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johnwickb1tsch · 3 months ago

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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 10

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Though this is where the c.ai help ended because I was breaking the bot's pea pickin' mind. 😆

Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER TOO!!!

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You don’t know where you get the courage to growl at this fierce man who has you in his grasp. But goddammit if he doesn’t just laugh at you–and sling you over his shoulder, carrying you like a caveman to his lair.

You do the requisite pounding on his broad back, the kicking of the feet. You swear it only makes him enjoy it more, as he tosses you down. You brace and let out a yelp, expecting hard floor below. You’re shocked, when you sink into soft mattress instead.

Which maybe isn’t great either.

You try to scramble away, but his big hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you back, and then he is crawling over you, settling all that solid, masculine–delicious–weight on top of you. You feel him smile against your mouth, your hands pinned above your head. “Am I going to have to restrain you, to do what I want to you?” he asks casually, kissing the sensitive skin of the bend of your neck. “Or are you going to behave?”

You freeze beneath him at hearing the word restrain. As in what? Handcuffs? Ropes? Oh no. Somehow, that would be worse than everything else that’s happened tonight, and you fight not to hyperventilate beneath him, closing your eyes and grinding your teeth, even though all you really want to do is thrash like a trapped animal.

That’s not going to work with this man. He’s too…everything. Smart. Strong. Cruel. Connected. You’re not going to beat him with brawn and you’d be a fool to count on luck. He watches you interestedly from inches away, as all this plays through your brain. You swear, he can read it like a news ticker scrolling above your head. He knows you so well.

You hardly recognize your voice, when you ask quietly, “Will you promise…not to hurt me?”

You close your eyes again as he strokes your hair. “No,” he answers, and a spear of fear shoots down your spine. “But I don’t want to hurt you, y/n. I want your submission.”

“I don’t…understand the difference,” you admit, the fresh welling of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

“Hmm.” He wipes away the moisture on your cheeks, bringing it to his lips. “I’m not wife-beating trailer trash, y/n. You’re not going to submit to me because of my fists. That would be too easy.”

A shaky breath escapes you, as you think about how he’s used his superior strength to bully you so far. If he’s feeling self-righteous…it’s a thin fucking line. “I’m…not?”

“No.” He kisses you, lullingly gentle, cloyingly sweet. You are on even higher alert now than when he’d grabbed you earlier. “You’re going to submit, because it’s what you’ve really wanted all along. And I’m going to show you.”

Your eyes bug wide.

“I don’t–no! That’s not fair!”

That is when his kiss upon your shoulder turns into a sharp nip. You yelp, and he is on his elbows over you, your face bracketed in his big hands. “You have a very bad habit of trying to lie to me, little one. We’re going to have to work on that.”

“I just…I don’t understand!”

“What is there to understand?” His thumbs stroke your temples, gentle once more. This man gives you whiplash.

“Why…” You try to look away, but he won’t let you.

“If you can’t look into my eyes and say it, then I’ll think you’re lying,” he scolds you. “It’s basic human behavior 101.”

With a growl you glare up at him. For some reason he finds this delightful, flashing teeth. You’re sure he knows, with a gimlet stare like his, how hard it is for mere mortals to meet head on. His standards are unfair. It’s like making a deal with a demigod–or a demon–who already knows he holds all the cards.

“Why me?” you manage to grind out. “You could have anyone.”

“I could buy anyone,” he agrees. He softens slightly, looking down at you. “But you don’t care about my money, do you? You want something else from me.” He smirks, and you are mortified all over again, a flush of heat blooming up your neck. “I read all about it.”

“Ugh.”

He chuckles, enjoying himself far too much at your expense.

When he lowers to kiss you, you consider biting him for about 2.3 seconds.

“Do it,” he dares you, his words a dagger clothed in velvet. “See what happens.” He says it almost eagerly, as though he’d welcome the leave to be terrible again. You have to remember that about him. He dangles tenderness before you like bait, not genuine sentiment. You’re playing a game, and the rules can change on this man’s whim.

He says he doesn’t want to hurt you–you’re not sure that’s true, and it certainly doesn’t mean he won’t. You can trust him as far as you can throw him, and judging by his delectable dead weight on top of you…that’s not far.

You close your eyes, feeling helpless again. And stupid. And…still turned on, if you’re being completely honest with yourself. You don’t know how you’re aroused when you should be disgusted, screaming, crying, fighting–it would win you nothing. He’s going to have his way, so you can fight it…or you can enjoy it for now, and bide your time, because he has to slip up at some point, right?

Right?

He feels the change in you, when you start softening to the onslaught of his lips, his hands on your body tracing every dip and curve. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, and you swear his praise lights up something in your brain like a red hot wire.

This isn’t it, you promise yourself. You are in a war with this man. And maybe you lost the first battle, and swiftly the second too, but not the whole war. You are not conquered yet. You are not conquered yet.

With this new resolve you reach for the buttons of his shirt. They are small, and stubborn, and you let out a frustrated growl that makes Donaka smirk down at you. “Don’t rip it. This shirt cost more than a month's salary for you.”

“Well, you’re always bragging about how much money you have,” you fire back, jerking the two halves. You’re proud of yourself when there’s a tearing sound and the button goes flying. Fair’s fair. Donaka grins like a wolf, then suddenly you are flipped on your belly, your ass in the air and your panties wrenched down your thighs.

Smack.

You scream, his big hand on your backside stinging like a swarm of angry bees, and instinctively you squirm to get away from him. But he holds you down with an unforgiving grip in your hair, pushing your face down into the mattress.

Then you hear the jangle of his belt buckle again, and the warning hiss of leather sliding free of loops. “No, no,” you beg, struggling, to zero avail. His grip is unbreakable, like this man is made of iron.

“That depends on you. Are you going to damage my property again?”

“No,” you whimper into the bedclothes, hating how small you sound.

“That’s what I thought.”

He drops the belt beside you on the bed like a reminder, before caressing your tender bottom ever so lightly, soothing the sting. How…does that actually feel good?

He makes a sound of appreciation, pulling you against the hard bulge in his crotch with hands on your hips. He spreads your thighs wider, leaving you utterly open and vulnerable to him. You hate to say it, but you are too unnerved to fight him, so conscious of that leather strap sitting beside you like an open threat.

“Stay there,” he directs, and you do as you’re told, listening to the whisper of fabric behind you as you presume he’s undressing.

It’s a very awkward position, and your thighs begin to tremble. You are utterly exposed like this, splayed wide open. Yet you do not dare complain, suspecting you have used up your free passes with this man for the evening. He is just waiting for an excuse.

“You are exquisite,” he sighs from behind you. “I could stare at this view all night.”

An equal mixture of uneasy warmth and mortification fills you, displayed like this for him, so utterly open with nowhere to hide. Then you wonder if he’s threatening to keep you like this for hours more as a punishment. Yet before you can even begin to think of what to say to him, he has crouched beside the bed, and his mouth is on you.

“Oh,” is the only intelligible word that leaves your lips. Everything that comes after is mere guttural nonsense, as his tongue teases your clit, sliding against your nether lips, and you see stars. All else forgotten, you become a slave to pursuing this pleasure, your fingers like claws in the sheets, canting your hips to give him better access to anything he wants. He moans against you, a deep sound that reverberates into your womb.

You whine like the needy little thing you have become when he withdraws, wiping his mouth on the butt cheek he struck not minutes before, kissing you with a tenderness that is nearly as beguiling as his tongue in your slit.

“Shhhh, sweet girl. I’ve got what you need, if you promise to be good for me.” You feel him kneel behind you, the warmth of his hand on your spine, the intoxicating kiss of his tip to your entrance. You’re not proud–but you want it. God, in that moment you want him more than air to breathe. You betray yourself, with the tilt of your hips, with the keening that escapes from your traitor of a throat.

“Mmm,” he practically purrs from behind you. “Do you promise, y/n?” He uses his tip to tease your slick folds, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

This is just a battle.

You make a sound of affirmative, a kittenish mewl because real language escapes you.

“Use your words, bunny.”

Not the war.

“Yes.” It's all you can manage, and he takes mercy on you, betraying his eagerness too. Slowly he fills you, stretching your flesh inch by blessed inch until you can take no more. He could give you more. He could hurt you, badly, like this. Yet he’s so careful with you that you could weep, the slow glide of his body inside yours the stuff heaven is made of.

It's funny. Despite the terrible things he did to you earlier, if you squint, it almost feels like he cares about you. The logical part of you knows it’s all a mind fuck. It has to be. But that part of you…is drowning in an inky sea of your other desires. Things you’re usually good at denying, because they’ve never caused you anything but trouble… Maybe that was a mistake on your part, because now you’re here with this dangerous man, and you’re so pent up that you can’t say no.

That feeling of bliss intensifies when he reaches between your legs, slowly circling your clit as he pumps inside you. You involuntarily clench upon him, winning a low groan. He drapes his long body over yours, kissing your spine, his hand encircling the front of your throat.

“Tell me this isn’t better than just writing about it,” he demands, his low words against your ear sending a shiver through you.

The simple answer, of course, is yes. The rest, however, is far too complex.

You make a sound that’s neither yes or no, and his grip on you tightens. Still not enough to hurt you…but he could, and you feel that so very acutely in that moment. The fact of the matter is you didn’t consent to any of this, even if you are enjoying it. He wants your complacency, and you wonder if it has to do with conscience, or claiming his victory.

The latter, you tell yourself. The minute you start to believe he has a heart will be the end of you. You have to keep reminding yourself of that. He does not love you, you stupid girl. He never has, and never will.

“Well? Tell the truth.”

“It’s better,” you answer simply, because you don’t have the capacity to tell him the rest out loud right now, and making him happy is the only way you will ever get a chance to escape him. You are going to have to be calculating, and ruthless, and neither of those things come easily to you.

“That’s my good girl.”

It shouldn’t feel so good, to hear him say that, while he’s balls deep inside you. It shouldn’t make your treacherous cunt flutter upon his relentless cock like you mean to swallow him up, a velvety red orgasm building between your legs again.

It’s not surrender, you tell yourself as the warm rush fills you, makes you feel like your bones are filled with glittering gold, your spine bowing so hard you fear it might crack. It’s just…a tactical play. You’ve been haunted by curiosity about this man since the moment you laid eyes on him. In the morning, you’ll make your next move. For now…you might as well enjoy it as best you can.

The games have only just begun.

#donaka mark #donaka mark x reader #donaka mark x you #donaka mark x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #dark romance #plz be warned

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serafilms · 10 months ago

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song 17! cupid (fifty fifty) + tim drake (spotify wrapped event)

i’m feeling lonely, oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me, now i’m crying in my room, so skeptical of love, but still i want it more, more, more

You’ve reached a certain point where you think you’re going to die alone. Call it the overwhelming anxiety, paranoia, being surrounded by happy couples syndrome, or whatever you want, but none of it excuses the fact that in all your years of life, hardly anyone has even glanced your way.

Perhaps you’re just blind to their stares, like how pigeons can only see out the sides of their heads, but never what’s sitting right in front of them.

“Or maybe I’m just a loser,” you mutter under your breath.

You slam your book shut, having spent the last 10 minutes reading and rereading the same line without absorbing it, as your mind was preoccupied with wallowing in your misery.

Distractions are no help. There is quite literally nothing for you to do now except lie down and accept your fate. And maybe get some sleep.

Standing from your desk, you look around and take a moment to open the window.

Cold, fresh air.

Then, you take a step towards your bed and collapse face first into the pillow, letting out an agonising groan that comes out muffled.

“Wow, that doesn’t sound good.”

The first reaction you have upon hearing the voice is to scramble up and promptly fall on the floor. Rubbing your bruised tailbone, you stare incredulously at the open window, where there is a guy dressed up in a weird, red getup with a cape and a mask over his eyes.

“Red Robin?”

He grins at you as he slips through the window and looks around your room, wasting no time in going to your shelf to snoop through your things.

“That’s me," Red Robin replies, tilting his head at a picture frame. You leap out of bed at record speed to snatch it out of his hands.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Clutching it protectively to your chest, you shoot him an incredulous look then glance down at the picture. It's one of you and your friend, Tim, at your high school graduation. You set it down on your bedside table quickly, and cross your arms as you turn to glare at the vigilante in your room.

"What are you doing here?"

He glances away from your shelf for a moment, taking in the way that you've awkwardly shuffled to the edge of your bed away from him, then shrugs. "Just stopping by for a visit."

Brows knitting together, you frown. "Okay, let me rephrase. Why are you in my room?"

Red Robin pauses, his eyes flitting towards the picture frame you've set aside.

It's been silent for a little too long now, so you speak up again. "Like, is this some kind of interrogation? Because I swear, whatever crime you think I'm involved in, I don't know anything about it. Unless it's about my chem prof cooking meth. But even then! All I know is rumours!"

He looks at you, amused, and you feel fear building up in your stomach. Is this some sort of technique? You did see a video about how the best way to get someone to tell you a secret is to stay silent and wait for them to spill. You suppose you've just given him exactly what he wants.

Red Robin takes a step towards you and you stumble back into your bedside table.

"This isn't an interrogation," he chuckles, "I'm just checking in.”

Why would he check in on you, of all the people in Gotham?

You sniff. “I’m perfectly fine.”

You can’t see his eyes or eyebrows under the mask, but you assume they’re raised in skepticism.

“I heard you groaning from outside, you know.”

Dead silence. Your neck heats up.

“Oh, right … that …”

The vigilante says nothing; he just watches as you dart your eyes around the room, looking at anything but him.

You feel the need to say more and fill the silence. “Yeah, uh, I was just … having a moment.” He stares at you. “Loneliness. Relationship troubles.”

Damn it, now he’s using that tactic on you.

Red Robin clears his throat. “Ah, I see.”

Do your eyes deceive you or is he blushing?

“Yeah, that’s a tough one. Um.” He starts to back up a little, eyes flitting between you and the space behind you. “Well, you know, it’ll get better. You’ll find someone. Uh, I should probably get back to patrol.”

The vibe just got really weird, you think.

You watch in confusion as he takes tiny steps backward towards the window. He tosses a red business card towards you that lands somewhere halfway in between. “Well, shoot me a text later and I’ll try and help with that. It’s my duty as a hero, you know, haha.”

You blink. “Okay?”

He’s halfway out the window when he looks back and clears his throat. “Sometimes, the right person might be right under your nose. Or behind you.” He gestures vaguely behind you and makes a quick exit.

You’re not quite able to process what just happened. Behind you? Turning around, your eyes focus on the picture. The one of you and Tim. You frown. The right person. What was he on about?

You place the picture down and snatch up the business card instead. There’s a picture of his symbol in the centre, and a mobile number on the back. Maybe you’d have to text him and ask.

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year ago

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Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day 2: Electric Boogaloo

So, the plan was to have my one productive day and then rest for however long the consequences of post exertional malaise decide they want to take.

But I needed to bring the working key fob back to the tire place so they could calibrate the tire pressure sensors. So, the day after my day, I napped until about 4pm and summoned the last bit of energy I had to finish this task.

After they fixed the sensors, I looked out over a beautiful sunset in the Discount Tire parking lot.

It's weird the places you find beauty sometimes.

I was about a mile away from my family's favorite pizza place. We've been going there since I was a tadpole. So I decided to grab a pizza as my Thanksgiving meal.

I didn't realize that the day before Thanksgiving would be just about the busiest night of the year. And they have the world's worst parking lot, half of which is a steep hill, and they didn't have enough spaces.

Google Maps has flattened the appearance of the hill. That thing is nearly a 40 degree angle. If anyone with a sports car wants a pizza, they are going to scrape their paint trying to get it.

So, I tried to park around back. Unfortunately someone was exiting the back parking lot and there is only one lane.

So... I backed up... into a pole.

I was going extremely slow and I barely tapped it. But I still felt pretty stupid. Thankfully no scratches or dents.

I finally find parking and head inside.

The Italian kitsch is always a "welcome" sight.

Every time I look it takes me like 10 seconds to figure out the configuration of his face. I find it is best to look at the mustache first, and then orient yourself from there.

I head to the counter and she asks for my name, assuming I am picking up a phone order. I explained I was just "dropping in" and then she gave me an "oof" face. The wait was nearly two hours. I told her I could get a few things from the grocery store and return for my pizza. She charges my card and I hop back in my car. Just as I was about to exit the parking lot of doom, a customer from Angelo's starts yelling at me.

"You forgot your card!"

Clearly my brain fog is starting to get to me. I left my damn bank card on the counter. So I have to exit the parking lot, drive into another parking lot, turn around, and then park again. I retrieved my card and headed to Nice Schnucks.

The GPS took me on a wild journey to the NS. I've lived in this area for 40 years and I had no idea some of these roads existed. I'm sure it was 3 minutes faster or whatever, but I think I would have preferred a route with streetlights. Unlit streets give me a bit of anxiety. Especially if I don't know them.

I get to NS and realize I was about to have the same problem I did at the pizza place. It was the night before Thanksgiving and the entire neighborhood was scrambling to get food for the next day.

I filled up on soups, frozen pizzas, and I got a few more bottles of my beloved soda. There is a Shirley Temple flavor I have yet to try. (Update: A rare Fitz's fail. Tasted like cough medicine.) And then I headed to the madness of the self-checkout.

I managed to kill about an hour, but my legs were getting wobbly. I really shouldn't have gone back out this soon. And I probably should have just headed home after the car was fixed. But I feared if I didn't do *something* special for Thanksgiving I would probably have a difficult time being all alone.

I head back to Angelo's. This time I was able to park in front and avoid hitting any poles.

The pizza was cooking and needed another 15 minutes. So I sat at a table and worked on finishing writing my to-do list for my trip to Florida. I was trying to tell Amazon that, yes, I do want a tiny bottle of shampoo to comply with the TSA security theater. But, no, I do not want 8 tiny shampoos.

Oh, did you know they charge you a "9/11 tax" when you buy a plane ticket?

Spirit Airlines has a pretty funny alternative name for it...

"After 9/11, the U.S. implemented the “9/11 Security Tax”, which was a fee of $2.50 each way of a trip on top of the price of a plane ticket. In 2014, the 9/11 Security Tax was increased to $5.60 each way. So, for a round trip this fee would cost $11.20"

We are literally still paying for 9/11. And there is no evidence the enhanced security does much of anything.

So we pay this tax so they can force us to buy tiny shampoo and go through scanners that have to detect and blur our genitals so the TSA agent can't see.

Anyway... I finally get my pizza and head home. When I pulled into my driveway I noticed a bright moon in the sky. It looked so massive compared to other nights, so I tried to capture a moon selfie.

As a photographer, I should have realized that a wide angle lens is not going to capture how big the moon looked in the sky that night. Wide lenses exaggerate distance. So things close to the lens look huge and things far away look tiny. That's why we look like aliens if we hold our smartphones too close to our face. To the lens on your camera, the distance from the tip of your nose to your ears is quite vast. Which meens a celestial body that is 240,000 miles away looks like a tiny dot in the picture.

I still kept trying.

That could be a moon I guess.

Umm, Froggie... you got some moon in your hair.

Later I did try to capture the moon with my DSLR and an 80mm lens, but I guess the moon is just really far away or something.

ENHANCE!

A.I. upscaling reveals it is, in fact, the moon.

I ate my pizza and did a quick tire test and photoshoot.

And then I spent way too long Photoshopping this X-wing flying into my deep-as-heck tire tread.

And that was my day after the day.

Today, which is currently Thanksgiving, I slept.

I slept all night.

I slept most of the day.

I still want to sleep.

Weirdly, I am too tired to feel lonely. Though now that I wrote that, I am thinking about my parents being gone, so I just screwed that up.

But hey... at least my pizza was tasty.

#long post

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aluraveil · 1 year ago

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no title because i dont have a name for this and i cant think of anything what

TW: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, captivity of reader, Arlecchino is really mean and aggressive, and yelling.

Word Count: 800

A/N: This is so bad because I rushed to get this out. Again this is incredibly rushed so don’t expect to much LOL

There's always a way to tell if Arlecchino is in a good mood today.

Whenever she's happy, she always opens the door like how she normally does. She opens it, and then she'll close it with a soft click. She'll take off her shoes and hang up her coat and then she'll call out your name and that would be your cue to come greet her at the door.

You were laying on your bed wanting nothing more to sleep and do nothing the entire day. But suddenly the door slammed open and loud footsteps echoed through the house.

The second that the door slammed open, you could feel your heart drop.

Arlecchino.

She's back. And most importantly, she's not in a good mood today.

You could hear yelling and the voice of her screaming about who knows what. The second you heard her yelling, you instinctively hug your blanket tighter because you're scared. You're scared of her.

As if on instinct, you grabbed your blanket and kneeled down into the corner of the room. You sat there as if you could hide away from her.

You knew how angry Arlecchino gets whenever she's in a bad mood. 9 times out of 10 she always makes sure to take it out on you. She's scary and she yells a lot whenever she's mad at you. Flashbacks of when she would yell at you came across your mind and anxiety filled your veins.

You could hear loud footsteps making their way to your shared bedroom. Oh no. You don't know what to do. She's probably going to yell at you isn't she?..

Well you were right.

Arlecchino opened the room with a loud thud and despite knowing it was coming, it still scared you because of the loud noise.

She took a glance at you all curled in the corner with a blanket over you and how nervous you looked, she raised an eyebrow before saying, "why are you sitting in the dirty corner? Get up."

You didn't know what to do. You were paralyzed in fear. You took one look at her face and you could tell she was pretty heated.

Damn.

She had to ask that didn't she? What a way to rub salt on the wound.

"Did you hear what I said? I told you to get up." Arlecchino said looking disgusted at the way you were on the ground. The anger in her face dissapeared a bit before she noticed how nervous you looked. "Why do you look so scared right now?"

"I- uh.. um" You stuttered. How the hell are you supposed to answer that?

"I'm scared of you because you're always yelling and whenever you get angry you become scary and I don't like it. I don't like how you brought me here against my will. I hate you. I hate you so much. You're a cruel person and I don't want to ever see you again."

Is what you wanted to say.

But alas you were a scared pet, too afraid to talk back to your master.

"How many times do I have to tell you?!?!" She begins shouting. "Get up from the floor right now."

You scrambled to get up when she started shouting at you. It was best not to anger her anymore.

"You can never do what you're told can you?" She yelled. "I had to tell you three times to get up from the floor."

Arlecchino began yelling at you for the next minute about how you can't follow simple directions. After that, she walked away to let off some steam leaving you in the room all dumbfounded. You sat on the bed and decided to lay there. You were tired of her and how angry she could be.

Later on in the night she came back to your room and she saw you laying there. She laid right next to you and her arms wrapped around you body holding you tightly. Your heart immediately dropped when she starting cuddling you.

"I love you darling.." She mumbled as she nuzzled her face into your neck. A few hours ago she was yelling at you and now she's acting like nothing happened?

You couldn't do anything about it though. Arlecchino is always like this. She never apologizes after she yells at you.

You were afraid that if you didn't give her any affection, she might start yelling at you again. So you said the four words that would make her happy.

"I love you Arlecchino.."

You could feel her lips turning into a smile as her icy touch makes you shiver. As long as you show her some sort of affection she will be happy. Maybe she'll stop taking her anger out on you next time..

Probably not.

But hey? You could at least have some hope right?

Right?

#yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #yandere arlecchino fics #genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere fatui #no title fic

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writemywaytoyourheart · 1 year ago

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Bedeviled | Chapter 10: The Harder They Fall

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 9.5k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, bullying, cruelty, name-calling, past trauma, blood, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, gore, some tensionnnnn muthatruckaaaas If there's something you notice that I ought to put in warnings that I missed pls kindly let me know

Previous ML

"I will kill you myself."

You gulp, breathing out through your nose slowly as he runs his fingers down from your cheek and right to your throat, where he places his hand around it and squeezes ever so gently.

He seems to get distracted, his eyes appearing unfocused as he stares at the sight in front of him.

His hand makes a good necklace for your lovely throat.

"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, but you can hear him, "I could snap your pretty little neck right now if I wanted to, couldn't I?"

You gulp and nod shakily.

"Yes," You brave looking up at him and notice him staring back at you, his gaze no longer on your neck but looking into your eyes, "But you don't want to."

You think you see a flash of fear in his eyes before he smirks and smothers any hint of emotion besides amusement.

"Of course not, darling." He drags his hand down slowly, his icy fingers running along your throat and down your chest before they pull away, "You still have some use to me after all."

When he steps away, you reach a hand up to cup your throat.

You knew he wasn't going to kill you, he wasn't even going to hurt you.

He prides himself on being able to intimidate you, but he doesn't know that you can see right through him.

You'll keep that to yourself for now.

What scared you the most was the overwhelming urge to raise yourself up on your tiptoes and close the distance between you two.

You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for not ruining everything just a minute ago.

Gathering yourself and your skirt in your fists, you stumble after him, who has (obviously) continued on like nothing happened.

Him and his little games.

Little do you know, his mind is far from laughing at the situation. It's twisting and turning and trying anxiously to figure out what the hell is happening to him.

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You had thought before that the mountains would go on forever.

But you were wrong.

In the distance, you can see where they end.

It's still miles away, but it's something.

"What's with the in-between stuff?"

JK stops and turns around to look back at you, who is scrambling over a large rock, panting heavily.

He rolls his eyes.

"Care to elaborate on that question?"

You sigh and plop yourself down on top of the rock, legs dangling at least four feet from the ground.

Wiping your wet forehead fruitlessly, you gesture out into the distance with your bandaged hand, "It's- it's such a long way to the seventh circle," Gulping in as much air as your lungs can take, you shake your head and wipe at your eyes, "Why all the extra sp-space?"

He doesn't answer your question and you don't ask again, deciding not to waste your time or breath.

Squinting at him, you huff tiredly at the fact that he doesn't look like he's struggling in the slightest.

You wipe at your eyes again, the sweat dripping into them.

"It's so hot," You mumble, hissing quietly at the stinging in your eyes from the salty droplets that reach them, "Gosh."

JK makes an effort not to look in your direction, but ends up breaking his own rule for a second when you're busy wiping at your eyes.

You're perched on top of the huge rock, legs hanging off in front of you, dirty cloth-wrapped feet kicking absentmindedly as you rub your fists in your eyes in an effort to ease the sting.

His eyes travel up your body, lingering on the cuts and bruises that appear to be new. When his gaze lands on your scrunched up face as you wipe and wipe desperately at your eyes, he squints.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ach," You grunt, "My eyes are burning like fire- ow!" You shout, shoving your fists into your eyes and trying not to start crying.

He watches silently for a minute as you blindly try to find a piece of clothing on you that isn't covered in dirt, grime, or blood. Your eyes are pinched shut as you pat around, hands landing on nothing but dirtied garments. It's all you can do to keep from shouting out again, it feels like someone dumped hot chilis in your eyes.

Just as you're about to try the sleeve of your cardigan no matter how dirty it is, you feel a cold hand wrap around your left wrist.

"Stop, you look like an idiot, scrounging around like that," You hear him grumble, then you feel something soft get shoved into your hand.

Is that a-...handkerchief?

Desperate enough not to question it, you bring the cloth to your eyes. Relief pours over you when the pain starts to subside as you're finally able to wipe the sweat from your face.

"Thank you."

He turns back at the soft, whispered thanks called to him.

Your eyes are still closed, but no longer pinched shut in pain.

The demon looks down at your hands to see you twisting the small cloth in your fingers, knuckles turning white as you clench it tightly in your fist.

Seemingly getting anxious, he sees your hands start to tremble as you rock back and forth where you sit on the rock, still clutching the cloth, now biting your lip harshly.

An unfamiliar feeling suddenly invites itself in, making him freeze as he continues to stare at you.

What is this?

He can't pinpoint it; doesn't understand it.

JK snaps out of it and turns away.

He won't entertain things that he doesn't understand.

"Here."

He turns back to you again with a sharp sigh, annoyed.

You're holding out the handkerchief, eyes still closed as you gather your strength.

The demon's gaze flickers from your face down to your hand and back a few times, noticing the way the cloth shakes as you hold it out.

"Keep it," He snaps, "I don't want it now that you've dirtied it. It's useless."

The hurt evident on your face is brief, then you pull it back and blink your eyes open carefully, looking at the cream-colored handkerchief in your hand that now has streaks of dirt on it. Your bottom lip trembles as you squeeze it tightly.

He doesn't look at you again, shouldn't have looked in the first place.

Instead, he stands with his arms crossed as he looks out into the distance, eyeing the planes he knows are coming. He's not sure how you're going to manage them, but there's not much of a choice now.

You're hellbent on saving your stupid little friend, and nothing he says or does is going to stop you.

JK glares at nothing as he waits for you to just get on with walking already.

He thought about it pretty early on in this journey, but he's still curious on what exactly is going on with you.

How is it that your body is failing faster than other humans down here? He knows it's meant to torment anyone that comes here, but physically you're fading faster than is usual.

Mentally on the other hand, you seem to be excelling. The mental and emotional toll this place has on humans that venture here is typically what makes them fail before the elements even get a chance to destroy them. The realization that they will never leave hits them pretty early on and their hope dwindles quickly after that.

So why are you still so hopeful?

Why are you so insistent on saving this poor excuse of a human?

Why won't you acknowledge the fact that you will never leave Hell? Has that even sunk into your thick head yet?

When you walk past him and stumble on a rock, your arms going out to the sides to keep your balance, he suddenly wonders what part of Hell you will be sent to first after the deal is over.

A sick feeling burns in his stomach at the sudden thought, but he pushes it away immediately.

He doesn't fucking care.

Your fate after this deal is of no concern to him.

It never was and it never will be.

You are nothing but an annoying little mortal creature, he has no interest in your future, or lack of it for that matter.

You are nothing to him.

Tripping a little when he bumps into your shoulder, you look at him in confusion as he walks ahead, then you shake your head and keep walking across the slippery gravelly ground.

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After a few more hours of walking, you stop.

"I'm taking a break," You call out, watching as he stops in his tracks, clearly annoyed.

Before he can say anything, you turn and plop on the ground, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of rocks on your thighs that the thin material of your dress does nothing to cushion against.

You notice that he doesn't even turn to look at you as he says, "I'm going for a bit."

"Ok," You say just as he walks off and once again disappears into a cloud of smoke.

Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand as you look out at the smoky terrain covering all that you can see with the naked eye.

The mountains are nearly gone, most of them behind you now.

The deep red glow still makes you anxious, you can't get used to it no matter how hard you try.

You won't have to get used to it.

You're leaving.

Looking down at your dirty fingers, you gulp and nod, absentmindedly picking at the dirt caked under your nails.

JK strolls along the streets of Seoul, hands in his pockets as he walks straight ahead, not moving for anyone coming towards him.

No need to, they can't see him anyway.

The lights of the city are shining so bright that if one were to bother to look up, they wouldn't be able to see the stars scattered across the night sky right above them.

Couples walk hand in hand, laughing together.

Friends run past, screaming about how the last one to get to the arcade has to pay for the games.

Business men and women walk briskly through the crowds, briefcases swinging gently and looks of boredom etched into their faces.

Elders work tirelessly as people come up to their food stands, feeling peckish after a long day of shopping.

Students run for the bus that will be here any minute, the one that will take them home after studying for so long today.

The noise of people milling about is a constant buzz that has become the norm, music plays from storefronts, street dancers collect money as people film them happily; ready to post it on the internet and hopefully go viral.

JK watches all of them, eyes hard with hatred as they flit between the people in different stages of life.

Oh how little they know of how insignificant they are.

They worry so much of others caring about them, of likes and shares and paychecks, of grades and colleges and careers.

They worry so much just to fill up their miniscule amount of time on this sad Earth.

How pathetic.

But how perfect for him.

The stress of everyday life, the temptations of things one could have, the anger, the resentment, the lust, the pride, the greed, the twisted insatiable need to always have more.

It's all the perfect combination for a demon that is currently on the prowl, looking for souls to ruin, to drag to Hell for the rest of eternity.

Oh how misery loves company.

As he walks amongst the crowds, his eyes land on a young college student walking with his head down, hands grasping the straps of his backpack that seems to weigh him down more than usual.

‘Are you so stupid that you really couldn't manage to pass that test?’

The young man bites his lip as he continues to walk towards the bus stop.

‘You worked so hard, and for what? No matter how hard you try, you'll never be good enough.’

Vision blurring, he blinks a few times and tightens his grip on the straps.

He studied so much for that test, for the past week he had done nothing but pour over all of his notes, quizzing himself over and over again, missing out on parties and nights out. Just to fail in the end.

‘You know your friends probably passed, right? They didn't even have to try. You're just stupid.’

He wipes at his eyes quickly.

‘Now you're crying?’

‘How pathetic.’

‘You won’t get anywhere in life. You'll never amount to anything.’

JK chuckles as the young man breathes anxiously and hurries to the bus stop, his heart aching deeply and his hopes for a bright future diminishing rapidly.

The demon looks around once more and sees a teenage girl looking into a shop window at a jeweled necklace.

He walks over and leans close, whispering something into her ear.

The way she bites her lip in determination clarifies that she took his words and is going to run with them.

He smirks and strolls away, eyes shifting among the crowd.

They're too easy.

The sight of a homeless man crouched in a dark alley brings him to a stop. He stands there and watches him for a moment, pleasure rising at the way the miserable creature shivers and pulls his torn coat around himself more.

A few highschoolers walk past, one of them stopping long enough to call to the freezing person lying on the ground.

"Are you cold?"

The homeless man looks up fearfully and the demon watches in mounting amusement as the teen walks over and proceeds to dump his hot chocolate on the ripped blanket, all over his face and his already useless clothes. The kid then tosses the empty cup onto the man.

The rest of the group laughs heartily before moving on, screaming about how they got too close to him and how they hope they didn't catch anything.

JK walks closer, crouching down and watching as the man wipes at his face in a poor attempt to clean himself off.

Chuckling, he leans close.

‘You really thought they'd treat you differently? You're lower than animals here, they would sooner give a bone to a rabid dog than look at you like a human.’

‘And they're right to.’

‘Look at how disgusting you are, how fucking miserable. Begging for food and crawling in the gutter like the dirt that you are.’

The single tear that slips down the elder's face makes JK smirk as he stands up.

He's about to move on when something makes him turn back. He sees a middle-aged woman walk over and bend down, handing the man a warm roll and a cup of tea with a kind smile.

"Stay warm," She whispers, touching his shoulder gently before walking away.

The demon stops, his teeth clenching in annoyance.

The homeless man watches after the woman with wide eyes full of confusion and uncertainty.

JK stands there as she walks past him, her eyes directly meeting the demon's as she stares him down; unflinching. She turns a corner as the old man quietly watches her leave, still shivering.

Only a moment later, the same woman, who now has a soft glow about her, comes up to the man once more. This time though, he does not see her.

She sits beside him, the light pink wings on her back resting against the ground as she places an arm around the filthy man and sets her head on his shoulder; holding him gently as he nibbles on the bread. The guardian angel makes no effort to look at the demon again, blatantly ignoring his presence.

JK breathes out through his nose slowly, controlled.

It makes no difference to him.

He doesn't need to make as many deals as one would think. The most souls that are damned to Hell are from temptation alone. He's whispered many words of encouragement to do unsavory acts and they more often than not take it. Deals are only for the desperate.

The rest of the humans buy their own ticket to Hell. Seldom do they need much persuasion. They are all too eager to come on their own, if it means they get those brief moments of satisfaction.

These nasty little angels can try and bring all the comfort they want; he's still winning.

She might have soothed a single soul tonight, but he has pushed many over the edge already with little to no effort.

Ridiculous.

JK scoffs and turns away, walking off before the sight pisses him off even more.

He's got stuff to do, souls to bring to despair.

And nothing is going to stand in his way.

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You yawn and rub at your eyes, body aching so deeply; beyond anything you've felt before. The wings that are tucked up in your cardigan are cramping, begging to get some much needed room.

The only thing you feel capable of doing right now is curling into a ball and falling asleep.

You don't have that luxury though.

An anxious sigh puffs out of your lips as you place your chin into your hand, your elbow resting on your knee.

How long is he going to be?

The thought of him walking around and spreading temptations and hopelessness turns your stomach to rot.

Come on.

Please just stop and come back.

You jump when there's a thick billow of smoke suddenly appearing in front of you.

He walks out, an irritated look on his face but nothing compared to what he was like last time.

When he sees you, he looks you up and down in suspicion.

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he's staring at you like that.

"Nothing," He snaps, watching in disgust as you stand up and dust yourself off, fixing your cardigan carefully.

"Well, I'm ready."

"Feeling rested?" He asks, clearly mocking you by the tone of his voice.

"Very," You say sleepily, a tired smile on your face even though there's a really deep and uncomfortable feeling in your gut at the knowledge of where he's been and what he's been doing.

You've got this, do not despair.

You take a deep breath and let it out in one big huff.

I won't.

Without acknowledging your jesting, he turns and keeps walking.

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You'll never forget the way your heart plummeted to your stomach when your mother told you about the arranged marriage.

"I have been patient with you, ____," She had said through gritted teeth, "But I will not continue to be humiliated by your lack of motivation to do something with your life."

You had scoffed in disbelief, "I never said I didn't want to do anything with my life! I only said I didn't want to marry so soon. Mother, why can't you just-"

"Do not tell me to accept you as you are," She hissed, "You saying that over and over again does not change the fact that you do not have a choice in the matter."

"But it's my life-"

"Not when you live under my roof."

"Then I'll just leave!" You cried.

"You would gladly shame your own mother by running off?" She was furious, "I raised you. This is the least that you could do to repay me."

"Mother, I-"

"This discussion is over. You will marry Hoseok and that is the end of it, do you understand?"

You shook your head, "No I don't, I don't understand. I don't understand how you could treat your own flesh and blood like this. I don't understand how you could not wish me happiness-"

"Happiness? Really, ____?" Your mother stepped closer, glaring down at you, "Happiness has nothing to do with it. You are useless if you don't do this."

Her words struck deep into your heart that day more than they ever had before.

You couldn't even find the words to respond. But she had plenty to share.

"Look at you," She gestured at you in disgust, "Might as well try to bring something to the table. You are so self-centered. How do you think I feel? How do you think Hoseok feels knowing he's going to be stuck with you? The village whore.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at her any longer.

"M-Mother-..."

"If you disobey me, if you ruin this in any way...you are dead to me. Do you understand?"

It took a moment for you to find the strength to give her a small nod.

She walked away, never acknowledging your heart bleeding out onto the floor, the ache she placed deep into your bones, the hurt that could never be repaired.

You turned and ran out of the barn where the two of you had been talking, running all the way to the old apple tree and collapsing on the ground near the worn down swing that still hung there.

No matter how hard you cried, it didn't fill the hole in your heart that your mother had carved out. It didn't release the indescribable pain in your body that continued to grow each day.

No one heard your sobs, no one came to save you from the hurt.

He wasn't around that day to come to you.

He never even knew what happened.

You had never felt so alone in your entire sixteen years of life.

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Only a couple miles ahead, you can see a forest.

It's a small speck in the distance, but the long line of trees has got to be a forest as far as you can tell.

After hours upon hours of nothing but bare mountains as far as the eye can see, it's almost a relief to see something different. Although, you know that the forest will only contain more unspoken horrors that you have yet to be subjected to.

Wracking your tired brain, you try to remember what the seventh circle consisted of. But you can't. Your mind is so blurry with confusion, anxiety, and a deep exhaustion that will never let go that you cannot keep a single thought clear enough to understand.

He walks in front of you, silent.

You're not sure why, but you feel an incessant need to talk. Exhausted, you don't want to. But the need to fill the silence is so strong you almost break a few times. The only reason you don't is because you know he wouldn't bother to reciprocate. You would only be listening to yourself speak and making the exhaustion stronger in the long run.

So you stay quiet, continuously trying to gain some semblance of clarity in your thoughts.

Then suddenly the forest is in front of you.

For a moment you think you just teleported closer, but then the tiny part of your brain that hasn't flown yet realizes that you simply checked out for however many hours it took to get here.

You just stand there and stare at the trees.

This forest is different. The trees are not burnt or molding like the other circles; instead, they are simply gray. Nothing else. Gnarled and colorless, the trees sit there in dead silence.

There are giant roughly broken stones scattered across the ground, some in and some out of the forest, as if a structure was once there thousands of years ago and was brought to ruin. Somewhere in your fuzzy memories you remember there being something a little like this at the entrance to the second circle too.

"Was there something here?"

The sound of your voice doesn't sound like your own, it sounds strange; disconnected from you after not being used for a while.

"Yeah."

You turn your head and look at him, watching him scan over the ruins with a look of hatred in his gaze.

"What happened?"

The demon looks at you, "The earthquake."

"Earthquake?"

"The one that shook the earth at the time of His death."

There's a swell of something deep in your chest, something like sadness but also an undeniable hope.

A brief thought passes through your brain as you scan the ruins, wondering if these rocks would hurt you if you were to touch them.

The urge to reach out and caress them is so visceral that you don't stop yourself from stepping forward and doing just that.

JK looks on in confusion as he watches the human walk forward, a deep sadness in her gaze as she stretches a hand out and places it on one of the jagged stones.

A deep shudder goes through the forest, making you step back and look around, not aware of the fact that he's watching closely.

You look at your hand and gulp when you see a small streak of red there.

The blood isn’t your own.

Looking back at the stone, you see nothing there that would have been the cause.

"What're you doing?"

You look at him to see him glowering at you, which isn't unusual.

"Hm?" You mumble.

"You're a freak," He mutters before shaking his head and walking on ahead.

Looking down at your hand, you stare at the red smear for a moment before cradling your hand to your chest and following him into the dense and unwelcoming wood.

The further into the forest you go, the darker it becomes. The trees do not gain any more or less color, it feels as though the entire area has become a black and white film. The trunks become closer together, the branches above your heads tangle into each other more and more until even the blood red sky of Hell is nearly gone entirely; only the tiniest slivers coming through every once in a while; a stark contrast to the rest of the surroundings.

You walk in more silence; which isn't easy to try and get re-accustomed to after speaking a few brief words with him.

It's more than a little alarming when he suddenly stops moving and whispers a hushed order to be quiet.

Even though you weren't speaking, you still freeze so that you can't be heard walking. Soon the sound of footsteps reaches your ears and you can physically feel the color draining from your face as you listen intently to whoever is getting closer and closer.

The demon makes no sound either, which makes the situation that much more terrifying.

Why should a demon be afraid of one of Hell's many inhabitants? Isn't he one of the worst among them? One of the most feared in those hearts that believe?

You gulp, trying not to breathe too loudly as the footsteps continue to get closer.

They sound heavy and slow, which does nothing for your anxiety.

Whatever it is, is very large.

When you feel his cold hand on your arm, pushing you in a certain direction, you don't stop to argue. You let him shove you into a small grove of shrubbery separate from the main path you had been on.

Crouching down when he motions to, you make yourself as small as possible in order to conceal your presence behind some of the gnarly plants.

You get yourself situated right before the footsteps are right where the two of you were previously standing. A horrid stench like that of a barn that's not been cleaned in months wafts through the air and you cover your mouth before a gag can come out.

What is that horrible smell?

Without moving at all, you look through the skinny branches of the bush in front of you, but you can't see anything.

A loud snort makes you flinch, a chill running down your spine as you freeze up in fear.

There's something out there, but you don't know what it is.

Would it be better to see it, or to let your imagination run wild?

As you stay crouched there, unmoving, you realize that your legs are beginning to cramp up in the awkward position that you've held longer than usual.

You silently look to your left to see him crouched next to you, seemingly unaffected as he peers through the bush at whatever is there. Then he turns his head and sees you looking at him. He slowly brings a finger up to his lips to remind you to be quiet, then he points at a part in the branches.

Carefully, you move your head a little to the left and look where he's pointing.

Heart slamming into your throat immediately, you almost choke on it as you force yourself to stay put and not move a muscle.

In front of the bush, not even twenty yards away, is a massive creature with matted black fur and horns. It's standing on two feet, bulging arms hanging at its sides as it swings its head back and forth, sniffing the air.

A minotaur.

That's a minotaur.

The fear in your heart is so intense that you're afraid it might just stop and you'll keel over before the beast even has a chance to attack.

You jump when there's a touch on your shoulder, then turn to see him looking at you with a raised brow. Ignoring him, you look through the bush again at the guardian of the seventh circle, sweat starting to form on your lower back.

Then there's a hand on your waist, pulling you to the left and right into him as the demon places his lips right next to your ear and whispers.

"Calm down, little girl. You're only making it worse."

You pull away and look at him indignantly.

What is he saying? It seems like this is far from the time to be making jabs. There's a giant beast out there that could tear anything to shreds in mere seconds.

Well, you at least.

JK rolls his eyes and pulls you against him once more, hand gripping your waist firmly while he holds you in place as he brings his mouth back to your left ear.

"He can smell fear. And you, darling, absolutely reek of it."

You gulp.

How are you supposed to not be scared in this situation? And him telling you that has not helped at all.

You're about to say this, but get cut off when suddenly his other hand is grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.

Staring into his dark eyes, you have no idea what to make of his actions as he leans in closer.

His lips unnecessarily brush your cheek as he moves to your ear once more and ever so quietly whispers, "I can think of a few things that will take your mind off of it."

What in the world is he doing??

"Are you insane?" You whisper harshly as you pull back and look at him.

His smirk only widens as the glint in his eyes shines mischievously.

"Absolutely fucking mental." And he looks it too.

You blink, mind going completely blank.

He's insane.

He's actually insane.

"Don't you dare put your hands on me," You finally snap quietly as you pry his fingers from where they grip your side and shove him away.

JK leans closer again, face dangerously close to yours, "Shh, don't get too mad, doll. You're supposed to be quiet, remember?"

Anger flares up in your chest when he reaches a hand out, probably to touch you again. You slap it away and point a finger in his face.

"If you try anything at all while we're stuck in this tiny space," You're seething even as you whisper with rage, "I will kick you out of this bush and let the minotaur have his way with you, you miserable little creep!"

To your surprise and annoyance, he only smiles at your words.

Then the sound of footsteps makes you whip your head back and look out of the bush, watching breathlessly as the minotaur walks in the opposite direction, long heavy strides and a rank smell following closely behind.

Your brows furrow and you lean closer to the opening to watch in mounting confusion as he continues to stomp away.

When you look back at the demon watching you smugly, it all makes sense.

He had intentionally riled you up in order to distract you from the fear holding your body captive. The anger had certainly made you momentarily forget about your almost inevitably gruesome ending, and apparently was enough to conceal any smell the guardian was attracted to.

Why did he do that?

It's almost like he can hear the question in your mind as he raises a brow, "What? You think I want to deal with having to save your ass from more than I need to? If you didn't have any value to me, all you would be right now is the leftover meat stuck in his teeth."

You make a face at his disgusting choice of words.

"Whatever."

"No 'thank you'?" He asks with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I'll let you know if I start feeling grateful later," You shoot back, then take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You don't want to be mad. He's just so good at pushing your buttons until you snap.

The more you let that show the more power he has over you. He's not stupid, he can tell what annoys you, and reacting to it only confirms certain things for him. Demons have done this since the beginning of their days, they only continue to learn more and more over time.

So take a deep breath.

And try to stay calm.

You swipe away the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead and look through the bush again to see the minotaur is much further now.

"Can we go or is he going to come back?” You chew on your bottom lip, “...should we just stay here for a bit?"

"You can do whatever you want, doll. I'm flattered that you want to be this close to me for longer-"

He cuts himself off when you unexpectedly lean over into his space, your nose mere inches from his own. There's a fiery glint in your eyes as you lean even closer, making him move away and sit back.

"What ever happened to you threatening to kill me, hm?" The taunting smirk on your pure little lips has him swallowing, "Have I really had that much of an effect on you, demon? Feeling a little weak? Poor little thing."

Before he gets a chance to reply, you stand up. When his gaze follows you, his teeth grind at the sight of you looking down on him, a pitying smile directed right at the demon.

Neither of you says anything.

You can see his chest rising and falling in heavy angry breaths as he glares up at the 'human' that has suddenly become bold.

But it doesn't affect you.

At this moment, he is below you.

Finally, he stands up; once again towering over you as he glowers.

But he says nothing.

For the first time, he truly doesn't have a comeback.

You see him swallow before he shoulders past you.

Once he's far enough away, you let out the breath you were holding. Then you look upwards and send a quick prayer of gratitude before turning and following him.

The silence in the forest is unsettling, almost as if the trees themselves are afraid of the circle guardian's presence lurking about.

You're not sure where the minotaur went, but with how loud its footsteps were when it first approached the two of you, you're not worried about it sneaking up.

He keeps a good distance between you as he leads the way, saying nothing.

It's not uncommon for him to be in a mood, but this one feels different. What you did back there must have really struck a nerve.

You contemplate this as you walk through the gray wood.

The trees continue to grow closer, either that or your mind is seeing things that aren't there.

"Ah," You trip on a gnarled root that has found its way across the path and wound itself up into another root from a lumpy tree.

No, they're actually closer together. It's not in your head-

Wait a minute.

You look to your left and right as you walk, but everything is as still and silent as it's been since you came into the wood.

Something's different though.

Even as he continues to walk, you stop where you are.

A moment of dead silence passes, then you hear the smallest creak.

Then the slight rustle of dried leaves.

Now that you've stopped, you can see and hear things you couldn't while you were moving.

Another slow look around you and you know your suspicions were right.

The trees are ever so slowly growing closer and closer together as you stand there.

A long snake-like root slithers excruciatingly slowly past your bare feet, making its way to the other side of the path.

It's almost as if the trees themselves are trying to swallow the path whole; no wonder it's been feeling more and more cramped the further you walk.

You stand there for a moment, a sudden wave of sadness washing over you as the dead yet very much alive plants writhe around in search of more room to accommodate them.

The deep pit in your stomach has no reasoning behind it, at least not one that is clear to you right now.

JK keeps his eyes locked on the ground before him as he walks, not even flinching at the roots and twigs that twitch and reach for each other as he makes no attempt not to step on them as he passes.

Stupid fucking human.

Always thinking she's got something over his head, acting like she knows something he doesn't-

Wait.

He stops walking, coming to a complete stand still in the middle of the nearly undetectable path, all the roots grown over it and each other until they themselves have become the walkway through this section of the seventh circle.

Eyes narrowing, he quickly flits through everything the mortal has said and done since he had the misfortune of stumbling upon it.

His brain rifles through all of the information; every twitch of her eyelid when he says something specific, every little choke in her breath as she tries to get certain words out, even the way she's tried to conceal the pain consuming her body, as if he couldn't already tell. She's a whiny little bitch, but not as much as he would expect, knowing what her body must be going through at this point.

Why...in the ever-living fuck...has she not given up yet?

This other human.

This so-called best friend that she’s madly in love with, even though he clearly feels nothing for her.

That's where the answer lies, he's sure of it.

But who is it?

Surely he can figure it out without too much trouble.

Enough wasting his time with trying useless methods of breaking down her spirit-

What if something were to happen to the best friend?

If he means enough to her to make her endure Hell to get him the Flame, she will be willing to do anything for him.

The demon pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as he stares at a dead leaf bitterly.

Other humans typically break when it comes to things such as pain and longing that are brought upon themselves. This one is different.

She might be smart, but she's not brave enough to challenge him if he brings the best friend into the equation.

Whatever it takes.

JK turns his head, expecting to see her watching him silently as she always does; zoning out and not paying attention to a damn thing like the useless human she is.

But she's not there.

He stares at the empty space where she's supposed to be for a solid minute. Then he finally turns the rest of his body around, hands moving to his hips as he sighs loudly.

Where the fuck did she go this time?

Idiot.

He walks back down the path a little ways, brows furrowing more the further he goes without coming upon her.

Foolish fucking mortal-

The demon stops when he finally sees her standing in the middle of the path.

She seems out of it, more so than usual.

The faraway look in her eyes is clear even from where he is, almost twenty feet away.

"What are you doing?"

No acknowledgments of his words follow.

He sighs through his nose and walks closer, noticing that her hands are clenched into fists at her sides as she stares at a branch on the ground that fell from its tree some time ago.

"I'm not going to stand around and wait for your lazy ass."

Isn't that exactly what you're doing?

He grits his teeth.

There's no sign of her even hearing his threats.

Reaching out a hand, he roughly pushes her shoulder, making her rock back a little before she seems to slowly come out of whatever trance she was just in.

You blink slowly, seeing his strikingly handsome face come into view before blurring a bit, then clearing up again a second later.

"Hm?"

"What do you mean, hm?" He snaps, "What's so fucking important about a stupid branch that you're being so dramatic and wasting my time?" As he says it, he kicks the branch, not even watching as it flies a little ways off the path and lands in the decayed grass with a soft thump.

Your brows furrow in confusion at his outburst.

"What are you talking about?"

He's about to lose it, then he suddenly realizes that you're not just fucking with him.

You're genuinely confused.

As you silently watch him look you over with a suspicious gaze, you try to wrack your brain for an answer as to why you were just standing there, frozen.

Nothing comes to mind.

"We should keep going," You eventually whisper.

JK rolls his eyes dramatically, "Oh should we? Pardon me for making this whole fucking shitshow take longer by standing around like a moron!!"

His last words echo around the forest, making you cringe at the shattering of the silence.

A moment passes, the quiet even more achingly evident than before, even the roots halting their journeys to the other side.

Then you look at him, an eyebrow raised in unamused judgment.

His mouth twists in annoyance as he tries not to say anything else.

Then he leans down close to your face and hisses fiercely, "Just fucking walk."

Unable to help yourself, you stick your tongue out at him as he pulls away.

He scoffs but says nothing more as he turns and continues deeper into the unsettling silence waiting ahead.

As you walk along behind him, you mumble to yourself, mocking his grumpy insults.

You know he can hear you, but he doesn’t make you stop, just lets you continue to huff and puff quietly.

If that’s how you wish to entertain yourself, he doesn’t care.

As long as he doesn’t have to speak to you to keep you from whining at him.

It’s a win in his book.

“Walk, walk, walk, just walk, walk, walk. Stop whining, you’re so stupid, meh meh meh,” You watch your feet in order not to trip, “Idiot, so stupid, bleh bleh bleh. No need to be so mean. Jeez.”

“Think you could complain a little quieter?”

“I won’t.”

He rolls his eyes.

After another few minutes, you realize that maybe you should’ve been more quiet.

But you’ll never admit that.

Once again, you don’t hear it until you see him freeze.

To be fair, he was the one that yelled not long ago.

The heavy footfalls soon reach your ears after you stop behind him.

Again??

Before you can even panic, there’s a harsh grip on your wrist and suddenly he’s taking off through the brush and dragging you with him.

You’re stumbling along behind him, head whipping left and right as you try to figure out where the minotaur is coming from.

The uncovered parts of your feet are stinging as the pale twigs stab unforgivingly.

If they’re in pain, you should be too.

The echoing footsteps sound like they’re coming from everywhere all at once. You don’t understand how the demon knows where to go.

An ear piercing roar makes your chest tighten with horror, the spindly trees quivering along with you.

Eyes locked on the back of his silky black shirt, you focus only on not falling.

Then he’s pushing you into a tree.

You wince at the pain in your wings from being pinned between your back and the rough bark.

His hands are on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

After the initial shock of pain, you notice that he’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly as he keeps you against the trunk.

You gulp and breathe carefully, trying not to think about anything but being quiet.

He looks down at you, black hair falling into his dark eyes as he glares at you before speaking lowly.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” You whisper back.

He shakes his head, still catching his breath.

The sound of something large crashing through the forest makes you freeze up again as he pushes you more into the tree, arms on either side of you and locking you in.

Almost as if he’s acting like a shield, the only thing that would be between you and the minotaur…

You don’t notice when the loud crashing eventually gets further and further away.

Neither does he.

There’s a thick heat in the air, different from that of Hell’s typical weather.

When he looks down at you again, it only gets worse.

You’re staring into his eyes, not a single word spoken between you.

The demon swallows the lump in his throat as he looks at the ridiculous doe-eyed human that has caused him nothing but grief since first they met.

Then he’s leaning down, eyes searching your face carefully, as if the answer to all of his questions is written there somewhere, if only he can find it.

When you see him moving closer, you notice that he’s not smirking. He’s not whispering lustful words to try and tempt you into something. Even the look in his eyes is different.

He’s not trying to confuse, or trick, or threaten you in any way.

Soft but cold fingers are suddenly cupping just under your jaw, his thumb barely on your left cheek.

JK leans in even closer.

You’re drawing him in, like a spider in its web; ready to capture the prize that mistakenly ended up there.

For the first time, he thinks he might actually be the fly.

He knows this.

And yet he doesn’t stop.

He comes closer still, until his forehead barely touches yours.

“Damn it.”

His breath fans over your lips.

What is she doing to him?

What is this mere mortal doing to him?

Unable to resist it when he pulls away, you bring your hands up and cup his cheeks in order to stop his retreat.

His eyes lock on yours, a look of pure shock in his.

The warmth of your hands sends something deep into the untouched parts inside of him. Somewhere he has never dared to explore.

A place so dark and twisted that even he will not acknowledge it.

You pull him closer, nose bumping his and your soft breath warming his skin in a way he never thought was possible.

He watches silently as you seem to struggle internally with yourself for a moment, eyes closed.

Then you move and ever so gently place your mouth close to his ear, lips more soft than he’d have ever guessed.

“Not yet,” You whisper before pulling away, not missing the way he almost chases after your lips when you move back.

The look in his eyes as he stares into yours sucks the breath out of you.

Then suddenly he’s moving back, taking his arms from beside you and dragging his eyes away.

It’s like a switch has gone off in him. The dark curtain has returned in his eyes, the stiff and irritated aura that always surrounds him back stronger than before.

“You’re so gullible,” He scoffs.

You say nothing, not denying nor confirming his words.

You know he’s trying to regain his control.

You know that he almost gave in, and it was in no way an attempt to make you fall down that slippery slope of temptation.

It was his own want.

He’s not going to admit that, though.

The way he won’t even look at you before gesturing and muttering something about continuing is telling enough.

Just as the long silence was painful enough to make one's ears bleed, the sudden noise is almost a thousand times worse.

It comes out of nowhere.

One moment you were walking behind him along the path, the next there were the sounds of screams so tortured that your heart lodged itself in your throat and you stopped cold, the blood running through you freezing in your veins.

You hadn't even realized you were turning around to run the other direction, until you felt a hand grab the neck of your cardigan and unceremoniously yank you back.

The instinct to fight the demon as he wrestles you into a secure hold is strong, but you're no match against the strong arms that pin your back into his chest.

Only seconds pass before he's practically lifting you off the path and carrying you behind a thick tree.

"Calm down, you idiot!" He hisses in your ear.

"I don't wanna look- please! JK please!" You breathe out, panicky, "Please- please don't make me look, I don't- I can't-"

The feeling of you shaking in his arms gives him pause for a millisecond before he's back to rolling his eyes at your weakness.

The tears come before you can even process what's happening.

Because it's too late.

You already saw; you're already staring straight at a thin middle-aged man, covered in something red and steaming as he screams while trying to climb out of the deep river of boiling blood that is full of his heartless companions.

The only reason he never climbs out is because each time he tries; an arrow is shot at him, causing him to shriek again before tumbling back into the thick crimson waves. The other sinners fare no better.

Centaurs patrol the sides of the river, crossbows at the ready as they shoot mercilessly at anyone that tries to escape.

Dear Lord, please help me.

An anguished cry falls from your own lips as you try desperately to close your eyes.

Help me.

He tightens the grip he has on you before turning you both around so that his back is facing the river and all you can see are the once again colorless trees.

The sight of a weeping angel wrapped in the arms of a demon as he slowly sinks to the ground with her would baffle any living thing.

"You won’t be able to close your eyes, just look at the trees," He mumbles as you cry uncontrollably.

‘Can't close your eyes.’

‘Look at the blood upon your hands.’

‘Look at what you chose to do.’

‘Would you do it again?’

‘Of course you would-’

That haunting voice that entered your mind when you were being thrown around in the second circle creeps back in, sending a burning chill into your bones.

‘-because look at that blood you drown in.’

‘Look at that blood upon your hands.'

‘It's too beautiful to resist.’

‘You hate Him, don't you?’

‘You hate Him because He did this to you.’

‘He created you.’

‘Look at His creation now.’

‘Wallowing in the blood of innocent victims.’

‘So pathetic.’

‘But you'd do it again, wouldn't you?’

‘Of course you would-’

Your whole body is shaking like a leaf as you use every ounce of strength in you to push that vile voice from your brain.

You will not stand to hear it.

You know who it is now.

You know those words were not aimed at you, but at the prisoners here. As they were in the second circle.

They merely happened to get stuck in your head as a side-effect of being present there.

You will not listen to the poisonous wretch.

Get out.

Get out of my head.

You are not allowed in my mind.

Get out right now.

GET! OUT!

JK feels your whole body tense up for a few moments, then you slump against him, no longer fighting.

You stare blankly at the black and white and gray smudges around you, the sound of screams muffling as you blink slowly.

"-is it?"

A loud ringing pierces your ears as you stare ahead numbly.

You can't close your eyes, but at least you aren't watching what is happening behind you.

"-ell me what's-"

A small smile lifts the corners of your lips when you see the wispy image of two little kids running through the naked trees, their ghostly laughter reaching your ears.

"-idiot. You n-"

"Apple!"

"Hey-"

"You're late, Apple-"

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry," The mumbled words from your lips make the demon frown in confusion as he gently smacks your forehead.

"Hey, come to your senses, idiot."

He sighs and adjusts you the best he can with your dead weight as you mumble and stare at something deep in the forest that isn't there.

When you slump back into his chest, he gives up and leans back with a heavy sigh, his long legs parted to fit your figure in between them, his arms behind him as he leans on his hands, shaking his head in irritation.

As if the situation could've gotten any worse.

They must be having fun.

You swallow, your dry throat making it a bit hard to breathe.

You can feel hands grabbing at you as you start to slip, a voice calling to you, but the words are whisked away by the wind.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I won't let go.

The rest of the dead forest fades away, soon being replaced by lush bushes full of berries, trees full of long branches that squirrels scamper across, and golden sunlight kissing the soft earth.

Cold fingers touch your face.

Warm sun heats up your freezing cheeks.

A chilled breath whispers something softly.

You want to whisper back.

The words get stuck in your throat.

You don't have to be scared anymore.

I can take care of you now.

I promise.

I'll never let go again.

The sound of a bubbling brook reaches your ears, followed by little giggles that float through the air and dance through the ruffling leaves of the apple tree.

They sound so happy.

You blink slowly, the smile on your face growing a little more even as your consciousness slips from you.

Then you can see them once more.

Running.

Running through the trees.

There's the swing, gently swinging back and forth before jolting when the little girl grabs the rope handles, laughing loudly before a squeal leaves her lips.

The boy is there, touching her shoulder gently, "Get on, I'll push you."

She climbs onto the swing as he holds it steady, then he moves behind it and holds the ropes tightly and walks backwards.

"Hold on tight, Apple. This is going to be the highest one yet!"

The small girl has a huge radiant smile on her face as she kicks her feet excitedly, waiting patiently as her best friend pulls the swing back farther than usual before letting go.

As he pushes her, the smile on his face widens at the sound of her joy.

"Higher!"

The blue sky and fluffy white clouds peek through the leaves above her, a mesmerizing view.

This must be what it feels like to fly.

She closes her eyes and pictures soaring up and up.

She has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're black.

Maybe they're white.

She looks down at the tops of the trees, the tufts of green that look so different from up above.

Nothing can reach her up here.

Here she can laugh.

Here she can cry.

The sun is so close that it reaches out to kiss her cheek as she flies by.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she is free.

She calls to him.

He can be free too.

She calls for him to come have fun.

He has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're white.

Maybe they're black.

It's okay.

Nothing can reach them up here.

Here they can laugh, and cry, and love.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she can live.

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a/n: tysm for being so patient loves, it's good to finally be back 😭

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Talk to Me | k. bakugo

Fantasy AU!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader

WARNING(S): suggestive content, angst, lack of communication, abandonment issues if you squint, name calling, toxic dynamic (they're actually a fucking hot mess), making out, shifty hands, sex innuendos, established relationship.

COUNT: 3.4K words [10 mins.]

READ MORE: masterpost [students + bakugo masterlists]

A/N: bro a good bit of this was written in like 2019 n i had to come up with something. originally, this was requested by someone ion fw no mo but i wanted to finish it lol. 😭 i didnt want it to end up in smut (like it was requested) so now you have this like… angsty-vague thing! idk lol. this will be followed by a hc part two that is more ehhhhh mature. ALSO if youre relationship is like this, do not let it be, amen. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank for reading. 👵🏽

“Where the fuck is she, dunce face?!” Bakugo demanded, shaking the frightened dark-haired blonde who had his signature lighten bolt streak in it. The startled warlock tries to pry himself out of the explosive man's strong grip in irritation.

“I-I don’t know! She came around here like a week ago! How am I supposed to know?!” Kaminari exclaims, tears now beading in his eyes, whining desperately wanting to get away from his angry friend. Bakugo glares deeply into Kaminari’s eyes before letting him go, not passing up the opportunity to judge the space and ignores Kaminari rambling about his potions.

“There goes this week's rent portion…” He pouts cleaning up the bottles and trying to seperate them to put off to the side as he tries to fix the mess Bakugo made.

‘If you aren’t here now, then where the hell would you be?’ Bakugo huffs in thought as he leaves the small shop and looks around the area. The man’s anger quickly continued to scale up as he tried to think of something quick. As of now, he had recently been to every place you frequented, this shop being the last resort on his hunt for you. Suddenly he has an ingenious idea, the burst of thought sending him storming back into his friend’s store once again. Kaminari jumps as the door slams open and whimpers in protest pointing an angry finger at Bakugo.

“No get out! You already cause enough damage-”

“Does it look like I give a damn?! Use your stupid orb!” Bakugo growls, marching up to the frightened warlock with his fists balled.

“It’s not an orb, I've told you that!” A pout is seen on his lips, the warlock holding a stern look as a warning. He carefully scoops up the aforementioned tool and glares at Bakugo to protect it from his wrath. Kaminari scrambles in fear when Bakugo bucks at him, not wanting to provoke the haughty man any further. “Fine, fine! But it's not going to be free, nor will I let you smash my crystal ball.”

Bakugo mutters a few curses under his breath before digging into one of his pouches. It takes a few moments before he grabs a considerable amount and slams down a shit ton of money onto the merchant's counter. Kaminari purses his lips and hesitantly leans in to look at the lump sum, raising his brow a bit at how “little” the amount is. A few more curse words and snide remarks are set against him before he happily smiles at the new total.

“Who would you like to see, kind sir?” Kaminari beams.

“Whatever, that bitch who thought she could best me.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to visualize what's happening in the distant moment. His brows raise a bit as he sees the familiar scenery, opening his eyes and a few sparks run through him as he looks around almost as if he was in the moment himself.

“I wh… Um it looks like they’re-”

““They’re?” Who are they with-”

“Yeah! This is the place I found them, he could hook you up with--Bakugo?” Kirishima asks, pausing as he stares at the disastrous scene before him. His left brow quirks as he could already tell Kaminari was using his orb. He grins with a chuckle, crossing his arms. “Who are you stalking now-”

“That bitch!” Bakugo fumes, pupils turning into slits as they land upon you. You cross your arms and step back each time he stomps towards you until he has you cornered up against a wall. Kirishima is quick to pull him off, Bakugo shoving him off as he glares sharply at you. “I thought thieves aren't allowed in this part of town.” Bakugo growls without paying any attention to his friends, his boiling rage making you scoff out a laugh.

“Is that how you talk to people, fuck face?” You cross your arms and tilt your chin up at him.

Bakugo immediately goes in to lunge at you, the other men in the room moving to get between you two. “You know you took my fucking money, bitch!”

His exclamation seemingly offends the other two although it wasn't directed at them, a round of dramatic gasps sounding from them. The red haired dragon who brought you in presses his hand against Bakugo's chest to hold him back, while the warlock behind the raging barbarian takes his place in holding his arms back.

“Bakugo! What's gotten into you?!” Kirishima asks before giving you a questionable look that undeniably had a look of sympathy behind it as well.

“They took my money at the bar and never paid me back,” Bakugo bucks at you with each word, a smug grin breaking out into your lips as you suddenly remember what had happened prior to his drastic outburst. “30,000¥!”

“You make a ton of money, you've probably made it back already.” You roll your eyes in correspondence.

Recently, Bakugo has once again felt trifled by you. You and Katsuki had known each other for quite some time now, and have a long wrap sheet with each other. Truth be told, Katsuki sure as hell made up the money you had taken in no time—but that isn't the principle of what you had done. Most importantly that he let himself get played so easily, especially from you.

About two weeks ago, on the night the notorious barbarian had come back from one of his tours, he had only one thing on his mind: unwind. Of course doing that was hard with his status and all, especially from all the promoting he had been doing for months. If there was one thing he could complain about, it would be about how tedious touring is, but that's not what we're focusing on here.

We're focusing on the fact you swindled him out of his fucking money.

That night at the bar was a bittersweet one—Katsuki’s only plan was to get in and get out.

He didn't want to talk to anyone (ever) or fake entertaining conversations and all that bullshit. Hell, if it was possible he'd have to commission Kaminari to make a device of some sort to handle that shit for him in his non-communicative moods. Thankfully, when he was like this , the stingy aura that came from him usually shooed people away from him. Everyone but you.

One moment Katsuki was inhaling the sharp and tangy scent of whisky in his glass as he downed that bad boy in one gulp. When he placed his glass down and motioned for the bartender to fill another, a familiar scent that wasnt the alcoholic beverage overtook his senses. Soon enough, the pressure of someone's body was against his muscled arm and similar limbs wrapped around his forearm.

“Katsu,” You whispered in his ear, smiling deviously as he didn't even try to hide the shiver that you elicited from him. “I missed you, why didn't you tell me you were in town?” You pouted and took a seat next to him.

“I just got back, how the fuck am I supposed to tell you that, exactly?” He grumbled, taking another sip from his glass to ease his stress.

“You could've lettered me.” You take his glass and have a helping for yourself, a hiss following after as you finish your serving. “I don't know how you drink these things -”

“What do you want, Y/N?” He finally faces you and snatches the glass out your hand and slams it down on the surface for another helping. A sharp look pointed at the attendant makes them quickly go to make another glass for him.

“Come with me tonight, haven't seen you in forever.”

The suggestion easily made his cock stir. It didn't help that your newly placed hand now sat at the top of his thigh, mischievous hands softly squeezing around the area but not reaching the place he needed you most.

You always had such an easy effect on him, something he hated. Which is why you two were on some fucked up on and off relationship that had no real direction.

You two would care for each other like devoted lovers, but then the next moment you two were arguing like there was no tomorrow. You would have amazing sex, and then jealousy would ensue. Various moments on where you two would find solace in one other was always drowned out by the toxic compatibility you two had going on. Just two individuals who had a lot to give but no clue how to healthily do so.

Irredeemably so, he liked what he had with you. It was toxic for sure and everyone was sick of it except for the two of you. He wasn't even sure how it even developed into this. Unorthodoxly Katsuki was always willing to do anything for you, as you would for him. Except he has resources you didn't, especially money.

That night when he let you come over to his place without second thought is the night where the longest beef you guys had in your “relationship” started. Your original idea was to bring him back to your place but seeing how fucked up he was before you had even got to the bar made you almost feel sorry for him. You begrudgingly dealt with his slobbering and drunk self as you tended to him, periodically swatting away his shifty hands and sloppy kisses.

“Mmnnn thought you’re gonna suck it..?” Katsuki tugged at your waist and pulled you into his lap, his boner proudly pressing into your hip.

“I'm not fucking you in this condition, Katsuki.” You roll your eyes and lay him back down on his bed and somehow manage to untangle yourself from his grasp. When you stand up again you press his shoulders back and point your finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. “I'm being fucking serious! Go to bed or I'll tie you up.”

“You're not my fucking mom!” Katsuki looked you up and down with angered sass, crossing his arms and defiantly looking away with a huff.

“Good, cuz you certainly wouldn't be acting like this!”

“Don't talk shit about my mom!”

“You brought her up first you dumbass!”

With Bakugo’s stubborn nature, he ended up arguing with you until he passed out. All your other attempts beforehand were as domestic as they could be, but of course this is the way you could get him to fall asleep.

You took a few moments to watch him sleep peacefully, his face as beautiful as an angel. His eyebrows that always furrowed in tension were eased and relaxed, the small wrinkles in his forehead smoothing as he fell into slumber. His eyelashes were a luscious and gorgeous batch although being short. His mouth was slightly agape as he started to snore, his body now completely in slumber from his extenuating busy job. You carefully leaned over to close his mouth to avoid the snoring and place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back. It really was lost on you why you two couldn't just function normally but that was something to figure out on another time.

You quietly but hastily put together the things that could help him for when he wakes up in the morning, even cooking him up something that could be reheated without losing its quality. You carefully set everything up on his nightstand and left a little note for him to read when he wakes up. Getting ready to leave, you realize something sticking out of the pocket he was once wearing that night. You glance at him one last time before tip toeing your way to his pants pocket and light upon your discovery.

30,000¥

The way your pupils dilated in circumference gave you expert vision in being able to examine the money, and wasted no time whatsoever counting the dollars over. Shamelessly, you made your decision fast. In record timing you were stuffing the wad of cash into your shirt and happily trotting out of his place into the young night.

The two males who devotedly choose to stay neutral in the matter moved a little, their wary expression now falling on you for your rebuttal.

You look away with a bit of shame, pouting as you do so. “I needed it for something.”

“So you wait till I'm sleeping?! What'd you even use it for!”

“That's none of your business!”

“Hell yes it is, it's my fucking money!”

Kaminari swears under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose as you two start your yelling match, looking over at the other unlucky bystander that so happened to be there. Kirishima deeply sighs and nods as he steps back from them, his friend doing the same.

“You know what? Why don't you two go settle this in the backroom,” Kaminari yells over you both and waves an arm between you two to gather your attention. He gives a forced smile and dramatically swings his arms to motion your attention towards the hall of the shop. “I'd rather you two be a nuisance where my products and eardrums aren't in jeopardy.” Although his words are framed as a suggestion, it's imposed as a command; he respectively grabs both of you and tugs you to his ‘meditation room' (he uses it for when he sleeps on the clock) and shoves you two in there.

A pregnant silence follows you two when your fate in the enclosed place is sealed by the sound of his friend’s footsteps walking away. There's no doubt you two are locked in here, Kaminari has done that several times as you guys more than often ended up having bickering sessions in his shop. You hesitantly look up at him as you two are a few meters away from each other. You, closer to the bed as he was close to the door. When your eyes meet with his, Bakugo charges at you with conviction.

With quick steps he's right in front of you and gripping your jaw in one hand, red eyes burning into yours. Without any prior notice he leans in to press a kiss to your lips with force, his plump lips softening the blow. You groan against his mouth and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, both of you in a fight for a dominance that neither of you want to give up. Angrily fighting against each other for different reasons.

His hands greedily grip at your hips and forces you to sit down on the bed, his handling breaking the rough kiss. Heated contact between you two doesn't halt yet, but neither of you move to remove any clothes, just simply trying to get close to one another. You chase his lips as he takes pride in starving you of the pressure of his lips, his actions prompting you to grab the back of his neck and cement him on you again.

As of now his body is completely pressed against yours as you two occupy the bed, tensions rising in the warm room. This time when pulls away for air you don't protest, allowing yourself to catch up with him.

“Tell me why you're angry, hm?” Bakugo asks in a low voice, lips brushing against yours tauntingly. His hands although so used to gripping your hips so roughly held your body so tenderly, his gaze stuck on your lips and his body pressed against yours. Your silence does bring a concern to his thoughts, eye flickering up to meet yours.

Your bottom lip quivers as you can’t find yourself to speak like how you usually do, not even a toxic or sassy remark to mask how overwhelmed you felt. There's only a short moment where you wordlessly try to come up with something, maybe some pathetic excuse to mask your worries but nothing comes up. Instead, you breakdown in a sob, heart clenching in humiliation as you ca longer hide your anxiety behind toxicity and anger. Bakugo coos at your burst in emotions, enveloping you in a hug as he knew better than to press for more information. Against your will, your body succumbs to his familiar heat, face nuzzled into the comfort of his neck.

“I really would've appreciated it if you were here with me when I had my diagnosis, Katsuki.” You start off not wanting to continue, already knowing that he wouldn't like what you wanted to tell him. “I know you told me not to go alone, but… months? You didn't even tell me when you were going to be back.”

You feel your lover’s body tense up as he pulls away, his face stern as he tilts his head to meet your eyes. “You know I told you not to go alone—”

“I know but I couldn't wait anymore. It was killing me,” You solemnly look up at him for comfort.

His eyes soften immediately as you look at him and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting you rest against him as he settles for holding you tight. Bakugo wasn't good at these things, saying stuff that could make you feel better. But one thing was for sure, he liked holding you and he knew that's something you needed right now. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts he speaks to you.

“I just don't want you going through this by yourself. I'm not mad at you, okay?” Bakugo reassured you softly, large and warm hand rubbing your back as you completely leaned on him. “I know we go through some shit but I know it was selfish of me to leave so soon.” You merely nod, giving him a squeeze as you can't find any words to formulate. “I guess I was also scared to find out, but I should've been here with you instead…” Katsuki takes a few moments to gather himself, nervously biting his lip as he mutters against your hair, “I’m sorry.”

A silence falls between you two, a comfortable one albeit the circumstances and atmosphere. There were many things that needed to be talked about but a silent mutual agreement settled between you two as you calmed your chaotic energies. You couldn't even remember the last time you and Bakugo did this—just basking in each other without the verbal fights between you two. You both had to admit that it was a weird but welcoming experience. Bakugo shifts as he attempts to readjust himself, clearing his throat as he does so.

“When's the next appointment?” Bakugo breaks the silence.

“Um,” You pull yourself up from his embrace, rubbing your eyes as you gather yourself up. “Tomorrow at three o’clock.”

Bakugo seems to think for a moment as he glances at the clock on the wall, eyes later searching for a calendar. He definitely had some stuff to do tomorrow but he was willing to clear some space for you.

“... Do you want me to come?” Your boyfriend looks down at you, features softer than ever. His expression was similar to his sleeping one, his calm and delicate features being highlighted. Your pupils dilate upon being asked and you quickly nod your head, not being able to hide the flustered smile sprouting into your lips.

“O-Of course!” You hold his hand. The blonde haired male looks away flustered at how endearing you look, rolling his eyes as he hesitantly lets you hold his hand affectionately.

“Oi, quit acting like that.”

“Like what?! Don't ruin the moment!”

“Acting all soft n’ shit, it's weird!”

“Don't fricken start with me, Mr. “I Don't Want You to Go Through This Alone!””

On the other side of the door, two nosy friends have their ears pressed against the door, a questionable glance being met as they slowly retreat from the door. Kaminari does a motion with his hand to silently unlock the door, a small sigh coming from Kirishima as he crosses his arms.

“You think they're good?” He whispers, not risking being heard from the couple in the room.

Kaminari snorts and leads the way back to his shop with a shrug, “They'll be just fine.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo x reader #fantasy au!bakugo #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha imagines #sav's sfwing

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bats-and-birds-24 · 6 months ago

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Chapter 7:

Bruce wanted to punch the batcomputer's screen. Instead, he just sighs and tries to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

Tim had every right to take some time off being Robin of course. He was kidnapped and tortured by the Joker for 10 hours, heck, Bruce wouldn't even question him if he quit after this.

Unfortunately, he was well aware of how hard headed his sidekick can be. He was certain that Tim was not recuperating but was holed up in his nest working on cases.

Bruce could see right through the camera trick Tim tried in Drake manor, but at Alfred's advice, he decided not to bring it up.

He could still hear Alfred's exasperated voice ringing in his ears, "Master Bruce, young master Tim needs rest, and since he's as stubborn as you are, this is best we can expect. At least he's not on the field yet. If you go there now the two of you will only argue again and set back both your relationship and his recovery."

Alfred's logic was sound, so he contented himself with checking up on Tim via a tracking chip sewn into the soles of the Robin boots. The tracker for the first few weeks, only showed him staying at his nest or occasionally going out for walks on Gotham's southern shoreline.

Nothing seemed out of ordinary up until Tim's tracker showed him at Sullivan's Island, a league of shadows base in Gotham. As he was scrambling to put on his suit, the dot disappeared entirely, confirming his worst fears.

He had already failed Tim like he failed Jason once before, recalling his time kidnapped by the Joker, and now he's failing him again by letting him get kidnapped again in the same month!

What sort of mentor was he?

He suits back up and prepared to head to Sullivan Island, he won't let there be another dead Robin. Not again.

Jason's training with Cass soon became his favourite part of the day. The sparring was invigorating and important, but chatting with Cass during break was even better. She reminded him of the street kids he came across back at the Alley. Sweet to anyone who deserved it, but an absolute nightmare to anyone who crossed them.

Midway through their training, Talia had introduced another child, Bruce's son as a matter of fact. That much was glaringly obvious as Damian had Bruce's eyebrows, jet black hair, and incredible stubborn streak. The only things that reminded him of his mother were his green eyes that tilted ever so slightly upwards.

At three years old and barely two feet tall, he was the weakest member of their trio, which didn't say much as all three of them could take down at least two grown men.

Damian was bossy, arrogant, and calculating. All traits of Bruce that he hated.

However, some of Bruce's better traits would shine forth at times, such as when he saw a trainee break a birds nest and rushed forward to fight her. Once separated he refused to apologize as he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Jason couldn't help it, he loved kids and he had at some point loved Bruce, so it only felt natural that he would end up loving Damian. The day he sleepily called him Akhi on accident was still fresh in his mind, and still brought a smile to his face.

He loved Cass and Damian, they were his little siblings. As his days in Nanda Parbat went by, the memories of the past were beginning to fade, and now the feelings that used to debilitate him, only felt a little sore.

Jason wanted nothing to change, for the first time, in a long time, he felt at peace.

Tim woke up in a dark room luxuriously decorated. A sharp pain on his abdomen called for his attention.

Tim checked under his bandages and noticed the distinct bumps of a cut that was neatly sewn shut. He assumed Talia had taken care of his stab wound for him, and filed it away that he should thank her later.

He debated leaving the room to scope out his surroundings, but after wincing in pain at trying to lift up his head, decided for once, that it would be best to stay put.

His eyes heavy, he drifted off to sleep.

#marked au #batfamily #batfam #batsiblings #batman #dc robin #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #red hood #red robin #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batgirl #black bat #orphan #robin dc #league of assassins #talia al ghul

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not-fitzwilliam-darcy · 2 months ago

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✨ONE DIRECTION (Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

🌻Leave the Sunshine out

"You alright there, lad?”

Harry startled, and drew his hand away so fast it hit the coffee cup, spilling it on the tawny brown table and the dry brownies, which became soggy enough soon. The ‘oh shit’ from the enabler of the crime goes unheard as Harry scrambles to move his precious laptop away from the mess. It gets a little too hard to breathe, a little too stuffy, everything feels uncomfortable and too sudden and hard to comprehend and there’s a yellow rag and someone’s wiping the table and it goes round and round and round…

“Hey! Earth to pretty boy! Are you alright?”

Harry blinks, heartbeat running a goddamned marathon and skin tingling like Velcro tape. It takes him a moment to focus but when he finally lands his gaze on the boy, well, his world kind of stops.

***

Harry should really send that email before it's past deadline but he's anxious. Louis is the cute barista that distracts him.

🌻Ready for a war

Harry is a hero, Louis is a villain. Louis wants to destroy the one Harry loves.

🌻She is Beauty, We are World Class

Harry grinned widely. "Okay," he said, giggling. "Take me out to somewhere nice then, Mr. Tomlinson. I’m free tomorrow."

"I will, I promise." Louis couldn’t help reflecting Harry’s grin. "Meet me near the Royal Opera House, at four thirty?"

Harry hesitated. "What if someone sees?"

"Someone is bound to see." Louis’ smile dimmed a little, the fear that pulsed through him earlier in the evening coming back. "But society is blind to things they do not want to see, love. Let’s take advantage of it."

"As the historians say, they were friends."

"I’d even go so far as to say they were roommates."

***

A 70's London AU where Louis loses himself, and Harry finds him before he gets lost.

🌻Honey, I rose up from the dead (I do it all the time)

It became a thing.

His fate was already written. Louis William Tomlinson was dead—or, rather, supposed to be dead.

And yet.

***

Where Louis doesn't want to die and a hundred years later, Harry is still trying to kill him.

🌻Sculpt my World (in the palm of your hand)

What Louis needed was to relax. A pint or two with his friends, take someone home, and let out the pent-up frustration, maybe. That would have helped him.

Not this whatever-hipster-earthy shit that Zayn takes him to on the only day of the week he’s free.

Kil’n it! Pottery and Ceramic Studio

Pasted on the glass door was a hand-written sign: Pottery classes Every Saturday from 10:00–11:30.

"Zayn." Louis refused to put his foot in that monstrosity without an explanation. "What am I doing here?"

"Relaxing?" Zayn asked questioningly.

"I thought of a spa day." Louis was getting desperate. "Massage, pampering, going to the bar, and drinking my liver off?"

Zayn just rolled his eyes. "It’s ten in the morning, Lou; we’re not getting drunk when the sun is high."

***

Louis just wanted to spend his free day relaxing. Pottery helps.

🌻Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Harry's savior complex has often led him to rather questionable situations, but this might take the cake. When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. Yes, Louis does seem to give unorthodox courting gifts, but he is rather endearing and Harry is just an omega, after all.

✨ GOOD OMENS (Aziraphale/Crowley)

🌻Raindrops

Time is a fickle thing; Nina and Maggie had gotten married, and Muriel had finally understood the mechanics of running a bookshop without actually selling any books. Seeing them mended his heart in a way he couldn’t explain, and by some feat, Crowley had lived again, regardless -knit friendship he had formed with the bottles in the attic, and he kept going on.

Someday, he’d be strong enough to leave. He’d go away somewhere far, where his memory isn’t tainted by a love he wasn’t meant to feel.

But for the time being, Crowley drank.

***

Crowley and his terrible coping mechanisms. It rains a lot, and somewhere out where no one knows, an angel cried.

#larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #good omens #larry fanfiction #harry styles #crowley #larry fic #ao3 #aziraphale #fic masterlist #fic masterpost

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mekachu04 · 2 months ago

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Kidd is 9 - almost 10 & Killer is 13 - almost 14

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Children in danger

dealing with past abandonment issues

beginnings of self-worth issues for the both of them

Kidd's kinda a little shit in this

Killer's not much better especially at the start

homeless/extreme poverty

Sleeping Together

as in actually sleeping

Huddled for warmth

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"It's itchy"

"It's warm. Shut up"

"It's ugly."

"So are you. Now shut up."

"It smells funny."

Killer snarled at him, "Then fucking freeze for all I care!" He jerked away, crawling out of the cubby they'd nested down in for the night before stalking off, leaving Kidd shivering in the ugly monstrosity that he was pretty sure had been thrown out for good reason. He knew beggars couldn't be choosers, but this thing couldn't possibly be a real coat someone had made on purpose. He was pretty sure it was some animal's actual skin and the body had just rotted out and left it's fur behind.

Kidd sulked in the dark hole, nose wrinkled at the weird wet smell of the coat. It was far smaller than their last place, but Killer had insisted they move once the weather changed. And then he'd packed it with all the cloth and paper trash he could find until the two of them barely fit anymore.

A month ago it had been unbearable. Last week it had been a claustrophobic nightmare. Half an hour ago, it had been a warm safe - if not smell, itchy - place to sleep. Kidd pulled the coat to his chin, watching the open space warily. Eventually, everyone left and never came back again. He wondered if this would be the time Killer didn't come back.

Little frozen flakes of snow were starting to cling to the cold metal scrap at the mouth of their shelter. Still no Killer.

Well good riddance. At least this time Kidd would know why. He'd leave his ungrateful ass behind too if he could.

Still.. Still, there was a hurt that Kidd didn't like at all, a painful knot in his chest that just got worse when he sniffed back the hot angry tears that threatened. He threaded his arms through the coat sleeves and hugged himself just so he didn't feel so alone, staring at the dark shadows of insulation.

"Killer?" he wasn't begging. He didn't Beg, not anymore. But..

"What?" came a dull reply and Kidd scrambled out from the shelter, looking frantically around to see Killer sitting in the snow above the crawl-way, knees pulled up to his chin, hunched in on himself.

He looked as miserable as Kidd felt.

Kidd looked away, scrubbing at his own face, before sniffing disdainfully. "What are you doing, sitting out here like that. You stupid or something?"

Killer just shrugged, talking to his knees, "The way you were bitching, didn't seem like you wanted me around right now." His hair had curled a bit when it was still warm enough to melt the snow, and now the flakes clung to the wild edges like a white halo, making it look twice as thick as normal.

It was going to be a whole ordeal to try and get it dried now. Kidd scowled. "So you are stupid."

Killer chuckled, his stupid little fwa fwa laugh that had Kidd rolling his eyes.

"Would you get back inside before you turn into Am Fear Liath Mòr or some shit?"

"I dunno. Being that tall might be cool."

"Tch. Good luck with that," Kidd snickered, pulling the coat higher and staring at Killer until the teen got the hint and got up. It took some negotiating, but they crawled back inside, Kidd frowning at the wet cold chill that had ensnared Killer and followed them into the dark.

Killer's face was pale, a hint of blue at his lips and fingers, and Kidd did not like at all how Killer refused to nestle back under the coat with him, like he was suddenly afraid to touch him. Which was really stupid because they'd never had that problem before.

"You can stop being dumb now," Kidd told him matter-of-fact, kicking at him a little to get Killer to stop trying to cuddle him from outside the coat. "Seriously, you're practically the Greyman already, get under the coat."

It was hard to see Killer's expression like this, but Kidd could picture it in his mind, that pout he did where his nose scrunched up and his lips went flat and he looked completely unamused with whatever shit Kidd was caught up in at the time. Only this time, it was trying to get Killer warmed back up and Kidd was starting to worry just a little bit.

"I'm... You'll get cold."

"And I'll warm you back up - world balances itself out. Now come on, we don't have all night! I'm tired."

Killer relented and Kidd very carefully did not hiss or flinch when Killer's cold skin brushed his own, and then Kidd pretended he wasn't imitating an octopus and wrapping himself around his friend for any particular reason. He only relaxed when Killer finally warmed up enough to start shivering again.

One day... one day he'd be Boss, Kidd decided, he'd be Boss and he'd have all the nicest clothes and him and Killer would have those pretty fur coats that didn't smell funny. They'd have clothes that wouldn't itch and and would belong to just them. Killer wouldn't have to dig clothes out of the trash anymore or beg Victoria for old things that she'd outgrown. And he wouldn't have to worry about making them last or trying to patch them up for Kidd to wear next. No more wrappings around shoes because the soles starting coming off, or Killer trying to fold old newspapers up in a way to replace them entirely when Kidd accidentally lost one in the Heaps running away from the dogs.

Kidd looked away from the piling snow outside, burying his face in the crook of Killer's neck, coat pulled up high around them both to fight the chill.

One day.

#Am Fear Liath Mòr is like a 20 foot tall scottish folk creature #their version of the yeti/Sasquatch/bigfoot #sometimes also just called the Greyman #kikitober2024 #eustass captain kidd #massacre soldier killer #my work #fanfic #fanart #a03 #kidkiller #one piece #KiKi #キドキラ

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villain-philia · 2 years ago

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after everything, megumi still has the nightmares to deal with. the worst part is that they aren’t even entirely made-up, more like a patchwork of flashbacks and this feeling under his skin like he’s not the one moving his limbs.

yuji has them too, but he’s had them for longer and learned his own little tricks to deal with them. megumi still sits up in the middle of the night with a gasp, panting and sweating and scrambling away from yuji.

“what if it isn’t just me,” he asks with so much fear in his voice that it breaks yuji’s heart. “don’t come close, what if it isn’t just me?”

“okay,” yuji always placates him, goes with it, because he knows just how deep this fear runs. it’s no use trying to argue. “let’s test it, then. do what i say, ok?”

megumi nods, still as far as their little bed allows him to go, back flush against the wall.

“raise your left hand.”

megumi raises his left hand.

“raise your right one.”

megumi does.

“make a fist with your hands, and then unclench your fingers one by one.”

as if he’s counting his own breaths, megumi flexes his fingers open slowly. yuji nods encouragingly.

“what’s my favorite breakfast?”

at this, megumi smiles a little, caught off guard. “eggs and curry, extra spicy.”

yuji nods again, more enthusiastic. “see? it’s you. here, final test.” he takes megumi’s hand and guides it up to his neck. megumi tries to pull back, eyes wide in fear, but yuji’s grip is sure. “trust me.”

tentatively, megumi rests his hand on his throat, the ghost of a touch, barely there at all.

“we can count to ten together.”

still mute with fear, megumi only manages a curt nod. his breath comes in shallow gasps, muscles tense and ready to jump. they count. 7, 8, 9, and 10.

“see? it’s just you.” yuji raises his own hand and wraps it around megumi’s fist, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand in soothing circles. “it’s just you, and you would never hurt me.”

they don’t fall back asleep, but they do lie back down, and megumi pulls yuji close against his chest, like only he would.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk hc #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #itafushi #itafushi angst #itafushi hc #itafushi headcanon #itfs #itafushi fic #itadori x fushiguro #fushiita

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mermaidmoose · 1 year ago

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First Contact: The Laser Incident

In your defense, when you had selected the "laser" option that popped up on the screen of your gauntlet you had expected a laser pointer. One of those green, high powered ones used to help locate stars and planets. The large, smoldering crater that now marred the garish pink wall proved otherwise.

On one hand you were glad your large, flame themed ward had not been around to witness this. He had dumped you onto his desk and traipsed off chattering away in a collection of garbled clicks and electronic noises. But how would he react to this situation? The mech may seem overly friendly but you had never damaged anything before. What kind of punishment could (or would) he inflict on you?

'Maybe he won't notice' an overly-optimistic voice chirps from within your head. It sounded awfully similar to your 10 year old self, and delusional at that. No way anyone could miss a hole that size suddenly materializing in their living space. As if summoned by your thoughts alone, the tell-tale shakes of someone approaching the room manifested. Man, did it feel like your universal luck was terrible. So you did what anyone would naturally do.

You quickly scramble back inside the little "habitat" Rodimus had set up on his desk. As you hid under the various towels that made up your bedding, you felt like a child who had broken something and was about to get a severe scolding. You were only holding off the inevitable, you knew that. All you could do was hunker down in your shame and fear as the loud shwoosh of an opening door sealed your fate.

Rodimus opened his mouth to call out to his little friend and froze at the smell of burning metal. Turning his head slightly to the right his optics widen at the smoldering crater in his wall. He quickly steps over and bends down to get a better look, squinting in confusion. "How the hell ...?" He reaches up and activates his comm link. "Yo Brainstorm! You been making laser weapons again? We talked about this!" "Do you have any idea how little that narrows things down? Most of our weapons are laser based." "Ok but I think one of them somehow blew a hole in my wall? How exactly would that happen?" Rodimus grouses back, picking at the edges of the crater. He was not looking forward to the patch and paint job this would require. "Uh, honestly that doesn't ring any bells. I've been working on these holomatter avatars for the past 24-hours, so no touching any weaponry ... I can feel your judgy, non-believing stare over the comms, but I'm telling the truth." Brainstorm protests.

Rodimus vents out a long, tired sigh. "Fine, I'll let go and presume this isn't related to you. But someway, somehow I now have a blaster hole in my office and I want to figure out who, and how." "Oooh want to make sure our little fleshy friend didn't become fried eh? I can't really see anyone-"

Rodimus jolts up from his position as he sputters out "Okgoodtalkgottagobye" and quickly hangs up on Brainstorm. What if you were hurt? Or Primus forbid dead? He rushes over to his desk and rips the top of your "habitat" off in a panicked frenzy.

You scream and blindly burrow further into the towels, choosing flight over fight. You're a shaking mess as you feel those warm, yellow hands close in and scoop you up, towels and all. You wince as Rodimus peels off the towels with enough force to almost feel bruising. But the worst is when he lifts you up to eye-level, and you can feel him scrutinizing you through your space suit to an almost molecular degree. His expression shifts from panicked to grinning in moments though, and you find yourself suddenly pressed against his chest as the autobot lets out what you can only describe as some kind of "green noise".

As Rodimus hums to comfort both you and himself, he carefully relaxes into his office chair. You're safe, and that matters more than some stupid hole in his wall.

A hole in his wall that's desk height.

...

Wait a minute ...

#transformers #mtmte #rodimus #rodimus prime #first contact au #maccadam

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hunzzzzz · 9 months ago

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Fight for you - Chapter 3 : The exes

Kendall Roy x original female character

TW : SMUT !!! Read at your own risk 😩🤚🏽

A/N : okay so this is really long 11k+ words I’m sorry. I was gonna write it in 2 parts but it just needed to be all together !!

I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face, which faded as quick as it came. I stuck my tongue down Kendall Roys throat. I groaned, cradling my head in my hands, how could I have been so reckless? Allowing myself to get swooped up by his sweet words. This was a future scandal just bubbling beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second. I had worked too hard, to get to the position which I’m at now at Waystar, and to jeopardise that over this man was not worth it. And with that I cut off the wings of the butterflies, not allowing myself to get lost in them again. Vowing to think with my head, and not my vagina from now on.

I had managed to successfully avoid Kendall all morning, the distance was necessary, my mind scrambled to mush when he was close, all logic flew out the window.

At around lunch time, I heard a light tap on my door, my heart skipped a beat as my mind went to Kendall, but to my luck it was Steve.

Myself and Steve had become more than colleagues over the years, I considered him my closest friends. We oversaw numerous projects together, bounced ideas off of each other. We had synergy, he was the only person in my department who didn't see me as the enemy. He wasn't trying to stab me in the back at any given chance, instead we both wholeheartedly supported each other.

“Hope I'm not interrupting”, he grinned, strolling in and plonking down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Not at all.” I smiled, shutting my laptop. “What's up?”

“Lunch at our spot?” He asked, holding his hands together in a prayer. “I’m starving, and I fear if I eat the cafeteria food one more time this week, I might die from malnutrition or food poisoning or maybe even a combination of both.”

Feeling my stomach rumble, I agreed, and decided to ignore Kendall's message requesting to meet him for lunch. I needed a distraction, to rid myself of him living in my mind rent free. We made our way to a little cafe tucked away in a quiet street, only a 10 minute walk from work. We sat down with our regular order.

“So what’s going on with you,” he asked with a knowing look, “I hear you're entangled with Kendall Roy?”

“Oh great. So that's spread," I groaned. This is exactly what I was afraid of when he showed up at the 9th floor yesterday, unannounced.

“He's actually insufferable,” I felt guilty for lying, but what else was I supposed to say? Admit that I indulged in a steamy makeout with the COO of our company the night before?

“He's just invested in my project, it was really random, I think he's just trying to prove something to his father,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Mhm, invested in your project or invested in you?” He gave me a questioning look.

“Please, I wouldn't go near him with a 10 foot pole. Trust me.” Another lie.

“Yeah good, I thought maybe you were going through a quarter life crisis. He's bad news, don't get caught up in it,” He warned me.

After my previous relationship almost ended me, Steve had grown quite protective of me like an older brother I never had.

“I appreciate the concern. Thank you, but I promise you that will never happen. I'm just keeping my head down, working on this project with him. The sooner it's done, the sooner he'll be out of my hair.” I reassured Steve.

“Okay, okay," he nodded, easily convinced, “But now that I have you here, I need to ask you for a favour.”

“No, absolutely not. Whatever fight you have going on with Catherine this time. I'm not getting involved, last time-” I began defensively crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to get involved in whatever tiff he and his girlfriend –who I had grown to adore– had going on.

“Jesus woman, will you let me finish.” He cut me off, rolling his eyes. “I was going to ask if you would come to the Waystar charity Gala with me tonight.” He finished looking up at me with his puppy dog eyes. “Please, Catherine’s out of town this week and I need a pretty lady on my arm if I'm going to get any donations.”

“You want me to spend my Friday evening at a work event? Sorry Steve but it's a hard pass,” I shook my head.

“Please Harper, I’ll owe you one. Lunch on me for the next year.'' I sighed, finally agreeing to go, seeing as he was so desperate.

It's the least I could do to repay him for the endless favors he had done for me. Staying late at the office helping pick up my slack, covering for me when I took time off due to my devastating break up.

We made our way back to the office, after a much needed catch-up on all the gossip.

“Yup and now she’s pregnant, and she's keeping it.” Steve chuckled as we stepped into the lobby.

I threw my head back laughing, clutching onto his arm, almost losing my balance. “Oh my god, shut up. I'm gonna pee.” I said in between giggles, the large coke I had for lunch was catching up to me. “We need to stop talking before someone hears us.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the last person I wanted to see approach us.

“What's so funny?” Kendall asked, his eyes fixated on my hand on Steve's arm, which I immediately dropped. His eyes flashing with anger, possibly even jealousy?

Steve wasn't unattractive, he was a conventionally good looking guy, he was tall with broad shoulders. I know the women on the 9th floor swooned over him, running to make copies for him with the snap of his fingers, waiting by the door with his coffee in hand every morning. But to me he was just Steve, the guy who burps in my face after inhaling a burger or comes to me with his endless relationship problems.

“Nothing.” I quickly sobered up from my lunchtime giddiness, and put on a facade of professionalism.

“Uh-huh.” He didn't seem convinced, he finally looked over to Steve and plastered on a fake smile, “Kendall Roy,” He stuck out his hand.

“The man himself. Steve Murphy, pleasure to meet you,” Steve put on a fake smile matching Kendalls, giving him a firm handshake, a silent standoff. The tension in the lobby was heavy between both men who disapproved of each other, both for their own reasons.

Kendall finally released the handshake and turned to me pressing his lips in a straight line, “Could I grab you for a second Harper?”

“Yeah sure, Steve go ahead, I’ll see you later,” Steve furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any further though I could tell he wanted to. He gave a curt nod and left.

Kendall guided me to a quiet corner, placing his hand on the small of my back, but I swatted it away, weary of on-lookers. The last thing I needed was more rumors going around about me. People were just starting to forget that I was the sad, pathetic woman whose fiance had an affair with her best friend.

Kendall stood across from me with jaw clenched.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.

“I thought you didn't go out for lunch? Fucking, with your, uh, endless piles of work you have,” he narrowed his eyes.

“First of all not that it's even any of your business but I had some free time today. And second of all, I couldn't say no to Steve, I owed him one.”

“Uh-huh. You owed him one?” He probed, as if it was an interrogation and I was some kind of criminal on the loose.

“Don't worry about it,” I waved him off, “Okay if that is all, then I really have to get back,” I tried to step past him to leave, but he blocked my path

“No, actually, uh, I did want to ask you something,” he cleared his throat, a flash of nervousness breaking through. “Are you free tonight? I have this charity Gala thing I have to give a speech at, and I was wondering if you would, uh come with me?”

“Oh,” I stared at him blankly, “I actually already have a date for that.” I made a mental note in my head to thank Steve and give him a massive kiss on the cheek, for saving me from having to be Kendall's date.

“With who?” He asked, his mouth agape, “Is it that Stewart guy?

“It's Steve and like I said it’s none of your business,” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, before making my exit. “But I'll see you there,” I smiled over my shoulder, leaving him standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.

I left work early and stopped by a boutique on the way home. I had to dress to impress if I was going to help Steve land some donations tonight. Picking out a dress took more time than I had intended, I wanted to look good tonight, not for anyone in particular. Though the thought of Kendall kept creeping its way into my mind, I wondered which gown would he like? If he preferred red or black. I tried to convince myself that I wanted to feel sexy for myself and not for anyone else’s approval or validation.

I rushed home cutting it close to 7 pm, I quickly showered and began getting ready. Steve was picking me up at 8 and J could already hear him complaining about my tardiness. I finished doing my makeup, adding a deep red lipstick. I slipped into my gown adjusting myself in the mirror. I had decided on wearing a black satin gown, with a deep plunge neckline. I couldn’t remember the last time I had put in this much effort for an event, or a person. I hated myself for caring so much about it.

Text message

Steve : Uber. Downstairs. Now. Hurry.

I hurriedly grabbed my valentino clutch, which I had thrifted when I first moved to the city, throwing my phone, cigarettes and lipstick in before scurrying out the door.

“God could you have taken any longer,” Steve sighed dramatically, as I slid into the backseat, “It's 8:05, what time did we agree on?”

“Calm your tits, being 5 minutes late isn’t gonna kill anyone,” I rolled my eyes, checking my makeup in my compact mirror.

Steve took a closer look at me, taking in my appearance. “Damn,” he let out a low whistle, “you went from 0 to 100 real quick. It's like an episode of catfish,” he chuckled, “Who are you looking this good for?”

“Your dad,” I retorted, laughing when I saw his scrunch his face in disgust. “No you’re right, I should've pulled up in sweats and glasses, that would really attract all the 70 year old men into emptying their pockets for you.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Awww you did all this for me?” He smiled, clutching a hand over his heart, wiping away a fake tear. “That's so kind of you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Shut up,” I swatted his arm, “Drinks are on you.”

The banquet hall was bustling with people who were much more important than me. I looked around at the sea of women wearing designer dresses from fendi to dior as they clutched an arm around men almost triple their ages.

Steve immediately began mingling, or as he called it ‘networking’, and of course he dragged me along. He grabbed us 2 complimentary champagnes from the wait staff and began speaking to an older gentleman.

“Mr Monroe, glad you could join us tonight. Where's the Mrs?” Steve greeted him, shaking his hand.

“Oh, you know Mrs Monroe, she was in the Bahamas last and now I'm hearing she's in Milan for fashion week. She won't rest until she bleeds me dry from all I’m worth,” He grumbled, “And who's your lovely date here?”

Mr Monroe glanced over at me before his eyes dropped down to my chest, lingering there for a moment. A married man, no, actually a married senior citizen, just checked me out. The urge to vomit all over him was so strong, but I pushed it adside. With a tight lipped smile I brought my hand up to shake his instead.

“This is my dear friend Harper, Harper Aly,” Steve introduced me as the older man grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, with no consent whatsoever. I quickly pulled my hand back to my side, forcing a laugh as Steve continued talking.

This continued for another hour, we moved through the crowd of prehistoric men, buttering them up as they objectified me, raking their eyes up and down my body as they licked their crusty lips.

I was on my 4th glass of champagne, but I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the rest of the night. Steve handed me his card and I made my way over to the bar.

I waved a hand to the bartender trying to get his attention, but he was preoccupied serving a handful of people. I found myself glancing around, hoping to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. I was acting like a lovestruck teenager at prom hoping to lock eyes with her crush.

“What can I get ya princess?” I turned to put a face to the voice, shocked when I recognised who it was. “Yup, that’s right. Soak in the glory,” He held a hand up gesturing to himself.

“It’s okay. I got it.” I flashed Steve’s card.

“Roman fuck off and stop harassing the donor’s,” said the red head beside him. “Hi, Siobhan Roy,” she smiled politely, pushing past the shorter man to greet me.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Harper Aly,” I smiled, clasping her hand, awkwardly shifting on my feet, feeling intimidated under her icy blue eyes.

“So what brings a fine piece of arm candy like yourself here tonight? Let me guess your sugar daddy promised you a new Birkin?” Roman Roy was just as obnoxious as everyone made him out to be.

“Actually I'm here for work. And that’s quite inappropriate coming from the co-COO,” I grimaced, not even trying to hide my disgust.

“Oh my god Roman, you're disgusting. Go hit on Gerri or something. I'm sorry about him, he has some deep rooted mommy issues,” Siobhan apologized for her brother's crude comment.

“Fuck off, Shiv,” he snapped pushing past her to lean over the bar, “Hey! Yoohoo bartender! Over here! Roman Roy here!” Roman yelled, getting the bartender's attention, as he frantically rushed over, “2 whiskey on the rocks and …..” he looked over at me, ushering me to order what I wanted.

“Seriously, it’s fine I can get my own-”

“Just fucking tell him what you want or you’re fired,” he cut me off with a devilish grin.

“Two gin and tonics, please and make it a double,” I reluctantly answered.

“See, now was that so hard?” He smirked, “Two gin and tonics for the lady and make it quick, I don’t have all night,” the bartender nodded and instantly began concocting our drinks.

“You can put away daddy’s card princess, I got this,” his voice low as he leaned into my ear. I looked around trying to find his sister who seemed to have him on a leash. “Are you scared? I don’t bite,” he murmured, “But no promises.”

“Scared? Please,” I snorted, “sorry if my repulsion has been misconstrued.”

“Princess, don't forget, I still own Waystar Royco. And you’re at the bottom of the food chain,” he laughed.

“Own? That's so interesting, because last I checked you’re not Logan Roy. You're just a sad little boy fighting for daddy's attention. Begging him to notice you, oh please daddy, please let me take over." I mocked pleading with my hands together.

“Dont fucking turn me on right now,” he bit his lip.

“I find you so repulsive,” my body involuntarily shuddered.

“Hey Rome, have you seen Kendall?” A brunette asked, cutting into our conversation.

“I don't fucking know maybe, have you checked the bathrooms? He's probably there snorting lines?” He shrugged.

“Rome. I'm serious,” She said, pressing her lips into a straight line. She finally caught my eye and forced a smile. We both looked over to Roman waiting for an introduction.

“Uh yea sure, Rava, Harper Aly from waystar, I don't know what the fuck she does there. I’m guessing the janitor by her looks.” He pointed toward me, “Harper, Rava Roy, my brother's estranged wife,” He said flatly pointing towards the other woman.

He grabbed his drinks, throwing two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and with that he was gone— leaving me alone with Kendall's wife? I stood there gobsmacked, processing the nuclear bomb Roman had just dropped on me. Kendall was married. Kendall was married when he kissed me.

I quickly excused myself, grabbing Steve and I’s drinks from the counter. I couldn’t engage with Rava, guilt pooled in the pit of my stomach.

I downed both the drinks, and grabbed 2 glasses of god knows what, from a passing by waiter and drank them swiftly. I felt the alcohol burn down my throat, hoping it would calm me down. My mind was the aftermath of Hiroshima. I couldn't think straight, or even walk straight for that matter. How could I have been so fucking stupid, tears pricked at my eyes. How could I have trusted so blindly, again.

I spotted Steve sitting down at our table, slumping down in the seat beside him.

“Hey, what took you so long? He asked, looking up from his phone, “Where's our drinks?”

“Oh shit, yeah, the line at the bar was too long,” I muttered keeping my eyes glued to the table.

“What's wrong?” He asked, sensing that something was off with me, “Did you see someone?” He studied the slight tremble in my voice, my flushed skin, my lips curled into a frown.

“Hmm, no,” I shook my head vigorously, trying to seem convincing, “I'm just tired,” I offered him a weak smile, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight slur in my voice. He just stared at me, contemplating whether to push it or not but ultimately decided against it.

“Okay but just a heads up—” he began, before getting interrupted by the screeching of a mic, everyone rushed to be seated, the speeches were starting soon.

“What?” I looked up at him with heavy eyelids, propping my head on my hand. At this point, I knew that he knew I was drunk.

He shook his head, disregarding it muttering something about it not being important. The wait staff made their way around to serve wine. I insisted that they fill my glass to the brim. I heard Steve mumbling something about bringing some water to one of the waiters.

“I think you should slow down,” he eyed me as I continued to innocently sip my wine. I chose to ignore him, until he forcefully took my half empty glass off me, handing it off to a passing waiter.

He cut me off before I could protest, “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you decided to get drunk at a work event. But we need to make it through to the end of the night,” He scolded me, pushing a glass of water towards me.

“Whatever dad,” I rolled my eyes slowly sipping on my water.

The speeches dragged on, but I wasn't listening to a single word of it, instead my mind was heavy, weighed down by concrete thoughts of one of one man. How he had manipulated me, how he had convinced me he was good, different. How I let myself believe him so easily. Had I learned nothing?

I snapped out of my thoughts as the last speaker made his way onto the stage, and there he was. The very man responsible for me trying to drown my problems in liquor.

His eyes met mine, twinkling under the spotlight as he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up mumbling to Steve that I was going to the the bathroom.

I slumped over the sink, taking in my pathetic reflection in the mirror. God, I was so embarrassing, letting Kendall affect me like this. Letting him slither his way into my life like black mould. The realisation hit me hard - I was the other woman. I let him sweep me off my feet, like a fucking idiot, but maybe that was his plan all along. A challenge in his eyes, he found a wounded bird, nurtured it back to life only to shoot it down in the end for his own enjoyment.

I scoffed at myself, spending more than I could afford on a gown just for him, a fact I wouldn't even admit to myself let alone another soul. The anger simmered in me like a pressure cooker, ready to blow any second. My self pity was quickly replaced by foul, hot fury. I left the bathroom with newfound determination. Fuck Kendall.

Yet, fate had other plans for me. As I headed back towards the hall, I collided with a broad set of shoulders.

“Oh— I'm so sorry,” I began to apologise but the words got cut off in my throat when I locked eyes with the attacker, my fucking ex-fiancé, Will.

This was officially too much for one night. Without another word I turned on my feet and fled in the other direction, I needed to get away from him. What was he even doing here in the first place? I knew I was eventually going to bump into him one day, it was inevitable, but why tonight? As if I didn’t already have enough going on. This must have been the heads up Steve was trying to give me.

“Harper please, just listen,” he pleaded, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, but I couldn't bear to hear it. The mere sight of him was enough to make me sick to my stomach. “Let me explain, you at least owe me that much.”

“Let you fucking explain yourself Will? No, you lost that privilege when you ended up in bed with my fucking maid of honour,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure, digging my nails into his skin, trying to claw him off me, “I don’t owe you shit. So please kindly, fuck off out of my life forever.”

Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

“Harper, just listen, I'm ready to take my part of the blame,” his eyes were stone, nothing about them was apologetic as he tightened his grip around me, “But it took 2 people to breakdown this relationship—”

“Yeah, you and my fucking so called bestfriend,'' I spat, the endless liquid poison I had consumed amplifying my rage.

My words seemed to cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of those around us, “Will I’m being so serious, if you don’t get your hands off me I’m going to fucking scream and make a scene right here, right now.”

“Everything okay here?” A voice boomed emerging from the depths of hell, of-fucking-course Kendall made his way over to join the party, just what was missing. “She said let go.” Kendall demanded, clasping a firm hand on Will’s back, the noise echoed through the lobby, his presence adding fuel to the fire.

Will's eyes hardened as he pushed my arm out of his grasp and sulked away. I tumbled back from the force, Kendall quickly steadied me bringing a hand to my waist. I ripped Kendall’s arm off me and took off, almost tripping over my feet, ignoring his calls.

The cold air nipped at my skin, I continued walking, with no sense of direction. I couldn't stay there for a second longer. I felt suffocated by my thoughts.

I was beginning to get a tension headache, it was all too much now. My ex-fiance cornered me and tried to tell me I was to blame for his affair and to pile on top of that Kendall, my boss had involved me in an affair, while failing to mention he was married.

“Harper, wait!” Kendall called out from behind me, jogging to catch up, “Are you okay?”

I was so sick of people asking me that. No I wasn't fucking okay, my life was falling apart at a rate so fast that I couldn’t even pick up the pieces and try to repair it. Each time I attempted to pick up one piece, three more came crashing down.

“Leave me alone, Kendall,” I shouted, picking up my pace, but it was proving difficult in 4 inch heels. He was the last person I wanted to speak to. I was a couple blocks away from the venue now.

He grabbed my aching wrist in an attempt to stop me. I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.

Kendall let go of me in an instant, “Did he hurt you?” His eyes were two angry black points, his fists clenched by his side.

I rubbed my wrist, trying to soothe the tender skin.

“Did he fucking hurt me? What about you kendall?” I lashed out, jabbing my finger in his chest. “Oh but of course you would never hurt me right? Because you’ve convinced everyone that you're such a great guy, always coming to my rescue. Is that what you want to hear?”

He shook his head trying to understand where my aggression was coming from, how long did he think he could keep up his lie for?

“Fuck off and have a nice life with your wife,” I turned around and took off again, not wanting to hear whatever explanation he was going to pull out of his ass.

“Harper, wait. I can explain.” I heard his footsteps still following me, from a distance. The audacity he had to continue following me after I had caught him red handed. What was it with men tonight and trying to explain all their fuck ups to me. First Will and now kendall.

“That's great, go tell your wife.”

“Harper please, fucking, just wait a second,” he persisted, running ahead of me and planting himself in front of me, his body towering over mine, “My wife and I—”

“I honestly don't care what you have to say. Nothing is going to change the fact that you're married. There's nothing for you to explain. So please just go,” I yelled exasperated, closing my eyes not wanting to look in the eyes.

Bitter tears escaped from my eyes, “Whatever happened on the roof, just forget about it. It was a mistake. It was my mistake.”

I hated myself for crying, I didn’t want him to think I was hurt by him, they were tears of frustration encouraged by my drunken mind.

“Rava and I are separated,” He sighed. My eyes snapped open hearing his confession, “We've been separated for months.”

I crossed my arms over my chest shivering, as the wind picked up. I felt him gently place his blazer around my shoulders.

“It doesn't matter if you're separated, Kendall, you still should have told me.” l said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I thought you knew?” He exhaled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Everybody knows, it’s public knowledge.”

“I told you everything about myself, and you couldn’t mention this major detail about your life?” I looked up at him with flaming eyes.

“You know what it doesn’t matter anymore,” I held my hands up, backing away from him, “We kissed one time. It should’ve never happened. And it will never happen again.”

“Do you really mean that?” His voice was heavy with regret. “Or are you just trying to push me away because you're afraid?”

I pinched my nose, taking a deep breath, “You are still my boss, this can't happen." I strained to explain, my voice cracking. “Unlike you I wasn’t born into wealth, I had to scrape my way up from the bottom and I’ll be damned if I let you tarnish my reputation. Us even speaking right now is inappropriate, anyone could see this and report it to HR.”

I didn't expect him to understand my concerns at all, he came from money, I didn’t. We lived in different worlds. His was full of private jet rides, maids, chefs, his biggest worry was trying to take over his father’s company. My world was subway rides, living off of cheap coffee and struggling to make rent each month.

“Harper, you don't have to worry about any of that, I promise you. I'll take care of you. I am HR, everything goes through me,” he argued, gently taking my hands in his. The street lights illuminated his to appear a lighter honey color, “If you want this, I can make it work. We can make it work.”

Could we make it work? If he was separated, it still wouldn't be easy. His life would still be entangled with his ex-wife until they officially got divorced. Would they even get divorced, what if they reconciled? He was still my boss, rumors spread quickly. Did I really want all my accomplishments to be tainted by him?

“I need another drink,” I muttered, meticulously weighing out the pros and cons.

“Alright, let's get you another drink then. Let's ditch this gala, I can't stand to be around those people anymore,” He smirked victoriously, leaning in to meet my lips.

“Not here,” I pressed my hands on his chest, even though I so desperately wanted him, “we can't be seen together in public. I don't need another scandal.”

“Okay,” He thought for a moment, I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find a way to keep me close to him, “Let's go back to my place, my chef can make us something to eat, since we missed dinner.”

I pressed my lips together, conflicted. Back to his place was suggesting more than just dinner. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. But the alcohol pulsing through my blood spoke louder to me, overpowering all logic. After taking one look at his plump lips, flashbacks of our kiss came back to me. Right now I wanted him— badly. I didn’t care about the complications or risks that plagued my mind moments ago.

“I also have a fully stocked bar,” He enticed me, all my nervous thoughts seemed to melt away. It was the final push I needed, the reassurance that I could drown any remaining doubts in the haze of more alcohol.

“Lead the way,” I gave him a tentative smile.

“My driver is around back,” he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me to the car.

He opened the backdoor for me, and slid in next to me. He was pressed up beside me, his arm now around my waist, hand resting on my hip, his knee squished against mine. With the click of a button a partition separated us from his driver.

He turned to me, his gaze lingering on the silk gown that clung to my curves, "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice soft and sincere. "The gown suits you perfectly."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me despite my efforts to remain composed.

"You’re not the first person to check me out tonight," I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear lobe, “but you are the only person that didn’t make me feel nauseous after.”

"I waited all night to tell you that, from the minute you stepped foot into the hall," He confessed, "When I was making my speech, I could barely focus, seeing you sat there, looking like, like a fucking Greek godess."

“So why didn't you say it to me before?” I pouted, hearing the words I had been longing to hear all night. Not from the million other people there, but from him.

“Because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if you were standing in front of me,” His voice was low, in my ear sending waves of heat down my spine, aching in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm myself.

He brought a hand to my jaw cradling it, “you're so fucking beautiful,” He whispered, before crashing his lips into mine, the kiss was deep yet rough. He sucked my bottom lip, a low moan escaped me.

His hands roamed my body like they had a free pass. He squeezed my ass, eliciting a gasp out of me. The mixture of alcohol and lust in my system gave me the sudden confidence to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, I battled with his tongue for dominance.

“Kendall,” I breathed against his lips, “Your driver— he’s gonna hear….” I trailed off, losing my train of thought, as he began kissing down my neck, nipping and biting my sensitive skin, only stopping omcd the car was parked in front of his building. He stepped out offering me a hand, which I accepted, trying to calm my thrashing heart.

“God, this fucking dress was made for you,” He wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my ass, backing me up against the elevator wall, “Who did you wear it for?”

“I wore it for you,” I giggled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and slowly sucking it, letting it release slowly with a pop. I gently grazed my wet finger against his swollen cherry stained lips, attempting to fade away the remainder of my lipstick.

“Fuck,” He groaned, his grip tightening, “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”

As we entered his penthouse, he leaned down to place a peck on my lips. He guided me to the kitchen. I was in awe of the size of it, covered in shining black marble, not a speck of dust in sight. Across from the kitchen, the sitting room had floor to ceiling glass windows wrapping around the entire length of the apartment.

“Shit, I forgot I sent the chefs home tonight because I had intended to have dinner at the gala,” Kendall facepalmed, shooting me an apologetic look.

“Hmm that’s okay. There was talk of a fully stocked bar, no? Or was that a lie too?” I needed something more to calm the nerves in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, that I do have,” He clasped his hands, rubbing them together.

He had a small bar area at the end of the kitchen. There were endless shelves stocked with every type of spirit. Brands I couldn’t even pronounce, brands that I never even gave a second glance to in the liquor store, because I knew they were not in my price range.

There were freshly cut lemons and limes, an ice bucket, a mini fridge stocked with mixers. So this is what heaven looks like. I climbed up over the counter, Kendall supported my hips up to lift me up, and I landed ungracefully on the other side with a thud.

“What are you doing?” Kendall watched me with amusement.

I picked myself up, throwing a dish towel over my shoulder, “What can I get you?”

“Fuck me, hottest fucking bartender ever.” He said with a crooked smile, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. When's your shift done sweetheart?”

“I don’t mix business and pleasure,” I winked, turning around to shovel some ice into a glass, grabbing one of the many bottles of expensive whiskey he had, pouring it in. I plonked a slice of lemon in it for a garnish, “And viola, there you are sir, your whiskey on the rocks.”

“Add it to my tab,” He took a sip, ”And what will the beautiful lady be drinking?”

“Hmmm, well I’ve been drinking gin tonight, but why not spice it up with some whiskey,” I made myself a drink identical to Kendall’s. I took a sip to admire my hard work and almost gagged as the corrosive liquid burned down my throat

“That is fucking horrible, how are you drinking it,” I gagged again, thinking it was a good idea to smell it and let it burn my nose too.

“Hey don't blame the drink, blame the bartender,” He shrugged, “Add some mixer, there's coke in the fridge.”

The coke made it a bit more bearable, but it still tasted like nail polish remover. I climbed over the bar again to seat myself on the barstool beside him.

Taking another sip of my drink, my nose scrunched up in disgust, “I don't know why you and your brother like Whiskey so much.”

“Oh, you met Roman?” He laughed, “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yeah he's, definitely, interesting to say the least.”

Thinking back to the gala, I remembered Steve, “Oh shit, the gala, I ditched my date, fuck. One second.”

I frantically pulled my phone out seeing the endless messages from Steve. I let him know that I had a run in with Will and was back home safe and sound, before turning my attention back to Kendall who had a quizzical look on his face.

“So this date of yours, was it the guy who was harassing you before?” He furrowed his brows, as he gripped his glass, the veins in his forearm almost bursting.

“Fuck no, my date was Steve. The guy outside….” I tilted my head back and downed the remainder of my whiskey, “was my ex-fiance.”

Kendall realized this was a difficult conversation for me. He silently reached over bringing the bottle of whiskey and coke to the counter.

“I don't even know what he was doing there,” I ran a hand through my hair. Kendall refilled my glass, which I thanked him for.

“Let me see your wrist,” He demanded, holding his hand out, gently inspecting the redness around my skin, he brought it to his lips kissing all over.

I crossed my legs trying to stop the ache that had reawoken in me. He delicately massaged my wrist, I wished he would sooth my throbbing core like that.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” There was darkness in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, but his touch was so soft in comparison.

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my drink. “Not physically at least, so it's fine,” I waved it off, not waiting to dwell on Will's malignant existence any longer

“So uh, how much money did we raise tonight?” I changed the topic.

“No fucking clue. My family is gonna be pissed that I left early. You're a bad influence on me,” He teased, refilling his glass.

“Me?” I shook my head in disbelief, “If anything you're a bad influence on me. You made me ditch poor Steve.”

“Uh-huh, well you shouldn't have gone with him in the first place,” his jealousy was making an appearance again, “If you went with me, I would have made sure no one came within a 10 meter radius of you, your glass would have never been empty, and nobody would dare let their eyes linger on you for more than a second if you were on my arm.”

His cockiness usually repulsed me, but in a strange turn of events it turned me on?

“I'll keep that in mind for next time,” I felt my cheeks flush, partially from the alcohol but also from his possessiveness over me.

“So there’s gonna be a next time, huh?” He grinned from ear to ear.

We continued chatting, Kendall started getting deep and telling me about his family, his childhood, his failed marriage. He kept prying about my personal life, trying to get to know more about me. I reluctantly gave him a few short responses.

We ended up on the sofa, comfortably sat next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another. I leaned back in the seat resting my eyes, as the room began to spin slightly. Kendall took another swig from the bottle, we had long ditched our glasses on the counter. The conversation drifted back to our exes, and this time I was too drunk to hold back, as was Kendall.

He handed the bottle back to me, “Yea, being married fucking sucks ass,” He threw up his arms in exasperation, “I fucking married the wrong person. But at the time, I was like fuck yeah this feels fucking right. This feels like forever.”

“Yeah, I like, really and I mean, like really, really dodged a bullet there. I’m like, not even mad about it. Fuck getting married,” I nodded, agreeing with him.

“100 fucking percent, fuck marriage. It ruined me.”

“But like, you’re still married? Why? Just like get a fucking divorce?”

“It’s complicated. I want to and so does she, but it’s just— pass me the fucking bottle,” He closed his eyes, taking another gulp, not even phased by it, “But it’s just fucking hard.”

“What like, don’t tell me you’re still in love with her,” I gasped, covering my mouth.

“No— no, I mean, I do love her. I’m always gonna have love for her. I’ve known her for 15 fucking years. But I don’t know, I want her to be happy,” He sighed undoing his bow tie and collar, “But we are getting a divorce, that is definitely fucking happening.”

“Mhmm,” I gave him a fist bump.

“And fucking what about Bill? What’s his deal?”

“Ugh him again,” I groaned, not even bothering to correct Kendall, “I think you have a crush on him, you bring him up more than me.”

“Come on, you just heard about my failed marriage, stop being so fucking cagey,” he playfully shoved my shoulder.

“Pass me the fucking bottle,” He handed it over to me and I took a swing of it, hissing as it made its way down my oesophagus.

“Fine, what about him? We were together since I was like 19 or maybe 20 I think. Or actually maybe 18? I don’t know, I met him in college. But I used to be a fucking idiot back then, like I’m talking crackhead level stupid. I made so many bad decisions he was definitely the fucking worst one,” I continued rambling. “It was good at first you know, he said what I wanted to hear, did what I asked of him,” I hiccuped between words, reliving my past relationship, “But like, at the same time, it wasn’t?”

Yeah, for sure,” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa with his hands resting behind his head, looking over at me, his eyes barely open, “College is the real thing to blame. You know? That’s where I met Rava and you met what’s his face.”

“You’re dead right,” I snapped my fingers, his words making complete sense in my barely functioning brain, “It’s like maybe stop fucking around and open like a book or something.”

We continued talking about everything and anything, coming up with our own philosophies that were so illogical but they made sense to us. Between us we shared one singular brain cell, after both consuming an unhealthy amount of whiskey.

Wanting to put my feet up on the sofa, I attempted to unbuckle the straps of my heels, but failed miserably. I let out an over-dramatic sigh, lying back on the sofa and stretching my legs, bringing my feet to rest in his lap.

“Can you get these off please,” I batted my lashes up at him.

“Fuck, why is there so many fucking buckles,” He grumbled as he attempted to undo the singular buckle, concentrating like he was deactivating a bomb.

He gave up and brought it up to his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, letting my aching foot free, his hot breath on my skin sent an electric shock up my leg. He did the same with the other foot. Before looking over to me with a sinister grin and started tickling me.

“KENDALL STOP,” I shrieked, thrashing and kicking away his hands. Attempting to get my revenge I pounced on him, my fingertips tickling his neck, I was practically straddling him.

He grabbed both my hands in his. I felt him hardening under me, I grabbed his neck, closing the gap between us. He kissed me back with hunger, like he had been deprived of food and water for weeks. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His touch was more rough now, his fingers caressed my ass, kneading it like fine dough.

He pulled me closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not so long ago lingering on his shirt. I began subconsciously grinding my hips against the tent in his pants, trying desperately to create some friction to soothe my throbbing centre. His warm hands slid under the skirt of my dress, rubbing them up and down my thighs, inching them higher each time. His fingers were getting dangerously close to my soaking panties, my breath hitched. Feeling my body tense against his, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Kendall ….” I said breathlessly. I looked down, feeling embarrassed, “I haven’t done this in a while. Like in a really, really long time actually.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby,” He released my thighs, bringing his hands out from under my dress and nudging my chin up to meet his gaze. Hearing the sweet nickname fall from his mouth turned me on even more.

“I’m just nervous,” I admitted feeling shy.

“Why? You don’t have to be nervous, I'll take care of you,” He pressed his lips to my temple.

“I’ve only been intimate with like one person.”

“You’re so fucking innocent,” he brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear, “We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me to stop,” His voice was rich and frail, as he empathized. He pulled my body into an adorning embrace, holding me like I was made of glass.

“No, but I want this. I want you. Can we just take it slow?”

The realization was prominent, that there would be no going back, once I went through with it. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly, I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

His body relaxed moderately as he soothed his hands up and down my back, almost as if to assure himself of the words he had just heard.

His lips met mine again, he got up from the sofa, hoisting me up, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to his room. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelmed me, my heart beating out of my chest.

He gently placed me on the bed, lying me down on my back as he hovered over me, lips not leaving mine once. I traced his firm chest with my fingertips, drawing him into me. He began kissing down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a soft moan. Leaving a trail of kisses down to my cleavage. My dress shielded my breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.

He brought his hands to the straps of my dress, “Can I take this off?” I nodded, no longer capable of getting any words out, my mind foggy with lust.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect,” He pulled down my dress, admiring my exposed breasts, the cold air quickly replaced by his wet mouth as he sucked on my nipple, twirling his tongue around, cupping my other breast, squeezing it tight. Swapping over to the other, placing sloppy kisses, pushing it deeper in his mouth savoring every inch of skin. My hands tugged at his hair as pleasure took over me.

To know that I was beautiful in his eyes, made me feel beautiful.

“Kendall,” I gasped as he bit and nipped at my scorching skin. His free hand moved down from my hip to caress my inner thigh, ghosting over my panties.

“Kendall please?” I begged, so needy for his touch, spreading my legs wider for him, grinding my hips up.

He unlatched his mouth from my breast, “Is this okay?” He locked eyes with me, his hand rubbing up and down over my fabric of my panties

“Yes— yes. perfect,” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Suspense bubbled in me, he was going so painfully slow. He slid my panties to the side, gently and languildy his fingers expertly teased my clit, rubbing soothing circles.

“Your so fucking wet, baby. How does that feel?” He cooed, my mind couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. It felt so good, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long, I was so deprived. “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” I sighed. “Feels so good Ken-“ the words got cut off in my throat as he moved his digits towards my slit.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was enjoying this, a lazy smile playing at his lips as he watched me squirm.

His eyes burned into mine, seeing me so needy for him, so desperate for his touch, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Come on, use your words,” I should've known that he would make me beg, I should've known that he would be so good to me.

“Yes, please— please just-“ He pushed his middle finger inside me, “Just like that,” I cried out as he pumped a finger in and out of me. My mind felt hazy, he added another finger, stretching me out, pumping faster now, curling his fingers as I let out a string of moans. I whined my disappointment as he removed his fingers from me, missing the fullness.

“I need to taste you, let me taste you,” He pleaded, getting on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

He hiked my dress up to my waist, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down my legs, revealing my smooth mound. Panic rose in my chest, it was moving too fast, I sat up feeling self-conscious.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you,” He murmured, pressing a hand down on my chest to lay me back down.

“Let me take care of you,” He began kissing up my inner thigh, gripping his hands firmly around my hips holding me in place. He worked his way closer and closer, eventually leaning in ever so slowly and licked all the way up my slit, tasting me.

My eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hot mouth on my clit, sucking it like a pacifier, the fuzz of his stubble tickling me lightly. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, I ran my hands through this hair grasping it softly as he continued lapping his tongue up and down my slit greedily, fucking me with his tongue. His tongue travelled lower and lower, gently grazing over my tight rosebud.

“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” He looked up at me.

“No,” I squirmed, he sensed my uneasiness.

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” He asked circling his tongue around my wrinkled rosebud again, it felt fucking good, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yes, please— please make me feel good,” I begged between gasps. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, to give himself more access as continued to worship my tight pink bud.

He opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall down and pool down, “Just relax baby.”

“Kendall,” I whimpered, as he inserted 2 digits in me again. My quivering walls grasped his fingers tightly. I was grinding my hips against him, my aching clit deprived of his attention. I needed him everywhere all at once. He brought his face back in between my legs, devouring me, sucking every crease, crevice and fold before latching onto my clit again. He alternated between fast and slow flicks of affection.

Hearing the sounds of his wet tongue on me continued building up the pressure in my lower abdomen, getting tighter and tighter. My senses heightened and my hands desperately fisted the bed sheets.

“You're so close aren't you, baby? Cum on my face,” His dirty talk, sending me over the edge, my back arching into him.

I threw my head against the mattress, eyes rolling back. My mind exploded in a white, pleasure filled haze as the sensations from his relentless assault on my clit while simultaneously pumping 2 digits in me.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, grinding my hips against his face, I rode out my high. Legs trembling as he continued to finger me though my orgasm, he hummed in satisfaction against my clit. He removed his hands from me, placing one final tender kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jump.

He caressed my face as I panted for air, “You did so good, baby,” He cooed, stroking hair. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, making me taste myself.

I regained some composure bringing a shaky hand up and palming at his hardness through his pants.

“Fuck,” He groaned burying his head into my neck.

I hastily undid his belt buckle, he helped me shimmy his trousers and boxers off, his cock sprung out bouncing against his stomach. I wriggled out from under him, flipping us over to straddle him, rubbing my wetness against his dick.

“Fucking so good baby,” He sat up, undoing my zipper with a quick motion of his fingers and tossing my dress over his shoulder. I was fully exposed now, I felt so naked, so bare in front of him as I covered my face with my hands, feeling so small.

He brought my hands down, stroking my cheek with his thumb, “You just came on my face, don't get shy on me now.”

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and threw it on the ground. Bringing my fingers to his thick cock, a few veins ran up his shaft, the swollen pink head dripping with precum. I started pumping him, locking eyes with him as I spat down on his cock for some lubrication, he hissed, grabbing my hips tightly.

A surge of courage took over me, pushing him down on the bed, I lifted my hips hovering over his cock, I grabbed it rubbing it up and down my slit, he gaped up at me. I lined it up against my entrance, ready to lower myself on him, he held my hips in place stopping me.

“You want to ride me? Are you sure Harper? You don't have to.” His eyes grew with concern.

“No, I want to. I want to ride you, Kendall. Please just let me ….let me make you feel good,” I whined.

He sighed agreeing, keeping his eyes on me as I lowered myself down on him, he was so much bigger than Will, so much thicker, I could only take him a little at a time. Soft moans left my mouth as I was half way down his cock, his firm grip on my hips being the only thing keeping me up right, stopping me from crumbling down, as the sensation of his thick cock mixed with the alcohol pulsing through me was making me feel lightheaded.

“You're doing so good,” He groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes, “So good baby, taking my cock so well,” He let me work at my own pace, his breathing quickened slightly.

“I know you can take me, all of me,” He encouraged me. I lifted up off him again, and sank back down, taking all of him, the stretch was far too intense. He was so deep in me, I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimpers. My lips unintentionally curled into a slight frown.

“Are you okay?” He sat up, rubbing a hand up and down my spine.

"Ow, yes. You’re just— just a lot to take,” I winced, looking down at him through heavy eyelids, trying to adjust to his length and girth, but I could barely move at this angle without feeling the sting of pain. He swiftly flipped us over, cock still engulfed deep in me as my head crashed onto the soft pillows.

“It’s okay baby, let me take care of you,” He murmured, between soft kisses on my trembling lips, “I’ll be so gentle,” He reassured me, showering my face with kisses, his thumb wiping away stray tears from my cheeks. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I took a deep breath in, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck.

He pulled out of me, sinking back in me ever so slowly. “Fuck your so tight,” He hissed.

I cried out, feeling so full again. His balls rested against my core with his cock sheathed all the way in, I took in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the burning away. I could feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside me.

“You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good,” He groaned in my ear, his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back for me.

He pulled all the way out again and plunged back in a few more times, letting my walls accommodate him. Careful not to thrust, taking his time, being so patient, so gentle just like he promised.

“Kendall, please,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back, the pain melted away, pleasure overtaking me as the tip of his cock, hit a spot deep in me, igniting a fire that only he could put out. My walls were practically pulsating around him now, begging for more.

“What is it baby?” He asked, searching my eyes.

“Fuck me,” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. After gaining my approval he sighed in relief and thrusted his cock in me harder. My eyes flew open, I gasped digging my nails into his biceps. His fingers dug into my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper, quivering under him.

“Feels so good Ken,” I moaned in his mouth, at some point our lips must have entangled again. His eyes never leaving mine, praises of encouragement falling from his lips.

“You look so good taking my cock, such a good girl,” Overwhelmed, my body trembled with each thrust, stretching me out, the waves of pleasure flooding me whole, coursing through me. Broken breaths paired with his name fell from my lips, parted slightly.

His cock dwelled deeper in me, my taut muscles milking his cock, “Listen to the sounds you're making, baby,” The sounds my cunt made each time he pumped in were so sinful. Hearing the word baby fall from his lips made me even wetter.

I let out a string of embarrassingly loud moans, not being able to find a singular word in the English language to describe the euphoric feeling. He jerked faster, his cock throbbing in me, muffled moans scattering his breath. His sizeable dick sliding into my wetness with ease now, like he fucking owned it.

My breasts bounced under him, as he fucked me mercilessly his cock splitting me inch by inch, it felt so good I was seeing stars. He pressed his face to my chest, placing sweet kisses, tasting my salty skin, kissing up my neck.

“I need more,” I panted, as he continued pounding into me. He released one of his hands from my hips and brought it to my swollen nun, rubbing aggressive circles. I was in complete bliss, “Don't stop,” I begged.

“Ken I’m-”

“Fuck me too,” sweat beaded across his forehead, his skin flushed pink. “Cum for me baby, you've been so good, you deserve it. Let go for me, just let go.”

Hearing his praise sent me over the edge again, as I let out incoherent moans and gasps. He groaned as I dug my nails into him, drawing blood. He drew back, balancing on his knees, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he fucked me relentlessly, with harsh thrusts as I rode out my high clenching around his unforgiving cock.

“Good girl, you’re so good, you’re my good girl,” he panted, talking me through it, “That’s right. Just like that, let it all out, baby.”

I practically sobbed feeling each curve of his cock as he buried himself deeper into me, tears pricking my eyes. He let out a haggard breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, collapsing on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I ran my hands through his hair soothing him as his chest heaved against mine.

“Fuck,” He rolled off me to lay beside me, he cradled my jaw, pressing a tender kiss on my lips, “You're fucking amazing.”

He got up leaving the room and returned in his boxers carrying a damp towel. He gently grazed my skin, cleaning up his mess. He was doing exactly what he said he would, taking care of me. He dabbed the towel over my abused cunt, I winced feeling the soreness his girth left behind.

“Sorry. Do you need anything?” His eyes softened.

“Water please,” I rasped, smiling as he scurried off. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, not even the man who claimed to love me. I retrieved my panties bunched up on the ground, sliding them on before throwing on Kendall’s button down.

He returned with a cold bottle of water, leading me back to the bed, he drew the comforter back, pulling me under with him. I winced again coming in contact with the mattress. I pressed the water bottle between my legs, trying to soothe the stinging.

Kendall’s brows furrowed in concern, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turning to face me. “Fuck, sorry, was I uh, too rough?” He asked with apologetic eyes.

“No, no you were perfect,” I let out a small laugh, seeing him get so worried, “She’s just out of practice,” I gestured between my legs.

“Is there anything I can do?” He glanced down at the water bottle, “To uh, help her I guess.”

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Listen, thank you for the lovely evening, but I like, have to get going now,” I slithered off the bed, trying to keep my weight off my pelvis.

I stood up, my legs still wobbling from the aftershocks of the not one but two ground shattering orgasms I received.

“What? No, you don’t have to leave. Stay,” Kendall sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips pulling me into him from behind, his cheek resting on my ass.

“I can’t, Kendall, we both have work in the morning and I can’t show up in that dress,” I argued, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you showed up to work everyday in that dress,” I felt him smiling against my exposed skin.

“Kendall seriously…” He pulled me down onto his lap gently placing a hand between my legs, cupping around my soreness, relieving some pressure off it. My back was pressed against his chest, he rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

“Baby, it’s Saturday tomorrow,” His chuckle vibrated through my entire body, “Please just stay, you're drunk and walking like Bambi. Just let me take care of you Harper.”

How could I say no to his sweet words? I begrudgingly agreed and got back under the covers with him, he kept his arms around me, holding me close.

“You’re impossible?” I rolled my eyes.

“I always get what I want,” He smirked.

I shifted lifting his arm off me, “I need to go get—“

“What? What do you need? I'll get it,” He cut me off. “You stay here and rest,” His tone was stern.

“My phone,” I said sheepishly.

And without another word, he rushed off again, returning moments later with my clutch in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He put it between my legs holding it in place.

I closed my heavy eyelids sighing in relief, “You're so good to me Ken,” I whispered resting my head on his chest before dozing off.

“You deserve it and so much more baby.

Chapter 4 and onwards

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