feel.” Strahm grumbled. She reached her hands out across the table to take his. He met her in the middle of the table and watched as she ran her thumbs over the back of Strahm’s veiny hands. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” Hoffman answers in his natural voice before the waiter stops back at their table to get their food order. They got their order in and Hoffman ran his fingers through the strands of his wig. Strahm leaned across the table and pressed his lips onto Hoffman’s. He wrapped his arms around the back of Peter’s neck and bit on his lip softly.

“So enamored with me.” Hoffman smiled as Strahm shoved himself back into his seat. “I’m sure there’s eyes on us right now, Agent. Aren’t you embarrassed? That’s the kind of behavior for a hotel room.” Hoffman teased Strahm. He saw Strahm play with the waistband of his pants, his smirk only growing. “Should I move my chair next to you? Would that make you act more like a man in charge of his sexual urges?”

“Maybe.” He took a deep breath, trying to make his body sit still when everything in him was screaming to pull Hoffman into the bathroom and fuck him five ways to Sunday.

“You’re so fucking cute like this, honey.” Strahm watched the words slid off Hoffman’s plush lips letting out a growl from the back of his throat. After a quick glance to make sure that he wouldn’t be in the waitstaff’s way, Hoffman pulled his chair besides Strahm and rested his hand against the inside of Strahm’s thigh. “Whisper in my ear, tell me what you want to do to me.” Strahm leaned into Hoffman’s ear before telling the other man,

“I want to pick you up off your seat and throw you into a stall and fuck you until you couldn’t manage to say anything but my name.” His breath trailed down Hoffman’s neck

“And I get a proposal out of you tonight?” Hoffman stared at his partner’s lips, running the edge of his tongue over his own. The waiter brought their plates to them, Hoffman waved him off with a hand. Strahm grabbed his silverware and started cutting into Hoffman’s steak for him. Hoffman tucked his feet over one another under the chair and pursed his lips, waiting for the fork to make contact. Strahm put the knife in his right hand down on the table and gave Hoffman’s leg a squeeze under the table. While he fed his partner the meat, his hand ran over the smooth leggings Hoffman had on before touching the edge of the thigh garter the man was wearing. His hand trailed up further into the inside of Hoffman’s dress as he shoved the fork more forcefully towards the man. Hoffman ate the food with grace and a control that Strahm was losing by the minute as he kept feeding Mark.

“Honey, it’s not fair you haven’t had a bite of your meal.” He reached over Strahm’s arms and fed Strahm a piece off his plate. Strahm quickly swallowed it down before Hoffman pressed the tines of the fork against his lips. “Don’t just consume it, enjoy it. Tell me what it tastes like.”

“Fine.” Strahm let a breath escape against the metal, warming the tips of Hoffman’s fingers.

“That’s my good boy.” She purred, running her forefinger along Strahm’s jawline. Not one waiter seemed to want to do a table touch on the couple. That was fine for the both of them. They didn’t need anyone seeing the way they fawned over each other. Hoffman finished his meal first, Strahm had practically shoveled it into Hoffman’s greedy mouth. His stomach slightly peaked out from under his dress but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “I look like I could be about two months along.”

“Yeah, you do.” Strahm’s hand hovered over the distended gut and started massaging it slowly, “What else do you want?”

“Hm.” Hoffman thought for a moment, “Give me whatever it was you had. That looked so good.”

“Okay.” Strahm unhooked his hands from Hoffman’s body and called a waiter over. The waiter quickly took the order and ran back off to the kitchen.

“Thanks, hon.” She pulled on Strahm’s tie and kissed him on the lips. “You spoil me and the babies.”

“Just think about what dessert you want after that.” Strahm’s fingers sunk in slowly to the slightly taut skin and massaged the bump sitting on Hoffman’s lap. With his free hand, he slid the dessert menu into Hoffman’s reach, who took it without so much as a second thought.

“Let’s see… Oh they have opera cake.”

“Okay.” Strahm replied, “What else?”

“You know I’d never say no to something with more chocolate.” Her lips casually skirted the side of Strahm’s face, leaving only the slightest hint of her lipstick along his sideburns. She pressed her thumb into his cheek to smear the evidence of her lingering and maybe hide it. Though she didn’t do a very good job of it. She wanted everyone in that restaurant to know that he was hers. The waiter dropped the plate off in front of the couple and nearly ran off before Strahm put in a dessert order. He ran off to the kitchen as Strahm slid to the edge of his seat and pushed it away. Hoffman dropped her fork on the plate, pretending to be shocked as he got down on one knee. “Honey?”

“I love you…” Strahm started, realizing that after his impromptu proposal in the car the other day he’d lost the script he had in his head. He took a deep breath before continuing his proposal. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side… There’s no one else in this world that makes me feel what I feel for you.” Hoffman rolled his eyes at Strahm “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She hopped up from her seat as the tables around them quietly cheered. He wrapped his arms around his fiance and kissed her before slipping the ring onto her finger. They sat back down and the waiter brought them their desserts, putting one plate in front of one person. Strahm pushed his plate towards Hoffman before the waiter could come back with their bill. He took the bill when it was presented and handed it back with his credit card in, not daring to look at the total until he needed to see how much to tip. Hoffman took his chin in between his forefinger and thumb and directed his gaze onto him as he ate the dessert. His eyes widened as felt a tug in the back of his dress that turned into a subtle rip. Peter ran his hand along Hoffman’s back and found the hole that was starting to grow as Hoffman took breathes in between bites of his dessert. The dress was form-fitting, but neither of them realized how much give the fabric lacked. Strahm carefully wrapped Hoffman’s jacket around his shoulders, hoping the zipper didn’t give out until they could get to his car. Hoffman got up from his seat carefully before slipping his hand into the coat pocket of Strahm’s where the valet ticket lied. He whispered into Strahm’s ear, “I’ll meet you by the car.” Strahm ended up watching her walk across the restaurant, cradling her stomach like she was actually pregnant. He met Hoffman outside and wrapped his arms around his stomach, sinking into the swollen gut. Hoffman let out a noise that made him cover his mouth using his wristlet to the shock of both men. When the valet driver pulled their car up, Strahm held the door open for his ‘new’ fiance and let her slide in before walking over to the driver’s side and getting into his car. Hoffman ran his thumb over the band, feeling as though he had been missing something while they had dinner together. He rested his hand against the gear stick and let Strahm’s fingers interlace with his. The lights of the city rolled over the dark car’s roof before Hoffman looked over at Strahm and said in a low voice,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Strahm tried to hide his smile to himself, but it didn’t work. Hoffman’s lips were on the edge of Strahm’s within seconds as his dork of a fiance was trying to stifle his smile.

“What’s the matter?”

“Huh?”

“Normally, you’d get halfway across the bridge back into Jersey and need to jump me, but we’re almost home already.”

“Who said I didn’t want to jump you?” Strahm looked over at him when they were at a stoplight.

“Give me something now… So I know I’m not just your public fuck toy.”

“Okay.” Strahm slid the car into the nearest parking lot and turned the car off. He reached over the console and put a hand just below the growing bulge in Hoffman’s dress. His lips reached out and made contact with the foundation laden cheek before trailing his lips along his partner’s cheekbones. He rested against Hoffman’s temple, leaving a quick peck before whispering in his ear. “That enough fro you?”

“For now.” Hoffman turned and nuzzled into the side of Strahm’s face before the driver pulled away. They pulled into the driveway of their home and got to the front door when Strahm’s arms wrapped around the space between Hoffman’s growing tits and his already bulky belly. He rested his head on his partner’s shoulder while the tumbler in the lock flipped. Hoffman pulled him by the collar of his shirt into their house before spinning around on his heels to give him a proper kiss. His hand glided over Strahm’s chest as they kissed before Strahm shoved him carefully onto the couch. “Got something in mind?”

“Wait here.” Strahm leaned over Hoffman as he said it before backing off and heading to the kitchen. Hoffman crossed his leg over his lap as he waited, tapping his nails onto the side table. Strahm brought a cake out and put it on the floor in front of Hoffman. Hoffman reached down for the cake only to have Strahm swat his hands away. Hoffman raised an eyebrow at the agent before he pulled on the front of Hoffman’s dress and dropped him onto his knees. “Eat it. Since you want to be such a pig in public.”

“Fine.” Hoffman smirked, pushing his hair back behind his shoulders as he leaned forward and dove face first into the cake. Strahm got down besides him. Hoffman heard the snap of an elastic band around Strahm’s wrist before feeling the wig being pulled back into a rather amateur ponytail. If this was Strahm’s plan all along, he could’ve just asked Hoffman to tie his hair up. God knows how many times he did Angie’s hair for her. Still, that wouldn’t be nearly as gratifying as the way Strahm’s hands slid underneath Hoffman while he grazed at the pastry in front of his face. “Can’t keep them off me, huh?”

“Shut up and eat.” Strahm’s lips brushed against the back of Hoffman’s ear before pressing a kiss onto his skin. Hoffman arched his back slightly as he shivered from Strahm’s touch. He continued to shovel cake into his mouth, getting the sloppy mixture of excessive frosting and pastry onto his dress. Strahm’s hands dug into his stomach that dangled in front of him.

“I mean what kind of pervert would let a man like you touch him like this?” Hoffman smirked, “Shit you might even be more nasty than I am.”

“Says the bitch who looks pregnant.” Strahm bit back, sliding his hands back to Hoffman’s ass before giving his ass a firm squeeze.

“Treating me like a fucking princess.” Hoffman let a moan slip from his mouth as he finished the dessert in all its decadent glory. Strahm hiked the edge of the dress up well past the curve of Hoffman’s ass and pulled himself out of his pants. He slowly played with the edge of Hoffman’s panties before pulling them down to his knees and shoving himself into his fiance. He wrapped his hands around the front of Hoffman’s legs as he thrust into him. “Fuck Peter…” Strahm made a short acknowledging grunt as he kept chasing his climax. “God you’re fucking going at me like a bitch in heat, Pete.”

“And you’re begging for it like you want to carry my children.” Strahm’s teeth dug into the back of Hoffman’s neck as he quickly moved his hand onto Hoffman’s dick. “Cum for me…” He tried his best to keep his pumps consistent with the rhythm of his thrusts but lost it when Mark’s moans filled his head with just enough to drive him over the edge. Hoffman adjusted himself slightly and wrapped his fingers over the back of Strahm’s hand and moved the appendage up and down himself for Peter. He came into the other man’s hand before taking it and licking his cum off it, making sure to run his tongue along the edge of Peter’s middle finger. “Fuck…” Strahm pulled out of Hoffman and laid down on the floor next to him. Hoffman adjusted the bottom of his dress so that he was slightly decent again before plopping down on top of Strahm’s chest. “Come the fuck on, you’re getting cake all over me.”

“Oops.” Hoffman smirked, rubbing himself up against Strahm’s dress shirt. Strahm kissed the crown of his head before taking the wig off of Hoffman’s head and running his fingers through Mark’s hair. “I love you…”

“Love you too.” Strahm whispered quietly to Hoffman

“You know.” Hoffman’s finger swirled across Strahm’s chest. “You didn’t answer me the other day.”

“About?”

“About whether or not you wanted me in a wedding dress.” Hoffman smirked

“I…” Strahm started to stammer

“Easy.” He rested his fingertips against Strahm’s lips, effectively silencing him. Strahm in turn puckered his lips, kissing his partner’s finger. Hoffman took his finger off Strahm’s lips and kissed him back.

“Thought I told you I’d think about it.” Strahm returned Hoffman’s sass

“Hurry it up, I can’t stay engaged forever.” Hoffman’s lips moved across Strahm’s face before giving his cheek a quick peck. He ran his thumb over his jawline before looking into Strahm’s eyes and saying once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[m-jelly]

Can I please request a one shot of the cursed demon Levi scenario that we discussed? 👉👈 He is bound up with bandages all over, unable to speak and can only haunt a house that you end up moving into. Once you meet him you start getting close and you gradually help him lift his curse, you get to unravel his bandages, recover his voice etc. ❤️

Thank you 💕💕💕

@ladycheesington <3

Bound

Pairing: Demon!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, haunted house style, romance, falling in love, mystery, becoming a couple, curses, fluff.

Concept: Levi has been cursed to be bound physically and spiritually to a home and has lost track of time being there and feels so alone. However, you move into the old home with little fear of the scary stories there. Levi slowly tries to get to know you and connect with you. You show no fear in front of him and shower him with love. You slowly break his curse as you fall in love.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @thebobaprincess @youre-ackermine @galactict3a @nbinairyn @cypidity @2moth-anon2 @demonsimp6 @li-anne

Part 2

Levi gazed out the gothic window as the rain poured down. He had watched the world change over the years and he was left behind wrapped up in bandages, hated and then forgotten. He craved company. He craved someone to see him. He craved the touch of another human.

He had been cursed long ago for something that seemed so simple. He had been bound up by bandages except for his eyes. Not only did the person bind his body, but he was bound to the home too. A Goddess had fallen in love with him, a demon, but he didn't love her back. In her rage, she did this to him because she said his beauty was to blame for her obsessive love.

He frowned at a car pulling up and a person running up to the door with a carrier in the other hand. He ran to the top of the grand stairs and hid a little. He spied on the person entering the home that had so many ghost stories attached to it. He wanted to know what kind of person wasn't afraid.

His eyes widened and sparkled as he watched them reveal themselves. He blushed as you took your coat off and hooked it up. He gripped the bannister bars and found himself falling for you just by seeing you. You were a vision of pure perfection. He couldn't believe how pretty you were and your soul was so bright even though you seemed so scarred from the past.

He tilted his head when you crouched down and opened a little cage to reveal a black cat. He smiled as the cat circled you as it meowed and rubbed itself on you. Levi understood the cat. You were so cute and sweet. You were just wonderful, but he was so hideous. He didn't want you to see him. He had to hide.

You let out a long sigh. "Come on, Stan the man, let's check out our new home." You slipped your shoes off and sighed. "They said they wouldn't send cleaners in, but this place is spotless."

Stan bounded up the stairs and went running for Levi. Levi panicked a little expecting him to hiss, but he just purred and meowed at Levi. Levi crawled backwards into a room away from the cat called Stan, but he kept coming. Levi pressed himself against a wall in the dark room. He panicked a little, but Stan just purred and rubbed himself up against Levi.

Levi smiled in delight at being touched by such a sweet cat. He reached over with his bound-up hand and petted the little furball. He leaned closer and gazed at the cat to see pure affection. Levi thought he was evil because he was told he was, but here he was being adored by a cute cat.

Levi flinched when he heard your voice. He scrambled to his feet and slipped into a closet. He peered through the crack to see Stan sitting there staring at him. He wanted to tell the cat to go, but he had no voice. He didn't want you to find him.

His world got brighter when you entered the room. He felt enveloped by your scent and smell. He wanted so badly to walk out and hold you. He pressed himself against the wall and just watched you. He smiled behind his bandages at how sweet you were as you talked to your cat.

"What are you up to, Mr?" You crouched down. "You were a kitty on a mission, then again you are Stan the man. Man on a mission." You looked up at the closet and didn't realise you'd locked eyes with Levi. "What are you looking at, huh?" You smiled making Levi blush harder. "Is it a handsome ghost?" You scooped up your cat. "Well, we better be nice to them as this was their house first." You bowed to the door. "Hello, ghost. Don't mind us. We're going to live here with you and we'll make sure we don't disturb you too much."

Levi sat on the floor and placed his hand on his racing heart. He whined a little and slowly lowered his head as he felt overcome with affection and love. He knew he was going to like you living here with him. He was going to do everything he could to make you feel welcome and not scared.

He followed you around for days as you settled in. When you went to bed, he would unpack things for you and put them in place. If you forgot to do some housework, he'd do it for you. At first, you were a little shocked, but you just leaned into it and let it happen. You would leave a note addressed to the ghost that you were thankful for him.

Levi would watch you do simple things and adore it. You were so cut and pretty to him. He thought you were fascinating too. He looked at all your books and video games. He got into the things you liked and would play your games at night as you slept.

Levi did everything he could to be close to you. He did everything to help you as well. He thought he could make your life nice and easy. He would even mix teas for you as a little surprise when you made a cup of tea. He wanted you to take little peaceful moments because you often cried alone at night.

"Who are you?"

Levi dropped a small wooden box full of loose tea as he stared at you from the dark. You looked tired in your bed things and your skin was red under your eyes, meaning you'd cried again tonight. He panicked that you'd seen him, but thankfully it was dark.

You moved closer and turned the light on revealing Levi all wrapped up in bandages except for his beautiful steel blue eyes and raven hair. You gasped as you gazed at him. "Handsome..."

Levi panicked and turned into black smoke. He needed to get away from you. He ran through the wall into the next room and felt better in the dark, but he was still panicking.

You hurried after Levi and opened the door to the next room. "Wait! Are you the ghost?" You watched Levi fly into the closet. "It's okay!" You ran over and grabbed the handle, but black smoke consumed it. You tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "I want to be your friend. I'm not scared if that's what worries you. Just...open the door."

Levi sat on the floor and hugged himself. He didn't want you to see him. He thought he was a monster. He needed to stay hidden. He had to protect you from himself.

You sat down on the floor and sighed. "Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'll sit right here until you come out." You looked to the door into the room and smiled as Stan meowed as he ran over. "So, this is who you saw when we moved in, huh? This your friend?" You hummed a laugh as he meowed. "He seems very handsome." You sighed. "I bet he's been tending to our home all this time. It's so nice of him."

Levi unlocked the door and pushed it open a little. He opened it a bit and looked at you. He hummed and moved closer as you played with Stan.

You looked over at Levi and smiled softly. "Hello." You saw him get a bit scared. "Oh, sorry. Do you want me to not look?" you put your hands over your eyes. "Not looking."

Levi crawled out to you and sat in front of you. He reached over and pulled your hands from your face. He saw you had your eyes closed, so he touched under your eyes to let you know you could look.

You opened your eyes and smiled at Levi. "Hello." You leaned your head against Levi's hand and said your name. "Nice to meet you. So, what do I call you?"

Levi kept touching you and was fascinated by how soft you were. He kept caressing you as you talked to him. He slowly focused on your voice and blushed as you stared at him. He blushed harder when you giggled. He pulled back and used his shadows to write Levi in the air.

You hummed a laugh. "Levi, huh? I like it. Well, nice to meet you, Levi. So, you're the one who has been doing things around this house."

He nodded.

"Have you been scaring people away?"

He looked away and nodded.

You giggled. "Don't blame you. I'm not keen on people too." You smiled as Levi gazed at you. "Bet you're wondering why I'm not scared, huh? Well, I've seen a lot of things and I've been through a lot. Plus, looks can be deceiving. Also, Stan the man likes you."

Levi looked down as Stan walked over to him. He climbed onto Levi's lap and rubbed himself against him as he purred. Levi petted Stan and felt pure happiness in his heart. He looked up at you and smiled with his eyes. He flinched a little when you moved right up to him.

You smiled and touched under Levi's eyes making Levi's heart race. "You have such beautiful eyes." You pulled back a bit. "Sorry, I shouldn't have touched you when you're getting used to me."

Levi took your hand and placed it against his cheek. He nuzzled and closed his eyes a moment so he could enjoy your touch.

You hummed a laugh. "You're a bit like a cat. You're not a ghost, are you?"

Levi shook his head.

"Well, whatever you are, you're cute."

Levi held a tray of tea and followed your aura. He walked into the old Victorian conservatory and smiled behind his bandages when he saw you curled up on the sofa there with a book and Stan. Levi had spent every waking moment of your life with you. It’d been two weeks of bliss together. Levi wanted to get closer to you, he had this burning desire to be yours and only yours.

You closed your book and smiled at Levi. “Hello. Oh, tea? Wonderful, thank you.” You shifted on the sofa so he could sit. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

Levi put everything down and sat next to you. He poured you a cup of tea and handed it over. He watched you blow on it before taking a sip.

You looked over at Levi and smiled. “Why don’t you have some?”

Levi shook his head. He couldn’t drink tea because he was bound up.

You placed your cup down and moved closer to Levi. “I can take these off for you.”

Levi shook his head and made the shadows say tight, tried.

You hummed as you studied him. “It looks loose to me though.” You reached closer. “Can I try?”

Levi leaned his head closer and let you touch him. He watched you closely as you fiddled with the bandage until part of it became loose. His eyes widened as you unwound the bandage on his face. He gasped deeply as fresh air rushed into his lungs. He sighed as he took you in. He smiled at you as his heart flutter. He was becoming free thanks to you.

You shivered when Levi said your name. Your cheeks burned as you gazed at Levi. You shifted in your seat when he said your name again. “Levi.”

He smiled at you as he said your name again deeply and tantalisingly. “Hello.”

You gasped in delight. “Your voice is wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

You touched his cheek. “Your skin is so soft.”

Levi leaned into your touch. “It wasn’t supposed to be possible. I was meant to be bound for eternity, but you are breaking my curse.” He tapped his forehead against yours. “How is that possible?”

You hummed. “Maybe it’s to do with how I feel about you.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “How…you…feel?”

You pulled from Levi. “T-Tea.” You picked up your cup and offered it to Levi. “Try. I can imagine it’s been a while.”

Levi held the cup and drank. “Mm…I missed this…”

“What are you?”

He sighed. “A demon. I was a strong demon who helped a God with stopping bad souls. I only punished the wicked.” He handed the cup over. “A Goddess fell in love with me but I rejected her over and over. I did not love her the way she loved me. She then cursed me and said my beauty was to blame for her obsession with me. So, she bound me physically and then bound my soul to this home. She said I was cursed with beauty and my heart was stone, that I could never love anyone.” He frowned. “I thought she was right, but meeting you…” He blushed hard. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi. “I’m so sorry you went through that. How dare she blame you. How dare she. You are not to blame. You can’t help the way you look.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and clung to you. “Thank you.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh and pulled back. “I bet you can’t wait for a bath, huh?”

Levi sighed. “I’m craving it. My kind doesn’t need to eat, drink or bathe but we do it out of choice because it can be pleasurable.” He leaned closer to you. “Same for kissing, hugging and sex.”

You gasped. “Levi.”

He looked at your lips. “We don’t need to, but it is very, very, very pleasurable.”

You mewled at him as his lips dragged along your jawline to your ear. “You’re right.”

“Thank you for helping me and slowly freeing me. Thank you for helping me feel something. I will dedicate my eternity to you. I make this oath here and now that I, high demon Levi Ackerman swear my life to you.” He softly said your name against your ear and pulled back. “I am yours.”

Your cheeks burned. “Cute.”

Levi looked down as Stan meowed at him. “And to you, Stan the man, I will be loyal to you.”

You giggled. “He already has your soul.” You lifted your cat. “That’s what cats do.”

Levi shook Stan’s paw. “Deal made.”

Levi noticed his bandages were slowly starting to fall off his body the more he gave into his feelings for you. He’d follow you around your home and helped you out as much as possible. He was dedicated to you. He was in awe of with. He was deeply and madly in love with you. Levi was sure that you felt something too, which was probably why his bandages were falling off his body.

He turned to your cat as he followed Levi. Levi chuckled and used part of his bandages to play with Stan. He ran around with the cute cat before going into your living room. He dangled a piece and laughed as Stan chased it and patted the floor with his fluffy paws. Levi enjoyed this simple and fun life. He wanted to spend eternity like this with you and Stan.

“Cute.”

Levi looked up at you. “Cute?”

You walked closer. “The way you are with Stan.”

“I like him.”

You walked closer. “Well, he likes you.”

Levi stood up and walked over to you. “Do…do you like me?”

You blushed hard and turned to Levi. “Oh, well…”

“Do you?”

You gulped hard. “I don’t like you, but…”

Levi took your hand and smiled at being able to touch you without bandages. “But?”

You squeezed his hand. “Levi, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “You have?”

You nodded and faced him. “I have.”

He pulled you closer to him. “I have loved you from the moment I saw you walk into my home.”

“You’re so cute.”

He cupped your face. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded and tilted your head. You sighed through your nose when Levi’s lips pressed against yours. You hummed and moaned in delight as you felt your body ignite with pleasure. You leaned your body against Levi’s as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moved together as one as passions burned between the two of you. You clung to each other as a fire of pure love pulsed between the two of you. Levi and you understood in this kiss that it was true deep love. You were made for each other.

Levi was beyond happy. He truly understood his feelings for you and was never letting you go. He was madly in love with you. He was going to hold onto you for eternity. He was going to make you a demon when you were ready so you could spend every last moment together. He wanted to worship you and love you. He wanted to spoil you as much as possible. He wanted to kiss you until your tongues ached.

You frowned when you heard a gentle thud. You pulled back from Levi’s lips making him whine. You looked down to see all of Levi’s bandages were gone, so now he was butt naked before you. “Oh, wow.”

Levi looked down then up at you. “I’m sorry I’m naked but I’m happy. You’ve broken the curse on me.”

You hugged yourself. “So, you gonna run?”

He shook his head and pulled you against him. “No, no, my love. I’m going to hold onto you no matter what. I’m going to shower you in love. You are mine and I am yours.”

You cupped Levi’s neck and softly smiled at him. “I’m glad you are staying.”

“How could I run when someone so perfect loves me as much as I love her?” He kissed you over and over. “I’m staying with you. Together, always.”

You smiled brightly. “Together, always.” You hummed a laugh. “We uh…we need to get you some clothes.”

Levi chuckled. “I will get naked with you another time.”

“Yes.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Vanished!Series Part Three: Chemistry: Mike Duarte x Reader (feat: Joe Velasco)

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Part of the Hallmark Universe.

The Vanished Series:

Part One: Call Waiting - Joe worries when you don’t check in.

Part Two: Two Weeks - Mike learns more about the UC assignment you’ve been working.

You used to work Narcotics before you transferred to SVU. With your degree in Chemistry, you’re the ideal candidate to go undercover as a cook. Fentanyl and Meth are your specialities, and the thing is you’re good at it, damn good at it. You’ve trained in the NYPD labs; made the highest quality product and you’ve taught other UCs to do the same.

When your old alias gets activated, you’re cautious, things are different for you now. You have a baby, a partner and a family. The thing is you’ve seen the damage that fentanyl can do first hand, your brother died from an overdose a couple of years ago, it had decimated you. You talk it through with Mike and Joe, it’s a short-term op. You make the product; the task force swoops in and catches their target. Neither of them like it but they get it.

The deal is you check in once a week with both of them.

The problem is a short-term operation becomes longer because it takes Connolly a while to approach you. You’re two months in when you disappear. From the surveillance images, it’s like you stepped into you UC apartment building and just disappeared.

Mike arranges for the apartment to be discreetly tossed; you haven’t been there for a while it seems. He tells Velasco this when he drops by with the casefile, he knows the other man’s going a little crazy over this whole thing and it’s been a couple of days since he’s seen Leah.

It’s Velasco that cracks it. Mike’s sitting on the couch with the baby cuddled up on his chest, her tiny fist gripping the chain of his Saint Jude’s pendent when Velasco frowns at one of the surveillance pictures he’s studying.

“I think I got her.” He says before gesturing for Mike to come over.

Mike cradles the baby close as he approaches the kitchen table, his lips brushing over the top of her head.

The picture is of a warehouse in Red Hook, it’s old but solid. The windows shrouded in grime. Velasco points to the one in the bottom left-hand corner, there’s a tiny star drawn in dust, if you didn’t know what you were looking for, you’d miss it.

“She used to do that all the time when the windows in the car fogged up.” He tells Mike, jabbing his finger on the picture. “It used to drive me crazy.”

“She still does.” Mike says as he traces over it before he uses one hand to sift through the other images. “It drives me a little crazy too.”

There’s deliveries coming to and from the warehouse but there’s no sign as to what they actually are. From Devero’s notes he can see the place is an afterthought, a low priority on his dance card.

“It’s big enough for a lab.” Velasco tells him. “They could be shifting product in and out through the deliveries, bringing in the chemicals they need that way too.”

It’s a relief for Mike because to make product you need a cook, which means you’re still alive. Right now, that’s the best he can hope for.

He hands Leah back to Velasco before snatching up his badge and gun from the kitchen counter. He’s halfway to the door when he hears Velasco say.

“Bring her home alright?”

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[eggcompany]

Poor Vigilante

Matt shows up to the office, bruised and battered. He didn't think Karen was still in the office. She dresses his wounds and fixes him up in the gentlest way. Matt can't take the affection and kindess showed to him. Crying, breakdown, and some good ole cuddles help him through it.

AKA, Karen holds and cuddles a sobbing matt and takes good care of him

“Matt? What happened? You’re all beat up!” Karen said as she watched the man dig through his office. She had gone to pick up more paper and when she got back, Matt was shuffling through his file cabinet. 

He was limping and his side was bloody. He had bruises on his face and his glasses were cracked. He quickly lifted his head up and smiled toward the door. 

“Uh, someone tried to steal my wallet. I tried to stop them but that wasn’t a good idea.” He said lightheartedly. He lied straight through his teeth but it was kind of endearing how Karen tended to check on him. 

“Do you know what they- sorry. Do you need help getting patched up? I can help you. I don’t want anything to get infected.” Karen said as she walked toward Matt, who had stood up and turned toward her. He shook his head and put his hands up to wave her off but before he could Karen was gently touching his cheek under where a piece of his glasses had broken off and stuck into his skin. Matt sighed and dropped his head. 

“I can really handle it. Though they did break my cane. Um, would it be too much to ask you to show me home?” He asked. He knew Karen would have dogged him all night and all week if he hadn’t let her help someway or another. And he really did need help getting back to the apartment. His can had gotten broken while he was off fighting some traffickers, he usually had one in his office but unfortunately that one was missing. 

“Of course! Yeah yeah of course. Hold on, I'll drive you there and I can just make sure you're okay.” Karen said as she grabbed her purse and hooked elbows with the lawyer. Matt tried to hide his limp as they made their way to the blonde’s car. His ankle was really killing him, probably sprained. 

“Thank you Karen. But really you don’t need to worry, I can clean up by myself.” Matt said as his friend continued to support him and walk him to his couch. 

“Oh C'mon lose the big bad man act. We all need a little TLC sometimes! Just go shower and I’ll get everything ready out here.” Karen said and bumped her hip lightly against his. She had watched the way he winced and cringed when he moved. She was certain that his side had been at least cut, it looked like it stopped bleeding but it could be worse than the small slice in the man’s button down shirt. 

Matthew just mumbled out a ‘ fine’ before pulling off his shoes where he always put them and limping to the bathroom for a shower. 

“Matt… you’re so… beat.” Karen gasped when the dark haired man stepped out from the bathroom, his body exposed except for the blue towel that covered him hip to just above his knees. He had scars spattered all across him. Small lines that lash all around his torso and gnarly black bruises, old cuts, yellowed bruises, and even a few scars that seemed to be caused by bones busting through skin. She walked up to him but Matt just rubbed the back of his neck and breathed out a laugh. 

“I must look worse than I feel.” He said jokingly but Karen was already getting stirred up. 

“These don’t look new. Mathew, who's hurting you? Do you just get beat up this much?” She questioned as she walked around him, noting every cut that needed to be cleaned and bandaged and where she’d need to put ointment and where the skin looked tight so she could use some cream to help. 

“Doesn’t matter.” Matt said nonchalantly and walked toward his bedroom. Karen grabbed his shoulder, the one that wasn’t bruised. 

“Oh no you don’t, you are not blowing me off. You are way too… too hurt! Now you go sit on that couch and give me a moment to- to think.” Karen ordered in a flustered voice. She sometimes did get quite frustrated with both Matt’s and Foggy’s need to seem tough. She knew they both would do what she said when it came to their health. 

The man sighed and hesitated for a moment before going and sitting on the couch. 

Karen walked around and gathered up the first aid kit she had found and the secondary care kit that was under the sink. She washed her hands and set everything out on the coffee table and then washed her hands again. 

“Okay… well just lay down for now.” She says finally with a sigh as she looks at Matt’s beaten form. 

He silently laid down on his back, wincing as he did. 

Karen got to work. 

Her hands were so soft, so gentle as she rubbed ointments and creams and laid gauze and bandages over his cuts and stab wounds. She was just… so careful. Like he was made of glass. Matt found it both soothing and calming but also scratching and made him feel panicked and shaken. 

When she gently laid her hands on his stomach, just below his belly button and just above his towel, he trembled. All over he shivered and shook slightly. He grabbed at the edge of the couch and took a big breath through his mouth. His brain was fuzzy and warm and a little far away. Like he was floating away, his body hurt and his head was always too noisy, too busy, but it was all floating away. It was overwhelming. 

“Matt? Are you okay? You’re shaking a bit.” Karen pointed out as she rubbed some cream on the inside of the man’s left thigh and knee. Matt was breathing a bit quicker and he looked spaced out in his face. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He said in a heartbreaking voice. Something small and broken like a glass taped back together. Matt swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. Karen knew Matt had sensory issues sometimes, from what she had seen and from what Foggy had told her. 

“Matt, how do you feel?” She asked lightly and moved her hand to lay on his wrist. He was gripping tightly on the edge of the couch, knuckles white with his effort. 

“I’m sorry!” He shouted and quickly moved to sit with his knees to his chest and his back to the corner of the couch. He quickly whipped his wrist away from her. He pulled his limbs as close to his body as they could possibly get. He shook and pressed his head into the tops of his knees. His breath was quick and shallow. 

“Oh Matt. I forget you’re so… fragile.” Karen whispered and gently rubbed the man’s ankle. She didn’t want to upset him further so she just rubbed his ankle and stayed calm. 

Matt focused in on her. Her heartbeat was calm and smooth and her palms were warm but not sweaty and she was still being so careful even with the light rubbing of his joint. She was safe. She was his friend and she cared about him. She cared about him being okay. She wanted him to be okay. She was helping him. 

Matt chewed the inside of his mouth and tried to match his friend’s own breathing. 

“‘M not fragile. I don’t need help.” Matt grumbled once his breathing was once again under control. He was still shaky and felt rather… tender. Tender inside like his chest had a big bruise on it. 

Karen blew out a laugh from her nose. 

“You don’t want help. You probably don’t need my help. However you’d probably like a bit of… something else? Can you just sit next to me?” Karen offered and moved so Matt had space beside her on the floor. She hadn’t said it in an innuendo kind of way but rather a… Mother-talking-to-stubborn-child kind of way. Make the mule think it’s all their idea. 

Mathew grumbled and let out complaining sounds but he sat up and moved to sit next to Karen. He winced and had an uncomfortable and pained expression plastered on his face. Shoulder to shoulder they sat. 

“Matt, I want you to just let me guide you okay. Can I do that?” Karen asked and moved to rub at his bare left knee. Matt was scared, nervous . His hands were sweating and he felt the tremble in his shoulders down to his fingertips. 

He gave a short nod and let out a big breath. He knew he was pouting but couldn’t really reason why that was ridiculous. 

“Good, now…I think the couch is too small. We’re gonna stay sitting on the floor alright” Karen explained and grabbed ahold of Matt’s calluses hand. 

Her hand was warm and her skin was soft and it smelled like vanilla lotion and pen ink. She was warm all over like she had been sitting in the sun all day when really it had been raining all evening. 

Matt let his hand hang loose and kept his head down but when Karen pulled him up to kneel he looked straight forward. 

His towel fell open a bit, he knew it wasn’t going to fall so he didn’t worry. He didn’t realize it had opened to reveal himself completely to the blonde though. 

Karen let out a small laugh and sat down with her back to the couch and her legs crossed criss cross applesauce. 

“Here you can sit here. You know all the doors are locked and the windows are sealed. Just relax a bit.” Karen said as she squeezed his hand and pulled him closer. Matt knee walked around until he hit her thighs.

“Turn around.” Karen instructed and pulled Matt’s wrist around and he turned with it so he faced away from her. He twitched and flinched when he felt her move behind him once she let go of his hand. She radiated a warmth against his back, a honey warm feeling that seeped into his muscles yet drew him tight like a bow. 

Karen moved so the basket of her legs was bigger, wider. She shifted so she leaned against the back of the couch and her ankles were laying atop each other. 

“Okay now sit up high on your knees.” She said and gently laid her hand on his side, right above a bruise. He flinched away from her but she only shushed him and rubbed her thumb up and down calmingly. He stood up on his knees and she pulled his hip towards her. 

He pulled against her hand and she rubbed the jut of his hip and stopped pulling. 

“Just sit down. Let me pull you.” Karen instructed and Matt resisted her warm hand on his hip for only a moment more before falling back. His butt landed on the floor and his back was supported by a thin yet strong arm and his knees were over a slack covered thigh. 

He didn’t breathe for a second. His eyes were open wide in shock and his lips were parted. Karen’s hand was on his side, arm holding his back up. His shoulder and arm were pressed against her chest, squishing into her breasts through her soft worn red blouse. 

“There! Isn’t that better? You deserve some nice… human contact. And you can just... relax.” Karen said quietly and rubbed up and down the scarred back and side that she was holding up. 

Matt couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. There was something that wanted to crack open in his brain. Something that was rapidly cracking and chipping it’s way to his forebrain. It made him feel like he was drowning and struggling without making him feel the need to struggle. 

Karen just laid back against the couch and rubbed the stiff man’s back and side slowly and calmly. Sure it might not be helping him relax but at least it should make him feel safer, taken care of. She watched his face. He was looking straight forward and his body was in the exact same position it was as when he sat down. 

“It’s alright Matt, get comfy.” She offered after a few minutes of his stiffness. He felt so tense under her hands and he looked so… lost. She thought he looked lost in his own mind. 

Whatever that was holding back the flood had broken. Matt was shattering. 

He took one stuttering breath in before the damn of tears rushed down his face and he let out a hiccup before folding over himself and sobbing. He brought his hands up but ended up just holding them up in the air in front of his face. Karen sat up and wrapped both her arms around him under his arms and rocked back and forth. 

“Oh it’s okay! It’s okay, that’s good,it’s alright, let it out.” She said quietly into his ear as she pressed her cheek to the back of his head. Her nose filled with the nice clean scent of his freshly washed hair. 

Matt continued to sob and hiccup as snot and tears flowed down his face onto his arms and lap. His stomach growled but he didn’t even notice. His legs had gone flat and his knees had opened so his towel fell off of him. Karen picked it up and pulled it so it could lay across his lap, covering him up and catching some of his tears. 

“It’s alright, I’m here. I’m right here Matt. You’re okay. You’re doing such a good job.” Karen whispered every once in a while as he continued to rock the crying man. He just melted into her. He leaned against her solid body and laid his head on her shoulder as he gripped the front of her blouse loosely, too exhausted already. 

So much was going through his head but also he felt like he couldn’t think. He had this craving. This craving that he couldn’t realize was what it was. He didn’t know anything. He felt so dumb in the worst of ways. He cried and cried and let tears of tears roll off his face. 

He felt like he couldn’t do anything. He felt so… babied. He felt so empty, like he weighed nothing and his head was emptying with each tear he shed. He felt too light to feel anything but relief. 

There was a knock at the door. Matt didn’t even try to listen to who it was. 

Keys jingled. 

Heavy footsteps. 

“Uh, am I interrupting?” Said a voice all too familiar. 

“No Foggy, he just seemed so… not okay. But he started crying and I think he’s having a bit of a fit. But it’s okay ‘cause we’re working through it, right Matt?” Karen said and rubbed his squishy soft shoulder muscle. He didn’t respond, he only sniffled and breathed heavily. 

“Yeah he’s had one of these before. When we were in college, we were sleeping in his bed and he just yeah just yeah. Yeah. He’ll be okay.” Foggy said and waved off. He didn’t wanna go into detail about the several times he found himself cradling his best friend after a few too many drinks or getting his can broken or stolen.  

A long time rolled by and Karen just rocked him back and forth and his mind fizzled quiet. He felt his own breathing slow and he heard his two best friends talk but everything started to drift… drift… away...

“Matt… Matt… Mathew…” Karen said quietly as she rubbed and shook at Matt’s arm. 

He had fallen still and then asleep and then he was making little huffs and flexing his fists, having a nightmare. Then finally tears slipped down his face again in quiet little lines. She had to wake him up, get him dressed, and into bed. 

Matt took a big breath through his mouth and blinked his eyes open. He took in everything he was hearing and feeling and smelling. There was only one pair of lungs, Foggy left. They were in the same spot on the floor but it was colder, it was later at night. 

Karen rubbed the warm expanse of Mathew’s back and the man yawned. 

“Hey sleepyhead, let’s go to bed for real now. Do you have any pajamas? What do you wear to bed?” Karen asked as Matt stretched his arms up above his head, joints popping along the way. He went tomato faced but acted like he wasn’t embarrassed beyond anything else. 

He had just realized he was in fact not wearing clothes, and hadn’t been wearing clothes for the past however many hours while sitting on his friend. 

He stood up, quickly grabbing the towel that had fallen to the floor. Karen stood up too and stretched. She had pins and needles all down her legs but it was worth it to help her friend. 

“Um, yeah. Yes, I have pajamas. I can um I can get dressed and everything by myself. Thanks for uh yeah.” Matt mumbled out quickly as he walked toward his bed and dresser. Karen shook her head and followed him. She watched him grab a pair of boxer briefs and bend down to put them on and almost fall forward. 

She rushed over and out her hands on his chest and back and straightened him back up. He was huffing and looked… close to shame. He turned his head away from her. 

“Yeah I know you can, but you don’t have too. Not everything has to be done the hard way or by yourself.” Karen scolded lightly and patted Matt’s back.

He huffed and faced away from her and nodded. Karen took the underpants from his hands and bent down onto one knee. 

“Here we go! Now you can hold onto my shoulder okay? Yeah now this one up…” Karen said and Matt put his hand on her shoulder and lifted his left foot up. She pulled the underwear over his ankle and then tapped his opposite one and slipped the underwear over that foot. She then pulled them up to the man’s knees and stepped back. 

“There now you situate them. See that wasn’t so hard.” Karen says and looks back at the drawers. She would’ve offered to get him a shirt but that seemed to overstep boundaries. 

“Okay now shirt on and I’ll fix the bed.” Karen said and walked to pull up his blankets and fluffed his pillows. He pulled on a stretched out crew neck shirt. 

“Thank you, Karen. I appreciate it. I… don’t know what came over me.” Matt said as he made his way to his bed and pulled back the covers and sat on the edge. 

“It’s okay Matt, we all get burned out. Just… if you feel like you’re getting too ramped up or burnt out, just call me. Or maybe we could have a little self care day.  Some music and pizza and sleeping in. I don’t want to get to that point again. Me and Foggy, neither of us want to see you like that.” Karen said sincerely. Matt huffed at the mention of Foggy. Of course his best friend had come to check up on him. 

“Okay… just don’t… don’t mention it.” The man mumbled before getting into bed. Karen smiled and walked to stand next to him. 

“Of course, can’t let your masculinity get dented. It’s midnight by the way, I know you non-24 messes up your circadian rhythm.” And with that she pulled his blankets up to his chest and left.

Geez, she treats me way better than Foggy. 

[reverend-dog]

Project Chronos

Smoke curled upward, dark and thick as pitch. As Lien pulled closer, she saw the source: an armored truck with military markings lay on its side, just off the shoulder. Flames licked around the engine in ominous warning, and a body crumpled a short distance from the ruined cab.

Lien parked and grabbed her first aid kit from under the passenger seat, then sprinted toward the crash victim. As she ran, she discovered the cause of the accident: a boulder nearly the size of her own car sat on the cracked asphalt, surrounded by smaller rocks and debris. A nearby sign warned of falling rocks, and with recent heavy rains, the mountainside was bound to be loose.

Thrusting such distractions from her mind, Lien knelt next to the driver. She drew back, lips curled in revulsion as she saw a section of his skull was completely gone, gray wrinkled brain visible. The rest of him looked little better, and Lien wondered how he still lived. Still, she opened her kit, determined to help him as much as she could.

At the first touch of the antiseptic wipe to his face, the driver’s eyes snapped open. He stared at Lien, and his throat worked in an effort to speak. Finally, he managed. “P-payload,” he gritted. “M-must check p-payload.”

“Take it easy,” Lien urged, “you’re badly hurt. Let me call nine-one-one and get you some real help.” She dug in her pocket for her phone, then cursed as she saw the message on the screen: No Service.

“N-no,” the man insisted, and spat up blood coughing. “Doesn’t – matter. Check payload!”

Lien realized that the man needed more than wipes and bandages. “Okay,” she conceded. “Stay here, I’ll go check.”

“’Stay here,’” she repeated to herself as she approached the truck, wary of the rising flames. “Jesus, Lien!” She rounded the rear of the truck, and saw one of the doors hanging open. In the bay loomed a box that must have been bolted to the floor. A black oblong, it reminded Lien of a coffin. Fluid dribbled from a seam near the top of the box, and made a viscous puddle on the wall which lay against the road.

Lien blinked and leaned closer, unsure if her senses told the truth. Yes, she heard correctly: a broken tattoo, somebody pounding fists against the inside of the box.

Amazed at her own temerity, Lien clambered into the bay and sidled up to the box. She rapped on the lid, and was rewarded with even more frantic pounding. “Hold on!” she shouted. “I’ll get you out!” Right, she chided herself. That’ll be no problem at all!

Her sarcasm proved unfounded. At the end of the box nearest the cab, she found a small console with two buttons beneath an LED screen. Under the buttons she saw the words “Open” and “Close.” The screen read “Sealed.” Lien pressed the button marked “Open,” and the screen changed to “Unsealing.” The lid shuddered and hissed, and the dribble of fluid increased to a stream. The pounding on the inside of the lid changed to a scrabbling, as if whoever was trapped inside meant to scratch their way out.

The lid swung upward, and Lien tried to dash forward to catch the form that fell out. She slipped on the puddle that coated the current floor, and fell to her knees. Her forehead struck the edge of the lid, and her vision flared and then darkened. Pain tore through her head, and with a cry she sprawled in the muck.

Something smooth and cool touched Lien’s brow, and the pain subsided. She opened her eyes, to see a waifish figure of indeterminate gender, staring at her through opalescent orbs. Almost as an afterthought Lien realized the person wore nothing, but from the angle she could not see any genitalia.

The apparition sang a verse. The words came alien to Lien’s ears, but their meaning was unmistakable. “We have to escape, quickly. Do you have a car?”

A thunderous report rocked the truck, and the murmur of flames became a roar as smoke filled the bay. The androgynous stranger hooked hands under Lien’s arms and with deceptive strength helped her stand. “Hurry!” they urged.

Out of the truck, Lien saw fire now engulfed all but the rear of the vehicle. The driver lay where she left him, eyes open and unseeing. Lien felt a guilty pang at his death, but counseled herself that she could have done nothing for him. She followed the stranger as they sprinted toward her car, without a pause to wonder at her own actions.

Faint at first against the inferno, but gradually more distinct, Lien heard a rhythmic thrum from the sky. One leg inside her car, she looked up, and saw a trio of military helicopters descend with frightening speed.

“Go!” the stranger begged from the passenger seat. “Please!”

While her mind struggled to make sense of events, Lien’s body showed no hesitation in following instructions. She slid behind the wheel, pushed the ignition button, and jammed the accelerator against the floor. Tires screeched as her car sped away from the scene as fast as four cylinders could take it.

Her passenger twisted in their seat. “They’re following us,” they observed. “Keep driving.”

Lien glanced in the rear view mirror, and saw one of the helicopters speeding to overtake them. “No way we can outrun them,” she warned.

“Then we won’t,” the other replied. They settled in their seat and shut their eyes. Lien risked another glance in the mirror, and saw the helicopter slow. In a few moments, it was lost to view.

“What did you do?” Lien demanded, certain without knowing how that her companion must be responsible.

“I convinced them they lost us,” they explained. “It won’t keep them off our tail for long, though. As soon as the Project hears about it, they’ll call a hunt throughout the state. Probably even recruit local agencies, though they won’t know who they’re really after.”

“They must have seen my plates!” Lien gasped. “They’ll know who I am!”

“Very likely,” the other agreed. “We’ll need to find alternate transportation.”

“Who are you?” Lien pressed. “Why were you in that box? Why’s the military after you? What’s the Project?”

“Taking your questions in reverse order: Project Chronos is a top-secret multi-government attempt to achieve time travel. They’re using the military for security and grunt work. I was in that suspension tank so they could transport me to a maximum security containment facility for study.”

Lien struggled to wrap her mind around the avalanche of incredible revelations. The stranger’s calm recitation somehow made their claims sound almost reasonable. “What’s your name?” Lien went on. “Where are you from?”

“My name is Calias,” they replied. “As for my origin, it’s not so much a matter of where as when. I was born in the year you’d call forty-eight sixty-one.”

[kinsfolk]

“I will never dial it back.

          I will never change.

                    I will never improve.

                              I will never apologize.”

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[doctorstethoscope]

Yes, Mr. President || At The Pleasure of the President

art by @multiverse-mxdness

how we doin folks are we ok?? I'm not but what about the rest of you?

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: hospitals, blood, discussions of death

wordcount: 2.2k

You nearly pull your key hook off the wall grabbing your White House Security pass as you fly out your door and down the stairs where your car service is waiting. If you weren’t running on pure adrenaline, you’d surely break an ankle in these heels. Come to think of it, you’re not sure if you would notice even if you had broken your ankle, you were so upset.

“Walter Reed Hospital,” you say urgently as you climb into the car.

“The car’s only contracted to go to—”

“Turn on the news, change of plans, take me to Walter Reed!” You practically scream at the man– he doesn’t deserve it, but you’re too harried to think that way.

The driver pulls out, finally matching your sense of urgency, and you call Rossi from the backseat. He doesn’t answer– you try again, still nothing. Fuck. You don’t realize you’re crying until a tear hits your phone screen, the salty water settling into the cracks in the screen. God damnit, pull it together. There’s no time for this. Your phone rings, and you nearly jump out of your skin to pick it up.

“Hello?” You say into the receiver.

“Oh, thank God you’re okay,” Morgan’s voice comes through the line.

“I’m okay. I’m headed to the hospital. They need me,” you tell him, not willing to admit that you might need to be there more than they actually need you.

“Can I do anything?” Morgan asks.

“Not yet. I’ll call you if that changes,” you tell him.

“Be safe, mama. Doesn’t sound like they’ve caught the guy yet.”

“Yeah, you too,” you say as you hang up the phone and open the car door as it slows to a stop in front of the hospital, hopping out before the parking brake is engaged. A few secret service members stop you, but you show them your badge– you don’t recognize the agents, but they bring you to the front door of the hospital for a sweep through a metal detector.

“I have a security pass. I don’t need to be scanned,” you explain to the agent.

“The circumstances have led to a change in protocol,” the agent explains calmly, oblivious to your anxious need to get inside.

The weight of the agent’s words hit you– they think it may have been an inside job. White hot anger flashes through you— you’d kill whoever was responsible for this with your own bare hands if given the opportunity.

You spot Rossi through the glass doors of the hospital as you’re being patted down. “David!” You call out, bursting through the door as soon as you’re clear. He’s thankfully unharmed, pacing anxiously with his phone to his ear.

“Oh, kiddo, thank god you’re here,” he says, pressing a desperate kiss to your forehead.

“Is he—” you start, and falter, not knowing how to finish your sentence and not particularly wanting to.

“He’s in trauma 2 down the hall. They won’t let me see him. They won’t let anyone in,” he pants.

“Fuck,” you say. “Where’s Haley?”

“Trauma one. She’s okay, she wasn’t hit,” he explains. “They’re just checking her for a concussion– the Secret Service took her to the ground pretty hard, but she’s alright.”

“Thank god,” you say. “Anyone else?” You ask, scared to hear the answer.

“Seaver. Ashley, your press secretary. She’s in surgery. Reid was with us, but he’s okay. He went back to the White House to run the ship from there. To keep people calm, at least.” Rossi shakes his head.

You take in a little gasp. Ashley was young, spunky. Too young for this, although age really had nothing to do with it. You know there’s an instinct that should kick in here– you should be formulating a statement or coming up with some sort of strategy, but you feel like you’re swimming, like the noises and sights and feelings of the hospital are floating around you and you can’t get any of them to stay still long enough for you to focus on them.

“We need to close the stock market,” you hear Rossi say into his phone.

“I’m going to check on Haley,” you whisper, heading down the hall.

“Don’t touch me! Where’s my husband? My husband has been shot, you need to check on him!” You hear Haley’s anguished pleas before you see her.

“Haley!’ You call out when you find her, sitting up in a hospital bed, looking completely horrific, but whole, which was about all you could ask for at this point.

Her head whips around and something like a fraction of relief washes over her face when she sees you. “My husband,” she begs.

“They’re working on him, Haley. They need to make sure you’re okay, too,” you tell her, stepping into the room— protocol be damned.

“Jack,” she breathes out. “Where’s my son?”

“Jack’s safe at home,” you remind her. “I can have his detail arrange a phone call for you to talk to him after your exam.”

She tears up. “Please,” she requests, looking over to the doctor and allowing him to continue the exam. You look over to a member of Haley’s detail, who ducks out to arrange the call. You turn your back, but Haley calls out for you.

“Haley?” You ask.

“Just… You have things to do, calls to make. But don’t leave the building? I need you here,” she confesses.

“Of course. I’m just stepping into the hall,” you promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You step out of the room, start pacing circles around the hallway. Your phone rings, and you pull it to your ear without checking the caller ID. “Hello?” You say weakly.

“Oh, god. It’s so good to hear your voice,” Joey says.

“Joey?” You ask as you turn on your heel.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay? Where are you?” He asks.

“I’m at the hospital,” you answer, knowing he’d asked you something else but too overwhelmed to follow it.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“I wasn’t hit. I hadn’t even made it to the dinner yet,” you reply, and it’s not really an answer, but it’s close enough. Because you weren’t alright— not in the slightest. But if you admitted that now, you’d lose control and you’d never get it back.

“They pulled the Attorney General out of the office. They’re taking him to–”

“The bunker,” you finish his sentence.

“Is the President alive? What’s going on there?”

“I don’t know. They won’t let anyone see him,” you answer, and it pains you to do so.

“You’re there, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know anything, Joseph!” You scream, stopping in your tracks. It’s an overreaction. You don’t care.

“I’m sorry. We’re in lockdown, here. Things are— well, they’re stressful, but I’m sure you have it worse. I’ll see what I can find out and I’ll call you when I know more,” he tells you.

“Thanks,” you tell him, not bothering to even pretend that you’ll return the favor.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there with you– I can’t imagine how difficult this must be,” he continues, but you hear shouting, and hang up the phone without another word.

“Charge the paddles to 350!” You hear a voice call out from the next room over— you feel all the air leave your body when you realize it’s the President’s room.

“Clear!” The voice commands. The curtain is pulled shut, but you can see a few inches of the floor, the wheels on his gurney. You count five pairs of shoes– two on either side of his bed, one at the foot.

“Charge to 400,” you hear the voice again, and the shoes shuffle into new places. One of the shadows is moving rhythmically– performing CPR, you realize. Another pair of them leaves a footprint– of the President’s blood, you realize. It’s dripping from the bed, onto the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. Where was it coming from? Were they pulling him back together in there?

“Clear!” You heard the definitive thump of the AED again. They were trying to restart his heart, which meant his heart had stopped. Which meant that he was dead– dying, you amend. He’s not dead until they call it. Circumstances change. Hearts restart. But he’s dying, quickly. He’s bleeding and dying on this table. He’s going to leave this hospital as the 5th name on a list no President wants to be on, and no one is going to know that you loved him. No one is going to know that he loved you, too.

The curtain flies open, startling you. “Aegis is moving to OR One,” you hear a Secret Service agent say as you dive out of the way of the gurney.

You catch a glimpse of Aaron as he passes— his eyes are closed, his mouth askew because of the tube they’ve intubated him with to alleviate pressure on his lungs. There’s a cut on his nose, a spray of blood against one of his cheeks. They’ve cut his suit away and covered him with a blanket. He looks so small. The image of him stabs at you, repeatedly, even as he’s rolled away, even when you close your eyes. You don’t know if you’ll ever stop seeing it.

His gurney and medical team disappear behind a restricted access door, and the sudden quiet feels like a slap in the face. You look at the open trauma bay where he just was, the curtain now wide open and medical detritus littering the floor. You take a few steps in, against your better judgement. There’s gauze everywhere, mixed with scraps of his clothing and AED pads. You see his shoe kicked to the corner of the room, the laces askew. A glint against the fluorescent lights catches your eye, and you tear up as you crouch to the floor. Your white dress is getting soaked with blood at the edges, but you hardly notice it.

You reach out, and pick up the pin you’d given to the President before his inauguration. The 48 stars are speckled red. That felt like a lifetime ago. You had no idea that he still had it, that he still wore it. He wore it tonight because he knew he was going to see you, you realize, and it sends you over the edge.

You break down into tears, sinking to your knees. Your feet hurt like hell. Your dress is toast. Who fucking cares. You cry out a sob and you don’t care who hears. You love him. You love him. You love him. You’d always love him. You need to get it together, for him. For his country. You drew in a deep breath. Rossi steps into the room, crouches down next to you, takes you into his arms. He was the only person on Earth who knew who the President was to you. He was the one who drank shitty scotch with the President when he was sure he’d lost you forever. What kind of cruel fucking karma was that.

“Come here, kiddo. I know. I know,” Rossi said, taking you into his arms, stroking your back until you could take full, measured breaths again. Once you’re calm, he speaks up. “The Vice President just boarded Marine One and landed on the South Lawn of the White House.”

You draw in a sharp breath. “She can’t do that.”

“I know.”

“Only the President lands on the South lawn.”

“I know.”

“She’s trying to steal the presidency out from under him,” you realize.

“I think so.”

“The Secret Service patted me down even after they saw my security pass. They think it could be an inside job,” you tell him dryly.

“Nothing’s outside of the question, not yet,” he confirms.

“Do you really think she wants it that bad?” You ask.

“I think I’m going to hunt down the son of a bitch that did this and make them pay. But I need to protect Aaron, and his legacy, first.”

“Rossi… I love him,” you confess to another human for the first time.

“I know you do, kiddo. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you know what we need to do.”

“I heard you closed the stock market. Did you raise the terror threat level?”

“I did. FBI’s on it. Airports are closed.” He confirms.

“The White House needs to put out a statement.”

“We’ll get you some clothes,” Rossi says, looking over your dress.

“Rossi, I don’t know if I can do it.” Your chin quivers.

“We need to get to work– for him.” Rossi tells you. “He needs us right now. He needs us to keep the country running. You can do it, kiddo, I know you can.”

You draw in a breath. Rossi was right. You could do this. You had to, for him. “I serve at the pleasure of the President.”

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Wow, he’s hot

“Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers? Lol

Warnings: Aged up characters (Changbin is ten years older than the reader), explicit sexual content, language, drinking

Summary: You were a fresh college graduate, returning home for the summer before starting a bright, shiny new position in the city, but you certainly weren’t expecting to fall hard for your neighbor. 

A/N: I hope at least one person gets my reference/pun at the end....But seriously? Oh, what have I done...

Your roommate was hungover again, dressed to the nines in a purple bathrobe and pink fluffy slippers as she attempted to move huge boxes of random shit between her bedroom and the foyer of your shared apartment. 

It was priceless entertainment, at least in your opinion, especially after witnessing your roommate in rare form the previous night dancing from one frat boy to the next, draining entire bottles of alcohol like she needed the liquid encouragement. 

From what you had observed, she was determined to embarrass you at all costs, and under normal circumstances, you could’ve avoided her rather inappropriate behavior in exchange for your regular hook-up, Joshua. But he decided to remain mysteriously absent for the entire evening, which meant that you had been stuck watching over your roommate, hoping that she wouldn’t get you kicked out again....

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N,” Laura huffed, pausing next to the counter-top where you sat. “What did you expect? It was my last night of freedom before going back home.”

“Yeah,” you snorted. “It was mine too, but I wasn’t plastered face-down in the shower last night.”

“Whatever,” Laura grimaced. “Did you sign off on the lease yet?”

“I did it earlier,” you replied. 

“Our bitchy landlord’s been complaining all week,” Laura said. “I’m tired of her late-night phone calls, plus my mom’s been really annoying about the move.”

“Oh?” you questioned. “When is she coming?”

“In like an hour,” Laura huffed. “Why do you think I’m busting my ass to pack everything?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe you needed a distraction from thinking about puking in the bushes behind the frat house last night.”

“Oh, shut up about that!” Laura hissed, slapping your arm as you kept laughing. “Isn’t you brother coming tomorrow?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you groaned. “He said he has to come super early because of work, but my ass doesn’t start functioning until at least 8:00.”

“Well, at least tell Chan ‘hi’ for me,” Laura said, giggling like a love-struck teenager because she had been infatuated with your older brother for years.

“If I remember to tell him,” you grumbled, stretching out your arms and deciding that it might be useful for you to start packing as well, especially since the most you would be able to accomplish tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn is following Chan around the apartment in a zombie-like state as the two of you loaded your belongings into his car.

“Don’t forget that I’m coming to visit next week,” Laura said, and you perked up a little at the idea of having your friend come around, especially since the two of you had just graduated together and those long days and nights of being glued together at the hip were coming to a bittersweet end.

“Sounds good,” you agreed, checking your phone one last time to see a weird gif from Chan (as you had come to expect from him) before joining your roommate in packing up the remainder of your former college life.

Chan had always been prompt when it came to his familial obligations, and the two of you spent two hours loading all of your stuff into his car before starting the long drive to your old childhood home. A place that you hadn’t ventured to since leaving four years ago to start undergraduate school.

“Looks the same,” you remarked, sunglasses perched low on your nose as you allowed the window to roll down to take in some fresh air.

“What did you expect?” Chan asked, humming away to whatever shitty metal song he had playing over the radio.

In a totally random and last-minute decision, you had decided that for the next three summer months while you were stuck in an in-between phase, you were returning home for a while before you were set to move into a new apartment in the city close to where you would be working full-time. It seemed logical to save money, and there was a small part of you that did miss your family and old friends. 

Of course, despite Chan’s dismissal of your earlier nonchalant comment about the unchanging surroundings of your hometown, you were startled when you realized that the old house next door, which used to be occupied by an elderly couple until they moved away during your senior year of high school, was missing it’s familiar ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard, and there was a black Mustang in the driveway.

“Home sweet home,” Chan sighed when he stopped in the carport attached to your former two-story staccato, opening the door with a grumble. 

You frowned, following him around to the back of his car. “Someone bought the house next door?” you asked, dragging your eyes away from the sleek, shiny sports car to look at your brother.

Chan grunted as he heaved your suitcase from the trunk. “Yeah, they moved in last month. I think the owner is a lawyer and he lives there with his daughter.”

“Huh,” you remarked. “That house has been vacant for years.”

Chan shrugged. “Yeah, well, the guy who lives there now is really nice. Mom and dad babysit for him a lot when he’s working.”

“Great,” I muttered. “They’ll rope me into helping.”

“S’ not so bad,” Chan said, growling in frustration when your suitcase fell over to the side with an unpleasant crash. “Can you help or what?”

You laughed at your brother’s outrage, reaching back to pull your hair into a messy bun. 

Meanwhile, you noticed the front door of your house opening from the corner of your eye, smiling when your mother shrieked and rushed down the sidewalk to meet you halfway in a long-winded embrace. “Y/N!! I’m so glad to see you.”

“You’re crushing me,” you heaved through constricted lungs, accepting your mother’s open arms even if it was a little over-eager.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear,” she said, pulling back just enough to allow oxygen to circulate once again, but not enough to pull you away from her mushy kisses. “You look so healthy and beautiful!”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” you said, slowly beginning the untangling process of removing her arms from around you while Chan struggled in the background to carry your suitcase up the front steps. “I should help.”

“Of course!” your mom agreed, but a distant tug of curiosity had you turning back to look at the house next door once again.

“Hey? Do you know anything about the new neighbor?”

“You mean Changbin? He’s wonderful, darling. So polite, and his daughter is so funny.”

You wrinkled your nose, never having been a huge fan of kids. “Chan said you babysit for him sometimes.”

“It’s always nice to help someone out,” your mother tsked, and you could recognize her patronizing tone from anywhere. “Such a shame that he divorced his wife. Heard it was kinda nasty.”

“It’s not any of our business,” you reminded her.

“Oh, I didn’t say it was!” your mother sighed. “He doesn’t talk about it much.”

“Jeez, how much do you guys talk?”

Because from the sound of it, Changbin had to be as old as your mom to make this much of an impression. You grinned as you briefly imagined the two of them on the front porch drinking tea together and gossiping about the rest of the neighborhood.

“He’s far more friendly than Mrs. Jones was,” your mother remarked. “I think you’d like him, Y/N.”

“I don’t know about that...”

“Well, you’ll get the chance to meet him tonight,” your mother said, smile full and wide. “I’ve invited him over for dinner!”

Oh, great.

“Can’t wait,” you forced out between clenched teeth, rolling your eyes when your mom clapped her hands together before grabbing your hand to drag you inside, feeling only a distant shiver roll across your spine as you walked onto the porch as if someone was looking at you from afar....

Your mother was hardly the type to run out of conversation, and you eventually were forced to leave her downstairs to argue with Chan over some menial thing that he forgot to do for tonight’s big dinner while you trudged upstairs to find some peace.

Unsurprisingly, your childhood bedroom remained untouched, and you circled around the perimeter, studying old pictures of yourself playing sports and hanging out with friends. Fingers dusting over your collection of old trophies and high-school yearbooks that recalled long-ago days of feeling carefree - with the future wide-open in front of you for the taking.

But you were well off in the present, allowing yourself to indulge in the nostalgia of looking through old diaries and journals before your mother’s voice called you downstairs for dinner later that evening. “Coming!” you called back, pausing next to your mirror to check your reflection.

The smell of your mother’s cooking had your stomach rumbling from the hunger of only stopping once on the way home to eat cheap fast-food with Chan, and you forced yourself to walk like a normal person even though every instinct was screaming at you to find the source of that delicious odor.

You were nearly salivating at the idea of your mother’s homemade cooking, and your hand caught the rail of the bannister to turn the final corner, but the sounds of voices from below forced you to pause at the top of the stairs, eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of the unfamiliar man standing in your foyer, talking to your mother like they had known each other for years. “Oh, Y/N,” your mother said, and you shivered when the man turned to look at you. “Come meet our neighbor, Changbin. I think you’ll really like him.”

You held back a snort at the ironic comment because it only took you a few seconds to come to the conclusion that Changbin epitomized the phrase “just my type.”

He was on the shorter side, built like he had literally spent his entire life working out, arms bulging beneath his t-shirt and chest straining the material tight to his front. So much so that you could practically see his nipples through the fabric. 

His hair was jet-black, ruffled from the wind outside, and his eyes were equally as dark, lips contorted into a self-satisfied smirk that you found exceedingly hot.

“Hi,” you mustered without much thought, nearly tripping over your own two feet on the way down the stairs.

“This is my daughter, Y/N,” your mother said, inviting you closer so that you were standing directly in front of Changbin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a deep voice that was slightly rough around the edges.

“Y/N just graduate from college,” your mother gushed. “We’re so excited to have her back.”

“I’m home for the summer,” you explained, shivering at the dark look in Changbin’s gaze. “I’m starting an internship in the Fall.”

“Y/N will be working in publishing,” your mother explained, jumping in while you and Changbin continued to stare each other down - something intense and provocative.

“Really?” Changbin asked, eyes making a leisurely stroll of looking you up and in down in a way that had you feeling extremely self-conscious. 

“Oh! Give me one second to check something in the kitchen,” your mother said, excusing herself with a smile before leaving the two of you alone in the foyer.

You inwardly cursed your mother for leaving you both in an awkward silence. Say something!! You screamed to yourself.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to stop swaying back and forth. “Chan told me you practice law.”

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you swooned at his crooked smile. “It doesn’t sound as interesting as your work.”

“I don’t know about that,” you countered politely, but Changbin was unrelenting.

“You looked surprised to see me earlier,” he remarked.

You swallowed hard. “Oh, well when Chan mentioned a neighbor with a kid, I just wasn’t expecting someone so....”

“Yes?” Changbin prodded, encouraging you to continue.

Someone so fucking hot, you thought to yourself, someone who was literally made inside my best fantasies, but those explicit thoughts belonged exclusively inside your head. “Young,” you eventually finished, and Changbin seemed disappointed for some reason.

“I’m 32,” he said, and your eyes widened perceptibly, realizing that he was ten years older than you.

“I would’ve never guessed,” you said. “I mean, not that it’s a bad thing-”

“It’s alright,” Changbin interrupted, and you were relieved to hear him chuckle. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can be a little awkward.”

“No,” he shook his head, coming to stand a little closer. “I think it’s nice.”

Oh? What was that supposed to mean?

“I used to have a boyfriend who looked a lot like you,” you went on, freezing when you comprehended what you had just blathered without thinking.

But Changbin didn’t seem bothered at all. “I bet he wasn’t as old as me.”

“He was my age,” you said. “But I kinda like older men...”

Fuck. Did those words really just come out of your mouth?!

“Y/N,” Changbin said, and you trembled at the huskiness of his tone. “You should be more careful.” He leaned in then as if trying to keep whatever he was about to say a secret for just the two of you. “I can be a very dangerous man.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, finding yourself two seconds away from literally melting at his feet when your mother suddenly re-entered the foyer with a dusting of flour across her chin. 

“Dinner’s ready!” she announced, and you were fleeing behind her without a second thought, escaping the intoxicating hold of Changbin’s presence before you did something you might regret.

For whatever reason, you found yourself sitting next to Changbin in the dining room for dinner that night. 

“I made chicken,” your mother said, gesturing to each dish sitting in a line down the center of the table as she explained tonight’s menu. But you were barely cognizant of what your mother was saying because the close proximity to Changbin was doing very strange things to your head.

“So, Y/N,” your father started when everyone had been served. “I hope your brother was helpful with the move.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but you grinned at your father’s words. “Yeah, I was a little out of it though because of the time.”

“Like I said,” Chan huffed. “I couldn’t get there any later.”

“Let the bickering commence,” your mother said. “Changbin, you wouldn’t believe the fights these two had when they were young.”

“I can only imagine,” Changbin said, and you were wondering how someone could be even more attractive by the sound of their voice alone.

“Do you still need us to babysit for you tomorrow night?” your mother asked. “We would be more than accommodating.”

“That would be great,” Changbin said. “I’ve got a late conference call.”

“It’s no problem,” your mother continued. “Your daughter is just the loveliest.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Changbin replied.

“Y/N,” your mother said, catching you with a mouthful of chicken. “Changbin’s daughter is such a peach.”

You quickly forced down the food in your mouth when you felt Changbin’s gaze rest on you. “Oh? How hold is she, Mr. Seo?”

“She’s six,” Changbin said, and he shifted in his chair, causing your knees to brush together in a move that you knew wasn’t intentional, even if it didn’t stop your legs from wrapping together. “And you don’t have to be so formal with me, Y/N. Only my clients call me Mr. Seo.”

“O-oh,” you exhaled, reacting to the brief contact under the table, hoping that nobody else was noticing your strange behavior.

“Maybe Y/N could help watch Lucy when you’re gone,” your mother suggested, always the first to rope you into these things.

“Sure,” you agreed, even though the idea of pulling babysitting duty was less than appealing, and you could hear Chan snickering from across the table. He knew perfectly well your attitude when it came to kids. 

“I think Lucy would like that,” Changbin agreed, and you started to nod along until you felt Changbin’s hand move to your thigh.

Just that single move had your entire form frozen in place. 

While your mother continued talking about whatever subject caught her attention, you were left wondering how you should react to the very obvious posturing of Changbin’s hand moving decidedly against your bare skin.

“I’ll probably head back into town tomorrow morning,” Chan said. “I wasn’t able to get much work done.”

You knew it was a playful jab at you, but at that moment you were incapable of coherent speech.

“How is work, Channie?” your mother asked, just as ignorant as the rest of them to the situation unfolding beneath her table. “Anything interesting?”

“Not really,” Chan replied, and you nearly choked on the food you were swallowing when you felt Changbin squeezing your thigh. 

“Try to chew it first, Y/N,” your father chuckled, and you forced a smile which you hoped wasn’t as strained as it felt.

“What about you, Changbin?” your mother politely queried. “Anything interesting happening lately?”

“Maybe,” he said with a tone that was far too knowing.

“Hmmm?” your mother smiled. “You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”

You knew the question was invasive, but Changbin handled it in stride. “I think it depends.”

“Sounds scandalous,” your mother joked, and you couldn’t have possibly been imagining it, feeling his fingers reach so high under the opening of your shorts that his fingertips touched the outline of your panties. 

You reached down to cover his hand with your own, bringing awareness to the fact that you weren’t ignoring what was happening, and he had every opportunity to pull back.

But he didn’t. In fact, Changbin’s light, playful touches only continued, and you were left reeling for what the intention could possibly mean.

Early the next morning, you were supposed to be cleaning the pool as a favor to your mother, but how could you be blamed for sneaking peaks at your neighbor working out in his backyard? 

“Holy shit,” you cursed under your breath, failing to do a very good job of pretending to be occupied with your current task while ogling the man across the lawn who was in the middle of another round of push-ups, biceps flexing while the rest of his body practically glowed under the sun. 

You knew it wasn’t a crime to permit the occasional glance, but your hardcore staring could certainly be qualified as spying at this point (especially in the direction of a lawyer) - making it blatantly obvious that you were very appreciative of the male form at the peak of performance.

Was Changbin seriously 32? And a father?

The questions boggled your mind, and in your distracted state, you clearly forgot to keep a firm hold on the handle of the pool’s leaf skimmer, huffing in annoyance when it splashed beneath the water.

It was enough to attract Changbin’s attention, and you were sure that your face was just as red as the towel draped over the back of your mother’s patio furniture when he stood to his full height before walking in your direction.

“Were you watching me?” Changbin asked, sauntering over to you with black mesh shorts hanging tantalizingly low on his hips, shirt foregone in exchange for a delightful sheen of sweat coating the skin of his thick upper torso in dripping rivulets. 

“Uh...” you trailed off anxiously, realizing that Changbin wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for your half-assed excuses, especially after what had happened between the two of you last night. 

“You’re not planning on lying to me, Y/N?” he asked, raising one eyebrow in question.

“N-no, Mr. Seo,” you said, shaking your head quickly, barely keeping a firm grasp of your bearings as he abruptly leaned in closer, musk hanging heavy in the air between the two of you. 

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, lips lingering far too close to your ear for a simple neighborly exchange, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him in waves, holding you completely hostage as you briefly entertained the idea of falling to your knees right then and there. 

“What should I call you?” you asked instead, fisting your shirt between your hands because you were desperate for something to ground you in that moment. 

You could practically feel his smirk, holding in a gasp when his hand settled at the low dip in your spine, fitting into the space there as he pulled you tight against his front. “You can always call me daddy instead.”

Your heart skipped several beats at the scandalous words. Either that or you had just entered cardiac arrest.

But before you could muster a response, you found yourself leaping out of Changbin’s hold when the backdoor opened, and your mother was screaming out your name while waving like a maniac. “Oh!” she said when she realized that you weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“We were just talking,” you quickly inserted, glancing at Changbin from the corner of your eye to see him smirking. 

For a while, the very strange flirtation between you and Changbin simmered down, and you tried your best to avoid him when you could, even if he made that very hard to do since he insisted on doing his morning workouts outside in direct line of your bedroom.

It was during the following week that you brought the divine glory of Changbin to your friend, Laura’s, attention, ushering her into your house when she parked on the side of street. “What the hell, Y/N?” she complained when you started practically dragging her up the stairs. “I’ve been driving for hours.”

“Oh, hush,” you said. “You’ll thank me later.”

“Thank you for what, exactly?” Laura questioned, but your response was to simply push her toward the window, standing side by side as you looked through the blinds.

“My new neighbor.”

“Holy fuck!” Laura gasped when she finally joined you, and you could only nod your agreement as the two of you continued to watch Changbin through two narrow breaks in your blinds, wondering how the image of your sexy neighbor simply mowing his grass could make you so wet. “That man is huge!”

“I think he does it on purpose,” you remarked, feeling your heart palpitate inside your chest when Changbin took a moment to pause his chore, reaching down to remove his shirt and tuck it into the waistband of his shorts.

Laura’s gasp was almost outlandishly laughable. “He’s ripped! Like, Sports Illustrated model worthy.”

“I would buy every last copy of that edition.”

“I’d even go a step further and tape the pictures to my wall.”

You both stopped to look at one another, nodding in your collective agreement. “Not here, though, my mom would freak.”

“Yeah, but how can your mom expect you to just ignore...that!” Laura exclaimed, gesturing wildly to Changbin. 

“She thinks he’s a fucking Saint, but I swear to god, Laura, he’s provoking me on purpose! The other night at dinner? He came over and put. his. hand. on. my. leg,” you said, emphasizing the last line with what probably looked like a comical widening of your eyes. “And he works out every morning in front of my bedroom? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“No think,” Laura sighed dreamily. “Just enjoy the view.”

“Do you think I’m not?” you snorted. “I’m serious about him doing those things!”

“So what?” Laura grumbled. “Why are you actually worried that your fucking super model neighbor wants to make a few moves on you? I would be honored.”

“I’m not worried,” you huffed. “It just feels like he wants something from me.”

“Well, if it’s a good fuck, then send him all the signals you can, girl.”

“Really?” you muttered. “You know I suck with flirting. That’s why I only hooked up with Joshua at those stupid frat parties. He didn’t care that I was an awkward mess.”

“Well, neither will your neighbor,” Laura said. “Especially if he’s as interested as you say.”

You pursed your lips, considering her comment, but the sudden and unexpected sound of your door opening sent both you and Laura jumping nearly ten feet into the air as you hurried away from the blinds as fast as humanely possible to take up some form of normalcy.

No, mom, of course we weren’t staring at Mr. Seo.

“Girls,” your mother inquired as she walked inside, and you prayed that your mother hadn’t caught the two of you taking sly peaks at Changbin outside, but she seemed completely ignorant. “I have a question for you.”

“Hmmm?” you inquired, innocently enough, trying to act like the position that you had forced yourself into on the bed was totally not uncomfortable.

“Changbin needs someone to watch Lucy tomorrow night, but your father and I already made plans,” she said. “But I told him you would be more than happy to come over and help him out.”

You winced when Laura elbowed you in the side, giving you one of those looks that you knew quite well from countless nights of barhopping as sophomores. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Laura snickered, but you payed her no attention as you hurried to close the door behind your mother’s retreating form, breathing a sigh of relief to hear her walk back down the stairs.

In all of your years of existence, never had you questioned the appropriateness of an outfit to wear to someone’s place to babysit.

“Fuck it,” you eventually decided, settling on regular, well-worn jeans and a college t-shirt.

After all, it wasn’t like Changbin was staying for very long. He claimed he had something to do at the office, and you would be all alone inside his house with only his kid for companionship.

Still, after your conversation with Laura from the previous afternoon, you couldn’t help but feel more mindful about how he might look at you, and you forced yourself to wear your most professional smile when you rang the doorbell to his house, counting slowly from one until he opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N,” Changbin said, and you tried not to blatantly check him out; although, you couldn’t help but linger on the tight fit of his shirt across his pecs.

“Hello,” you nearly whispered, cursing your hormones as you followed Changbin inside.

“I actually have something to tell you,” Changbin said, leading you into the living room so that you could sit down while entered the adjoining kitchen.

“Oh?” you queried, as politely as you could, waiting for him to return.

It didn’t take him long, and you found yourself sitting up a little straighter from where you had made yourself comfortable on the couch. “So, I actually found someone else to watch Lucy,” Changbin explained, coming around to land next to you on the couch with two glasses of wine. 

“You did?” you asked, surprised and taken-aback. 

Why were you here then?

As if he could read your thoughts, Changbin smirked. “Thirsty?”

“Sure,” you agreed, taking one of the glasses and bringing the rim up to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” Changbin said, and he seemed contemplative as he sipped his own drink. “But then I kinda wanted you for something else.”

“Something else?” you repeated because your mind was spinning those simple words in a thousand different directions, and you were only able to settle on one likely outcome when Changbin’s hand dropped to your thigh, reminiscent of your first dinner together from several evenings ago. 

He suddenly moved in closer to you, allowing you to smell the subtle cologne that he was wearing. “You’ve been watching me,” he said, and you shivered, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as you looked at him.

“S-sir?”

“Don’t play coy,” Changbin continued, and you found yourself observing the way his throat bobbed as he drank. “I don’t mind the attention.”

“You don’t?” you replied, a rather useless question considering the circumstances, and Changbin took your glass and sat both alcoholic selections onto the side table.

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” he asked, tracing little nonsensical patterns on the covered part of your thigh. “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

What. The. Hell?!!

“Mr. Seo, I don’t think-”

“Y/N,” Changbin interrupted, and you were so frazzled and disjointed by the sharp grip he took on your chin, forcing eye-contact that was so intimate, you could feel yourself grow a little bit wetter. “I told you not to call me that.”

It was the only precursor you got before Changbin was delving in, gripping your chin firmly as he connected your lips in a deep, sensuous exchange that had you reeling from the sudden 180 degree turn that the night had taken. 

In one word: everything was rough. Teeth meeting teeth, and tongues rolling in a messy glide against one another. Wet and warm. Silky and smooth. It was everything you needed in a kiss to get your gears turning, feeling your pussy positively throbbing in response.

“That’s right,” Changbin eventually said when he pulled the two of you apart - very much still in control. “We shouldn’t ignore this tension between us.”

“No,” you eagerly agreed, diving in once more for another earth-shattering kiss that rocked you to your very bones, taking the initiative to crawl into his lap, grinding yourself shamelessly against the tight bulge in his jeans while your fingers dug their way into his thick, dark hair. 

“Eager,” Changbin whispered between feverish kisses, keeping your mouths locked together at all costs, even if that meant growing a little bit light-headed from losing too much oxygen.

But you couldn’t get enough of him, not after all this teasing and tension. 

You didn’t care anymore, consequences be damned, and there wasn’t a single part of you opposing his intentional touches, giving him enough space to unbutton your jeans before sliding one hand beneath the waistband of your panties. In response, you moaned into his mouth, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he found the delicate folds of your pussy.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” Changbin asked, and you were feverishly nodding, sweat forming at the top of your forehead, trying your best to hold back your loudest moans when he slid right in with little resistance, moving his fingers around the inside of your cunt, stretching and filling you in a way that you imagined was nothing compared to what the thick cock beneath you could do.

But you would take anything from him, savoring the glide of his fingers since you were practically drenching him in sticky arousal, jerking forward every so often when his thumb pressed down a little too hard against your clit.

All the while, you could feel yourself start to break apart from the heated contact between the two of you, aching and wanting for the release that the look in his eyes told you he had every intention of providing.

And you were enjoying every bit of the journey to get there, bathing in his attention, groaning when his fingers curled up just right to tease your g-spot, and grinding down against the erection confined tightly in his jeans. 

Everything was suddenly so much louder, the sounds of his palm smacking against your cunt, fingers gliding through wetness, and the joined harmony of your combined moans and grunts. 

It was a rapid uphill ascent into the clouds, and you could feel him start to move even faster, pulling against the fabric of your jeans, and there was hardly any time for your mind to truly comprehend what was happening. Lost in a sinful haze of lust and divine rapture, wanting nothing more than to just lose yourself in Changbin.

Except he wasn’t letting you simply drown in the pleasure he was giving you, tugging at your hair to bring you back to the present, to the final string keeping your orgasm just out of reach. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Changbin growled into your ear, keeping one hand tight around your waist to stop your squirming as he continued plunging his thick fingers between the tight walls of your pussy. “I see you looking at me because I want you to look.”

You moaned at the explicit expression of his desires, closing your eyes and returning your head against his shoulder, hips titillating according to the way he moved his fingers inside of you. 

“Cum for me,” he said, and you were more than willing to let go of everything, including the moans you had been trying to hold back, filling the house with the loud raucous of your screams as your orgasm snapped and unleashed a molten hot thrill along your spine.

You were gasping for breath, returning from the highest peak of satisfaction, but Changbin hardly gave you anytime to recover before he was removing his hand from your jeans and forcing you into the floor.

“My turn,” he grunted, and the sound of his belt unbuckling triggered some semblance of rationale, and you were practically salivating over Changbin’s cock, eyeing the red bulbous mushroom head and wondering how deep you could take him. “Well?” Changbin prodded, grabbing the base of his thick erection to brush it across the pout of your lips. “Open wide.”

You whimpered, but obeyed, allowing your tongue to stick out just enough to taste the drop of precum leaking from the tip. It was bitter and unappealing, but since it was from Changbin, you couldn’t resist trying more of him, going further and further down until you felt him at the back of your throat.

Your jaw was already aching from the extension, and a distant thought had you thinking, damn, you were gonna be sore in the morning. But it was completely worth it to hear him moan from above you, fingers tightening in your hair as you allowed him to set the pace, rolling you up and down his cock, tongue sweeping the sides and tip and digging into the little slit where you discovered he was the most sensitive. 

At the same time, you were all but humping his leg, desperate to get off again as he used your mouth for his own personal cocksleeve, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, sending you gagging around his impossible length.

“You take cock like you were made for it,” he remarked, eyes glossing over in a way that had you feeling rather proud of your skills. 

It only lasted for a moment, and he abruptly held himself all the way down for one, two, three seconds until you were whining for him to let you free just long enough to take in another deep breath. 

“Finish me off,” he groaned, and you were working overtime to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head up and down the full expanse of his length, all gorgeous and velvety smooth skin. And you braced your hands against his knees, an anchor to reality, when he finally released down your throat, heavy and warm, causing you to nearly choke as you struggled to swallow every last drop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, petting your head softly as you whined and continued to rub yourself against him, jumping off the brink of orgasmic bliss right after him, allowing your head to fall down between his spread legs.

It was a quiet for a while as you both fought to catch your breath, but then he was moving again, rising from his position on the couch. 

You sat back on your heels at the jostling, whimpering when he stood over you with a menacing sneer, grabbing your face between his hands, forcing your gazes to meet somewhere in the middle even though you still couldn’t completely concentrate. But you were cognizant to at least understand his next words: “Lucy won’t be here tomorrow night, either.”

“Changbin,” you gasped, understanding the implications of his request and shivering at the effect they could still have on your worn-out body. 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he whispered into your ear, keeping eye-contact as he brought his fingers still coated with your arousal into his mouth, sucking while you grew faint at the sight. Then, he pulled them free and knelt down to sear your lips together so that you could taste the riveting combination of your releases on his wicked tongue. 

You returned home that night in a daze, immediately heading for your room after assuring your mother that everything was totally fine with the babysitting, even if you probably appeared a little out of sorts. 

In the meantime, you landed on top of your bed with a sigh, opening your phone contacts to pull up Laura’s name, placing the call without any mind to the late hour.

She answered on the third ring with a curt grunt. “This better be good, Y/N.”

“Oh?” you replied with a nonchalant tone. “I thought you might be interested in hearing about my latest dick appointment.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “You didn’t.”

“I did!”

“With your neighbor?”

You laughed at Laura’s shrill tone, rolling over onto your stomach with your feet dancing in the air behind you. “I totally sucked him off.” 

“Shit! How big is his cock?” Laura whispered over the phone as if anybody could possibly overhear your conversation. 

“Let’s just say he’s well-endowed.”

“You absolute slut!” Laura exclaimed. “Did he at least return the favor?”

“Oh, he’s a gentleman,” you explained. “He took care of me first.”

“Details!”

“He just fingered me,” you said, even as your mind sprinted with images and sensations; Changbin’s sultry gaze, defined muscles, and the burning desire he had planted deep in your core. 

“That’s hot though,” Laura said. “I can’t believe you actually did anything with him.”

“What? I told you he was sending me signals!”

“Yeah, but I was only halfway assuming that those signals might lead to his fingers in you!”

You couldn’t help yourself, laughing at Laura’s incredulous tone, and spending the next several minutes doing your absolute best to provide a heavily detailed play-by-play of your evening tryst with Changbin. 

“Lucky bitch,” Laura scoffed at the end of your long-winded tale. “I’d kill for someone to fuck me.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet...”

“Yet? Are you planning to go back to him?”

“Obviously,” you said. “There’s unfinished business that I need to take care of.”

“You think he wants to fuck you?”

“I think he wants to do a lot to me,” you purred, smirking at the sounds of Laura’s outlandish squeals from the other end.

Still, you didn’t think those explicit fantasies would come to fruition so soon. But the next night when you returned to Changbin’s house under the guise of babysitting his kid, there were no formalities between the two of you because you both wanted each other in a way that should be considered improper. 

Fortunately, you were tired of caring about other people’s opinions, and it only took Changbin a moment to pull you into his house before his lips were crushing against yours, holding you around the waist as he started working at your clothes.

If whiplash was a thing in moments like these, then you had it bad, trying to follow the taste of him as he backed you both into the bedroom, closing the door and enveloping you both in the gentle glow from the lamp.

“Get on the bed,” Changbin growled when he finally pulled away, reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt. You swallowed hard at the sight of his broad, toned upper form, stumbling backward along the floor, hopping on one leg to finish removing your jeans for him, leaving you completely naked as you lowered yourself onto the mattress. “Good girl,” Changbin cooed, and you shivered at the huskiness of his voice, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation as he blatantly traced the outline of his cock through his jeans.

“Changbin, please,” you panted, already so worked up from just kissing and feeling his hands all over your body that you were desperate for something more.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, walking slowly around to the front of the bed as you watched him with eager eyes.

“Want you to fuck me,” you said, heart thundering against your chest when he started working apart his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers and allowing his thick cock to slap up against his abdomen, already so hard for you even though you had just started.

“Hands and knees,” Changbin ordered, and you were surprised by your quick compliance, supporting yourself on shaky limbs as you felt him climb on the bed behind you, tensing when the head of his cock grazed your wet opening. “Look at you,” Changbin rumbled, teasing you even more by running his fingers down your spine, allowing his other hand to reach around to grope your breast.

“Hurry,” you practically begged him, and it was like the metaphorical band had finally snapped, and you moaned when Changbin took a firm hold of your hips, manhandling you back into position. 

“Good girls say please,” he snarled, and your entire form light up at the abrupt command.

“P-please,” you stuttered, and there was an unholy line of curses that left your lips when he directed his cock inside, penetrating you so slowly that you could feel every inch of him until he was snug against your ass.

“Since you asked nicely,” Changbin chuckled, and you had never been so turned on before in your entire life, heart racing and blood pumping, bracing yourself against the mattress when he started thrusting, gentle at first, but then faster and faster as you egged him on, wanting him to go so hard that he split you in half around his cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, struggling to maintain any sort of grip on the headboard. 

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Changbin purred into your ear, sounding perfectly put-together despite the fact that he was literally drilling his cock into you. “All those guys you’ve fucked before, I would think your pussy wouldn’t be this tight.”

“You’re just too big,” you managed, crying out when he grazed a sensitive spot. 

“Oh? Is that why this little pussy is leaking so much?” Changbin asked, and you had no response for him, clearly fucked out of all rational thought as his hips slapped against yours in a bruising meeting of skin-on-skin. 

It was undeniable: you had never felt this full before...like Changbin’s cock was somehow reaching all the way to your guts, and you reached down to place a hand over your stomach, imagining feeling the bulge of his cock against the distended skin.

“How does daddy feel?” Changbin whispered into your ear, and if it was possible for him to literally destroy you, then it would be from that heavily suggestive question.

“So good,” you sniffled, tears falling inhibited, leaving your face just as wet as the place where he was crushing himself into you, repeating the same motion of leaving just the tip before re-entering you with added urgency, cock forcing its way between the slick walls of your cunt. 

It was a beautiful melodic song after that (or, perhaps, hard metal would be a much better genre), the rhythm of his hips rolling against your own, hard and then softer, bruising and fleeting, stuffing your pussy on every upstroke, holding you in place by his pure strength. 

You could feel that strength everywhere, the force of his cock squelching between your pulsating walls, the way you moved up and down the bed by his control, and, when you reached back with one hand to feel his arm, the flex of his biceps as his arms worked to move you however he pleased.

“What will your mother say, Y/N?” Changbin asked. “When she finds out that her daughter fucked the man next door?”

Your mother would absolutely lose her shit if she found out that you were willingly spreading your legs for a divorced 32-year old man who had a daughter you were meant to be babysitting. She would be even more taken aback to discover that you loved and craved every second of Changbin’s cock tearing you to pieces, stretching you so good that you imagined that you would still be gaping in the morning, desperate to have him fill you again. 

“Her little girl screaming like a slut for me,” Changbin hissed. “Say my name, Y/N.”

“C-Changbin,” you whimpered, feeling him roll to a slower pace, merely grinding his hips in circles as if teasing you for the answer.

You flinched and nearly cried when he smacked the fleshy part of your ass, trying to look back over your shoulder to see what you had done wrong. “Try again,” he said, giving you a meaningful look that your poor, fucked-out brain still managed to decipher; although, you were burning in your own skin at the thought of saying it out loud....

“Daddy!” you moaned, and Changbin suddenly reached down to catch a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your back into an even deeper arch. 

“That’s right,” he sneered. “And Daddy’s about to ruin this pussy, fuck it so full of my cum that you’ll still be feeling it when you go back home tonight to your parents and lie about what you’ve done.”

Your next moan was the loudest of the night, overwhelmed by the nasty things he was saying to you, feeling your orgasm gaining speed and traction the longer he kept fucking you, cock moving at a neck-break pace, and fingers wet and hurried over your clit.

The combined friction of his cock and fingers had you reeling, struggling to keep yourself up as he pummeled you into the mattress. Taking great liberties in the screams he was forcing out of you, realizing that if he angled his hips with one of your legs stretched higher around his hip, then he could somehow reach even deeper, kissing your cervix and threatening to steal the breath from your lungs. 

More and More. Faster and Faster. Until the breaking point was right under your nose...

The next thing you remember is a release that was so intense, you managed to black-out when it was all over, pussy fluttering around the distinct waves of pleasure, barely coherent as Changbin continued chasing his own release until he fulfilled his obscene promise to you. 

Three Weeks Later

You had gotten awfully good at keeping Changbin a secret - a dirty and scandalous whisper at that. 

For a while, your mother questioned your insistence on going over to your neighbor’s house to babysit, especially considering your history of being less than willing to interact with children.

“She’s not like most kids,” you lied, waiting for your mother to relent before grabbing whatever bag you needed consisting of your overnight clothes, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible when you walked over to Changbin’s house.

Your mother watched you, at first, standing on the porch as if ensuring that you made it the dozen or so feet separating your yard from that of your neighbor’s. Eventually, she gave up on trying to catch you doing something you weren’t supposed to, but you still kept up appearances, ringing the doorbell and taking a few steps to the side to leave enough room for the screen to rotate on its hinges, offering you the irresistible view of Changbin standing there in all his glory. 

“You’re early,” he remarked; although he seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you as early as possible.

“Is that okay?” you asked with a knowing look, and Changbin chuckled while giving you his most arrogant smirk. 

In return, you smiled back at Changbin, watching him open the door just a little bit wider in invitation.

It was all you needed before surrendering yourself to whatever delicious and mind-blowing ecstasy awaited on you the other side.  

Summer of 69 indeed.

[bakubub]

In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

Taglist: @3daa & @itsgiorgiaz

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Fully Completely 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Here’s part two and things are getting aggressive fast.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

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Chapter 2: Either it'll move me

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Usually your work kept you busy and if you were busy, you were content. Not that day. Not since that man ruined your lunch. You were so worked up that when you got back to the garage, you didn’t even finish your sandwich. You barely got anything done as what you did had to be redone in your distraction.

The night was little better as you planned to get the car done so the next time Loki bothered you, you could tell him to fuck off. If his headlight did come in before he left town, you’d send it down to Carl’s to have the work done. You would take the cost from what Bucky gave you to cover your time.

You were on your second coffee by the time you headed down to the garage, your apartment conveniently above as your existence was relegated to that single lot in Birch. At the bottom step you paused as you sipped from the travel mug and listened to the unexpected noise from behind the black door.

You locked all the doors at night, even that between the entryway and the garage that you kept propped open during the day. You stepped closer and tested the handle and bent to examine the lock. You glanced over at the painted front door and found that both had been picked.

Your fingers tightened on the mug. The last person to break into your garage, well, they weren’t around to bother you anymore after Jerome found out. You swung the door open and hauled the hot coffee across the garage towards the only sign of movement.

Loki sidestepped the splash, a few drops along his dark jacket, and continued to tighten and untighten the wrench. He looked at you nonchalantly and his mouth slanted. He shook his head as he let the tool hang perilously from his hand.

“Is this how you treat all your customers? This ungainly assault,” he peered down at the overturned cup beside his car.

“What the fuck are you doing in my garage?” you huffed as you marched over to him and reached for the wrench.

He gripped it tighter as you tried to snatch it from him and held you close as he sneered down at you.

“Two days,” he said “correct?”

“Tomorrow by my count,” you rebuked and pulled harder on the wrench, “not that it gives you any right to break into my garage and touch my stuff.” He let you yank the metal free of your grasp and you pointed it at his chin, “so leave or this time I won’t miss.”

He chuckled, barely bothered by the tool pointed at him as his green eyes sparkled, “your count is incorrect. I might be early but your work is due this evening so I will wait.”

“Not here,” you waved the wrench at him and grabbed his arm, “so get out and come back later then.”

His hand covered yours and he pried your fingers from him. He twisted your hand back and you gasped and swung the wrench with your other. You hit his shoulder as he raised his arm in defense and grunted at the sharp impact. He let you go and you swung again. He dodged and shoved you away from him.

“Do not presume to put your hands on me,” he warned, “you know who my brother is, that I associate with your cute local chapter--”

“I’m not one of them and I don’t report to them,” you snarled, “so get out now or you won’t be associating with anyone.”

“Mouthy little bitch,” he slithered, “you touch me again, or even attempt it--”

“I said get out,” you hit the hood of his car and left a dent, “It’ll be another day at least.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He fixed his jacket and sighed. He raised his chin and stiffly strode across the garage and through the black door. You followed feet behind him and made sure he continued outside. You cranked the lock behind him and listened to his footsteps crunch through the snow.

You might not report to Bucky and his goons but he was going to keep the rabble in line.

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It was just after noon but you knew Bucky would already be at The Asp. You ventured down the street in your heavy boots, your jacket flapping open in the wind as you were set on your destination and the conversation that awaited you. You nodded at the man who leaned a few feet from the door and sucked on a cigarette.

You entered and shook the snow off your lined denim jacket and kicked off your boots. You looked around at the mostly empty bar. You rarely went there as it was more trouble than you needed. The men were drunk and dirty and like many places in Birch, you just didn’t fit. You didn’t want to fit.

Bucky sat at his usual table, a woman you recognized beside him. She had been a year or two ahead of you in school and a couple behind Bucky himself. You knew she was his new girl but she never really looked happy about it. Knowing him, it didn’t surprise you. He always wanted more than he got.

You crossed to him and stood in front of the round table as his right-hand thug watched you curiously. You raised a brow at Steve and focused on the boss.

“We need to talk,” you said plainly.

“We do?” he asked genuinely confused, “I owe you something?”

“You do and you don’t. I’m not here about money,” you replied, “but it’s important.”

“Alright,” he pointed to the chair in front of you and gestured to his companions, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips before she stood, her lips slightly curled at the corner, and left you. He shifted in his chair as they went and nodded when he was ready, “sorry, if I knew you were on your way, I would’ve kept her in the back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. He was always obtusely arrogant. “I stopped fucking you, Buck, I don’t care who you’re with now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he inhaled and placed his hand against the table, “so what is it?”

“This guy, Loki,” you began, “brought his car to me two nights ago.”

“Mhmm, I sent him down. I know I should come down myself but--”

“Please, you hate going down there,” you waved his words away, “it’s not about the car, it’s about him.”

“What about him?”

“He broke into my shop this morning. There was… well, I got a few licks in and for the sake of you I’ve held back but you need to keep him away from me. I’ll fix his car but I’m not dealing with him anymore. He’s a pompous asshole who thinks he can just do whatever he wants.” You stopped yourself, usually not one to go on at length, “he’s your… associate, as he would say it, so he can deal with you, not me.”

He considered you and pulled his hand back to scratch the stubble along his jaw. His blue eyes were intrigued if not surprised.

“He… coming onto you?” he asked.

“No,” you blinked at him dully, “no, he’s just annoying me. You promised me the shop would be my space. He picked my locks, Buck, so you let him know what’s what.”

“He’s new in town,” Bucky sighed, “but I’ll talk to him.”

“You better,” you stood, “because I don’t care about whatever business you got going on, the next time, I’m gonna pop his eye out with a--”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he snipped, “I’ll take care of him, alright?”

“You better,” you said as you backed away, “or you can find someone else to fix up your bikes.”

“Really? You know it won’t come to that,” he sat forward in irritation, “go, he won’t bother you.”

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The next day you looked over the front of the car. Aside from the cracked headlight, it was as good as new. You rolled up the garage door and took the keys from the hook. You drove the car out and steered it along the snowy street and parked just outside The Asp. You got out and headed inside to hand off the keys to Bucky with a promise that you would take care of the light when it came in as long as he kept Loki away.

You returned to the garage to close the door and checked the time. You were overdue for lunch and hadn’t been back to The Chipped Saucer since that eventful day. You were hungry and too lazy to climb up to your apartment and dig through your fridge. 

You crossed the street and entered the diner as Kimmie looked up from the harlequin novel she hid behind as she stood by the till. She marked her page and closed it before she grabbed the carafe from the machine and crossed to your table. She poured you a mug and confirmed your usual order.

There were a few of the older residents enjoying pie and coffee at the other tables but the snow still kept many in their own houses. You might try the strawberry rhubarb before you went. You didn’t indulge in sweets often but it smelled good.

Kimmie brought your sandwich and as you finished the first triangle, you were disturbed by the last voice you wanted to hear. You didn’t look back as the door chimed behind the new patron and you continued chewing as you once more reviewed the newsletter. 

To your chagrin but not unexpectedly, the figure appeared at your table side. You bit into the next portion of your club sandwich and ignored him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki sat across from you as he had days before, “I saw that you attended to my vehicle at last. Fine work, I must say. I do hope the headlight arrives soon.”

You said nothing and kept eating as you looked out the window and slid the newsletter aside with your other hand. You took the last gulp of your coffee and swallowed. You raised your cup and looked around, “‘scuse me,” you called out, “when you have a second.”

He laughed to himself and you felt his gaze on you. You pushed aside your uneaten crust and went about your meal as if he wasn’t there. When Kimmie refilled your coffee, he ordered a tea and a bowl of the daily soup. 

You barely withheld your grimace as you watched Babs across the street by her bakery. She dusted snow off the open sign before she retreated back inside.

“I’m pleasantly surprised by the food here,” he mused as he stirred a plume of milk into his tea.

“Can’t you take a hint?” you snapped, “I don’t want you near me.”

“Believe me, at first, the feeling was mutual, darling,” he said.

“I told you not to call me that,” you frowned at him directly and he smirked.

“I like the way it makes your eyes go,” he taunted, “admittedly, that first meeting I would’ve liked nothing other than to never encounter you again but the more I poke and prod you, the more intrigued I am.”

“If you don’t stop--”

“You’ll go back to Barnes, hmm?” he intoned, “yes, he did speak with me but I might enlighten you on one fact. The man requires my business more than a mechanic, especially as there seems to be healthy competition in town.”

“You have your car, you’ll have the headlight done, and you can be on your way out of town,” you growled, “and you can be far away from me. Whatever stupid game you’re playing at, I’m not biting. I meant it when I said I won’t miss--”

“Darling, this is not an invitation,” his eyes strayed from your face for just a moment and he considered the buttons of your flannel shirt, “a man like me doesn’t ask, he expects.”

Your eyes rolled so hard it hurt. You pushed your plate away and pulled out your wallet. You left your tab on the table and stood. You shrugged into your jacket and glanced out the window at the white main street.

“Whatever you expect, it’s not going to happen,” you rebuffed, “but I told you what you can expect if you come around me again.”

You left as you had days before and stormed across the street without looking. You dodged out of the way of a slow rolling Ford as it honked and you waved them off. You stomped up to the front of your shop and realised too late you were being followed.

You spun around at the door to face Loki as he slid to a stop. He grabbed your arm and drew you back from the painted wood. You hit his chest and he barely flinched as he flicked your chin with his finger.

“Oh, darling, let’s not drag this out, I do love that temper--”

“Get off--” you pushed him and he nearly slipped and took you down with him as his leather soles held no traction on the frozen ground.

He threw you back and you hit the corner of the doorframe and gasped out as it forced the air from you. 

“I promise you, it won’t last. I will damp out that flame and bask in the smoke,” he neared again and you kicked out. He fell to his knees as the force of it had you on your ass. 

You crawled away from the wall as he tried to stand and you grabbed onto his leg and pulled him back down. He slid back to his kneeS and gripped the collar of your coat. You hooked your arm around his neck and he jabbed your stomach, not as hard as he could, but a warning.

You brought your other arm up as you struggled to get a foothold and you managed to push you both back. You fell in tandem into the snow, your arms locked as he forced his fingers under them to keep them from snaking tighter. He was strong and you knew you could only do so much. You had to keep him on the ground.

He elbowed your ribs and you released him sharply. You rolled away from him as you panted and scrambled on your hands and knees. The frigid snow seeped through your jeans and burned your palms. You heard him behind you and you turned as you climbed to your feet unsteadily.

He was half-keeled as he got his feet set and his dark hair hung over his forehead as he glared through the strands. He stood straight and pushed back the mess of tangles and you faced him, ready for another brawl.

“Oh, this will be fun, darling,” he brushed the powder from his suit and his cheek twitched, “You needn’t worry about Barnes, you should be more worried about me.”

He puffed out a breath and spun swiftly, nearly slipping again on the icy walk. He headed back down to the street and you saw the tension between his shoulders as he pulled his jacket straight. He hurried across the road and you turned back to the garage.

It was a brief retreat, a chance to plot, you knew that much. You only had to outlast him and if you were anything, it was stubborn.

[foodieforthoughts]

Hello love! I have this scenario stuck in my head:

Walter hurts his right shoulder quite badly when solving a case (or slipping on ice 🤔)which leaves him imobile to his dominant arm. Being the stubborn man he is, he releases himself from the hospital and back at home has to release that he alone struggles with the simplest tasks. Due to the time of night or a snowstorm outside the only one left to ask for help is that new annoying neighbour (there's the trope I guess)... might lead to a number of embaressing (and hot?) situations...

Wherever that came from... never mind my weird brain 🙈... does that maybe, possibly strike your muse?

Omg. 🤭 Thank you for the request @omgkatinka I tried to make it fluffy and funny, but I'm in a Walter mood lately and it did end up with a hint of smut, so here it goes.

Warnings: slight description of shoulder injury, a little bit of angst, fluff, description of male masturbation

*divider by @firefly-graphics

Title: Helping hand

Walter groaned when he turned on his side, half asleep and in a lot of pain. His shoulder throbbed like a thousand needles pricked him at the same time, shooting a blinding pain up to his fingers.

"Fuck!" He cursed at himself, rolling onto his back and trying to breathe through his agony. He clutched his sore shoulder with his hand, gently soothing the bandages and blinking through the tears that had sprung at the corners of his eyes.

Walter had hurt his shoulder while on a mission to catch hold of a guy involved in human trafficking. They had chased the culprit through the abandoned factory, barely losing him through the maze of metal staircases when Walter had lunged at the man, tackling him to the floor. But the rusty old work bridge had crumbled under the force, bringing both men crashing down to the ground with metal pieces and debris. Luckily for them they weren't harmed in a life threatening manner, but Walter's shoulder had dislocated, resulting in a torn labrum requiring surgery.

"Fuck this shit." Walter had told himself while lying in his hospital bed on the third day post surgery, pressing the call button for the nurse. He had gruffly told the pale, scared woman that he wanted to go home and he was feeling fine. After arguing with the doctor about his health, Walter had self discharged himself against medical advice.

He thought he had made a wise choice coming home, but he knew he was stupid to think he could make it on his own.

Sitting up on the bed and grabbing the strap of the arm sling, Walter groaned. With his dominant hand rendered useless for the time being, Walter had a lot of trouble with his daily activities. Faye and Angie were in California visiting her parents, leaving him no one to call for help for the past weeks.

He made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he saw the heavy blanket of snow outside. Checking his watch, he gathered it was only four pm and yet it was almost dark with snow still falling steadily. Walter had taken his pain meds and a sleeping pill when he had awoken in the middle of the night, and had effectively knocked himself out for a good twelve hour sleep. With that realization, his stomach growled indicating his missed meals for the day.

Looking around at the kitchen, Walter groaned when he saw the empty takeout boxes and the overflowing trash can. Injury had left him disorganised, making him live like a junkie. He couldn't even remember the last time he had taken a decent shower, sniffing the air as he could smell his own body odour. He was about to grab a trash bag from the counter and try to clean, when his doorbell rang.

Walter groaned, again. He had an inkling it was her. His chirpy neighbor who was the only one who showed up to help him every other day. She was annoying in the beginning, trying to start up conversations when all he wanted to do was sulk. But he had warmed up to her, still keeping her at an arm's length, but allowing her to assist him from time to time. When he opened the front door, there she was, looking adorable covered in cozy woollen attire from head to toe, a cute beanie over her hair, carrying a big lunch box in her gloved hands. She smiled at him, shivering with the cold winds until he moved to the side to let her in.

You could never believe how intimidating Walter had seemed to you only a couple of weeks ago. He would always throw a curt nod at you when you would greet him from your door if you ever happened to cross paths, never smiling or staying for a chat. You had gathered from the other neighbors that he was a cop, Detective Walter Marshall, kind of a loner and always grumpy. There was no denying your attraction to him, his scruffy beard and thick curls always left your fingers itching to touch them, with his accent being a major plus point. But he would never give you a chance to strike up a decent conversation.

It was all fun and games, you liked the chase, even if you were the one doing all the chasing. Seemed like a conquest for you but when his car was missing from his parking spot for days on end, you began worrying about him. Then one fine day, you spotted him out in the curb, trying to open the trash bin with one hand while the other was hanging in a sling. You had walked up to him, out of concern when Walter had turned around to go back inside slipping on the ice, only for you to grab a hold of him trying to break his fall but instead tumbling to the cold ground with him on top of you. He had apologized profusely, wincing in pain as he moved and letting you help him stand up.

From that day onwards, you always made it a point to stop by his house atleast once. It helped that Walter never complained.

"I had made lasagna. Did you have lunch?" You asked, taking off your beanie to hang on the hook and leaving your boots by the door. You felt Walter's looming figure follow you as you made your way to the kitchen. Taking in the surrounding, you nodded to yourself, your question answered without Walter having to utter a word. "Very well, why don't you sit at the table and I'll serve you the food?"

You tried to grab clean plates and spoons, frowning at the dirty dishes from last night, but you didn't blame him. It was only so much he could do with one hand.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" You asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the Detective.

"No. I took sleeping pills."

Placing the plate of food in front of him, you narrowed your eyes at him. "Don't get too attached to those meds though." You handed him the spoon and fork, before getting to clean his kitchen.

"You don't have to do that." Walter protested from his place at the table, almost about to stand up. "I was about to clean around the house."

"With one hand? Come on, Detective Walter, you know better than that. And I don't mind, I was holed up at my house since morning anyway, this atleast gives me a chance to do something." You winked at him, grabbing the empty bottles of water and shoving them in the trash bag. By the time Walter had finished his meal, you had cleaned the kitchen with only the dishes to spare.

"Let me get those." Walter tried to reach for the soap but you were fast enough to grab it first.

"Go rest, I can handle this." You nudged him playfully with your hip. You could not believe your eyes when you saw Walter smile. "Wow! Look at that! I am being graced with a smile."

Rolling his eyes at you, Walter stayed put at his place, handing you the plates one by one. You insisted for him to rest, but he denied each of your requests. You were just about done loading up the dishes in the dishwasher when your phone rang from it's place in the purse that was hanging on the hook.

"I'll put them in the rack, go." Walter assured you with another smile. You nodded at him, handing the gloves and walking out the kitchen. You were texting back your mom, when you heard the Detective cuss loudly, followed by falling and breaking of plates. You hurried inside to find Walter drenched with soapy water and the broken pieces of ceramic and glass on the floor.

"I'm done with this!" He shouted, trying to pry open the velcro of his sling in anger. The edge of his shirt dripped water on the floor with a stream travelling down from the front of his pants.

"Hey, hey." You rushed to him, carefully maneuvering away from the plates, and caught hold of his hands. "It's okay. It happens. Why don't you go change and I'll clean here." You didn't back down when he stared at you, not moving and not giving up. But a silent moment passed and he left for his bedroom without a word.

You walked towards Walter’s bedroom, the silence of the house only disturbed by the whistling winds of the oncoming storm outside. It was late in the night when you had gotten the chance to pay the ailing Detective a visit. With freshly baked cookies in a box, you had knocked at his door only to be left standing out in the cold. He had handed you a spare key for emergencies as the storm warning approached which you never used until today.

When you reached the door to his bedroom, you stopped in your tracks hearing muffled grunts from the other side. The door was slightly cracked open, faint light seeping out to the the hallway. You peered through the gap only to gape at the sight.

The other day when Walter had spilled water over his front and gone to change, you had followed him after hearing him cursing at himself. He had a hard time taking off the wet clothes, making him angrier by the minute. You had helped him then, only to be left mesmerized by his body as your nimble fingers had brushed over his skin.

Walter had his eyes closed, his arm in the sling and resting on his naked chest and pillows with a sheet covering his lower half. His other hand was under the cover, moving up and down as he pleasured himself. You felt your cheeks warm, spreading down to your chest and the tip of your ears as you watched him in his private moment, wanting to turn and run away but failing to do so.

You weren't going to ask him, but you could swear a long moment of sparks had passed between the two of you. Your dreams now featured vivid fantasies with Walter, leaving you in a daze for the rest of the day.

As much as you wanted to stare at his heaving chest, listen to his melodious moans and trace his sweat sheened face with your gaze; this felt like a rude invasion of privacy. You were about to turn on your heels when you heard the whisper of your name rolling out of his lips. Whipping your head to see if you had been caught red handed, you were left baffled to find Walter's eyes closed, unaware of your presence and repeating your name like a mantra while he pumped his length.

You had no idea what got into you, but the urge to be with the man you had been lusting over was so strong, you pushed the door open with heated cheeks and a trembling core. Walter's eyes shot open, widening as he took in your presence, scrambling to hide himself underneath the sheets.

"Wh-what are you-?" He stammered, a rosy pink tint appearing on his flushed skin.

You did not answer him, choosing to close the distance between the two of you instead. You crouched down next to his side of the bed, placing your hand on his scruffy cheek. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted as he struggled to regain his breath and rendered speechless at the debacle. You waited for him to object to your advances, watching as he wet his lips with his tongue before leaning to kiss him. Walter remained frozen for a long second, until he moved his lips along with yours.

Breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at him, a hand creeping to his member that twitched in response. "Do you need a hand?" You asked, smirking as Walter could only nod before you pulled the sheet away from his body.

[fandomlit]

hotch’s daughter (various!criminal minds x reader)

requested by anon “Hi lovey I loved your thing w/ the team and Rossi’s daughter and was wondering if you could do something like that but w/ Hotch’s daughter and they all try to flirt w/ her (girls included)? Thanks if you do”

summary hotch finally brings his oldest child in to meet the team, which starts a small rivalry for your affections throughout the day. but little did they know...

a/n for sure one of the longer things i’ve written but i promise, the end is worth it ;))

gif cred belongs to @toyboxboy​

rossi had been getting his ear talked off by spencer at the doctor’s desk when you walked in. he had been looking for an escape the last fifteen minutes without being too rude to the kid. then, he looked up and found the easy way out.

“hey, mrs. y/n,” he said, leaning away from the doctor to give you a smile. when the rest of the team looked up, they were met with the gorgeous sight of you balancing jack on your hip, your smile graceful and polite and stunning. 

“hello, rossi,” you greeted as he walked up to give you a kiss on the cheek. “any chance you can guide me to my dad?”

“of course,” rossi nodded, and you hooked your free arm with his as he started leading you up to hotch’s office while engaging in some small conversation.

“that’s hotch’s daughter?” emily said in partial shock, eyebrows raised.

“i didn’t know hotch had a daughter,” derek scoffed, eyes never leaving you.

they all watched you and rossi walk to your father’s office. you entered without knocking, giving your father a smile as rossi walked to his own office. “she’s incredibly beautiful,” spencer commented.

“that’s an understatement,” derek contributed.

“no doubt,” jj added. emily was still staring at the door with her mouth agape. jj looked over and scanned her friend’s expression. “you okay, emily?”

“i didn’t have enough time to profile her,” emily hummed to herself. “if i had a little more, i’d know if she was gay.” jj chuckled.

“well, let me know if you find out.”

after about thirty minutes of trying to get work done, the team all perked up when hotch’s door opened. he was chuckling at something you were saying, him now holding jack in his arms.

“team, this is my daughter, y/n,” hotch introduced finally. “and you all know jack.” you gave them a wave and a smile. “y/n, this is derek,” the man gave you a charming smirk, “jj,” the blonde smiled politely, “emily,” the girl wasn’t even attempting to hide her checking you out anymore, “and spencer,” the doctor gave you a shy wave.

“it’s lovely to meet you all,” you nodded. “good to know my father’s in good hands.” they chuckled as you gave them another smile. hotch’s phone rang and he sighed, giving you and them a nod before taking off down the hall with jack to a more private place.

“so, y/n,” you looked up to see jj had spoken, “why haven’t we met you yet?”

you gave them all a smile and leaned against an empty desk. “i moved out the second i turned eighteen and went to med school in california.” they gave you impressed looks. “yeah, full ride.” you gave them a wink that they couldn’t help but melt at. “but uh, after that i took an internship in san diego and didn’t move back until a month or two ago when i heard about the divorce.” they nodded with sympathy, but you simply shrugged in response.

“do you have a job up here yet?” derek asked politely.

you nodded. “oh, yeah. im a local m.a., not too far from where my dad lives. i figured it would be nice to be a part of my little brother’s life, you know?” they all nodded.

“how are you liking quantico?” emily asked, still giving you that flirtatious look that made you blush and smile shyly.

“it’s a beautiful town,” you nodded. “admittedly, i haven’t gotten to see too much of it yet, what with work and jack. but there’s plenty of time for that.”

“i’d love to show you around some time, if you’d like,” emily smiled. you blushed again, but before you could answer, hotch came back.

“all introduced?” he asked with a sigh. they all nodded. “great. get back to work.” he lead you back up to his office, where you gave emily a quick glance before shutting the door. the girl was biting her lip with a smile. she looked around to see the team all giving her incredulous looks.

“what? she’s cute.”

later that day, derek found you making two cups of coffee in the break room.

“someone’s got a sweet tooth,” he said, watching you pour a third packet of sugar in one of the mugs.

you giggled, looking up with a smile that he easily returned. “and that someone’s my dad.” he chuckled as you stirred the steaming liquid.

“so what was it like, growing up with aaron hotchner as your dad?” he asked, getting out a mug to make himself a cup. 

you shrugged, moving to pour some coffee in his cup without saying a word. he gave you a smile as thanks as you said, “he’s a good dad. little strict with all my high school boyfriends, of course, but otherwise he was comforting and very loving.”

“bet you had a lot of boyfriends in high school,” derek chuckled, taking a sip from his mug.

you gave him a smile. “bet you had a lot of girlfriends, derek.” something about the way you said his name made him feel cocky.

he shrugged. “what can i say?” you laughed with him before going to take your father his coffee.

“emily, right?” prentiss turned around to see you standing behind her desk with a small smile. she gave you a grin and nodded.

“prentiss.”

“emily prentiss,” you tried, walking closer to her. “i like it.”

she gave you a smile, leaning back in her chair as you perched on her desk. “has anyone told you you have very pretty eyes?” she inquired. you flushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears. “i’ll be the first to admit, im a little curious of you, y/n.” you tilted your head. “i just think there’s a lot i could get to know about you.”

“well,” you drawled, “you are a profiler.” she let out a small laugh. “profile me, emily.”

she looked you over with a smile. “you wear a ring on your right ring finger. at passing glance, someone may think ‘sure, she’s taken’ but in reality, it’s common in people who are dedicated to their jobs.” you looked down at the small silver band as she continued, “and speaking of your job, i get the sense that you went into the medical profession because of your dad, right?”

“yeah,” you confirmed, still smiling gently. “got sick and tired of seeing him all beat up.”

“so when you felt powerless over that as a child, you wanted to make sure you weren’t powerless when you were an adult,” she concluded. she gave you a look. “good enough?”

“perfect,” you complimented. she was about to propose that date again when your father called you over.

“y/n, can you come watch jack?”

“yeah,” you said, standing from emily’s desk and smoothing out your skirt. “i’ll talk to you later, emily.”

she watched you walk away with a confident smile.

you had been sitting in hotch’s office with the door cracked, holding jack as he slept in your arms. you had a book in one hand and your other supporting your sleeping brother whehn jj had peeked in to give hotch some paperwork. with your father nowhere in sight, she was greeted by that pure sight instead.

“you know,” jj started, walking into the room and grabbing your attention, “they say there’s something to be said about women who are good with children.”

“do they?” you hummed as she placed a stack of papers onto hotch’s desk. she gave you a smile and a nod. “then im sure there’s something to be said about women who are communication liaisons, no?”

“im sure there is,” she hummed as she walked out of the room, leaving you with a smile as you returned to your book.

“i think im gonna ask her out,” derek nodded, sitting on the edge of jj’s desk near the end of the day.

“like hell,” emily scoffed, sauntering over with her arms crossed. “remember when i already did this morning?”

“and did she give you an answer?” derek shot back. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

“maybe we shouldn’t be trying to go for our boss’s daughter at all,” jj proposed. they all considered as penelope came walking up, a file in her hands.

“who? y/n?” the computer tech questioned. they all confirmed. penelope shrugged, “well, it’s too late for that.” they all gave her a questioning look. she simply pointed toward hotch’s office. they all followed her finger.

they watched reid walk up and give you a quick kiss and smile. their jaws dropped as he slid an arm around your waist and you lifted your purse onto your shoulder. you both started down toward the doors, where you would have to pass the team in the process.

“thanks for the warm welcome today, guys,” you said, giving them all smiles. spencer smirked unbearably at your side, absorbing the glares and shocked looks of his coworkers and friends. “i really appreciate it.”

they all nodded and muttered. spencer stopped right after you had walked past them. “oh, here, i forgot something.” he handed you the keys to the car. “you go start the car, i’ll be out in a second.” you nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

spencer turned around and quickly went to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a small jewelry box, which they saw was fit for a nice necklace. as he walked past the team he said, “night, guys.” they were no longer looking at him. just as he passed them, he turned again, “oh, and one last thing.” they looked up to meet his smirk. “checkmate.”

[lxngbottom]

Mistakes That Last Forever. | N.L. (Part 2)

in which neville tries to get his life back.

warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing (lmk if there are more!)

im crying over this fic PLS

(PART 1)

—

the shower felt wonderful as it collided with your skin. the stress that had been building up from the past week due to seeing neville, and work, was seemingly all being washed away. you could hear neville jr in the living room, muttering small scenarios as he used his imagination to play with his toys.

but, the small peace that your house held was soon disturbed by your house phone ringing. you sighed, hoping that it wasn’t your boss demanding at you turn in that article draft you had promised him.

“mummy! the phone is ringing!” your son called out, and you could hear that he had ran to the bathroom door in order to inform you.

“um—i know!” you replied, “can you be a big boy and answer it for me? just like we talked about?! ask to take a message, okay?”

“okay!”

you heard his hurried footsteps exit the hallway, and you continued your now, limited shower as quickly as you could.

neville jr reached up and picked up the phone, putting it to his ear in excitement. this was the first time you let him use the adult phone, and he couldn’t be more thrilled,

“uh... hello? longbottom—well... y/l/n residence!”

he made an odd face as he realized he has already messed up what you told him to say if someone had ever called.

the person on the other line smiled to himself, hearing that small, fragile voice. he sounded just like he used to when he was younger.

“hi... is your mum there?” neville asked awkwardly, shifting awkwardly in his seat as the realization that he was talking to his son was hitting him.

neville jr crooked his lips as he looked down the hall, “um... she’s in the shower...” he began to try and remember what you had told him to say, “uh—um... merlin... oh!” he finally remembered. “can i take a message for you?”

the boy had such a sweet voice. he was filled with such innocence. the shame of missing out on his son growing up had already hit neville, and he had been in a big slum for the last week due to that.

“yes... can you tell her that neville called? it’s important that she knows...”

neville jr then furrowed his eyebrows, “hey! that’s my name!” he snapped, “i didn’t call my own house!”

neville on the other line chuckled at the boy’s obliviousness, “no! that’s my name, too, lad. i’m—uh... your—“

just as he was about to tell his son the truth, you came stomping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your body, and your hair as well. you ran over to your son, who was still holding the phone.

“who is it?” you asked, already grabbing the phone from his grasp,

“uh... neville? he has the same name as i do, mum!”

your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, and you tried to play it off by sending your son a small smile.

“that’s... nice, sweetheart. but... go play for a few minutes, okay?”

the boy nodded his head, and went right back to the center of the living room, and continued to play with his cars. you glanced over at him, putting the phone up to your ear, hands shaky from anxiety.

“hello?” you started, looking down awkwardly at the numbers on the phone.

“oh... hey, y/n.”

yep. it was neville.

“how did you get my number, longbottom?” you asked in a low whisper, glancing over at your son once more,

neville let out an awkward chuckle, “well... it’s not that hard to get into contact with the journalist of the daily prophet, y/n.” he teased slightly, maybe trying to lighten the mood, “i just need to talk to you.”

you sighed, gritting your teeth slightly, “about what, neville?”

“about... seeing him. seeing both of you. ever since i saw you both last week... i haven’t been sleeping, or eating... i want to make things right. i deserve that, y/n. i need to see my son...”

you knew it was coming, but, you had hoped it would at least be a few more years.

“neville—“

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this. i can’t keep walking throughout my life miserable. i know i’ve done awful things to you, and i know there is nothing in this world that i could possibly ever do to make it up to you. but, please... that’s my son. maybe this is my opportunity to do the right thing. an opportunity to get my life back...”

you huffed at his words, “you didn’t even know he existed until a week ago!”

“yeah, because you never told me! you know for a fact that if you would’ve told me the truth, that i would’ve been there for everything! there’s a lot i have to owe up to, but don’t forget that you lied to me! you kept me away from my son for his whole life because you were hurt over a mistake!”

“a mistake that you made, asshole!” you clapped back through teary eyes, “i figured... hey! maybe if neville wants to go back to being an immature teenager and cheat on me, then how in world would he ever be a good father?! i wasn’t even sure that you would even be committed to him, neville! because, you sure weren’t committed to me!”

the tension that radiated through the static on the phone was terrifying. the only thing that could be heard was your small sniffles, and neville’s agitated sighs on the other end. you were so hurt. you had always been so hurt due to what had happened.

“y/n...” neville sighed, “please. just let me make this right. let me make it up to you... and to him. please... i’ll do anything.”

you thought for a moment, considering all of the positives and the negatives of this whole situation. you knew he was right, he did deserve to see his son. but, you didn’t know if that would be the right thing for your son himself.

“fine...” you breathed, “you can come and see him. i’ll send you an owl, soon...”

neville had never felt more relieved.

“thank you. thank you, y/n. i promise i’ll—“

but, you cut him off by slamming the phone back onto the hook. your face fell into the palm of your hand as you let out a small sob, overwhelmed by the sudden old feelings that were rushing back into your veins.

“mummy...”

you didn’t look at him. you couldn’t look at him.

“you’re crying, mum. what’s wrong?” he asked, slowly walking over to you, “was it that man on the phone?”

you finally looked down at him, seeing the worried look etched across his round, chubby face. you crouched down to meet his height, reaching your hand up to caress his face gently. you had always done that, because it was something that you always did to neville when he was worried or sad.

“mummy’s alright, baby... she’s just stressed out. but... i need to talk to you about something, alright?”

that’s when his face became even more worried, “as i in trouble?”

you chuckled through your tears at your son’s overthinking, “no, no, of course not. it’s just... there’s something i haven’t told you...”

“what is it, mum?”

you sighed, finally ready to have the talk.

—

that morning had started off chaotic. it was a mix of you trying to get ready, neville rummaging through his closet in order to find the perfect outfit, as he was a big boy now, and he wanted to get ready all by himself.

“neville longbottom! have you brushed your teeth?!” you yelled from the living room, trying to pick up the small mess of toys that was spread throughout the floor.

neville in his room widened his eyes, realizing that he indeed had not brushed his teeth.

“i’m going to take that as a no!” you yelled, referring to the silence, “go and do it, please! he’ll be here at any minute!”

neville jr was probably just as nervous as you were, as he had subconsciously had always questioned where his father had been, but never asked. but ever since that long conversation the two of you had, he was finally ready to meet him. you on the other hand, felt as if you could throw up at any given moment.

you were only in your bra and underwear as you cleaned, trying your best not to mess up your applied makeup. you ran to your room after you were done, and started going through your closet. you and neville jr would always wake up late, as for some reason, you two loved getting your beauty sleep. the both of you were used to rushing through your shared home, getting ready while doing ten other things at the same time. time management was definitely something you needed to teach him, and maybe even teach yourself.

“mum! i can’t find my socks!” you heard your son call out, his voice shaky.

“um—check in your top drawer, sweetie! there should be a clean pair in there!” you yelled back, slipping on a sun dress and zipping it up in the back. you looked in the mirror, and noticed that you hadn’t even done your hair. it was still wet from the shower you had taken,

“fuck!” you groaned, running to your personal bathroom and grabbing your hairbrush.

“mum! that’s a bad word!”

“i’m sorry! i’m just really stressed out! are you almost ready?”

there was silence for a moment before he responded, “um... yeah?”

he wasn’t ready, of course.

you felt as if you could crack at any moment, but you were trying your best to hold back the tears. maybe this would’ve been a lot easier if you two had actually woken up when you were supposed to.

that’s when the doorbell rang, and your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. you sighed, mentally preparing yourself as you grabbed your flats from your closet, and walked through the house to the front door.

when you arrived, you shakily unlocked it and opened the door.

that’s when you saw him. he held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a small gift box in the other. he smiled at you, taking in how absolutely ravishing you looked.

“um—come in...” you told him, opening the door. he stepped in, and began to follow you through the house, leading to your living room. “just—ignore the mess, please! we woke up late, and i didn’t have time to clean the kitchen and—“

“hey, hey, hey...” he interrupted you, setting the items down on the couch. “it’s fine, y/n. i understand... no need to explain.”

you looked over at him, and for a moment, you began to get lost in his gentle eyes. neville had always been so patient with you. he never judged you, nor ever would judge you. he knew you from the inside out, and he could tell how stressed out you were in that moment.

“mummy!” you heard, and the two of you whipped your head around to see a struggling smaller neville, trying to get his sweater on over his jumper. you giggled as his head was getting stuck in the hole, “it won’t go on!” he huffed aggressively, his arms flailing around.

you walked over to him, and pulled the sweater vest down over his head easily. he looked at you for a moment, an appreciative smile on his face. but then, he caught a glance at the smiling man that stood just ways away from you. he hid behind your leg, still nervous out his mind.

“neville...” you muttered, trying to get him to not be so shy, “come on...”

he shook his head, now burying his face in the material of your dress.

you looked over at neville, who had a sad look on his face.

“he’s shy... but... he’ll come around.” you reassured the man.

of course he was shy. he was neville longbottom’s son for merlin’s sake.

neville wearily made his way over to the both of you, the gift box now in his hand. he crouched down by your knee, letting your cherry blossom lotion take over his senses.

“this—it’s for you...” he offered, holding the gift box up to the small boy. neville jr peeked his head around your leg, eyeing the color wrapped box. “go on... it’s yours...”

neville jr finally gave in, his childish mind not being to help itself as he reached out, and grabbed the box from his father’s hand. he slowly showed himself, ripping the wrapping up.

he squealed when he finally got it open.

“mum, look!” he held the toy up in his hand, “look how cool!”

you smiled down at your lovely son, “i see it, honey. what do you say?”

neville jr looked up at his dad, batting his eyelashes a few times.

“thank you...”

neville sent him a sweet smile,

“no problem...”

—

the day had been simple. you, neville, and neville jr did nothing but relax, play with toys, talk about your old days at hogwarts, ordered pizza for lunch, and you even made a nice dinner by the time the night had came along. it brought you a feeling of serenity, as this had always been your dream for you and neville.

“can i have a goodnight kiss?” you asked neville jr as you tucked him in. he nodded his head, and pecked your cheek, then settled back into his blanket.

“goodnight, mum...” he told you sweetly,

neville watched as you tucked your son in, glancing around the boy’s room every now and then. he had noticed how much of an amazing mother you were the whole day, but, he would’ve never expected less.

neville jr looked over at the tall man, hiding his face shyly.

“goodnight, daddy...”

the nickname made you look over at neville, who seemed to be in some sort of state of shock. but, he sent the boy a small smile.

“goodnight, nev. get some rest...”

you stood up from your son’s bed, and slowly made your way towards the door.

“will you still be here tomorrow when i wake up?”

the question made you and neville’s head turn, and you were still trying your best to hold it together.

neville wiped his nose awkwardly, “not sure about that one, lad. but, i’ll definitely see you in a couple of days. maybe... you can come to my house and meet my pets, huh? that sound good?”

the question seemed to be aimed towards your son, but just by looking at neville, he seemed to be asking the both of you.

“yeah... that sounds good...” neville jr replied, offering the both of you a weak yawn. he rubbed his eyes, and cuddled into his stuffed toad.

you smiled as you turned the light off, and neville stepped out of the room.

“goodnight, darling. i’ll see you in the morning.”

and with that, you closed his door softly, and began to walk back to the living room.

neville watched as you started to clean up, even at one point offering to help you.

“it’s fine...” you told him as he went to pick up a toy, “i don’t need your help...”

you hadn’t noticed it, but neville definitely had. you were now crying, tears streaming down your face as you continued to pick toys up, and set them into the box that sat beside you. the emotions from today were now taking an affect on you, and as much as you tried to ignore them, your body needed some sort of release.

“y/n...” neville muttered, and you looked over at him, breaking his heart when he saw your eyeliner smudging, “what’s wrong?”

you sighed as you picked the box up, and put it back in its place over the by the couch.

“nothing... just exhausted. i have to get something into my boss for work, and i just—“

“don’t lie to me.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “i’m not—“

“yes, you are. i can tell.” he interjected, walking closer to you. “you can tell me... please tell me.”

you pondered for a moment, wondering if you should actually let the words slip your lips.

“it’s just—“ you began, trying to collect your thoughts. neville gazed at you intently, “it’s just hard seeing you. and... seeing you with him is even worse.”

“why?”

you bit down on your bottom lip, something you had always done when you were trying to hold back tears, “because... i suppose i just thought that—maybe... that would’ve been us. all these years... you would’ve done all the stuff you did with him today everyday. i had always dreamt of us having a family together... but... i just wasn’t good enough for you.”

neville’s breath hitched at your words. he felt his stomach churn with guilt, and sadness as well.

“y/n... you were more than good enough for me. i was just—a fucking git. i was so... stupid for what i did. and, i probably won’t ever be able to make it up to you...”

you chuckled nervously, “well... at least there’s a chance to make it up to him.”

he stepped even closer to you, only a small gap between your nervous bodies. he slowly reached his hand up, and wiped away the single tear that was treading down your cheek. he ran that same hand through your hair, that familiar feeling settling in, ever so present between you both.

“yeah... but something tells me that you want me to make it up to you, as well, y/n...”

his touch was so gracious. it felt so familiar, and you couldn’t help but to fall into it. his thumb caressed your skin, feeling all of the familiar bumps and roughness. he felt as if he collapse, as he was only just now realizing that he was finally touching you again.

“it doesn’t matter what i want, neville. that hasn’t mattered since i had our son. all that matters is him now.”

neville took a beat of silence before responding, his eyes trailing to your lips.

“it does matter.”

that’s when he planted his soft lips upon yours, relishing in the serenity of you.

it was a kiss that was long overdue. a kiss that said so much but nothing all at the same time. oh, how he missed you. and oh... how you missed him so much more.

when you two finally pulled away, his palm still rested against your cheek, and he admired you.

“i’m sorry for everything. but what i said was true... i want my life back. and y/n... you and neville are my life.”

[sunshineseung]

Journal Finale

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 4.9k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!jeongin, milf!reader x dilf!changbin, threesome, blowjob (giving), unprotected PIV (missionary position), breeding/impregnation/pregnancy [end of threesome], protected anal (receiving), more unannounced voyeurism, arguing :(, kissing/making out, nipple play (giving), blowjob (giving) the squeakuel, cum swallowing, slight pussyjob, unprotected PIV (cowgirl position), use of handcuffs, creampie, your usual praise and mild degradation here and there, and the ending :) enjoy~

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“Jeongin, get over here.” Changbin readied himself at your entrance while Jeongin stumbled over to Changbin. “You’re gonna fuck her pretty face while I take this pussy, got it?”

“Yes, sir!” Jeongin jumped at the command and walked to the top of the bed, running the head of his cock between your lips before you smiled and took him into your mouth. His dick hit the back of your throat as Changbin filled you up, his thick cock making you whine loudly onto Jeongin. “Ah~ mommy!”

“Such a good mouth, huh?” Changbin’s hips are relentlessly thrusting into your sopping cunt while Jeongin desperately bucks into your mouth. “Tight little cunt, too.”

As much as Jeongin wants to say “yeah, I know,” he holds back to keep the peace. Jeongin watching you get fucked while sucking his cock is going to make him cum so much faster than usual, he can already feel it. You just look so gorgeous with your tits bouncing on your chest as you get pounded by Changbin and the drool running down your face from Jeongin’s cock.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum. Get you pregnant with my kids.” Changbin groans loudly as his cock rams into you, brushing perfectly against your g-spot. You swear you can see stars when he starts playing with your clit, egging you on even more. “Fuck, you wish this was you, don’t you, Jeongin?”

“Huh?” Jeongin peeks his head up, slowing his pace in your mouth so he can edge himself (and not look like a baby for cumming so soon).

“You wish you were knocking Y/n up, don’t you?” Changbin smiles, staring Jeongin dead in the eyes as he pounds your pussy like he owns it. “Y/n’s gonna be all mine soon enough. Once she has my kids, you’ll be out of the picture.”

“No! Please!” Jeongin’s cock slips out of your mouth, the younger going to push away your other lover. “You can’t take her!”

“You’re too late, Jeongin.” You and Changbin laugh as Jeongin looks down, your belly already bloated as if you’re pregnant. Suddenly, Jeongin feels miles away from the bed, Changbin fucking you from a distance across an indescribable void. He tries to run, but you just keep getting farther. He hears your voice: “Wake up, Jeongin! Wake up!”

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“Ah~ oh my god…” 

“You like that, baby? Tell me you like it.” 

“Y-yes Changbin, so good.” 

Jeongin slowly opens his eyes, rubbing them before looking at his surroundings. He’s still in the closet… what? Jeongin looks out the crack in the closet door and as if he couldn’t already hear, Changbin’s pounding you from the back. The lighting of the room is hardly bright enough to see the action, but he certainly hears every skin slap, moan, and bed creak. 

“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” Changbin groans hardly over a whisper, the deep growl in his tone making you shiver. His hands gripped your hips tight enough to control your movements, keeping your ass still while he rammed his fat cock into your tight ass, the lube making everything sound extra wet and lewd. 

You dropped your hands to your sides and let your face fall into the bed, turning your head to the side so you could still breathe. The vision of Changbin’s dimly lit body with sweat dripping down his sculpted chest made your cunt throb, as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside that hole minutes earlier, the used condom still on the floor next to your bed. 

Without warning, you feel Changbin release inside of your ass, his cum being caught in the condom as his pelvis stops thrusting for his body to rest. He moans loudly, your name somewhere in the mix of expletives as he comes down from his second high of the night. You both feel worn out, bodies exhausted from two consecutive rounds of sex. 

Being the gentleman he is, Changbin pulls out slowly and pulls off the condom, picking up the other one from the floor to throw them both into the trash can. As you go to the bathroom, Changbin sits on the edge of your bed and waits for you to return. 

Jeongin’s sweating bullets in the closet. He feels so disgusting for peeping like this, although this was one of his secret fantasies not too long ago. He also can’t help but feel the slightest bit jealous… okay, maybe really jealous. He backs himself into the back of your closet and puts his head into his knees, curling into a ball not to cry but just to pretend he’s anywhere else. 

“Hey, this was fun, but I should get going.” Changbin puts his wrinkled clothes back on as you get out your own pajamas. “I’d be down for a second date.”

“If you’re paying, I’m down for anything.” You both laugh as you take him out to the front door to say goodbye. After a short kiss, he goes out to his car and drives into the fog of the night. Satisfied, you hobble back to your bedroom, pleasantly unaware of the laughable mess going on at your destination.

Jeongin’s face down on your bedroom floor after tripping on the way out of the closet. You hear a loud thud, so you quick check on your daughters, but nothing’s out of the ordinary. Turning the corner into your bedroom, Jeongin’s on the other side of the door, a weak attempt to hide from you.

Of course, when you close the door, you immediately see Jeongin. You jump back and clutch your chest, beyond confused as to why Jeongin’s in your bedroom right now, half naked and shaking like a scared pup.

“Jeongin, what the fuck?!” He’s never heard you so loudly angry since you were on the phone with Minho. Every word gets caught in Jeongin’s throat as he tries to explain why he’s creeping in your bedroom. “I should call the police right now...”

“No! Wait!” Somehow, he’s out of breath without even saying anything. “I can explain.”

“Then go ahead, Jeongin. I’d love to hear your reasoning for snooping around in my room right after... wait, how long have you-“

“I wanted to surprise you, but you brought home someone else, so I just... hid in your closet while you, ya know, did that.” Your jaw hangs open because you’re just unable to believe what you just heard.

“I told you to leave, and yet you felt the need to stay, but not just stay, to hide in my closet and watch me have sex?” You’re tempted to go absolutely feral and beat the shit out of Jeongin, but being the classy lady you obviously are, you hold back. “Give me one good reason why I should let you off the hook for this.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t just leave. Besides, I... I fell asleep.” Jeongin hangs his head, his hands tightened into fists at his sides.

“You fell asleep?” You’re shocked the little pervert managed to doze off while you were getting the life fucked out of you. “Was the sex really that boring to watch?”

“Nonono! It’s not that! I was just tired... I guess.” Jeongin looks out of your bedroom window and sees his own bedroom, his safety. God how he wishes he were there right now. “I’m sorry! Can we just pretend this didn’t happen?”

“Pre-... Yang Jeongin, this isn’t something we can just brush under the rug!” You pace back into your room, putting your hands to your head to alleviate the sudden stress. You were too focused on what you’re going to say next that you didn’t hear Jeongin’s ‘well we could try’ remark. “This is a breech of privacy!”

“And fucking another guy behind my back is a breech of trust!”

The self control it took you to not wack this boy upside the head was immeasurable. At this rate, you had as much patience as a silent monk.

“I thought I was your only man. How many other guys have you been fucking, huh?” Jeongin thought he had finally gotten you on his side, he really did. He thought he put the jealousy behind him, but now he was heated, but not as heated as you. Oh, not nearly as heated as you.

“I don’t have feelings for you, Jeongin.” You put your foot down. You just stared at the boy, crossing your arms to firmly stand your ground. “This partnership isn’t exclusive. I can fuck whoever I want. I thought I made that clear.”

Jeongin’s shattered. Destroyed. Ruined. Synonyms he can’t think of for right now. You said what he already knew, but he didn’t want to hear it come from your mouth. As explosive as this relationship was, he knew it would eventually blow, just not like this, and definitely not this soon.

“Get out of my house. I want to go to bed.” You turn around, unable to face Jeongin for your own sake. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”

When the going gets tough, Yang Jeongin runs the other way. Whenever he stands up for himself, he’s punished for it. All he can do is run. He can’t keep running away.

Jeongin gets dressed in his clothes from earlier and leaves without a word, only a sullen look on his exhausted face. Walking into his own home, no one is there to greet him so late at night. Everyone in his family is asleep, or more likely jarred awake from the random slamming of doors from their lovely Jeongin.

Looking across the way to your bedroom window, the lights are off and the curtain is shut. You’ve likely gone to bed by now after this restful and simultaneously stressful day. Jeongin’s heart aches, but he’s glad you’re getting some rest. He knows how hard it can be recovering from anal.

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As usual, your babysitter arrives at 5pm sharp to watch your kids while you go to work. You wave him a sour goodbye before leaving him with your kids. For once, you’re actually worried if your kids are okay. You’ve always trusted Jeongin with your easygoing daughters, but you can’t trust him anymore. Not after that.

Upon getting home, you see your two daughters running around pretending to be knights and a tired Jeongin laying on your couch being the slain dragon of course. “Welcome home! Sorry, they wouldn’t go to bed.”

“Well, at least you tried.” You put your purse down before wrangling your kids and hustling them into bed, but not before promising to play castles with them in the morning for your day off. “G’night.”

“Goodnight, mommy!” No way was Yang Jeongin going to ruin that word for you.

“So, how was work?” As you walk back into the living room, Jeongin is acting as cool and proper as possible to keep your anger level at a low.

“Let’s talk.” Damnit, the one thing Jeongin wanted to avoid. “Why did you stay last night after I told you to go home?”

“I... I wanted to play.” His cutsie submissive voice is sweet, but very much unwelcomed right now. “I missed you!”

“Cut the shit, Jeongin. I know I should have told you about Changbin, but sneaking around my house is unacceptable.” There you go again, scolding him like a child. Even though he was totally in the wrong here, he couldn’t help but feel bitter from you treating him like a kid. Some things never change. “And you decided to just stay?”

“What the hell else was I supposed to do? You and your man were blocking all the exits!” As right as he is, you refuse to admit defeat so easily. “And I wanted to join in... a little.”

“If Changbin knew you were in that closet, he would have tossed you out of the window. Consider yourself lucky.” You sigh, tossing yourself onto the couch next to Jeongin. “I don’t want to end our relationship like this, but-“

“End? What?” Jeongin’s doe eyes are wide as he jumps up and stares at you, weak in the knees just from the thought of leaving you. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s not just this incident.” You take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs over the backs of his hands to comfort him. “This relationship was never meant to go far. We both know that.” Just because you both knew it doesn’t mean Jeongin wanted to accept it. “You deserve better than your old neighbor, and I need to move on to be happy. You deserve a real girlfriend, and my kids deserve a real dad.”

“I can be a great father!” Oh, he’s so desperate. You’ve never seen him so tearful. Your heart stings just seeing him like this. With your hands still intertwined with his, you pull him onto your lap. “Where is all this coming from? You just said the other day that you loved me.”

“I do love you, but not like this.” You can’t look him in the eyes right now. It’ll hurt too much for you both. “We’re just sex partners. That’s all this was ever going to be. Do you honestly think I’d let you become the father of my children?”

That dream. That god damned dream. The images of Changbin and you from his dream are all he sees. Your words sting like knives but they go in one ear and out the other; felt, but not heard.

“Please don’t leave me.” Jeongin can’t hold it anymore. He starts to cry, falling into your shoulder to hide his shame. You just pat his back, clutching him to your body. You didn’t expect him to get this emotional. With how your last breakup went, the crying was your job. “I love you.”

“I know,” you say, giving him plenty of time to calm down. His eyes begin to dry, but his chest is heavy. He feels like the world is collapsing around him. “All of this because I couldn’t mind my business and keep out of your journal.”

Your attempt to lighten the mood does get a chuckles out of Jeongin, but it’s followed by a pause in his breathing and a loud sigh. He backs away from your hug, wiping his cheeks and finally looking you in the eyes. It was now you realized that you haven’t made eye contact with him since you started this conversation.

“Can we do it one more time?” Aaaaaand there goes the eye contact. You fumble over your words, mind jumbled from the unexpected proposition. “And if fucking you vanilla didn’t keep you around, can I be your little boy again?”

The light in his eyes is flickering back. His skin feels warm again. Jeongin’s coming back to you. As much as you want to say no, you couldn’t possibly turn down one last time with your favorite boy. “Of course, baby. One more time.”

“I want to break the bed.” Jeongin hops up, pulling you up by your hands before you can even process what’s going on. You’re tired, he’s tired, but you both want this. This is for the both of you. “Ruin me, mommy.”

"A little demanding, aren’t we?” You turn to lock your bedroom door shut as Jeongin sits on the edge of the bed, eager for whatever you’re willing to give him. After turning down the lights, you push Jeongin back on the bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. Although your body was still recovering from the night before, you’re ready to, as Jeongin so kindly put it, break the bed. 

You set yourself up on Jeongin’s lap, both of you still clothed, and gently grind down onto his crotch. He’s hard as ever, whining as you roll your hips over him. You bite down on your lip to hold your moans, although your partner doesn’t care how much noise he makes. Jeongin’s sure that if he gets too loud, you’ll shut him up. 

“You’re so pretty underneath me, baby.” You lean down to put your hands in his hair, combing through his short hair to cup his cheeks with both of your hands. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” Jeongin huffs. 

“As much as I yell at you, I do want you to know that I enjoy my time with you,” you say with sincerity dripping from your tone. You kiss his lips sweetly, quickly turning the kiss into a heated mess of tongues. His cheeks are warm against your palms. He feels so small, so precious. All yours. When the kiss breaks, you look each other in the eyes for a moment, his eyes sparkling with innocence despite the circumstances. “My lovely little boy.”

Before Jeongin can speak, you dive in for another make out session, this time the kisses leading down from his pretty lips to his defined jawline. As much as you’d love to leave hickeys, you don’t want him to have a reminder of you for the coming days. Your hands rest on his chest over his shirt as you move down to his neck, hearing him whimper and whine above you. 

Your hands slowly move his shirt up to his collarbones, exposing his chest for you to see. When you move down to his chest to play with his nipples, Jeongin throws his head back from the sensation. Your fingers twist his nipple while your mouth keeps busy on the other, sucking at the perk bud. His mind was entirely black, his only thought being how good everything feels. Pulling away from his spit-coated chest, you look down at him like he’s prey. Seeing the look in your eyes, he can feel his dick twitch in his pants. 

“You’re so sexy, mommy.” His voice is light and sweet, his submissive persona finally taking him over. “Need to be inside you.”

“So impatient, tsk.” You stand up from his body and pull him up by his wrists. “Take your clothes off, baby. I can’t touch you if you’re clothed.”

Compliantly, Jeongin quickly strips his body of his clothes, taking his pants and underwear down in one motion after yanking his shirt over his head. Behind him, you’re doing the same, getting naked so the fun can really begin. 

“Aw, so hard for me already.” You walk up to Jeongin and take his cock in your hand, stroking it while maintaining eye contact with him. His little lip bite makes him look so endearing. “You want me to suck you off, sweetheart?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Then beg for it.” You remove your hand from his length and step back, staring at him with your arms folded over your chest. He whines loudly before pouting out his bottom lip.

“Please suck me off, ma’am. Wanna cum down your throat...” his eyes wander to your chest before darting back up to your lips where you hold a hint of a smirk. “Please?”

“What my boy wants, he gets.” You smile as his eyes light up. “Back on the bed, boy. Let mommy take care of you.”

Jeongin hops onto the bed, spreading his legs flat for you to get between. You lay on your stomach between his legs, hands immediately going to stroke his cock and play with his balls. He stares down at you, eyes glued to your face as you stare at the head of his cock. He’s already dripping. So pathetic.

Before taking him fully into your mouth, you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue against his tip. He bucks his hips up before you wrap your lips around him, bobbing your head around his tip as your hand stays hard at work on his shaft. Jeongin closes his eyes and moans a little too loud for your liking, but your mouth is too busy to scold him.

“Fuck, so nice,” Jeongin whimpers between heavy breaths. He jerks his head back as his toes curl, the pleasure from your mouth becoming too hot to handle. Hollowing out your cheeks, you’re prepared for Jeongin to cum fast. If he’s really frustrated enough to spy on you, then he isn’t lasting long with your mouth on his cock. “M-mommy...”

You pop your mouth off of him, “yes, doll?”

“Please swallow my cum, okay?” Jeongin looks so angelic with the dim light bouncing off of his sweaty skin. “I’m so close.”

Without a word, you get back to business, swirling your tongue around his cock like it’s a lollipop. You can feel him throb in your grip, and his balls start to tense. For one last effort, you remove your hand that was jerking him and take him down your throat, feeling yourself nearly gag from his length.

The sensation becomes too much, and Jeongin cums down your throat, bucking his hips into your mouth while drool escapes the corners of your mouth. Carefully, you pull your head off of him, not dripping too much out of your mouth. Jeongin watches your face with a dazed expression as you swallow his load just as he asked.

“You taste so good every time, pretty boy.” You wipe your mouth of any excess runoff while Jeongin catches his breath, laying with all his limbs extended. “My turn now, isn’t it?”

“Do whatever you want to me.” Jeongin sits up on his elbows, finally able to look at you with his mind fully present. “I’m all yours.”

“You wanted to break the bed, right?” You straddle his hips, cock starting to harden again as he feels you rub his cock through your folds. “Let’s make that a goal, shall we?”

“Oh my god, please.” Jeongin holds your hips and presses his cock up against you, thrusting through the folds of your cunt.

“Hands to yourself, baby.” You take his wrists and hold his hands above his head. “Unless you need some help restraining them.”

“Oh mommy, please handcuff me!” He’s too excited about this. Still, you reach over into your bedside drawer and pull out a pair of leather cuffs, wrapping them through the bed frame before retraining his wrists.

“Much better.” You kiss his lips before leaning back up to ride him. Now that’s he hard again, you raise your hips from his to line his cock with your entrance. “I’m not stopping unless you say something, got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” Jeongin can hardly wait to be inside you again.

You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, letting him stretch you out and fill you up with his length. Your moans are deep and grand, while Jeongin pathetically whines like a bitch in heat. You love it. “Mmm, good boy, Innie. Such a good boy.”

Your praises make him stutter in his whimpers something vaguely resembling a “thank you”. You’ll take what you can get, surprised he can think of anything when he’s this far into his headspace.

You start to ride him, your hips lifting and lowering on his cock. The continuous clenches of your cunt around his dick makes him throb, his chest raising and lowering with every deep breath. His tip runs into your cunt as his shaft drifts against your walls. You feel so full, so good, so fucking good. The only thought on your brain is Jeongin’s cock.

When you speed up your strokes, the bed starts squeaking louder and louder. Between your shared moans and the suggestive bodily noises, you couldn’t be any louder unless you wanted to scare your children awake. Still, you didn’t get this house so well soundproofed for nothing, although that was admittedly Minho’s idea.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Jeongin.” Dropping the pet names for a moment, you let your body go as you feel your orgasm start to near. One of your hands goes down to your clit while your other holds you up, planting firmly next to Jeongin’s head. Your tits are practically in his face, and he can’t help but take a peek. “You think you can cum again for me, baby?”

“Of course, yes! Please let me cum.” Jeongin struggles against the restraints, totally forgetting they’re even there, in an attempt to wrap his arms around you. His hips buck up into you as you slowly stop your motions and let him fuck you. Hitting your g-spot so effortlessly, you tighten around him as your orgasm washes over you.

While listening to you curse through your orgasm, Jeongin relentlessly pounds into you from underneath, jutting his hips up just enough to make you lose your mind. With your cunt convulsing around his dick, Jeongin can’t hold it in anymore. As you come down, he cums up into you, fucking his release into you for as long as he can before his legs go weak and he stops, you gently lowing into him before falling into his chest, kissing the nearest skin to your lips.

Suddenly, the room feels gloomy. You both know the goodbye is coming. Neither of you are ready. Being the mature on, you stretch your arms from around him and sit up, ending this sensual moment.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You lift yourself off of him, holding your legs together to keep the mess from dripping down your legs. “There’s tissues next to you if you want to clean up.”

Jeongin soberly takes a tissue and cleans off the mess between his legs, wishing this wasn’t the last time he’d have to clean himself up in your bed. One last time, he turns to his side and sniffs your pillow, an oddly nostalgic feeling washing over his senses. He’ll miss this.

You come out of the bathroom with a robe around you. Jeongin’s still lying on the bed collecting his thoughts. You look at each other. His smile is so pure. He’s happy just to see you.

“Thank you for everything, Jeongin.” You walk over to where he lays and kiss him on his forehead. His cheeks flush pink, but he stops smiling. He knows what’s coming. “You should go.”

“Does this mean I’m also fired?” You nod at his question, and now Jeongin’s double disappointed. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“As much as I could.” You look around at the clothes scattered on the ground before picking up Jeongin’s underwear and handing them to him. “You should head home. It’s late.”

Jeongin takes his underwear out of your hand, and now he’s red with embarrassment. He gets dressed as you walk back to the living room to get his bookbag so he can walk out as easily as possible.

“Bye, Jeongin. I’ll see you around I guess.” This is so much more awkward than you intended. You’re waving goodbye as he walks down your driveway, but he isn’t even looking at you. When he turns back to his house, you see him wave his entire arm towards you.

“Bye Ms. L/n! Thank you!” His yell is so cute. You can’t help but smile before walking back into your house to finally go to bed.

Walking into his silent house, Jeongin runs up to his room to finally be at peace. He tosses his bag towards his bed before sitting against his door with his head in his hands. He isn’t crying (he already did that). He’s decompressing. That’s what he’s calling it, anyway.

Looking at his desk, that’s where it sits. That fucking journal. The thing that got him into this mess. The omen that’s been haunting him since that night. Jeongin can hardly look at the black and white marbled pattern. As nice as he thought his writing was in that book, he can’t have it anymore. The clusterfuck that his journal represented was too much to handle. It’s time to move on.

🍓🍀🍯.

Jeongin: Hey sorry it’s late can I use your fire pit tomorrow night?

Seungmin: Wtf why?

Jeongin: Long story. I just need to burn something.

Seungmin: Should I invite the others?

Jeongin: Sure let’s make it a party

Seungmin: I expect a full explanation tomorrow, alright?

Seungmin: I don’t just light up the fire pit for anyone.

Jeongin: Thank you

Seungmin: Anything for you bro :)

Jeongin: omg don’t call me bro you’ve been hanging with Felix too much

Seungmin: Is it really that obvious?

Seungmin: Damn 😔

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

“Do it! Do it!” Jeongin’s friends were chanting behind him, eager to see the youngest burn his notebook. Jeongin looked down one last time at the journal before tossing it into the open flame and watching the fire burn higher and brighter. He steps back into Felix who holds him by his waist, pulling him into a back hug.

“Fuck yeah!” Jisung raises his beer in the air and turns up the music with his phone. Hyunjin and Jisung go dance on the patio while Seungmin tends to the fire. “Woo! Jeongin’s free!”

“I’m proud of you, Jeongin.” Felix turns him around, bringing him into a regular front hug. “I don’t know the whole story, but I’m glad you moved passed whatever was getting you down, man.”

“I’m not over it yet, but this sure did help.” Jeongin looks back at the fire before faintly smiling. “Let’s go drink.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” The Aussie in Felix is eager to grab a beer like the rest and loosen up, Jeongin joining his hand in the cooler. Seungmin smiles as he looks over his friends, all smiling and singing to a song from 2009. “Min, ya joining?”

“I’d rather not burn my house down. I can sing from over here.” They all cheer before continuing to sing their childhood classic.

For the first time in forever, Jeongin’s thinking of something other than you. He’s happy. Let him be happy.

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You Send Me Flying

Chapter Seven:

(Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’d by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie as I don’t yet own the book. Warnings: language and smut)

We headed down stairs and piled into her car, her driving and myself in the passenger seat with the other guys in the back. My fingers were itching to reach out for her, but I fought off the urge. No reason to give those idiots any more fuel. When we pulled into the place, I prepared myself for their antics, because where of all places does she take us? A sex shop.

They’re whooping and laughing in the back seat when they realize it and even she giggles a bit. “Alright, get it all out now. I expect you to act like adults when we get in there. Got it?” She was trying to be stern, but her unsuccessfully-stifled giggles weren’t helping. It was infectious and I cracked a smile as well.

“Good luck with that,” I commented as I got out of the car.

We went inside and she got the clerk to help us with the boots while she looked out for a few other things to pull the costumes together. It went surprisingly smoothly and we met her at the checkout where she pays for it all. I let the other guys go ahead of me, but I pulled her off to the side.

“Have you been paying for all this?”

“Yeah. I mean, Nikki put me in charge of costuming.”

I must have looked as furious as I felt, because she was suddenly standing up straighter and placed her hands on my cheeks with concern on her face. “Mick, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“You’ve been paying for everything out of your own pocket! I’m guessing without help?!”

“Wait…No. Mick, look at me. Nikki and I pooled some of our savings together. Tommy and Vince threw in some too and we opened a bank account for the band. We didn’t ask you, because you’re paying child support.”

My eyes shot to hers for a second before looking away again. I quietly replied, “They weren’t supposed to tell you about that.”

“Yeah, well they were supposed to tell you about the account. What are we going to do with our children, dad?”

Something stirred in me, hearing her call me that. It surprised me that I would react like that, but I pulled her flush against me, letting her feel how hard I was getting. “Screw the kids, say that again.”

“What? Dad?” She asks, sounding confused at first, but then her eyes lit up as the dots connected in her mind and she leaned her head a little to the side so her lips just grazed my ear. “Or would you prefer “Daddy?” She pulled back, looking up at me with innocent eyes and started to back away.

A low growl escaped me at the game she was playing and I managed to hook my fingers through her belt loops before she could turn around to escape. “Oh, no you don’t, Princess.” I tugged her back to me and she gasped when our hips met but there’s a loud honk from her car before I got the chance to kiss her. The trio of idiots were staring straight through the shop’s glass windows from outside at us.

“Get a room!” came their collective cheer.

“I’m gonna kill them.”

“No, you’re not.”

I grumbled under my breath and she shot me a look that told me it would be better for me if I didn’t. “Fine. I won’t.”

She put the bags in the trunk and we headed back to the apartment. The guys and I practiced some more while she locked herself in her unit again to tirelessly work on putting the costumes together. She came back up a little after lunch with her arms full of red and black pleather, one of the boot boxes and a small sewing kit. She handed the pleather material and boots to Nikki before shooing him off to go try it on.

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Reader’s POV

Nikki took the pile from my arms so I could take the sewing kit. His face lit up, like a kid being given his first present on Christmas, and he ran off to his bedroom. I paced around the front room of the apartment waiting for the bassist to come out. I almost sighed in relief when he finally did with a serious look on his face.

“How does it fit?” I asked, sounding as nervous as I felt.

“Like a fuckin’ glove, man! This is awesome!” He enthused, now cracking a smile and turning for all to see the outfit, front and back before coming up to me and giving me a bear hug.

I laughed and returned the hug. “Are you sure it fits ok?

“Yes, stop worrying! I promise I love it!”

“Ok…if you’re sure. Do you want to keep it here, or do you want me to hold onto it?”

“It’s probably better if you hang on to the costumes. They might get ruined here.”

“Alright. Go change back.”

“Am I next, dude?” Tommy asked, practically bouncing on his feet.

“No. Yours is last because it’s the easiest.”

“Aww, man! Wait, shouldn’t Mick’s be the easiest? His is all black, dude!”

“It might be all black, but I had to sew a damn jacket! Sounds easy, right? It’s not.”

“Oh…damn, dude.”

I turned to the singer, “Vince you’re up.”

The man jumped up from his seat and happily grabbed the outfit, giving it a look-over before trying it on “Sweet!” He comes out looking just as excited as his fellow bassist, “This is so awesome! Check me out, man.”

“And it feels alright? It’s not too tight or too loose or anything?”

Vince was a little busy running his hands over the material at first, but then answered me nonetheless, “You kidding? It fits great. We’re gonna be so badass! The chicks are gonna love it!”

The rest of the gang could agree on that matter, giving each other high fives. I smiled and let him know that I could hold on to it all for them. I gulped as I gathered the next outfit for Mick, clearly seeing the rest of the guys lurking over him like a group of vultures. The guitarist kept his cool and said nothing, aside from a slight grunt as he got up from the couch. He gave me a quiet expression of thanks and headed over the bedroom once Vince returned with his clothing and placed it on the table. Some minutes passed while he was changing and though so far there were no complaints, l still wondered if he was alright, or if he needed any assistance. After seeing him in pain like that, I was getting a little worried.

“Hey I need a little help here,” Mick notified.

I made my way towards the room, ignoring Tommy’s repeated attempt to get under my skin by commenting not to take too long. I knocked on the door, “Mick, are you decent?”

“Yeah, come in, just shut the door.”

The man was nowhere to be found after I closed the door and looked around. However my heart started to slam against my ribcage when he stepped out of the bathroom wearing his full ensemble, a big smirk across his face. The black on black look was absolutely perfect on him. The pentagram headband, the studded boots with the intertwining chains, the belts across his chest, the pleather, and the collar. Jesus Christ. The pleather and collar were too much for me. Minus the make up, he was so close to looking the way he did in my dream, the sinister and demonic creature that put me over the makeup table and took me for a ride. I wanted him, no I wanted nothing more than to let him have me anywhere]: pressed against the wall, letting him roughly pull down my pants so that I could spread my legs and he could taste me. Then grab me by shoulders, hurl me onto the bed, and beg for him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. Still, the costume would get ruined and of course we would never hear the end of it from the idiot patrol.

“This is really cool, you really outdid yourself with this,” he remarked, walking closer to me.

It finally hit me, “You didn’t really need any help did you?” I asked, closing in the gap by hooking my finger in the ring of his collar, biting my lip as I stared deeply into those sparkling blue eyes. That must have done something to him, his breathing becoming a little shaken, and his eyes widening when I whispered to him, “Daddy...”

His pupils were suddenly dilated, blackness engulfing the pale irises. The next thing I knew, Mick held me very close to his body, his hands grasping my back. I tried to keep my sighs quiet as he kissed my lips, however I couldn’t help but let a squeal slip out when he deliciously devoured my neck with his mouth. The heat from our bodies only increased when he pressed me against a wall, his kisses becoming hungrier by the second as my own hands tugged at his raven black locks.

“Mick, oh Mick...” I whispered.

However reality had reared its ugly head back into the frame when we heard banging from the other side, “Hey! Quit fucking around you two!” Tommy wailed. “Come on, that’s our room!”

Mick shouted back, “Fuck you, you fucking teenager! Open those legs, Princess. Daddy needs you-”

“No, no Mick. Please not now, it’s not a good time. Not with those three right outside the door.”

He was clearly frustrated but took his hands off of me, groaning ast he backed off. Still, I wanted him just as badly, so I thought of a different alternative as I clicked the door shut, lifted up my shirt, and pulled down my bra, “Mark me then, please Daddy.”

Without hesitation, Mick immediately held my breasts and pressed his lips to my skin. He was gentle at first, looking at me to see if I was enjoying the feeling of his mouth. I could feel the pulsations between my legs increasing as I whispered his name. I gasped when he took a nipple and suckled on it with ease, but I needed more from him. No sooner did I settle my hand onto the back of his head that he increased the speed of his sucking. His lips were wet, creating a very moistened sound that invaded my ears. He switched over to the other side and did the same, biting down a bit and moving his head back until my sensitive bud was released from his ivories. The sounds of Tommy’s knocking had completely drowned out as he pleasured me with his mouth and I moaned loudly. I couldn’t stop watching the way he pleased me, feeling my panties getting soaked, especially when I saw the fresh blemishes and crescent marks that were upon my chest. I was nearly there and so was he, yet he had to stop for both our sakes.

He gave each breast one gentle kiss and one little lick to my nipples, he leaned into my ear and growled, “You took that like a good girl, Princess. But Daddy doesn’t want to ruin all your hard work.”

I was in a trance as I responded back instinctively, “Thank you Daddy.”

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