#A little bit of soft because so much angst is going to drive me crazy.

[guapoduoshipper]

It popped up in my X's TL the time q!Cellbit said "Eu te amo" for the first time to q!Roier and he didn't reply (being fair, he didn't hear it) but, if you notice the details, q!Roier says "Te amo" TWICE in his wedding vows.

Maybe it took a while but q!Cellbit's first "I love you" didn't go unanswered.

[chithereader]

you and me / aaron hotchner

word count: 1.9k

pairing: aaron hotchner x singer!reader , aaron hotchner x f!reader

genre: fluff, a little angst

cw: a lot of conversation, i went a little crazy i just love interviews like zane lowe’s!!! and soft aaron

a/n: this photo just makes me think of aaron waiting backstage for popstar!reader / singer!reader

and requests are open!! would love to know what you guys want to read ◡̈

You requested that the set-up of the interview be comfortable. You knew you’d be talking about your albums which are notoriously packed with stories and emotions, personal and imagined. Now what is more comfortable than your own home? 

When you were designing your home, you knew from the start you wanted a conversation pit. You’ve always dreamed of a house that screamed cozy and comfortable, warm and inviting. Even if it cost millions to make, you had no regrets. 

But aside from the occasional family dinners, your sunken living room was only ever used when Aaron and Jack sleep over, and you had a movie marathon night. You'd throw in duvets and pillows on the pit and bunch together whether it was cold or not.

So you thought this interview is perfect to justify your design choice. To use the conversation pit for actual conversation. Which brings you to now, sat across your good friend and favorite interviewer Zane Lowe, your previous and latest album being the topic of conversation. 

“Your previous album was– you know, I mean, it was–” Zane appears to struggle for a word to encapsulate one of the lowest points in your life. Fractured was definitely an emotional album to make and an even sadder one to listen to.  

“Depressing?” you jokingly say. Talking has always been so easy with Zane. He just has this air to him that lets you know he truly just wants to know you. You sit on the couch sideways, facing Zane. Leaning on the back rest with your elbow, head resting on your hand while your other hand fidgets with the tassels on the pillow. 

He laughs, “Well, you were definitely at a low point in your life romantically.” fiddling with his chin, thinking of his next words, “You just– I think you perfectly captured in your songs that sort of loss and tangible grief that comes with letting go of a person- not because there weren’t any love anymore but more because love just wasn’t enough to keep it going.” 

Remembering what had happened– the air felt thinner. Like it was getting harder to breathe. You had to remember that that point of your life was over. You felt such real pain that time, so much so that you struggled to function in your daily life. That void. That ringing emptiness. 

You’re brought back to reality by Zane’s voice, “Could you touch on how that came about?” 

You breathe out a small sigh and with a gentle smile you recall, “Yeah, uhm.. I was in this relationship.. which in hindsight, I’m so lucky to have been in. It taught me so much and truly made me so much more mindful I guess. I mean like, smarter? More conscious definitely of what goes into making a relationship work, and what makes it strong.” 

“But like you said, it ended because as much as we both wanted it to work, as much as we loved each other, it just wasn’t happening. And it was a vicious cycle that was tiring us out. We just knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” You pause for a bit, reflecting. 

Flashes of you and Aaron driving home in silence after a dinner at Rossi’s play in your head. You didn’t talk the whole night. Not when you were dressing up. Not in the car ride on the way there. Not when you sat down together. And definitely not when each of you were across the room, busy in separate conversations ignoring the glaringly obvious. 

Looking down at the decorative pillow in your lap, you start, “And I think that in my experience, that’s a lot more painful. I think that break-ups that happen when one hurts the other is somehow better because you get to hold on to I deserve better or like– there’s just thing like anger that drives you to move on.”

You’re taken back to that night. Coming home and feeling the weight of it fall on both your shoulders. You sat for hours in silence, holding each other. Knowing that when the sun rises, he’ll go to work, you’ll go on tour, and your little world will be put to rest. 

“But having that overflowing love for a person who is just not meant for you– I mean how do you tell yourself to let go? How can you even try to convince yourself ? Because people say so often that as long as you love someone there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them and that’s true. I’ve been there, and even everything wasn’t enough. And that was something we really struggled with.” 

“Just admitting that we had to love each other from afar before we turned into strangers together.” 

It just didn’t make sense. The love you had for each other was real. It was deep and true, and neither of you had any doubt of what you meant to each other. There was no question of loyalty or trust. 

But the traveling, the conflict in schedules, the missed calls and messages left on read. You just became both so busy, you were worlds apart. It even reached the point that you haven’t talked for days and neither of you noticed. Or minded. You thought of each other, yeah. But there wasn’t that urge to reach out anymore. There was just… longing. 

–

“Which brings us to now. Your latest album Leftover Love– it’s a lot more hopeful isn’t it? I mean I’d even go as far as saying that it’s about falling in love all over again.” Zane sips on the tea you made him. Leaning over the makeshift coffee table to add more milk in there. 

You straighten a little. Mood instantly lifting at the mention of your favorite album to date. Images of the inspiration behind the album filling your head. 

Zane puts down his tea to gesture generously, “And hearing it live, you could just feel it in the crowd– this kind of electricity. And because there’s no other way to put it– your songs in this album feel a lot like jumping and dancing with a partner in a room full of people and everything is just in slow motion. It’s like this sort of alignment or clicking into place, finding that one person that makes those small moments feel so.. big.” 

He put it perfectly into words. You had really hoped to relay through your songs the recent turn of events in your life. People who have supported you and loved you when you were at low points in your life got you through that, and you felt so strongly that they deserved to know and feel even a fraction of the happiness that you’re feeling right now through your new songs. 

“Definitely, I mean I’m so proud to say that these songs, even if they’re a touch fictional or exaggerated or romanticized– they are based on truths, on real things that have happened or are happening in my life.” You’re getting excited. Pulling the sleeves of your sweater to cover your hands until only your fingertips are visible– you place both hands down on the pillow as if bracing yourself for the climax of a rollercoaster ride. 

“The song Blindly for example, it’s about that feeling or like moment of realization that you’re just so crazy in love you’d follow this person anywhere blindly. I love that the sound’s so grunge-y and messy– insane. Because that’s literally how it feels to be in that whirlwind.” 

Zane picks up on your excitement, nodding at your explanation. He relaxes more into his seat and gestures to you, “It’s a good thing you mentioned that because I actually wanted to ask you why that song slows down at the end. I think that was such a unique and beautiful thing to do to the song and it works so well. But I just want to know what made you do that–” You’re biting your lip smiling, so proud that it was recognized as a conscious choice as a musician and artist.

Zane continues, “It goes from crazy drums and guitar, and the bass– then slows down into this almost hypnotic music box sound that transitions by the end into just this beat like a pulse.” 

Your smile grows bigger which Zane mirrors, “I’m so happy you picked up on that. I have to say that’s actually one of the songs I’m most proud of because it’s one of the first songs that I was heavily involved in the engineering of the sound.”

“But yeah I guess ultimately I just wanted it to mimic that transition from being in crazy love, tornado-esque to it literally settling into this beautifully calm and serene kind of love.” 

Zane listens intently, nodding and humming in agreement and knowing. Finally understanding the point of view from which the sound was created. He has this gentle smile on his face, almost of encouragement knowing you had more to say, 

“Like you go from all these dates and the honeymoon phase, and your heart’s just beating crazy fast all the time and then it turns into that steady murmur of your fridge in the null of the night when you’re baking muffins together in silence.”

You take a deep breath, chewing on the inside of your lip. Hopelessly trying to minimize the smile fighting its way on your face, “It’s just that process of someone becoming your home.” 

-

You're ushering out the last of the production people. Walking alongside Zane who’s the last to step out your front door, you give him a big hug which he returns warmly. 

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” he murmurs into your ear. 

You bury your face into his shoulder and breathe out a laugh, “Thank you.. Really.” 

You separate and smile at each other. Waving goodbye as he walks backwards to his car. You stand by your front door until they pull out of your driveway.

Once you see that your driveway is empty, you turn to your door and see him leaning against the doorframe with a smug, knowing smirk. 

Rolling your eyes playfully as you pass by him into your home, he chuckles. You hear his footsteps behind you and you know he’s following you around while you tidy up the dishes you and Zane used, “Aaron, take out the trash please.” 

This man just listened to you talk about him for hours. With headphones and a monitor set up in the other room– Aaron just got his ego inflated to a size so immeasurable he can’t hide his smile from the strangers beside him controlling lights and volumes. He has got to be humbled.

“Oh so I’m back to Aaron now?” He catches up to you, halting your movements from behind as he takes hold of your arms so you can put down whatever was in them. Then he turns you around by your shoulders so you’re facing him, grinning that smile that makes you go Fuck and then blank in your head.

“And here I was thinking I was home.” Aaron pulls you close, sliding an arm around your waist only to settle on your back as the other holds your hand against his chest, in between you. He starts swaying you both slowly as he buries his nose into the side of your head, humming a familiar tune. 

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when

It's been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you

While he was listening to you go on about how you loved him all throughout your rocky start and even more well into the present– he became overwhelmed with the realization that for once in his life, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he is loved. Truly, deeply, and steadily loved. And that filled him with something that nothing and no one could ever define or measure. 

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼: 𝓐𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Stepdad!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Your mother forces you to tag along on Javi’s trip to New York. She says you need to learn to get along. And get along you do. Aka horny, drunk, high, debauched sex with stepdad Javi. Part 2 of ‘Teasing like you do’.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, stepdad trope and all that comes with, dubious morals and relationship, age gap [reader is 18/19 Javi is in his mid 40s], reader wears a dress, petnames [ Bunny], mommy & daddy issues ™ , deceased parent, angst, DUBCON, alcohol consumption, drug use, cigarette smoking, inebriated sex, brat tamer!softdom!Javi, subby! brat!reader, f masturbation, rough sex, major size kink [Javi is bigger than reader, can rough house with her], degradation, dumbification, praise kink, daddy kink and dd/lg vibes, dirty talk, finger sucking, c*meating?, choking, spanking [with hands] , hair pulling [no hair type specified], dry humping, somno, messy sex, fingering, unprotected P in V [be better!!], multiple orgasms and creamp*es. Let me know if I missed anything 🫶

Word count: 9k

A/N: This Javi is honestly my fav that I’ve written. This is part 2/3, and it’s double the fun from last time. Javi is just so soft (and crazy) and there’s so much smut and some angst for you nasties. Combined the top two highest votes answers from this poll! Thanks to all who voted!! Hope you enjoy! Mwah!

🌼 Part I 🌼 Masterlist

Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out had a heart of glass

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

“New York?” You raise your brow and watch your mother fold the kitchen towels and toss them onto the counter one by one. “Yes. You can’t avoid him forever. He’s here to stay, and you’re going to like it, and him. That’s final.” Oh, you do like him—her husband, that is. In fact, you arguably get on a bit too well. You bite your lip to keep from commenting on her sour tone. She doesn’t need to know you and Javier had become quite well acquainted over the weekend—if him taking your virginity was any indication.

Even though her tone sets your teeth on edge, you spare yourself the crisis of revealing you are sleeping with her husband and instead decide to take up the opportunity she offers you on a silver platter with a curt nod and some feigned annoyance.

Your mum brings it up to her husband at dinner. He's eating and he looks up at her for a moment before shrugging and agreeing it would be a good chance to bond. Javier is even better at feigning his own indifference to the suggestion, so much so, in fact you’re afraid fooling around with you is not in fact part of his plans in New York. Its been two days since he’s fucked you and you’re always on edge. He hasn’t been around the house much because he's dealing with the fallout of the raid and it's driving you wild. 

You’ve spent the nights desperately grinding against your plush pillows but it seems like he's the only person that can actually get you off. Ever since you actually felt what it was like to cum you can't get enough and you’re resenting him for every moment he’s not between your legs. 

Safe to say you’re desperately counting on this not being a one time thing. 

After dinner you busy yourself with the clearing up, and your mother leaves to answer the phone just as Javi brings the last pot from the table to the kitchen counter. It's the first time you’re alone with him since the weekend and as he leaves he comes up behind you to lean beside your ear. He snaps the strap of your bra and kisses your shoulder. “Gonna let me fill this tight little pussy up again?” 

He shifts his hands to your waist. It's the second time he's touched you this way, and this time you can feel the cool metal of his wedding band graze your warm skin. You swallow, then look towards the livingroom to see the shadow of your mum walking around with the landline in her hand, chatting away to a neighbour. You nod your head, and after lowly chuckling Javi reaches a hand down to grab a handful of your ass. When he squeezes you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. 

“Good, bunny.” He slaps your ass for good measure and you hear his footsteps get distant as he leaves the kitchen and walks up the stairs. 

At night you try to sleep but you’re too horny and wet. The feeling of his hands on your body drive you crazy and nothing can distract from it. The room is quiet and it's so hot you’ve got every window open. The cool breeze from outside grazes your skin and you flinch. You're too sensitive. 

You toss and turn for a while but you can’t help yourself, you groan and your hand drifts under the waistband of your panties. Your fingers slip between your folds and you’re dripping. A quiet breathy sigh escapes your lips as you spread your wetness and rub your cunt. 

Your other hand squeezes at your breast under your sleep shirt and you moan, you’re so on edge you think you might just make yourself cum. You rub yourself a little while longer, teetering on the edge but somehow unable to tip over it. Your hand is drenched and you feel your slick smear against your inner thighs. Even still you can’t seem to get there. You dip a finger into your weeping entrance and shiver. You wonder if you felt the same to Javi, your fingers surely didn’t feel like his. 

You sink back against your pillows. 

You're staring at the ceiling a good twenty minutes when you hear the front door shutting from outside. Bounding to the window you lean over its edge to see Javier getting into his car, one hand shoving his gun into his holster. He's a little shadow, a little splodge of navy blue against a background of swishing greens, and blacks and little orange lights. 

A pit in your stomach grows when the car pulls out of the driveway and into the street. It makes you sick to admit but you worry when he runs out like that in the middle of the night. You wonder where he's off too, you have always wished he was safe. Even when he wasn’t fucking you, he might have been the best thing to happen to your family in a while. 

Hell, even when you thought you hated his guts, you knew he was the only good thing to happen to your family in a while. And you weren’t an idiot. Sure, to say you and your mother got along would be gracious, but she too lost a husband when you lost a father. She spent her days alone in a home she built from the ground up with the love of her life. 

At some level, you forgave her, you loved her. When you first slept with him, you felt guilty, you felt like you were robbing her of the one good thing she had. But part of you wanted to avenge that little girl who got packed away, who had nowhere safe to go, who had no one. Javier could be your someone, at least intermittently, and while you didn’t blame her for what she did, no amount of intellectualising your suffering could make it better. 

She knew she couldn’t raise you alone so she decided not to raise you at all, and it was perhaps that that disheartened you the most. 

You notice the lights go out in the neighbours living room, you see shadows climb up the stairs. There's not much you can do besides return to bed and try to get some rest. 

— 

The trip comes around quicker than you expect. Before you know it your bags are packed and you’re boarding a plane with Javi. He is preoccupied with whatever it is he’s in New York for, so you’re spared the presumably awkward travel conversation. He lets you doze against his shoulder, and when you land he’s slinging your luggage over that same shoulder. It's a small bag but it isn’t weightless. You like how he makes it seem like it is. If only he knew about the skimpy lingerie he was lugging around. New York delights you with the warm, sunny weather. 

Once you’re actually at the hotel, you're barely there for ten minutes. “Twin beds?” the lady at the reception asks your stepfather, already expecting a yes. You can tell with the look on her face. You feel a little embarrassed that she’s even asking, but that embarrassment deepens tenfold when Javier stops her. “A double is fine” She quickly nods her head, looking nothing short of uncomfortable. Perhaps the only person more shocked is you. Your face burns and you look away. She doesn’t know you, doesn’t know what you are to each other, but just seeing you two together would even have you embarrassed. 

Either way it's enough time to get rid of your luggage before Javi insists you get some food in you. He’s so preoccupied with whatever’s going on with his job you decide not to give him too much of a hard time. You’ll save that for later. 

He’s on the phone so much. He looks upset and stressed– as much as he lets himself look, that is. Even then he takes your hand in his when you cross the street, pulls you to his side when you’re in a crowd. He leads you into a coffee shop and finally gets off his mobile phone. 

By the time you’re sitting down with your coffee– well his coffee and your ice tea, you’re dying for him to pay attention to you. You twirl the straw between your lips and look up at him. He’s preoccupied, you can tell. 

When he's done restlessly tapping his fingers against the table he opens up the file he’s been lugging around all day, and a pen from his pocket. You think you spend ten whole minutes in silence, watching him annotate the swarm of papers inside. 

New york is as “hustle bustle” as you remember, the glass facade buildings are bouncing rays of sunshine off one another, the sky is that perfect shade of powder blue. There are so many people bumbling outside, all like little insects fleeting about. You observe them from the window, they don't pay attention to you, or anyone for that matter– they’re looking ahead. 

The last time you had been here was with your father– you can see the hotel you stayed at from where you’re sitting. You have to crane your neck a bit though– Javier is disrupting the view. 

He doesn't notice when you get up from your seat and saunter towards the cafe counter. He didn’t notice you eyeing the red lollipops from your table the entire afternoon so you’re not surprised. But when you sit back down, lollipop in hand, and drag your foot up his calf under the table? Now that catches his attention. 

He watches you wrap your lips around it, watches you pucker them up and lick the underside of the sweet treat. Your lips part and you take it in your mouth, rolling the stick between your fingers with a knowing smile plastered across your face. It shines all glossy when you release it with a pop, and you run it along your bottom lip as Javi takes a strained sip from his cup of coffee. 

He tries to feign annoyance but a smile breaks through and he scoffs lightheartedly at your antics. The whole atmosphere is quite lighthearted. You felt warm and happy on the inside. You're glad you came. 

The rest of lunch passes in relative silence, and a comfortable silence. You finish your meal, and actually don’t mind the quiet time with Javi as he works on preparing for his meeting later in the evening. He lets you play footsie with him under the table, lets you play with his fingers as they rest idly against the tablecloth. 

On the way out he gets you another lollipop on request, and watches keenly as you unwrap it and pop it between your lips. The pink colouring stains your tongue when you release it and his eyes bloom with lust as he notices. They linger on your lips as they shine in the sun and the two of you step out of the cafe. 

He reaches forward, swipes his thumb on the corner of your mouth and pulls you against him. His eyes are glossy when he strokes your head gently. When he leans down his lips brush your forehead and his voice is lower than usual. 

“Messy little girl.” 

You skip ahead of him and into the street, then wait a few seconds for him to catch up. He’s already on the phone again and he's arguing with someone, he tosses you a few coins and gestures to the little shop beside you. Somehow you think you know what he's asking, so you hop in and snag him a pack of cigs. When you run back out he's still arguing, but he watches you run towards him and he smiles rather proudly as he takes the pack from your hands and lights one up. 

You feel a little giddy and you cover it up with a smirk, but he pulls you into his side and pats your head affectionately and you can't help the heat that creeps onto your cheeks. 

— 

“Don't wait up for me.” 

He’d said as he left the hotel room. And how exactly was he planning to make good on his promise of fucking you dumb with that instruction? True, you were beyond tired from the long travel day, but even at thirty past midnight you were more than determined to stay up to welcome Javier after his important work meeting. 

“What the hell is taking him so long, anyway?” you wonder out loud, hanging upside down off the plush couch set beside the windows in your hotel room. With an outstretched hand you grope for the pills you’d set on the coffee table, and pop another in your mouth. 

You know it's not a good idea, he’ll be upset, and angry, and he’ll give you such a hard time for it. You giggle, remembering the “hard time” he gave you last time he found out you were up to no good. 

“Bunny?” His voice is slurred just a little, thick and hoarse. You jump upright on the sofa and watch with dizzy eyes as he clicks the hotel room door shut and chucks the keycard onto the counter beside it. He’s craning his neck a little to catch sight of you but from where you're seated you can barely see each other. 

The sound of his leather boots clacking against the marble prompts you to slip out of your trance and toss the bottle of pills you’d had on the coffee table haphazardly under it and on the floor. Retrospectively, what you aimed to achieve doing that is unclear, but it was an effort nonetheless. The lit joint stays between your fingers, however, and before you can even divert your attention to it and decide what you’re going to do with it, Javi is leaning in the entryway and raising his brows at you.

You watch him rest his shoulder in the archway for a moment and kick off his boots. “Told ya to get to sleep..” he looks tired, and a little bit irritated, though there's nothing unusual about that. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?” you kick your legs up on the couch and he turns his head in your direction. The look he shoots you makes you feel just a little guilty for bothering him. Your own tone and cheeky remarks surprise you. “What did you say? You were gonna “fill this tight little pussy up again?””

What you say seems to catch his attention. So does the lit joint you’re holding up. 

“Have you been drinking?” he stalks towards you and picks up the pills you assumed you'd stealthily chucked under the table. His shoulders drop and he puts a hand on his hip. “No.” you sound a lot more guilty than you’d like.  

“What the fuck is this?” he's struggling to remain composed as he gestures to the mess you made– between the sofa and the coffee table. His jaw ticks and he reaches for the joint and yanks it from your grip. He's been drinking, you can smell the whiskey off his leather jacket, it’s strong enough for you to know the meeting likely ended several hours prior.  “I told ya last time-”

He turns to put away the bottle and you attempt to stand up and follow him. His hand on your chest stops you however, and pushes you back onto the sofa till your ass is landing on it with a thud. God, he's such a hypocrite. “You're the one walking in drunk” 

You watch him shove the pill bottle in his duffle bag, then turn back toward you and take a drag from your joint. “Don't give me that attitude, little girl.” His actions only piss you off further. And here you thought this would be a fun little trip. 

“Or what? Looks like you aren’t gonna fuck me anyway.” he shrugs of his jacket with the joint placed deftly between his lips. He’s so hot it’s difficult to maintain your annoyance– especially considering he can tell you're far from sober– with your slurred speech, too loud voice and whining. “Had a few drinks and now you're playing good cop?” 

He probably also knows you're trying to get on his nerves. Which is why he ignores your incessant cribbing and plops some paperwork on the coffee table, taking a seat beside you on the couch and grabbing your face between his fingers. The cool metal of the wedding band presses gently against your skin, a constant reminder of its presence. You can smell the whiskey and cigarettes off his skin. “High off your fuckin ass.” 

He takes another drag and runs a hand over his face, his own back hitting the couch as he slumps against it. You reach for the joint but he smacks your hand away. “No bunny, I think that’s enough.” 

Your groaning makes him roll his eyes and you begin to get increasingly frustrated. “I don’t understand what your deal is. Are you always on the clock or something?” you grab his wrist and haul yourself onto his lap. Now straddling him you feel a jolt of arousal soar across your spine. 

“Cant keep doin this shit” he tries to wrangle the joint out of your grip with a hand on your wrist, and after struggling with you for a second he frustratedly grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer till your forehead is pressed against his. He sounds tired of reprimanding you.  “Let go.” 

You know you sound pathetic but you whine and let go. You feel his hard length swell against your now damp panties. Javi takes the joint back and takes a drag, he shifts under you and you bounce on his lap. The feel of his denim against your clit has you biting your lip in an attempt to retain your composure.

“That desperate are you?” Javier laughs and toys with the straps on your dress. “Just fuck me.. Please.” you do sound desperate. Javi rolls his eyes, and his lack of attention directed towards you irks you to no end. 

“Shut that whore mouth and maybe I'll think about it.” he smacks your ass and kisses your cheek to make up for it. “be good.” a beat of silence passes, and you fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, watch him smoke the joint till his eyes are cloudy and fluttering shut. You think you’re a bit more high than before thanks to the second hand smoke. 

You want to kiss him, want to call him that name that's been bubbling in your throat since that night in the woods. You watch Javi take another drag, a final drag, and put out the joint in the ashtray. 

You can't help yourself, you close your eyes and lean in, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss and melting into his arms. You think it might do you some good to get back on his good side. “Hi, daddy.” If you were sober you’d be horrified, but you have more than enough liquid courage in you to test the waters. There’s a short but pregnant pause, and Javier's surprised expression makes your heart quicken. 

“Hi, bunny.” Javi raises his brows, laughs and cups your cheek. The tensions long left his shoulders. Handsome, he’s so handsome. He’s always been. His eyes are droopier than they usually are. “Daddy, need you..” It comes out as a whisper, a whine and a plea all at the same time. “Need you to fuck me.” 

“Jesus christ, bunny. Tryna kill me?” His hand smooths up and down your thigh, his other drawing patterns on your waist and caging you against him. He kisses you lightly, and you giggle against his lips, he does it again, and again, and again, then tilts your jaw up to put his mouth on your neck. You gasp, your hands reach to tangle in his soft, wavy hair, and you pull him impossibly closer. Your tugging makes him groan, and his hand slips under your top to undo the clasp of your bra. 

You call out his name as he discards your lingerie, dizzy and dripping for him, unable to get enough of his lips on your skin. Slinging your other leg over his waist you lay yourself sideways in his lap. The heat that radiates off his skin prompts you to curl up even closer to him, and you try your best to undo the top buttons of his shirt. 

You get distracted when his hand disappears between your thighs and under your dress. He rubs your wet pussy through the fabric of your panties and you moan into his mouth. You’re getting more impatient by the second, and he's being far too slow and gentle for your liking. 

Your hand finds his wrist under your skirt and you reluctantly pry his hand away. Before he can look up you’re climbing onto his lap and grinding your clothed cunt against him in a swift, slow roll of your hips. Surprised, his hands grab your waist and he leans back on the chair. Javier tries to flip you onto your back again but you slot your fingers against his and roll your hips. He lifts his own to meet your core and you shiver.“Impatient little thing. Just wanna take what you want, don���t you?” 

“Ohh daddy…’s too hot.” Javi’s voice strains as he curses under his breath and slides your dress off your upper body till the fabric is pooling at your waist. As you rock against him he tugs and bunches it up, controlling your moments. “Soakin my fuckin’ jeans, Bun..” He lifts the fabric up to watch you grind on his bulge.  

His words make you groan, and you feel the desire pool even deeper in your belly. With his hands managing your movements you let your own grab onto his shoulders– stabilising yourself. “Goddamn, pretty as a picture.” Thank god you thought to maintain your balance, because you might have just fallen off Javier’s lap when his mouth found your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and prompting a loud but lazy moan to slip past your lips. 

He nips at your skin, kissing his way back up your neck and grinding into your clothed crotch. “Like using daddy like you use your pillows, baby?” The coil in your belly only tightens and your words slur. “‘S better….” You’re drunk and dizzy, your ears burn but you can't stop. It feels so good. 

“Mhm, bet it is, baby bunny, them pillows don’t make you cum, do they?” you shake your head “no”, and Javi responds with a chuckle. He pulls you closer and you drop your head against his shoulder. “That’s right, just daddy, ain’t it?”.  His lips find your neck again and he mumbles hushed praises against your skin. His voice is soft but strained, and you feel him throb against you. 

You move faster against him, chasing that release that's so close, your thighs parting even more across him. You’re practically bouncing in his lap, the rub of his jeans against your clit sending you into a frenzy. Javi’s hands palm your breasts and it feels like your whole body is on fire. “That's it, good girl.” 

Your hips stutter and with a final rise of Javier’s hips. You don't even register it happening, something inside you just snaps. He holds you against him, watches the way your eyes roll right to the back of your head as you reach your high. You can hear him groan but your ears are mostly ringing, pussy fluttering around nothing. You’re sure your panties are soaked at this point. The moan that erupts from your throat is nothing short of pornographic. 

You feel the heat seep onto his jeans, and you twitch a final few times from the aftershocks as you move yourself against him, now slightly slower. He twists your nipple between his fingers, then slaps your ass so hard you go reeling forward into his chest. Surely, when your hips lift off his, a dark, wet spot has formed on his grey denim. The both of you look down at his lap, at the lewd string of slick that connects your panty covered core to his jeans. 

“Already, bunny?!” He’s half surprised, half proud. A sort of excited smirk tugs at his lips and snaps the band of your panties against your ass. In reaction you bury your face further in his neck, leaving desperate, sloppy, open mouth kisses there. “Still all achy, aren’t ya?” 

Javier groans and slides his fingers between your thighs, his other hand keeping a vice grip on your hip. “So fuckin wet, got these panties all messy huh?” You're already throbbing again, and your nipples pebble impossibly harder thanks to his touch. It doesn't help that you feel all conscious and small– your bare chest pressing against Javi’s still clothed body. 

You mewl and tug at his shirt and he chuckles, a smug smile plastered on his face. “Behave..” you pout and groan impatiently. “Silly thing.” He grabs your hands and plants them on his chest, his own moving to slide your dress over your head and discard it on the ground beside you. 

You toy with the buttons on his shirt yet again and he gives you a warning look in response, ending your misery and undoing them himself. You can’t help but continue to grind against him with little rolls of your hips, your soaked panties sticking to your cunt and making the friction even more pleasing. Javi smacks your ass in warning. “Patience, little slut.” 

You can't even register what's happening, he's throwing you onto the bed and yanking your panties down your legs. You push yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at Javi climbing on top of you. 

Your little show doesn’t last long, because in a second he's flipping you onto your stomach and smacking your ass till you're whimpering for him. Prompting you on all fours he grabs your hips in his massive hands, getting behind you on his knees. 

His thumb swipes the cut of your pussy, and he groans as he feels and spreads your wetness along your cunt. “Always so fuckin wet, dumb little thing.” his index and middle dip into your warm, waiting hole, and the stretch of his thick fingers have your knees giving out under you. 

Javier laughs, but snakes a hand around your middle to hold you up for him. You feel his cock press up against your ass– hot and needy. You wiggle your hips and push back against him, but that only earns you a spank and a mumbled “brat”. 

Agonisingly slow for your liking he runs his cock up the length of your pussy, smearing the precum at the head and further spreading your wetness. “Please…” he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in in a single, deep thrust. 

You pity the people in the neighbouring rooms upon hearing the downright pornographic moan that leaves your mouth. The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open brings that heaviness to your hips, a buzzing that spreads all across your body and stings you where Javi’s got his hands. 

Those hands smooth along your back travel up to your head to catch a hold on your hair. A strong sense of dizziness overcomes you thanks to his fingertips grazing your scalp, and that feeling only intensifies tenfold when he tugs at your hair and forces your gaze directly ahead of you. He can tell you’ve already lost yourself, can sense the way you've gone dumb with the simple gesture, how you like being used like a little doll. 

“Look at that, gone dumb already?” each thrust of his hits deeper thanks to the way he's tugging you towards him. His words make you shiver and gush around his cock. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy like ya need.” 

His hand that's resting on your hip lands a spank to your ass and you yelp.  “Fuck bunny, bet it feels nice to have somthing filling this pretty little snatch again huh?” you nod, then mewl at the drag of his cock against your wet walls. 

“This pussy’s fuckin made for me.” he groans as he thrusts inside you–voice strained and hoarse. “Gonna mould ya into my perfect little cockslut.Teach ya how to really take it.” you nod your head, relishing in the pull and tug on your scalp thanks to his relentless grip on your hair. “Gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum.” 

He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, you want that?” you feel him lean down and kiss along your spine. When he speaks you feel his lips murmur against your skin. “Want daddy to teach ya how to be his perfect little sex bunny?” 

“That's right, bet ya do– insatiable little thing, aren't ya?” he lets go of your hair and his hand drifts to your neck. Your skin is on fire. 

“Daddy” 

“I know baby Bun.”  He guides you up with a hand around your neck, your face turning to bury in the crook of his neck. Your eyes barely open to watch his face contort in pleasure. The expanse of his chest welcomes you, and you rest your head back against his shoulder, your nose brushing the nape of his neck. His thrusts don't cease and the new angle has you groaning into his skin. 

He notices your incessant lip biting, the way you reach to slot your lips against his. He obliges, sliding his tongue into your mouth, your own lips being forced to part from his when he thrusts deep inside you and you gasp. 

“Need something to keep that mouth busy, dontcha’ lil darlin’?” His index and middle finger swipe against your bottom lip. Pushing his digits past your lips he watches as you gently suck, groaning when you run your tongue against them. “That’s it. Let daddy take control.” 

Your own arms reach behind you to wind around his neck, back arching thanks to the pleasure. You moan around his digits, jaw going slack when you feel his fingers on your clit. Your pussy bares down on his cock as he rubs you in soft circles. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and angles your face to watch his other hand move between your thighs. 

The sight is so erotic you think it might just make you cum. “Yeah.. like that don’t you? Dirty girl.” His breath is warm against your skin. All his words are muffled against your hairline. “Like seeing what daddy does to you?” 

He kisses your cheek and his other hand shifts a pillow below your hips to push you back onto. He chuckles when you flop onto the bed with a yelp. When you land back on the bed and he thrusts inside you the new angle makes you squirm, you don’t think you could even describe the feeling of being so full. He pushes you down with both hands on your hips and fucks you into the matress. 

You try to lift your head to look behind you but his hands travel to grab a hold of your hair. “Gonna let me use ya?” an incoherent ‘yes’ leaves your mouth in the form of a scream. “Hmm baby Bun?” you reply yet again, but your capacity to respond is greatly diminished as his cock brushes that sweet spot inside you. 

Over and over, you feel your pussy flutter around him and you can’t help it when your mouth hangs open. “Who's daddy's little sex doll?” frantically nodding, you refuse to rely on your ability to reply coherently with words. Daddy doesn’t seem to mind, he doesn’t need you to respond. “You are, aren't you? my little sex bunny.” 

His palm comes down on your ass and you reel forward, only for him to tug you back with his hold on your hair. “Such a pretty little doll for daddy.” He tugs you into him with every thrust and you whimper, hands gripping the sheets and legs giving out till you're only held up by the pillow. “My girl.” 

He's so deep inside you you’re not even sure you can understand the new sensations. It's like he can read your mind. “Feel daddy, baby bunny?” he tugs on your hair once again, his other hand reaching down to plant firmly on your lower belly. “Yeah? Feel daddy in here?” 

He doesn't wait for you to nod, just uses his grip on your hair to do it for you. It's not like you could really think straight before, but now that Javi was tossing you around like an inanimate object, moulding you for himself, using you how he wanted, moving for you. 

His hand drops from your tummy to brace itself beside your head. In a second, he's lowering himself completely onto you, your entire body pressed against the pillows and fluffy duvet, and his entire front pressed to your back. With every thrust inside you you feel every single detail of his body as it rests against yours. 

The way he's resting on his forearms has him caging you against the bed, in a cocoon of your own. Your body is confined between his arms, your own forearms holding you up under him. You feel so small under him, his movements hitting you with extreme intensity. You fist the sheets in your fingers and groan. 

“Who makes this tight, slutty little pussy cum?” his lips brush against your cheek with every word that escapes them. Everything feels so warm, and vulnerable. You’re just a doll for his pleasure. You can barely recognise your own voice anymore– so whiny and desperate.

“You do.” 

“And who am I?” he squishes your face between his fingers. “Daddy!” you surge forward a little with the force of his thrust. You attempt to press your forehead against his but he’s determined on having a full view of your face as you slowly come apart on his cock. “Who makes you feel so goddamn good you can’t even think straight?” 

Javier takes delight in your incoherent, trembling answers. “Daddy does”. He eggs you on, seemingly unable to get enough of the way you scramble to respond to him while being unable to control your sounds of pleasure. “Whose cock got ya going all dumb?” 

“Daddy’s” he coos and laughs against your skin, his death grip on your cheeks not ceasing. “That’s fuckin right, aint it.” He takes your chin in his hand and turns your face away from his, then buries his face in your neck and sucks at your skin. Your arms give out under you and you’re now fully pressed against the bed. You hear it creak indecently with every one of your movements. 

“Such a good bunny.” Javier’s cheek is flush with yours, and you’re sure he can feel just how hot they are against his cool skin. A swarm of butterflies flutters in your tummy and you whine, so incredibly close to the release you’ve been desperate for all evening. 

“Need daddy to make you cum?” both of his arms wind around your body, wedging themselves between yourself and the mattress. “Yes please, please daddy, really wanna.” you press your forehead against the pillow but he tilts it up. 

“Oh baby bunny..” you feel him throb inside you and his thrusts become sloppier. You can tell he’s nearing his end. “Good fucking girl..” the heat radiating off his body has sweat dripping down your back. You’re so close to cumming you push your hips back against him– whatever little you can, still mostly smothered by his towering frame. “Sound so sweet askin daddy like that. Usin’ your manners.” 

“Please daddy, make me cum..” with a sharp, deep thrust his cock nudges that spot inside you just right. The coil in your belly snaps and your whole body goes limp. “Wanna see that pretty little face.” Javi keeps your face tilted towards his so he can capture your lips in a messy kiss as you come undone around his cock– unable to reciprocate with your eyes rolling back into your head and your mouth parting in a strained, languid moan. “That's it, look at daddy’s good girl.” 

Seeing your face seems to set his own release off, and you feel Javi rut into your fluttering, wet heat in a few final, deep thrusts before his cock is pulsing against your walls and painting them in hot ropes of his spend. You vaguely hear him groan, and he nips your bottom lip. 

Javier takes a moment to catch his breath, slumping on top of you briefly before rolling onto his side. His touch, and his weight over your body is already something you miss, and you reach for him– arm reaching out and hand groping for purchase on his skin. He indulges you and pulls you on top of him, lets you catch your own breath with your chest pressed against his. You feel his spend mess your inner thighs. You murmur the word “pillow” and hope he gets the message to shift it before getting it dirty. Thankfully he does. 

By the time he’s pulling said pillow from under your hips and rolling you onto your side you’re half asleep. He collapses beside you and pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against him. He's like a wall between you and the rest of the room. 

With your eyes closed and mind stuck between sleep and wakefulness you snuggle into him, giving yourself to dreamland. You hear him whisper before you lose all consciousness 

“Good night, baby bunny.” 

— 

You don't know how long it's been since you fell asleep. Javier’s arms, that have been caging you against him, move delicately to loosen around your frame. With fluttering eyelids you gain an ounce of consciousness to register the movement of your leg over Javi’s waist. 

It's all warm and fuzzy, and you murmur his name as a question before nuzzling into his neck. You can't tell what's happening, just hear him hush your whines when you feel his cock slide against your dripping seam. You wiggle your hips, already desperate for him. His tip bumps your clit and you shiver. 

You’re tired, you’re sleepy, hell you’re barely conscious. You drift between sleep and wakefulness, your skin setting ablaze as he lines himself up with your warm centre and slowly buries himself to the hilt. 

His lips slot against yours and his tongue slips into your mouth. You struggled to kiss him back as his cock slides in and out of your aching pussy. He squeezes your breast in his palm and you moan into his mouth. “S’okay, just keep makin’ them pretty sounds for me..” You can't help but sleepily moan and mewl. “all those pretty sounds for daddy? Aren't they?”

The both of you know he’s right. Javier’s lips come back to meet yours and he swallows your whimpers, you feel yourself getting closer and your pussy clenches down on his cock. His body's heat isn’t helping. The sheets get too warm and you feebly try and kick them off. 

Javi pulls them off you and the cool air from the AC hits your bar upper body. Sighing, you return your arms around his neck and push your hips towards his. “I know, baby Bun..” he holds you against him. “I know..” Your body hasn’t cooled down and you feel your chest burn with the heat. Your nipples pebble under the cool air and you bring his hand to your chest to ease the tension. The sensations make you impossibly more desperate and you search for his lips once again. 

He obliges and brings his face down to yours, his thrusts slow but deep and firm. Your breath becomes quicker and you feel the tension about to snap. Your lips go slack against his and he licks into your mouth as you moan softly and your walls pulse around his cock. You can barely hear him groan and you’re halfway back asleep already.

He thrusts inside your hot, throbbing heat a few more times before stilling inside you and filling you up. The feeling of his cock pulsing against your walls makes you shiver. He pulls out and you vaguely gauge the mess between your legs– far worse than before.  You swing your leg higher over his waist and he pulls you closer, you’re almost immediately back asleep. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck and dozes off. 

— 

The sun doesn't stand a chance disturbing you and peeking through the thick, blackout curtains– you’re awoken by the comforting sound of the kettle boiling over in its stead. Wakefulness evades you, but your eyes flutter open to catch Javier’s silhouette standing at the counter beside the tv, taking the kettle off its stand and making himself some tea. A soft rustling fills the room as you turn in the fluffy, plush sheets, only now realising you’re clothed in a fresh pair of panties and Javier’s old Lakers’ shirt– the one he wears around the house. 

You feel fresh, and you smell great– like the somebody bobbing his teabag in his cup had taken the opportunity to give you a nice sponge bath while you were still sleeping. You call that someone’s name– voice still thick with sleep. When you actually try to sit up you’re suddenly aware of how sore the previous night's escapades have actually left you. 

Javi turns in your direction, and his bedhead and overall morning grogginess doesn't go over your head. You envy your mother– she wakes up to this every single morning and still manages to be a bitch. What you wouldn’t give… 

“Got a few more hours till we leave.” He sits down in the armchair next to the windows and places his cup on the table. You’re surprised by how nonchalant he always seems to be about this whole situation. His wedding band catches the light of the sun and twinkles. You feel a pit in your stomach. 

He doesn’t pay you any mind as you roll out of bed, busy with his files from his meeting from the previous day. It takes you a minute to get to him, and you push his thighs apart and sit on the ground between his legs. You’re not exactly sure what you’re doing there, but you assume it’ll help you wake up. You want to be next to him, that's all you know. 

You rest your cheek on his thigh as he reads, and you can't help that your mind wanders to the events of the previous night. A tingle runs down your spine, and your eyes fall to his lap. You’ve never given anyone head before, and suddenly the thought of Javier grabbing your face and fucking into your mouth with his thick cock seems more appealing than ever. 

You shift on the ground beneath him, and nuzzle his thigh. His hand comes down to stroke your head and your eyes flutter shut. He’s still reading when you begin to trace patterns on his thigh with your fingertips. 

“Want something, bunny?” Peering over the files he glances down at you, still stroking your head gently. You don’t reply, not even sure what or how you can ask for what you want him to teach you. Instead you shift on your knees and bend down to kiss along his stomach. 

“Asked ya something, baby..” he doesn’t stop you so you continue, toying with the waistband of his shorts between your fingers. “Gonna speak up before we gotta go home?” The mention of ‘home’ makes you cringe. Seemingly realising what exactly you’re asking for as you trail kisses along his inner thighs, Javi grabs a hold of your face and pulls you up till your resting your chin back against his stomach. “C’mon now, get up. Gotta save that energy– your momma’s got that barbeque tonight we gotta go to. Barely slept five hours.” You plant your face in his stomach and groan. You’re not exactly elated to go back home, and you know he knows that. 

“Thanks for reminding me.” 

Way to kill the mood. 

“It ain’t that bad, ya know.” he sighs quite heavily, and you hear him flip another page in the document he's holding. “I know you wanna go make a life far away, and your mother, she’s not the nicest to ya..” He puts down the papers as he speaks, and his hand twists around your neck. You know what he’s getting at– what he was trying to get at last night. 

The comment irks you, and you raise your head from his stomach and sit higher on your knees. “I am not having this conversation with you.” The hand that’s around your neck pulls you up till you're on your knees completely, and you place both hands on his thighs to keep your balance. “Can’t keep runnin’ away from every problem you have.” He tilts your head up as he speaks with a hold on your hair. 

“For the record you don't know anything about me or my mother.” You shake off his hold and catch his wrist in your grasp, firmly planted on his thigh. “I know you think you’ve got us all pinned down, but lest you need reminding– you’ve been in our lives all of what? Twelve months?” He doesn’t try to remove his hand from your grip, and you feel a little bad about how you’re lashing out at him. 

“Bun..” Especially when he talks to you this way, all patient and sweet. “Can’t keep doin’ this..” his other hand reaches for your face but you grab it too. “Not now at least.” you know what’s coming next. “And ya can’t keep gettin so close to trouble. Can't keep runnin that mouth on everyone. Actin’ out.” 

The comment makes you roll your eyes, makes them burn unpleasantly. It doesn’t register whether he's right or not, you don't care. You're not interested. “I get it–  you’re a big hot shot detective and all, and you really like all this perfect picket fence family stuff. But I don’t need you to like be my dad or whatever it is you were hoping to be.” You pause and look between the both of you. “If that wasn’t abundantly clear already…” 

Even you flinch at the comment, but Javier doesn’t budge. His jaw ticks and your heart aches in regret. “That's not what I meant, Bun.” His voice is calm, and gentle, and it makes your eyes sting even more. He takes your silence as an opportunity to continue. “And it’s gonna come all crashin down and then what? Bein so reckless?” 

“You're not fixing anything, okay?” Your grip on his wrists tightens a little, and you harshly let go. “Will you just stop? Just lay off. I know what I'm doing.” You cringe at the sound of your own voice, at how juvenile and childish you’re being despite his kindness. You don't want to deal with whatever he’s trying to bring up. “Just stay out of it.” 

“I know ya are..” you get off your knees, hands still planted on your thighs in an attempt to hoist yourself up to your feet. You try to stand but he pulls you into his lap and you fall forward into his chest with a yelp. His arms tighten around you and you rest your head on his shoulder with your face turned away from him. He rubs your back gently and seems to decide to put a pin in the conversation.  “Bunny baby.” He can probably feel your heart thud against him. 

One of his hands sneaks up your, or rather his, shirt, and he squeezes the flesh of your thigh. “Done gettin all upset with me?” turning his head he places a few kisses against your neck– feather light, and chuckles when you whine and turn your own head to catch his lips with yours. “This what you wanted?” 

“Stubborn brat.” with both hands on your waist he pulls you down against him, your panty clad core meeting his hardness and sending a shiver down your spine. His words make you shiver and you grind down against him. His hand sneaks up and his fingers wrap around your throat– forcing your watery eyes to his. “Was gonna teach ya how to suck some cock, but you’re too much of a brat huh?” 

As he speaks, he reaches between the two of you, freeing his throbbing cock from his shorts and teasing your slit with his tip. Your hips rise and squirm and the grip he has on your throat makes you dizzy. “Need to get fucked silly again? Need me to shut ya up?” 

You can’t respond, just continue to mewl and chase the pleasure of his cock rubbing up against your dripping folds. He teases your tight hole– his head just barely pushing in only to retreat to your clit and leave you clenching around nothing. “Don't worry bunny, gonna teach ya how to shut that mouth right up.”

Your mouth waters at the thought. You bite your lip. You find a steady and sturdy grip on his shoulders and whisper a plea for him to “please daddy– let me” he cuts you off with a spank and sinks the head of his cock in your warm, wet, cunt. “Not today, not when ya givin’ me that attitude”  

“Please daddy-” he cuts you off with another spank, gripping your hips and letting you sink fully onto his cock. “Not another word from that mouth.” his fingers squish your face and he brings you to meet his eyes. “Gonna take what I give ya.” 

He thrusts up into your waiting cunt, holds you in place on his lap and uses you like a doll. “Lucky to be gettin’ my cock after bein’ such a fuckin’ brat” you mewl at the harshness of his words but its all to difficult to concentrate on when you can feel the delicious stretch of his thick cock splitting you open. No time to adjust before his hips are meeting yours with impressive speed. 

The obscene squelching of your wetness and the sound of slapping skin fills the room and sends your eyes rolling back into your head. “Never fuckin listen, do ya?”You call out his name and he grunts, his hand releasing its grip on your face to palm your tit through your t-shirt. His thumb brushes your hard nipple and you can’t help but moan. “Think ya got everything figured out.” 

“Like being a bad girl?” You hate how close you already are, the drag of his cock against your quivering walls has you out of breath despite the fact that you’re not doing any of the work here. “Can feel how bad you wanna cum.” Javi feels you tighten around him and he groans, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and bringing your face down to his for a kiss. 

He lets you lick into his mouth in a silent apology for your tone earlier, doesn’t make you chase his lips and offers them to you with grace. His steady thrusting makes it difficult for you to keep your lips on his but he doesn’t tease you– just continues to fuck into your wet heat till you breath hitches and your reeling forward onto his chest. 

Your hips stutter and your pussy flutters around his cock. Javi groans a string of low curses at the feeling of your cunt milking him. You go dumb and dizzy for a few seconds, your whole body on fire as you ride out your high– prolonged by the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you. A ragged moan escapes your lips as you feel him paint your insides with his hot spend, the aftershocks seizing your body as the two of you simultaneously come down from your high. 

Your chests rise and fall against one another, and Javi moves your legs across his lap so your thighs can catch some respite from the strain of bouncing on his cock. You can’t help but wince when you feel his spend drip onto your thighs. He reaches between your legs and swipes the cut of your pussy, then brings his fingers to your lips and you open them– sucking on his digits gently. Your eyes flutter closed and he pulls his digits from your mouth. He places a kiss on the tip of your nose and you rest your head back against his shoulder. 

There's a few more beats of silence. There's a tension, but not enough for you to peel yourself away from his hold. In fact he's the one to shift under you, you take his place on the armchair and watch as he makes his way towards the bathroom. You glance towards the coffee table and spot the contents of the file. The title reads “Employment Contract: Attache for The United States Federal Drug Enforcement Agency in Colombia.” 

Javier stops in front of the door, he peels his shirt off, and doesn’t turn your way as he speaks. 

“Never mean ya’ any harm, baby Bun.. Just lookin’ out for ya’.” 

— 

Lost inside

Adorable illusion and I cannot hide

I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside

We coulda made it cruising, yeah

La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light

Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed!! Remember, again very morally dubious and borderline unhealthy relationship here. We are dealing with it in the realm of fiction! Thank you to everyone who comments and engages with my work you keep me writing!! Please let me know what you think!! 💗

[chukys-mouthguard]

for the prompt request #4 “I know I said you could call me anytime, but… It’s the middle of the night” with quinn hughes and a little bit of angst a lil bit of fluff 😁

thank you so much for this request, i love a little angsty/fluff with Quinn 🫶🏼 hope you like this!!

note: i literally never know how to end these and like i know they are meant to be quick little blurbs and nothing crazy but my brain starts going and i wanna end up writing so much 🫠 so sorry if my endings suck sometimes

“I’m gonna kill her…” 

Quinn groaned as he heard your ringtone coming from his phone, that he could’ve sworn he’d put on silent. Pulling it from his side table he grumpily answered, “y/n, i swear to god. I know I said you could call me anytime, but…it’s the middle of the night.” 

“Quintin Hughes, don’t be mad at me, please?” 

Immediately he knew you were drunk by the tone of his voice, and you only ever called him Quintin after one too many vodka lemonades.

“Send me the address, I’ll come and get you.” 

Rolling his eyes he hung up the phone, tossing back the covers before throwing on a hoodie and shoes to come pick you up. 

You knew Quinn was mad the second you sat down in passenger seat. His jaw clenched as he didn’t even look at you, eyes on the road waiting for the sound of the door closing and the click of your seatbelt signaling for him to drive. 

Once back to his place you slowly trailed behind him, Quinn still not saying a word as he disappeared into the kitchen, you heading to his room only to find he’d laid out a tshirt and some shorts for you already. Despite his silence and angered essence in the car, you knew it wasn’t directed at you. At least, not entirely. Quinn had been down since the Canucks playoff exit and his sleep schedule had been a mess. So a late night drunk call after he’d finally fallen asleep at a decent time was not something he was thrilled about. 

Quinn soon appeared in the doorway of the bathroom as you were taking off your makeup. A water bottle and some chips in hand. “I thought you might want these?” 

His voice soft, laced with exhaustion as you could see on his face just how tired he was. 

“Thank you…and I’m sorry.” 

He shrugged, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doors frame. Watching you finish up in the bathroom, the two of you making your way to his room and finding your places on his bed. 

“It’s my fault…I didn’t put my phone on silent. Or do not disturb. So I did it to myself.” 

Quinn slightly chuckling as he rested his head against the wall, eyes closing as you broke open the water and chips. “Well, I should’ve been more cognizant of the fact that it was so late. I could’ve called someone else.” 

He glanced at you with a smirk on his face. “We all know I’m the person you will always call. Drunk y/n loves calling Quintin Hughes to save the day.” Mocking your tone in which you call his name when you’re intoxicated, Quinn laughs while you just blush. 

“I can’t help it when you always have water and chips ready to go for me! And it’s the variety pack of chips so it’s always a surprise!” 

Quinn shook his head, the funny thing being is that you didn’t make that comment because you were drunk. You were just that much of a good to genuinely enjoy that he kept a variety pack of chips at his place. 

“Well, look,” setting the now empty bag of chips on one of his bedside tables you moved to sit more in front of him as you spoke. “I will try and not make these drunk calls a frequent thing. Especially with you’re sleep schedule being a mess right now. I’ll try and be more aware. I’m sorry.” 

“Y/n, it’s not that big of a deal. I don’t mind taking care of your drunk ass. But maybe just give me a heads up next time if you’re going out, so I’m at least aware that I might be on call.” 

“Oh my gosh, should we get pagers? Like doctors used to have back in the day? And I could page you when I need you?” 

Reaching behind him, Quinn grabbed a pillow, playfully smacking it across your face. “You’re done, take your drunk ass to bed right now.” 

Quinn placing the pillow back behind his head as he rolled over, pulling the covers over him. “Fucking pagers…you are something else y/n.” 

He chuckled into the pillow as you couldn’t control your drunken laughter. “Well, just kidding we can scrap that idea.”

“Why?” 

Quinn asked as he was trying to calm his laughter. “I don’t think they make pagers anymore. Google says they mostly use phones nowadays. So it looks like your stuck getting calls from my Quintin!” 

Rolling over you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close to you as he groaned, “Not unless I block your number.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Quinn laughed at your offended tone, “trust me, Jack drunk called me like crazy once he turned 21 and he got his number blocked for a few weeks. Don’t try me y/n. And if you want to keep your endless supply of water and variety bag chips, I suggest you trust me.” 

“Aye aye captain!” 

Playfully saluting to him he just covered his face with a pillow as he laughed at you before rolling over. 

Smiling to himself he’d finally calmed down from all the laughter, drifting off to sleep. The fastest he’d been able to sleep in weeks, thanks to having you by his side. 

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 11

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Em wonders what he should do for the diss track mentioning Y/N when an unexpected threat comes along, involving old pictures.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

CW : Mention of nude pictures ; Panic attack ; Anxiety ; Mention of nudity

You looked at him, confused. The two of you were standing extremely close to one another and his hand was still on your shoulder. His eyes were focusing on your lips, as you were nervously chewing on the bottom one. You could tell he wanted you. Not a doubt in your mind. And clearly, you wanted him just as much. 

Marshall…, you whispered. 

Y/N… 

You gently grazed his forearm with your hand, prompting him to get even closer. You were chest to chest. He looked you in the eyes, though he seemed lost in some sort of haze. The two of you said nothing, he simply let his hand fall to your hip and you placed a hand on his chest, gently clutching at his tee-shirt. Your faces were inches away, and all you had to do was to get on the tip of your toes. But you didn’t. The silence was comfortable. Nothing was happening and yet, this was intimate. You could feel his heart beating in his chest, his breath on you. His fingers started digging in your hip, through the soft fabric of the tee-shirt. You ached to feel him on your skin. Your chest was softly heaving, lessening the distance a little bit with every breath. You looked at his face, but couldn’t decipher what he was feeling. He brought his hand to your face and gently stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. 

Stop biting your lip like this, he ordered softly. 

Why ? You hummed. 

Because it makes me want to do the same, he whispered. I could be the one biting it. 

You felt a knot form in your stomach. This man was something else. Barely touching you, just with his voice, he managed to drive you crazy. You couldn’t manage to hold a whimper as soon as the words left his mouth. Right when you thought it wasn’t possible, his eyes got a shade darker before he closed them. He cupped your face and his lips almost grazed yours. You started to lean in for a kiss before a knock on the door pulled you out of your transe. 

Hum… Marshall ? You heard Paul say. Are you guys coming or what ? 

Shit, Marshall muttered. 

He suddenly took a step back, staring at you in shock, as if he just came to his senses. 

Coming, Paul, he said louder, not taking his eyes away from you. 

Suddenly, just with a step back, he seemed so far away. It was as if your heart had dropped in your chest. You looked at each other in a silence that was no longer comfortable. You grabbed your soaked tee-shirt and walked through the door. 

Thanks for the tee-shirt, you whispered. 

You went back to the couch in the studio, trying to keep your composure. Jamal was staring at you. Even though you tried to keep a straight face, you could tell he knew that something was wrong. He knew you too well anyway. Still, you tried to smile. Marshall came in a few minutes later and you tried your best not to look at him. Instead, you grabbed the laptop in your bag and started working. 

You don’t eat the rest of your food ? Jamal asked. 

You can have it if you want, you said with your eyes still on the screen. 

You barely ate, girl. 

I have to work, you said. That dissertation isn’t going to write itself, you know ? 

Yeah, we should work too, Marshall pointed out. 

Have you decided what you want to do about that diss track ? Jamal asked.

No, Marshall said in an annoyed voice. What do you think ? 

I mean, the guy’s an asshole, that’s for sure, your friend replied. He got a lot too personal for my taste, coming for your family and friends. Especially Proof. And I don’t like that he called Y/N a bitch, of course. 

Y/N, what do you think ? Porter asked you. 

I don’t have an opinion, you said. 

You could feel the guys staring at you, but you kept on writing a paragraph. 

What do you mean you don’t have an opinion ? Jamal asked. Y/N, the man insulted you. 

Yeah, Royce said. He said… What was it again ? That you’re a tiny bitch in a shiny dress and… Something about your tits ? 

Yup. “Big ass tits”, Paul recalled. And how he wants to, uh… You know. Fuck you in Marshall’s place. 

Aren’t you mad ? Porter asked. 

Couldn’t care less, you said honestly. 

Really ? You’re going to let someone talk about fucking you on a diss record ?! Jamal asked, suddenly getting heated. 

You rolled your eyes and stared at him. 

He doesn’t talk about fucking me, he talk about fucking Em’s girl or whoever that is. 

That’s the same thing, he pointed out. You can’t be serious. 

It is not the same thing, you said as you put the emphasis on the negation. Whatever… I’m starting to think that the rap game’s really cute. 

Cute ?! Royce interjected. 

They were all staring at you in shock. 

Yeah, you said with a soft laugh. This guy just wants to be noticed by you. I mean, when you think about it, people throwing disses at each other is just a way to get attention. Like when you’re teasing someone in high school, and it’s actually because you really like them ? So yeah,… Cute. And that JJL person that gave you friendship jewelry ? Cute too. 

This caused the whole group to chortle. Marshall stared at you with a grin. 

LL Cool J, he corrected with a smile. And it’s not friendship jewelry. 

You guys act all tough, but you’re just a bunch of softies, you teased. You just have your twisted ways of writing love letters to each other, I guess. If he didn’t think that you’re great, he wouldn’t come for you. So really, it’s a diss, but I feel like it’s some sort of compliment too, at that point. 

That part is kind of true, in that case, Royce said.

Don’t you dare say we’re softies, though. I mean, we are, but it’s a secret, you know ? Porter said with a wink. 

You chortled. 

Plus, there’s the obvious thing, you added. He can write a diss on Marshall because he’s got some info or so he thinks. But we don’t know anything about him, do we ? 

She’s got a point, Paul said. 

Can you look him up ? Marshall asked. 

You didn’t respond, just handed him the computer. 

Just do it, Royce said. By the time Em understands how the computer works, we’ll all be in a retirement home. 

You chuckled and searched for the guy’s name on Google. Of course, there were already a bunch of headlines about his diss track. The guy had a massive following on social media and was apparently known to put out disses to every rapper out there, though most people didn’t bother responding. You didn’t tell the guys, but you thought he was good-looking. He was about your age and definitely your type. He could have been one of your celebrity crushes, if he hadn’t been an asshole and had actual talent. You shared what you found with them. 

What do you want to do ? You asked Marshall. 

I don’t know, he said. I’d gladly destroy him, just for sport. But I also don’t want to make him bigger. 

Technically speaking, he’s not even good, Royce pointed out. 

And lyrically, Porter began… 

…even I could come up with a better diss, you continued. 

They all chortled. 

Really ? Marshall asked with a smirk. Let’s hear it. What would you say if you had to diss me ? 

Well, I…, you hesitated, realizing you probably got ahead of yourself. 

You can’t come up with anything, now, can you ? He asked cockily. 

I uh… could say it’s ironic that you call yourself a Rap God when you have such a dad bod ? you chuckled. 

The others burst out in laughter as Marshall looked at you amused. “Bitch”, he muttered gently. This prompted the group to try and find actual good, original disses to throw at Marshall, who responded by dissing them back. It was fun and entertaining for you to see them go back and forth and come up with the craziest bars. You probably weren’t very objective, but you were blown away by Marshall’s talent. You spent the afternoon working and laughing at boys, who did not get actual work done, too busy making fun of each other. At the end of the day, Marshall decided not to respond to the diss. As out of line as it was, he thought it didn’t deserve his attention, and everyone ended up agreeing, though Royce seemed a bit disappointed. 

When you finally got home, you were greeted by the smell of your favorite dish : Talia’s signature Masala Chicken. 

Hey, you said shyly as you entered the kitchen to say hi. 

Hi you, she said as she turned to you. 

You were shocked by the sight of her. She had scratches on her arms and face, as well as a black eye. Her lip was pretty swollen too. 

Oh my god, Talia, what happened to you ?! You asked in a panicked voice. Jamal, come here !!! 

I’m fine, she said. Don’t worry about it baby. 

What happened ? You asked again. Who did that to you ? 

Don’t freak out, she sighed. I… paid a little visit to Cassie at her hotel last night. 

You what ?! 

Jamal came into the kitchen and sighed. 

I told you she’d freak out when you’d tell her, babe, he said. 

You knew ?! You asked him in disbelief. And you didn’t tell me ? 

Well, she told me last night, when she came back, he sighed. And she made me promise not to tell you before therapy. 

She won’t bother you anymore, baby. I made sure of it, she said 

Your eyes opened wide. 

What… Is she the one who did that to you ?! Cassie ?! You asked. 

You should see her, she grinned. I just planned on confronting her, but one thing led to another and… Well. You see. 

You didn’t have to do that for me, you whined. I don’t want to see you get hurt. 

I did that for the both of us, really. Cassie and I… We had some preexisting beef. I should have handled that a long time ago, she explained. 

What beef ? 

Before uni, we went to the same highschool. Back then, she was already the meanest girl in the class. She hated me. Then, we went to uni and she spread a bunch of rumors about me… Before getting my boyfriend to sleep with her. So, really, she had it coming, she said. 

Why didn’t you tell me ? 

Because you were already friends with her when I met you ! And as much as I hate her, I didn’t want you to get into it. As far as I knew, she was a good friend to you, so that’s what matters, right ? She explained. 

Tears were starting to well in your eyes. Talia really was the best person you knew. She smiled at you and brought you into a hug. 

I love you, baby, she said. I’m sorry I was so hard on you. I just… I couldn’t bear to lose you, you know ? You mean so much to me. 

I love you too, you whined before giving her another hug. 

Anyway, I made your favorite food, because you deserve some props for being 24 hours sober, she said with a smile. I am so proud of you. 

And just like that, your bestie was back. The three of you had a lovely evening, until you got a call from none other than… Simon. He told you he broke up with Sarah and wanted to see you. Some part of you wanted to say yes, as you were feeling a bit guilty for the things you said the last time you had seen it, but you didn’t feel ready yet. Before hanging up, he asked if the rumors of you going out with Eminem were true. You didn’t respond and wished him goodnight. 

The two following days were uneventful. It was business as usual. You were working on your dissertation at the studio, keeping the guys company. They all had a solid work ethic so the atmosphere was somewhat studious. It was just what you needed. You didn’t really talk to Marshall, seeing as the two of you were busy. You joked around a bit but didn’t have your usual one on one conversation, whether it was via text or in real life. To be fair, you didn’t quite know how to feel about that. Part of you wanted to hang out with him as you usually did, but after what happened in the office - or rather might have happened if Paul hadn’t knocked on the door - you weren’t too sure of how to act. So the contact the two of you had was greeting each other, small talk and eating with the others. 

On Thursday morning, however, he texted you to ask you to come to his office as soon as you arrived at the studio. Your heart was pounding as you knocked on the door. 

Come in, you heard him say. 

Hey, you said shyly. 

Hey, Y/N, he replied before giving you a side hug. How are you today ? 

I’m good. You wanted to see me ? You asked, as your heart started racing. 

Yeah. Paul will join us in a minute. 

The atmosphere seemed a little tense. Part of you thought he asked you to come in to clear the air about the other day. Why was Paul getting involved in that ? That didn’t make sense. You both sat on the couch and waited for the manager. When he came in, there was concern all over his face. 

Is there something wrong ? You asked. Am I… in trouble ? 

We just need to clear the air about a few things, Paul said. We got an email last night. About you. 

About me ? You asked. Is that about the pictures ? 

Oh, it is about pictures, Marshall said in an annoyed voice. 

Both men seemed rather uneasy. 

What about the pictures ? I thought you said we wouldn’t address the topic, Marshall, you said sheepishly. The press and people on social media will get tired eventually, right ? 

Haven’t you been on social media in the last few days ? Paul suddenly asked. 

Not since we checked the rapper who made that diss, you explained. Otherwise, no. I’ve been working on my dissertation. Why ? 

Y/N, Marshall said as he gently took your hand. The guy leaked your name and Instagram account. 

That’s not right, you said. I don’t know him. I’ve never met him. How the hell could he know my name or my Instagram ? That makes no sense. It’s probably a fake one. 

It’s not, Paul said. We checked thoroughly. 

He handed you his phone and showed you screenshots of posts on Instagram and Twitter where the guy mentioned you by name and shared your account : “Check @yourinstagramname on IG. No pics of Em. Even she is ashamed of him.”

Oh my god, you said before checking your account. 

You had thousands of new followers, plenty of unread messages and a bunch of comments under your pictures. Some of them were asking about your relationship with “Em”,  others commenting on your physical appearance, whether it was to call you “hot” or deem you “too ugly for him”. Jury was still out, apparently. You sheepishly turned off your phone. 

I don’t understand, you said. 

That’s not all, Y/N, Marshall said in an angry voice. Paul, show her the rest. 

He proceeded to show you another tweet, in which the guy was threatening to leak some of your nudes if Marshall didn’t respond to his diss by next monday. Both of them were looking at you with annoyed looks. 

You guys know I don’t know him, right ? You asked. I never heard of him, how could I send him nudes ? 

I’m not saying you sent him pictures, Paul said. But he has some pictures of you. He sent them via email last night, probably to prove he could make good on his threat if Marshall doesn’t respond. 

That’s probably some Photoshop, you said. 

That’s what I thought at first, Paul replied. But… 

He showed you the email, which contained dozens of pictures of you. There you were, in several lingerie outfits, posing for the camera. Some pictures looked rather innocent, while some of them were more suggestive. On the last one, you were only wearing lace panties, your breasts clearly visible. These were actual pictures of you, taken years ago. You were absolutely mortified. 

That’s you, Marshall said. 

It wasn’t a question. Merely an observation. He had seen enough of your body to know that it was actually you in the pictures. There was even your tiny heart tattoo on your hip to prove it. 

Oh my god, you said as you felt your anxiety levels rise. I can’t believe it. It’s not possible. Please tell me it’s a joke. I-It can’t be. 

I wish I could, Paul said. But it’s not. 

Why… Why would he do that ?! I am nobody, you said as your breath was heaving. I’m not even your girlfriend, Marshall !!! 

Tears were starting to stream down your cheeks. Marshall brought you into a hug. 

I know, Y/N, he said. I am sorry. It doesn’t make sense. 

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, you whined. Paul, you’re a lawyer, right ? There has to be something you can do ! 

It’s… complicated, Paul said. If you’d been a minor when the pictures were taken, he could face up to 20 years for sharing them. But it’s not the case. We can take action and contact the authorities, but these procedures take time. Especially since that guy is based in NYC. 

You kept on crying on Marshall’s shoulder. He gently held you and stroked your hair. You felt trapped. You were in a room with two grown men confronting you about some old nude pictures that a total stranger was threatening to leak for the world to see. It was so wrong, on so many levels. You felt embarrassed and angry, but panic was getting the best of you. Everything was starting to get blurry and, as seconds went by, their voices were reduced to echoes. 

You need to breathe, Marshall said softly. Remember the breathing exercises ? 

I can’t, you whispered. It’s a nightmare. I’m going to die. Oh my god… 

He gently shushed you and kneeled by your side. He placed your hand on his chest and reminded you of the breathing exercises you had done. But this time, it wasn’t working. If anything, you were hyperventilating. 

You’re safe, he whispered in your ears. It’s just a panic attack. You’re going to get through it. 

I can’t, you cried. 

Of course you can, he said gently. How about we try something else ? Try and name three things you can see ? 

T-The desk… And the award shelf and… Paul…, you said as you slowly came to your senses. 

Yes, he encouraged you. You’re doing so good. Now, try and…

…Oh my God, Paul saw me naked, you whispered. 

This thought was enough to send you back into panic mode. You were shaking more than ever. Marshall was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t even make sense of what he was saying. You could only feel him gently stroking your shoulder. You were desperately trying to think of something else, but your mind came on coming back to the pictures. 

Should we call 911 ? Paul asked after a while. She doesn’t seem to calm down. 

No, you begged. No hospital. No drugs, please… 

Don’t worry, Marshall said. I got you. 

You were sweating bullets and it felt like you were in the desert. Tears kept on flowing and your eyes were burning. 

Paul, get me an ice pack, a wet cloth and some water, Marshall ordered. 

Paul left the room and came back a minute seconds later with everything Marshall had asked. They helped you lay on the couch and Marshall made you hold the ice pack in your hands while he applied the wet cloth to your forehead. The sensations were soothing, but you were still too hot. 

Paul, leave us alone, please, Marshall demanded. 

Are you sure ? The manager asked. 

Yes. Go wait outside. Tell the others I won’t be back for a little while, ok ?  

Paul nodded and left the room. Marshall kept on stroking your hand with his. 

I figured you’d feel more comfortable if it was just us, he said gently. 

Thank you, you said almost inaudibly. 

Anytime, he replied. What do you need ? Tell me. 

I can’t breathe in these clothes, you whined. They’re too tight. Too hot.

Ok, he whispered. I’ll help you undress. Is that ok ? 

You nodded and he gently helped you take the clothes off, leaving you in your underwear. Unlike the other day, there was nothing equivocal to the situation. Sex was the last thing on your mind anyway, and you were thankful Marshall didn’t read into it either. His moves were gentle and he made sure that you were comfortable. 

Better ? He asked. 

You nodded and laid back on the couch, holding the ice pack against your bare stomach. You made a mental note to remember how soothing you thought it was. 

I’m sorry, you whispered. I don’t mean to flash you. 

I know, he said with a chuckle. Don’t worry about it. 

He was sitting on the floor next to you, holding your hand and stroking your hair. You managed to breathe a little easier. 

I’m so sorry, he said in a sad voice. It’s my fault. If you weren’t linked to me, you wouldn’t have to endure that. I managed to avoid that kind of unwanted attention for my partners for the last fifteen years, but now, it has to be on you, of all people… I’m so sorry, Y/N, you have no idea. 

And I guess that now is too late to put out a statement, you said. 

I’m afraid so, yeah… I asked Paul this morning, but he said no one would believe it. And even if they did, there’s no telling if the guy would leak the pictures or not. 

I just don’t understand, you said. How can it get so personal ? 

That’s a first, even for me, he mumbled. I thought it was as bad as it could get when someone mentioned Proof, Hailie or my ex. Guess I was wrong. 

He sighed and held your hand. 

I can’t have these pictures leaked, you said as you felt a new tear roll on your cheek. With the media attention you get, everyone would see these. It could destroy my career. No one in research will take me seriously if they see my tits… 

I know, Y/N, he said softly. 

The others… Do they know about the pictures ? Have they seen it ? You asked with worry. 

They’ve seen the tweets, he said. But we haven’t shown them the pics. We’d never do that. Don’t even worry about it. 

It’s bad enough that you and Paul saw them, you sighed. 

We’re not judging, you know ? He assured you. We don’t think less of you because of these. 

I want to die, you whined. 

Don’t even say something like that, he scolded you. 

You gazed into his eyes. You were thankful for his ability to make you feel safe when you needed him. He smiled and kissed your forehead. 

You don’t seem too hot anymore, he pointed out. 

Yeah, I’m better… Thanks for helping me manage, you said softly. How come you’re so good at handling these attacks ? 

I had them a while ago, he explained. Especially when I got off the drugs. Plus, my eldest was diagnosed with anxiety when she was a teen. So I have some experience dealing with that. 

I’m lucky to have you, you said. Thank you. 

Mmmmh, I don’t know about that, he said pensively. If you didn’t have me, no asshole would threaten to post your picture… 

It’s not your fault, you know ? 

Yeah. But you shouldn’t be the one who has to deal with that. I’m fair game. Everyone else in my life is not, he said. You have no idea how… How many times I wanted to give it all back. I’m fine with people coming for me. I’m coming for them too, so I don’t mind. I can make peace with the attention I get and people constantly asking for pictures and autographs. But if I’d known the people I love would end up being casualties… 

Don’t get in your head, you said as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

He hummed and closed his eyes. 

How about you get dressed and we get Paul to come back here ? He offered. 

You nodded and put your clothes back on. 

Are you feeling better ? Paul asked when he came back in the room. 

Yeah, you said. Sorry you had to see this. 

It’s fine, he said. I’d probably freak out too if it were me. 

Fortunately, no one wants to see naked pics of you, dude, Marshall joked. If anything, people would pay us not to leak your nudes. 

This prompted you to giggle and relax for a second. 

So… Is there something we can do ? You asked. Should I message the guy directly ? 

I wouldn’t recommend that, Paul advised. This could give him the feeling that he has the upper hand, both on Marshall and on you.

I don’t care what it looks like for me, Marshall groaned. I just want for Y/N to be left alone. 

I know. But seeing as you’re linked in the eyes of the public, we can’t take chances, Paul explained. Although, this raises a few questions. Some of it feels personal. Y/N, I hate to ask, but are you sure you’ve never met him ? 

Never met him, you replied. I’ve never even set foot in New York. 

Never messaged him online either ? No DM, no dating app ? 

Man, leave her alone, Marshall groaned. She says no. What else do you want? 

Sorry, Paul said. But we have to know how he got his hands on these pictures. 

I don’t know, man, Marshall sighed. Isn’t that one of those cloud leak things ? 

I never put that on the cloud, you said. They weren’t even taken with my current phone. They’re from at least three years ago. 

Do you remember when you took them ? Paul asked. Were you dating anyone ? Do you have a list of people you sent the pictures to ? 

Oh God, you whispered. 

You distinctly remembered who had seen these pictures. Suddenly, it all clicked. You knew who was responsible.

[moonsgemini]

american heartbreak - i

summary: all June Summers wants is to be Rafe Cameron’s date to the county fair dance. Everyone from town would be there and she was tired of going alone. She was tired of watching him dance with other women, tired of waiting around for him.

warnings: cowboy!rafe x oc (minimal to no oc description, mutual pining, angst, fluff

wc: 2.7k

an: I hope you guys enjoy! I love cowboy rafe. I also just love writing au’s there’s so much more room for creative freedom. I basically just use rafe as a face claim bc drew starkey is a literal greek god.

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The sound of June’s boots as she paced back and forth behind the counter were beginning to drive Amber crazy. She was trimming tulips to make a new bouquet but she could barely concentrate when the her coworker was an anxious mess. The soft sound of music wasn’t enough to drown out the clacking of boots against wood. June bit her fingernails anxiously, her stare not leaving the floor as she was lost in thought.

“June I swear I’m going to kill you if you don’t relax,” She scolded the girl who stopped abruptly.

She smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry, I just am really nervous. What if he like laughs at me or something?”

Amber rolled her eyes, “That boy would never laugh at you.”

“You never know. What if he like thinks I’m crazy or worse never speaks to me again after he rejects me because he feels so bad!” She exclaimed dramatically.

“How do you even sleep at night with all this worrying?”

“I don’t get much of it.”

All week June had been practicing over and over in her head how she would ask her lifelong crush, Rafe, to the county fair. At the end of the night there would be a dance that the whole town went to. It was a big deal around here, and going with a date was a big deal. Every year there would be some new surprising couple that would be the talk of the town for the next few weeks before some new gossip spread. June had been pining over Rafe Cameron like a love sick puppy since they were eleven years old when boys started becoming cute and not gross anymore.

She had planned on asking him when he came in this afternoon. Rafe always came in on thursday evenings after practice to buy a fresh bouquet of flowers to take to his mom’s grave. A tradition he started in high school, the day before the rodeo, he’d go visit his mom. To this day he swore she was his goodluck charm. When June started working at the flower shop at sixteen she was ecstatic to have another excuse to see Rafe.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and her palms started sweating, it was six now which meant he was out of practice by now. June decided to make herself busy in the mean time to occupy her jittery fingers.

Rafe parked outside the small flower shop and let out a sigh of relief. Being at the flower shop on meant it was the end of his practice week and now he just had to worry about riding. It also meant he got to visit his favorite girl, and he wasn’t talking about his mom.

He looked into his rearview mirror of his old pick up truck and adjusted his hat. Checking himself to make sure he didn’t have any dirt or muck on his face. He got out of his truck making long strides towards the door. As he entered that all too familiar bell jingled alerting June and Amber or his presence. The smell of fresh flowers over took his senses, as well as the presence of his favorite flower girl.

June looked up from where she was picking the leaves off of the carnation stems. Her eyes widening for a second, her face beginning to feel hot as she smiled shyly at him. Suddenly any ounce of confidence she had to ask him about the dance left her body. That smirk he always wore turning her into a pile of mush. She’s surprised her legs were still holding her up as he walked over to the counter.

“Hi Rafe,” She said softly. Amber smiled to herself as she watched them interact. She sneakily walked into the back room to give them some privacy. It was a little routine she did whenever Rafe came in.

“Hi sweetheart, whatcha got today for me?” He asked resting his palms against the counter supporting his weight as he leaned towards her.

He was such a natural flirt. She could barely look him in the eyes most of the time, “we just got a bunch of beautiful tulips in so I made you a bouquet of purple ones with some baby’s breath,” June walked over to the one of the bucked holding an abundance of bouquets, “I also put a few daisy’s to add a bit more to it.”

She showed him the bouquet proudly. A wide smile spreading across his face, “That is beautiful. You’re so good. Mom will love them.”

June knew Rafe’s mom. She cared for everyone in town like they were all her family. Whenever June would be over at their house hanging out with Sarah she would make them food, always let them ride horses. When they were really young she’d let them play in the rain and get all muddy, when other mom’s in town would scold her for letting the kids look like a mess. She was the sweetest woman.

“Always the best for her,” She fidgeted with her hands nervously. If he knew the effect he had on her he’d be too powerful.

He pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty. Since he was their best customer she never charged him more than that. Clueless Rafe just thought that was how much each bouquet was, ��Am I seeing you tomorrow at the rodeo?”

She nodded, “Of course. I might help out Mrs.Mayfield sell raffle tickets.”

“Always the helpful one. I better see you at the Rooster after,” He pointed at her scolding playfully. Roosters was one of the local bars everyone went out to.

June laughed softly, “Maybe, I doubt you’d even notice if I wasn’t there.”

“Darlin I always notice when you’re not around,” He smirked, “I better get going to see mom.”

“Goodluck tomorrow Rafe,” She smiled with a small wave as he began walking out.

He tipped his hat at her with that cute lopsided smile on his lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow Ms.Summers.”

June watched him walk out to his truck, a dumb love struck smile on her face. That crush she’s had on him since second grade was never going away.

“You chicken.”

She jumped and reached to clutch her chest, “Oh my god you scared me.” She scolded her friend.

Amber had her arms crossed leaning against the doorway to the back, “You didn’t ask him!”

“I couldn’t! My brain got all blurry. I-I just can’t handle the thought of rejection. Especially not from him.”

“Did you not hear everything he said to you?” She walked over standing in front of June, “He practically was begging you to go tomorrow. Verbatim said ‘I always notice when you’re not around’ um hello?”

June shrugged, “He’s just being nice, that’s just Rafe.”

Amber stared at her with a deadpan expression, “I wish I could put you in a choke hold right now.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ll try to ask him tomorrow after the rodeo.”

“I’m sure you will. But we’re definitely going out after,” She smiled.

-

June and Amber had been friends since they were in diapers. Their moms being best friends themselves it was almost a given that their two daughters would be just as close. After they graduated high school they took all the money they had saved up and rented a cute little house in town. Now they were working on buying out Mr.Robertson for his flower shop. They had been working in it since they were fifteen and they wanted it to be their’s. Mr.Roberston kindly offered to sell it to them since he was getting too old to take care of it himself and once he sold it he’d move to Florida with his daughter.

The girls were close to buying it, needing a few more months to get the rest of the money. Most people wanted to move out of the small town they were born in but that wasn’t June or Amber. June liked it there, she liked the familiarity and the comfort it brought. She liked her life here, she liked living with her best friend and working with her too. She liked being five minutes away from her parents. June felt lucky to be where she was and have the people she had in her life.

After closing they had stopped by the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner. Now headed home in June’s dad’s old mustang they enjoyed the cool summer afternoon breeze and listened to their favorite artist, Taylor Swift. June felt like she had the perfect life. The only thing she longed for was someone to be by her side. Of course she had Amber but she wanted a romantic relationship. She wanted someone who could hold her at night and take her out on dates.

It’s not like she hadn’t tried to get a boyfriend. June had gone on a few dates but they never ended well. She was seeing Liam, a local mechanic, for a month but then she saw him flirting and kiss another girl at Rooster’s. After that she went on a date with a local bull rider, one of Rafe’s teammates, but he never called her after the night was over. June thought it was because she didn’t put out on the first date. She doesn’t know that it was because Rafe cornered the guy and threatened him. Told him if he ever went out with you again he’d tie him to his truck and drag him across town.

Amber had her own boyfriend, James, who was friends with Rafe. They worked together on the Cameron farm and occasionally helped coach Rafe. June has refused his attempts to set her up with Rafe more times than she could count. James moved to town a few years ago after he heard that the Cameron’s were looking for another ranch hand.

“Wanna invite Sarah for dinner?” Amber asked as they carried the groceries into the house.

June shrugged, “Sure, we haven’t seen her since she left for Charleston.”

“I’ll call her, can you get started on the potatoes please,” Amber said as she started dialing Sarah.

“yeah yeah,” June rolled her eyes playfully as she unpacked the grocery bags.

The three girls were all friends in school and Sarah ended up moving to North Carolina for college once they graduated. They managed to stay as close as possible with the distance. Sarah is Rafe’s sister and of course she knew of June’s infatuation with her older brother. Sarah wanted them to end up together, always talked about how perfect it would be to have her as a sister in law.

When they were younger and June would go to Sarah’s house she always prayed she’d run into Rafe. Occasionally she would but he was the same old Rafe back then. Would make slightly flirty comments towards her making her flustered and making her crush on him grow.

-

The girls sat around the dining table laughing at old stories from their childhood. Every time they got together it felt like they were fifteen again sneaking alcohol from Ward’s liquor cabinet and turning into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“And then Rafe came out from the barn and June practically jumped on him she was so excited to see him,” Sarah laughed tilting her head back.

June covered her embarrassed face at the memory, “Oh god! I forgot about that.”

“That was the closest you’ve gotten to him like ever,” Amber added, “You need to drink tequila again.”

“That will probably be the closest I get to him ever,” She said a hint of sadness in her voice.

“June you should just ask him out yourself. Forget all that old fashioned stuff. My brother would never be mean to you.”

June took a sip of her wine, “I know he wouldn’t be mean but it’s the rejection that turns me away. He could have anyone why would he want me. He also is always out with some other girl. She’s usually a lot prettier than me.”

“June Summers you know I don’t tolerate that negative talk in our house,” Amber scolded, “You are beautiful and he would be lucky to have someone like you. I also highly doubt he’d reject you.”

She smiled at her, “And how do you know that?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Because he’s like practically in love with you! He doesn’t great other girls the way he treats you. He also looks at you different.”

“Then why has he never asked me out! It just doesn’t make sense. I’d rather keep him as a friend than lose him completely.”

“I wish he didn’t have such a thick skull then maybe he’d have some sense,” Sarah stood grabbing the girls empty plates to take to the sink.

“Fallin off too many bulls in his life,” Amber giggled.

June stood to grab the bottle or wine to refill their glasses, “Oh I’m gonna head out soon. Rafe is picking me up on his way home from James’ and he texted me he’s on his way,” Sarah said beginning to wash the dishes.

“Come on so early?” Amber gave her puppy eyes.

She laughed, “Yes, I have an exam online in the morning I still need to study for. That masters won’t get itself ladies.”

“Speaking of James has Amber told you that she thinks he’s going to propose soon,” June smirked trying to forget about the fact that Rafe was coming to her house soon.

“Shut up!” Sarah exclaimed.

“I know! He’s been so suspicious lately! He’s been working a lot and he’s not so subtly asked me for my ring size last month. Then he went to the city last week but he didn’t want me to come because he said he was doing some boring errands for Ward,” Amber’s cheeks began hurting from smiling so much at the thought of her boyfriend, “But I don’t believe that for a second. I think he went to buy a ring.”

“Oh please get married soon! I want to be a bridesmaid,” Sarah said excitedly as she dried her hands. There was a knock on the door as she finished, “That’s me, go get the door June while I get my things together.” She smirked at her friend.

“I hate you guys,” She whisper shouted in case he could hear them. Amber practically pushed June to the door.

She took a deep breath fixing her hair a bit before opening the door. He stood looking the same as he did earlier that day, still just as handsome as before. He smiled as soon as he saw her, he was really hoping it’d be June answering the door.

“Hi Rafe,” She said softly. Her timid demeanor returning whenever she was around him, he made all her confidence vanish always.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you tonight?” He asked with that cute smile he always wore around her. For a second she pretended he was picking her up for their first date.

“I’m good, and you?” She asked politely still stuck in her daydream.

“Better now, is Sarah ready?” He asked breaking her from her fantasy. Truthfully Rafe didn’t want the conversation to end but he knew he was there for a reason.

“Uh yeah she’s just getting her things,” As if on cue Sarah showed up next to June.

“I’m ready,” She hugged June tightly, “I’ll see you tomorrow Juney.”

“Does that mean you’re going out tomorrow with everyone?” Rafe asked with a smirk, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I guess so, can’t say no to this one,” She smiled nodding her head towards Sarah.

“I’m her favorite what can I say,” Sarah shrugged smirking, “Come on Rafe I gotta study.” She walked towards the truck leaving Rafe behind.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then June bug,” He tipped his hat at her like he always did before walking down the porch steps.

“Bye Rafe,” She waved and waved towards Sarah who was smiling at the pair from inside the truck.

June spent the night praying that the words Sarah said earlier that night were true. That Rafe somehow was in love with her. But she couldn’t help that voice that was always in the back of her head telling her how that could never be possible.

Maybe tomorrow she’d have some tequila.

[hearts-hunger]

sweet peach || sam kiszka x reader

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Summary: Sometimes, you want special attention from Sam. He reminds you that all you have to do is ask.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader | Genres: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort | Word Count: 3k | Chapter Warnings: none, I think?

A/N: This is, like, Hollow To The Touch's fluffier sister fic. Idk why Sam conjures these angsty stories in me, but I sure do like writing them! I hope you like it too! ♡

“Look! Here it comes.”

You pointed to the model train that wove its way through swaths of flowers and low-hanging palms, a delighted smile on your face as it passed you by and chugged up to the miniature bridge suspended overhead. You followed it until it came back down to steam through a scale-model town complete with shops and a train station. 

“You sure do like that train, don’t you?”

You looked behind you and grinned at your boyfriend. “How could you guess?”

He chuckled, watching with you as the train continued to another part of the greenhouse. Sam had surprised you yesterday with a weekend getaway trip to the Biltmore, and you’d been telling him excitedly about the model train exhibit in the greenhouse since you’d gotten in the car.

“Isn’t it gorgeous in here?” you asked, looking at a display of lovely pink and orange orchids. 

He hummed in agreement. “Hey,” he said, gesturing to the small sign in the display. “These are your special orchids, honey.”

You smiled, seeing that the sign read peach dendrobium orchid. Sam had called you “peach” since your first date where you’d worn a soft pink dress, and the nickname had stuck.

“They are my special orchids, aren’t they?” you said happily. You glanced at the camera that rested against his chest, wondering if he’d offer to take a picture of you with the orchids, but he gave the flowers one last look and headed on to look at a different display.

You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew it wasn’t fair, but you didn’t want to have to ask him to take your picture; you wanted him to do it because he wanted to do it.

Pushing the thought aside, you joined him at the model greenhouse.

“There’s us,” he said. He looked over your shoulder. “And I think your train’s coming back.”

You watched the little tunnel to your right until the train came through.

“That’s my dream job, I think,” you said.

He smiled. “What, model trains?”

“Yeah,” you said, following the train through the flowers to the next exhibit. “It would be so fun to build all this stuff and set the track up, don’t you think?”

“I think it would drive me crazy to set up all this little stuff,” he said, but he wasn’t unkind. “I’m glad you like it, though. We should get a model train for your Christmas village this year.”

You smiled up at him. “Could we?”

He shrugged. “Sure. You’ll just have to keep Josh from staging train robberies with all your little village people.”

You laughed and went to take his hand. Just as your fingers glanced his, though, he took his camera and snapped a few pictures of the greenhouse roof through a spray of palm fronds.

You swallowed another pang of hurt and put your hands in your dress pockets, following him as he continued down the brick path through the greenhouse that led out to the garden.

Sam wasn’t the most overtly lovey-dovey boyfriend, that much was just a fact. You’d known it going in, and you’d convinced yourself it wasn’t that big of a deal. Most of the time, it wasn’t — you knew that he loved you, and he showed you as much as he told you. He was patient and kind and gentle with you all the time. He remembered little things you told him, things even you’d forgotten you’d mentioned to him. He was forever finding little ways to serve you, from carrying your bags to getting you coffee to everything in between, and he was the Olympic world champion of writing little love notes and leaving them where you’d be sure to find them throughout the day. He loved you, and there was no way you could ever doubt it.

But, as far as public displays of affection went, they just weren’t his thing. He preferred not to kiss in public, and hand-holding was usually met with a sort of willing indifference. He didn’t really think to take pictures of you when you were out and about, and you always had a tough time getting him to dance with you at parties. You’d learned to be okay without those things; besides, when you were home and you gave him even the slightest bit of prompting, he’d shower you with kisses and affectionate touches and spontaneous dance parties until you thought your heart would break.

But every once in a while, when you wanted it when you weren’t at home and you wanted him to start it, it would hurt. You guessed today was one of those days.

You trailed behind him out in the garden, watching the butterflies drift from flower to flower. In the shade of the long, vine-covered pergola a few paces away, a couple giggled and took a selfie as he kissed her cheek.

“Hey, peach.”

You tore your gaze away from the couple, trying to ignore the jealousy gnawing at you. “Yes?”

Sam beckoned you over, and your heart jumped for a moment; you practically skipped to his side and waited for him to take your hand or put his arm around your shoulder or something.

He nodded to the huge, wine-colored tulip amid a few pink ones. 

“Can you hold that purple one closer to the pink ones?” he asked, hunkering down and getting his camera ready.

Your heart dropped to your shoes, again. “Oh. Uh, sure.” 

You did as he said, holding the flower just so in order for him to get the perfect picture. Photography had become a hobby of his lately, especially with his fancy new film camera, and you usually enjoyed indulging his desire to get a very specific shot. Today, though, you felt embarrassed to be standing awkwardly, holding a flower for your boyfriend who didn’t even care about you.

You grimaced. That last thought had been uncharitable, and you knew it wasn’t true. Still, you couldn’t ignore the bitterness and hurt that was welling inside you with an alarming quickness.

“Perfect,” he said, grinning up at you. “Thanks, peach.”

You managed a tight smile. “You’re welcome, honey.”

Sam tried to engage you in conversation as you meandered through the garden, but you couldn’t quite muster up any enthusiasm for talking.

“It’s a great day for strolling through a garden, huh?”

“Mmh.”

“I’m glad I’m spending this beautiful sunny day with you.”

“Right.”

“I think we should buy the Biltmore and have a baby for every bedroom, what do you think?”

“Okay.” You registered what he’d said a second too late. “Wait, what?”

He gave you a slightly worried smile, cocking his head at you as if looking at you from a different angle would reveal something.

“You okay, peach?” he asked gently.

You wilted, knowing you were being rude. “Yes. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.”

“That’s alright, honey.” He held the waist-high gate open for you as you walked to another part of the grounds. “We can go back to the hotel for a power nap or something. Or go do that wine tasting thing in the village if you’re tired of just walking around.”

“I don’t care what we do,” you said, and you smiled to soften it. “Really. I’ll do whatever you want to do.”

He frowned. “But it’s your vacation.” He ducked under a low-hanging willow branch. “You’re supposed to be the one calling the shots.”

You sighed. If that was true, Sam would be smothering you in kisses and telling every person you walked by how much he loved you and how beautiful you were.

“I hear you sighing, peach,” he said. He unfolded his map of the grounds and tried to figure out where you were. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or do I have to twenty-questions it out of you?”

“Not twenty questions,” you said, embarrassed.

“No?” He peered over the map and through the winding shrub garden. “Glad to hear it. So, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “Sometimes I just like sighing.” You sighed again to prove your point.

He laughed. “Okay.” He put his map away and looked back at you.

“Would you like to go to the azalea garden or the Italian garden?” he asked. “Or somewhere else, keeping in mind that I am perfectly happy to go anywhere you want?”

You felt a sharp sting of guilt at how petulant you’d been acting. Sam didn’t deserve for you to be moody, especially not on a trip he’d planned for you, and certainly not when he’d never set the expectations you were upset with him for not meeting.

“I’d like to go to the Italian gardens,” you said meekly. “Please.”

He smiled and gave a grand, theatrical gesture to his left. “Right this way, my lady.”

You walked close to each other as you set a leisurely pace for the Italian garden, and you twisted your fingers together to keep from reaching out and taking his hand. You didn't think he wouldn’t mind if you did, but you didn't like to want things from him that he didn't want from you. You twisted the worn pearl ring he’d gotten you at an antique store forever ago around and around on your finger.

You came through the opening in the hedgerow to the long stretch of ponds lush with water lilies. Little statues were interspersed between the ponds, and you took your time wandering around to see the flowers and the koi fish that swam among their roots.

When you came near to the house, Sam stopped at a statue of a woman and a child dancing with flowers in their hair. The woman was nude from the waist up, one hand extended upwards in her dance, the other holding on to the child’s hand.

“It’s called ‘The Dancing Lesson’,” Sam told you. “Very ‘Flower Power’, don’t you think?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, I’m sure your song is what the artist had in mind.”

He smiled, pleased he’d amused you with his joke. He raised his camera and took his time getting the picture he wanted.

“She’s beautiful,” he said, and your heart twisted with foolish jealousy. When he reached out to touch the statue, you turned and walked up the steps to the library terrace a few feet away.

“Peach, wait!”

You ignored him. You didn’t want to turn back and see him touching the statue and taking pictures of it and saying how beautiful it was. You didn’t want to feel jealous over a stupid statue, of all things.

“Peach, honey, hold on.”

Sam caught up to you and took your wrist in a gentle grip to make you stop. You felt a full-body shiver of delight at his touch that only made you feel worse.

“Let go,” you said, pulling out of his grip. He released you without protest.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you,” he said, thinking he’d upset you with his touch instead of his lack of it. “I wasn’t trying to be a jerk.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment. You started to twist your ring uncomfortably again.

“What’s going on, honey?” he asked. “Are you sick?”

You shook your head.

“Okay,” he said. “Are you hungry?”

Again, you shook your head. It seemed like he was having to do twenty-questions with you after all, but you hated to tell him what had gotten you so upset when it wasn’t really his fault.

He started to say something else, but a tour group came out of the double doors that led from the library out to the shaded terrace. He gently steered you out of their way and found a bench in the far corner, pulling you to sit with him.

“Let’s just sit here a minute and cool off, okay?” he said. 

You nodded. 

“And when you’re ready,” he said, “I’d really like for you to tell me what’s going on.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “There’s nothing going on.”

“Peach,” he said, gentle. “I don’t lie to you, so I don’t want you to lie to me. Alright?”

You nodded, but you didn’t say anything. He put his hand over yours after a moment, and you wished it hadn’t been a crisis that had drawn him to hold your hand.

“I want to fix it, honey,” he said, and you knew he meant it. “I didn’t plan this trip so we could sit here and be upset with each other. Help me figure out how to get my sweet peach back to her usual chirpy self.”

You felt the sting of tears. “Your sweet peach?”

“You are, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand. “Come on, my sweet peach. Tell me what’s bothering you so much.”

“I want you to hold my hand,” you said, almost in a whisper.

He held your hand tighter, the one he was already holding. “Okay. What else?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You knew he deserved the truth, and he was being so patient with you; you looked up and met his eyes even though you wanted to run and hide.

“I want you to hold my hand in the garden,” you said, and your voice was wobbly. “When we walk together. I want you to hold my hand.”

He nodded after a moment. “Okay. I will. Have you... have you wanted me to this whole time?”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and before you could reach up and try to hide it, Sam had touched his fingers to your cheek and brushed it away.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said quietly. He tucked your hair behind your ear. “That makes me sad, peach. I wish you would have asked. You know I would have loved to hold your hand if you asked me to.”

“I know,” you said, and you hated yourself for how bitter you still felt. You raised his hand to your face; he splayed his fingers and cradled your cheek.

“So why didn’t you, honey?” he asked.

You met his eyes, desperate to make him understand.

 “I don’t want to make you do it if you don’t want to,” you said, the words spilling out of you now. “I always feel like I’m asking for things you don’t want to give, and then something like this happens and you say you’ll hold my hand and take pictures of me and whatever else I want, but isn’t it just because I asked you to do it and not because you want to do it?”

You stood, agitated and ashamed at your behavior. 

“I don’t ask because I don’t want to be needy and clingy, but...” You gave a helpless laugh and wrapped your arms around yourself. “I guess that ship has already sailed.”

He didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t bear the silence, and you walked over to the terrace railing and looked out over the mountains in the distance.

You heard him join you, and you let out a shaky breath when he brushed his thumb over the strap of your dress.

“I forgot to tell you how pretty you are in this dress,” he said. “I think you’re prettier than any of the flowers in the garden, peach.”

Your throat felt tight. “So why didn’t you take a picture of me?”

He sighed. “You know I’m not good at that kind of stuff, honey. It’s not that I don’t want to, it just... doesn’t occur to me. You have to ask.”

He tugged gently on a lock of your hair. “And I know you don’t want to have to ask. I understand that. But it doesn’t make you clingy to ask, and it doesn’t mean I don’t love you because I don’t think to do those things for you. I’m trying to be better about it, to be more... aware of it. But it’s not going to happen overnight, sweetheart.”

The guilt in his voice tore at you. You turned to face him.

“Do you have something you want to ask me?” he said, tender and sweet.

“Can you hold my hand?” you asked quietly.

A smile flickered across his face. “Of course I can.”

He took your hand in his and squeezed it gently. 

“Can I...” You wavered, even though he’d said you could ask. His smile was soft.

“Does my sweet peach want a... kiss?” he asked.

You blushed and gave a bashful nod.

“A kiss for my sweet peach, then,” he said, and gave you a gentle, chaste kiss. “See how easy it is? You don't ever have to worry that you're asking for something I won't give, honey. I promise.”

You leaned your head against his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t just ask, Sam. I'm sorry about... all of this. It’s not fair of me to expect you to read my mind.”

“No, it isn’t,” he agreed. “But I understand why you were upset. Thank you for apologizing.”

You looked up at him. “Will you forgive me?”

“Already done.” He kissed your temple. “I promise to pay better attention and try my best to initiate more. You’ll just have to take it easy on me, okay?”

You cherished the way his touch lingered. “Okay.”

You walked together, hand in hand, back to the greenhouse and around to the azalea garden. The shrubs were in full bloom in every shade of pink, purple, and white, and birds flitted to and fro as they sang.

“Sam, look!”

Your voice was hushed as you walked carefully, quietly over to a bird’s nest in a cradle of pink flowers.

“Look how pretty they are,” you said, looking over the fragile little eggs inside.

“Peach.”

You looked over your shoulder at his voice, a smile on your face, and heard the camera shutter before you saw he was taking a picture.

“Sam,” you chided, bashful even though you were happy he’d done it.

“It’s a beautiful picture, honey,” he said. “Stay just like that.”

You did as he said, and you felt a rush of eager butterflies when he lowered the camera after he’d taken another picture. The way he was looking at you spoke more than any words, and you twined your fingers with his as you came close to him again.

“Sam?”

“Hm?”

“Will you give me a kiss?”

He grinned and did as you said, quick and sweet and gentle. “I like it when you ask me for what you want, peach. I always love to give it to you.”

You brushed his soft hair behind his ear. “I love you very much, Sam.”

He smiled, sunshine-soft and full of tenderness.

 “My sweet peach,” he said gently. “I love you very much too.”

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[ladylooch]

Our Little Family - The Woods

Note: Our wonderful 👢 anon has another submission for our Woody Family! Plz excuse me because I am EMOTIONAL

From the Author: This one is a little personal, it made me teary. But I promise things will start to get better for our little family.

There is a little bit of angst, mentions of anxiety attack.

Hope you guys enjoy.

This is the one that your worst nightmare happens.

You're so ready to go back home. Summer is almost ending, and it's almost time to go back home, finally.

Things are okay most of the time. Sometimes you think about if you're going to meet one of his exes and he'll realize you're not it for him. You're just hopeful that it doesn't happen.

So when miles ask you to go out with him for coffee with his friends. You ask if he's sure he wants you there and you don't mind him going alone. After all, those are his friends. But he insists, and you can't say no to him. When he's whispering into your ear and his growing bulge on your ass. So yeah, you agree.

After amazing sex like always, you're in the bathroom getting some light makeup going. There's not so much going on with your hair, jeans, a blouse, and small heel. You feel good.

You meet Miles downstairs while he talks to Lily. Boy, he looks good, and it's not fair. He didn't even put any effort into getting ready. Lily coos happily seeing you.

She's so much like him. He'll be in so much trouble when she's older. You guys are dropping Lily at his parents for a couple of hours.

Cheryl is so excited seeing her grandbaby when you guys are dropping her off. You thank his mom before you guys are on your way to the coffee shop.

You're a little ball of anxiety. After all, those are his friends, and you want to make a good impression. Miles senses that, he places his hand on your thigh, showing you that he's there and you can relax. Easier said than done.

Things are okay, you guys are laughing and having fun. Until you leave to use the bathroom. When you're back, Miles' ex is at the table with them, seated next to him.

You curse trying to hide yourself to get your shit together and control your brain and anxiety. You take a deep breath, putting your mask on.

She looks at you head to toe. You feel your skin crawl because yeah, that's not a good look. Miles gives you the "I'm sorry" look. You just nod. "Babe, come sit with me," Miles tells you, You're up just looking at them. God, they were a beautiful couple, and now he's with you. You shake your head to get your thoughts together. "I would, but my seat is taken." You inform him.

Miles just looks at you, motioning for you to go to him. You nod and move to be beside him. He smiles before pulling you to sit on his lap. He pecks your lips, then rests his forehead on your cheek.

You're almost shaking on top of him. This is your worst fear happening right in front of you. She keeps giving you looks that make you want to hide under a rock.

The worst look is the one that follows after one of his friends talks about Lily. You know what she's thinking about you. You're trying to engage in the conversation, but it's not easy.

Miles is in the conversation, and you're not. When he looks at you, you're not in the moment. He can see that you're taking long, deep breaths. He's never seen you like this. So he worries.

Grabbing his phone, he says that it's time for you guys to go. He pokes your side so you can look at him. When you do, he smiles, saying that it's time to go. You can't talk, so you just nod. Saying your goodbyes.

You walk slowly, holding his hand. He asks if you're okay. The only answer he gets is a nod. He doesn't like this at all. He wants to help you but he doesn't know how.

Closing your eyes as he drives you back to his parents. Your mind is going crazy. Why did they break up ? Did he settle for you ? Is being with you something he wants ? Why did he start dating you ? Some of the thoughts that are going through your mind.

You think about Lily, grounding yourself, her smell, her soft giggles, her smile. Everything about your daughter that you can hang on to it. You're doing.

He keeps glancing at you over the mirror, your eyes still closed. He's so worried but he can't get you to talk to him. Miles squeeze your thigh and asks if you're okay. The only thing you can do is nod.

When you finally speak, he's parking the car. "Can we go inside for a little bit ?" You ask miles, your voice coming so soft and defeated. He agrees. You don't think you can stay in the car without completely breaking down.

You guys head inside, seeing your baby gives you some inner peace. Cheryl notices that something is off with you, so she brings Lily right away. Having your daughter in your arms is good.

You sit on the couch, holding lily tight. She's holding your necklace and cuddling close. You ask Miles for a cup of water. He nods and moves to the kitchen.

Cheryl follows him. Miles has his head in his hands. His mom rests her hand on his shoulder, asking him what happened. He says that everything was fine, but you guys ran into his ex. After that, you completely changed.

She nods, asking if he ever talked to you about that or anything really. He shakes his head, "she's always the one that asks things mom." Cheryl is surprised, "So you're telling me that you don't check on your fiance ? That you don't know what is going on with her ? If she's struggling ?"

He replies with a soft yeah. "Son, I know I had my doubts before, but she's an amazing woman and mom. You need to appreciate her as your fiance. She has struggles. She needs to know you're there for her." Miles looks at his mom. "She doesn't talk to me, mom."

She looks at him. "Then you're not trying hard enough. If you drop at the first time, she says that's nothing, then I still have work to do." She moves to grab the water for you. "She is your fiance, and she needs to know that she's your priority too. She knows you'll drop anything for Lily, but does she knows you'll do the same for her?"

Miles is stunned by his mom's words. Is he really doing this to you ? Why did you never say anything ? He said that he was going to be better, but he's clearly failing.

He thanks his mom and moves to take you the water. You smile softly, thaking him. You look so tired. That's not you.

Lily is out in your arms. You work carefully to drink your water without disturbingLily. And you succeed. Taking a few sips of water. He asks if you want to stay a little while or go.

You say go and that you need a nap. He nods, helping you get up. You say goodbye to his parents and thank them. Miles places Lily in her carseat as you settle in the passenger seat.

You watch them in the backseat. He seats in the driver. He holds your hand, bringing to his mouth. "Can you talk to me ?" He asks you softly. "I can't right now, babe. I don't have the strength. Can you talk after my nap ?" He nods and drives you guys home.

You go straight to shower, then bed. Miles picks Lily, all her things taking her inside. When he gets to the master you're already in bed sleeping. You left him a note on his pillow. "I'm sorry for today, ruining your day with your friends."

He's in disbelief. You didn't ruin everything. Why do you think that's the case ? God, he's doing such a bad job on reassuring you.

You take a long nap. Meanwhile, Miles take care of Lily. When you wake up, you have a killer headache, and you're hungry. After using the bathroom, you move downstairs to find Miles lying on the couch with Lily on his bare chest.

You touch his shoulder, he opens his eyes and smiles. You ask if everything is okay with Lily. He nods. "She just needed some skin to skin." You don't blame her. You like him shirtless, too.

You ask if he had dinner, Miles shakes his head, and you say that you're going to make something. He stops you before you go to the kitchen. "I ordered food, come join us." You're not going to make him move and risking waking lily in the process.

You say that you'll sit on the other couch while you guys wait for food. Miles doesn't like this, and he also hates how easily he gave up before. He'll put Lily in her crib and then find a way to make you talk.

While Miles is upstairs, food arrives, and you go get it. You thank the delivery person before going back inside. Miles helps you with the containers.

You can see that he's not going to drop this, but you really need to eat first. You'll talk to him later.

You both sit down to eat, and Miles carefully eyes you. You don't say anything. Just focus on eating as much as your body lets you without making you sick. After dinner, you send Miles to the living room so you can wash the dishes. He's not happy, but he does what you ask.

He smiles softly at you before pulling you into his lap. You sigh, feeling his body heat against your body. He kisses your cheek, squeezing your hand. He's ready when you are.

"Babe, you can talk to me, you know that, right ?" He asks you softly, you nod because you do. He keeps looking at you, waiting for you to talk to him.

You finally give in. Take a deep breath before saying, "I was having an anxiety attack." It catches him off guard, and he looks at you with his dumb struck look. He never thought that you had them or anything like that. "I had them before, but started getting treatment and they were under control, when I found out that I was pregnant my therapist and I we started to lower the medication levels, this way I couldn't hurt lily." You start to explain, hearing that you put Lily's health first when you didn't know he wanted this, feels like somebody punched him.

You continue. "So, when we started the transition to solids and stuff, my therapist and I, we started to adjust the meds again. The levels are still off, so that's what happened in the car. I was fighting my own mind, grounding myself with you and Lily. That took everything that I had in that moment." You look at Miles, and you can't read what is going through his mind.

Is he going to call everything off because of your anxiety ? Is he afraid of you hurting Lily ? Not being able to read him makes your mind spiral again.

You just look at him, waiting for his reply. He laces your fingers and brings to kiss. "I'm sorry." He says, locking eyes with you. That surprises you because you weren't expecting an apology.

You say that it's fine, and Miles says that it's not. He needs to be better for you and Lily but especially for you. When you needed him, you were there thinking about him and not yourself. You helped him so many times. Yeah, you have your moments, but this is the best he ever felt in a relationship. That says a lot about you.

"Tell me about the questions and doubts you have, sweetheart. I want to make them all go away. You don't deserve to feel this way about us or yourself." Well, that wasn't what you were expecting at all.

You bite your bottom lip, like he's crazy. How will he make this all go away ? It doesn't make sense. But you start with the simple question, why him and his ex broke up. Miles explained to you that they were in different moments of their lives. He wanted stability and to start a family. She didn't want that.

The next question is, you close your eyes because you can't look at his eyes. "Did you settle?" It comes out almost as a whisper from your mouth. Miles' eyes go wide, and he just says no without hesitating. He doesn't need to think.

"I didn't settle, I want to be with you and Lily. I want our family. There isn't anyone in this world who has made me feel the way you do. Please look at me?" Miles asks you softly when you do he smiles. That's his girl.

"I love you more than anything. I'm going to be your husband and love you until I'm old and grey. I don't care about the bumps in the road because I know they'll continue to lead me to you." Now you're teary, this man is just so perfect, and it feels that you're the one making things worse.

Miles brings your lips to his, and he kisses you in a way that you never felt before. If you were standing, you would fall.

You move your hands to the back of his neck, resting your forehead on his. "I love you, Woody." Miles chuckles, hugging you tight.

You have more questions, but this one is enough for now. You're way too tired to continue pushing it.

Miles hand comes to your cheek, brushing softly along your cheek with his thumb. "By the way, you didn't ruin anything today." You look at him and nod. "I'm serious, I wanted to leave the moment she got there."

This time, you're the one to start a passionate kiss. Making Miles smile into the kiss. He asks what you want to do. You really just want to cuddle and have him hold you.

That's exactly what Miles does. You guys cuddle until you're falling asleep on him. He carries you upstairs to sleep on the bed. "Our love story is going to be the best one yet. I'll make you the happiest woman in this world." Miles tells you, while you're asleep, you don't listen. He kisses your forehead before going to tend to your daughter who needs some love, too.

[lilias300yearhusband]

I wrote Rollo angst about him seeing 2 young kids who remind him of him and his brother. Spoilers for glorious masquerade for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet

Warning: Rollo has a panic attack. It’s based on my own experiences. He also kinda watches kids but it’s not creepy I promise. He’s just reminded of his childhood. I refuse to believe Rollo wouldn’t have a soft spot for children who remind him of his brother or child him. Self deprecating words because it’s Rollo. I’m bad at endings.

Rollo swears he hates disorderly behaviour. Messes drive him crazy, loud noises frustrate him, yelling and children stress him out. Sometimes though he’ll run into a young child who remind him of him or his brother.

Sometimes he sees these two young kids. A little boy and little girl, looking around 10 and 8 respectively. The little girl was a mage and her brother was enamoured by her magic. Always begging her to show him. Just like Rollo did when he was younger.

On a particular hard day he had he decided to relax in the park in the east of Fleur City when the young kids came running by, the little girl laughing and her brother exclaiming in excitement. The little girl was creating different patterns with her magic and giggling and her brothers reactions. Rollo scoffed and pulled his handkerchief out.

His hand around it clenched tight when the little girl started to use fire. She spelt her brothers name out with it. A name similar to his. Rollo watched with wide eyes. His brother did the same thing. Spelling his name with magic, the Os would be hearts to cheer Rollo up on hard days. The little girl created a heart to replace the O in the little boys name as well.

Rollo couldn’t breathe. His throat constricted. Like a hand wrapped around it and squeezed with the intent to kill. He tried to rise from the bench he was sitting on but his legs wouldn’t work. He felt like a leaf blowing in strong breeze. He felt like he was sitting on a carousel, struggling to watch the world go by because he was spinning so fast.

Rollo let out a gasp for air and crushed the handkerchief so tight his hand hurt. Tears streamed down his face rapidly. His harsh gasps mixing with his sobs. He bent down so that his torso was against his legs. Heart racing so fast that it felt like it would explode.

Rollo didn’t know what to do. He’s never experienced something like this before. His ears were ringing and he felt numb.

“Sir? Are you okay?” A voice called to him. So close yet so far away.

“Should we go get mama and papa?” Another voice. The first voice said something else but he couldn’t hear it. All he heard was the excruciatingly loud footsteps. Only one pair.

Rollo looked up slightly. The little boy from earlier stood in front of him with wide worried eyes. Before the boy could get a word in three pairs of footsteps rang in Rollos ear.

A man crouched down in-front of him, saying something about needing him to breath in and out with him. So he did. He breathed like a man who just surfaced from underwater.

Eventually his breathing started to slow a little bit and the ringing quieted. The tears started to dry.

“You go to Nobel Bell correct?” Another voice questions. He nodded softly. Breath and body shaky. Rollo wanted to ask what just happened to him, why he felt this way but he couldn’t. His throat burned.

“Thank you. I appreciate the help”. Rollos voice was rough and cracked. He stood up slowly with shaky legs.

The man shook his head to refuse the apology. The woman asked if he would be comfortable with them making sure he got to nbc safely. Rollo wanted to refuse but he knew he couldn’t. He needed their help no matter how much he wanted to didn’t want it. So instead he agreed.

The kids moved close to him and looked up at him.

“Are you okay?” The little boy asked. The little girl didn’t say anything but she watched him with tearful eyes. Rollo carefully and slowly crouched down.

“I’m alright. Thank you for helping me”. The little kids smiled brightly. Their mother called their names and told them to get their stuff. Their father asked Rollo is he needed getting up but he refused, not wanting to be touched.

Rollo sighed quietly into his handkerchief. He just wanted to rest even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve the help he got. He deserved what just happened to him. He just wondered when it would happen again. Hopefully he’ll be alone. To suffer by himself like he deserves.

[seungly]

Somewhere Only We Know | Bang Chan

➸ pairing: husband!Bang Chan x f!reader

➸ genre: angst, fluff, established relationship, fantasy au (kinda)

➸ wc: -

warning/s: death, hit and run, mentions of blood, mentions of starting a family, they questioned God a little but not so much.

a/n: this is for @zoe8stay cause she's a peach 😚 and also because she wreaks havoc upon my bias line 🤨

You decided to be spontaneous one day and got on a train and then got off on a random station. Turns out it was a village so you explored a bit. Had delish food, shared some cute moments together, and you took a lot of polaroid pics of him...mmm yeah

© seungly 2022

❥• ┈┈┈┈

— one; train

It was an impromptu trip decided at 2am by two insomniacs; you and your husband. You decided to go out and go wherever your feet will take you.

The sun hasn't even shown up yet when you arrived at the station. The place was almost empty, only a few staff and people stood around, some waiting for the train.

You were one of those who waited for the train to arrive. Chan had an arm draped around you with his head leaning on yours as he continued to hum sweet tunes, holding you close to him.

You felt at peace.

Anywhere within his hold was your peace. In the middle of the city highway stuck in traffic, inside a party with loud music and loud chatter, 3am dancing in your living space. Anywhere with him.

You lean into his warmth, hugging yourself. You close your eyes, waiting for the time to pass by.

They only flutter open at the faint feeling of the ground shaking and the light whistling from afar. You feel your lover nudge your head, earning a smile from you.

You turn to face him to put a small kiss on his lips before the train arrives.

Chan's hold tightens when the ground shook heavily and the wind is heavy enough to knock you off. He kept you on your toes while keeping him on his as well.

The doors soon open and he leads you inside. Most seats were empty and so he led you on one.

You sat by the window, he knew you loved looking at the scenery. The lights are not too bright. It was just perfect.

— two; destination

"Where should we go?" You ask him, not bothering to look.

You feel him intertwine his fingers with yours, his touch sending sparks through your skin.

"how about the third station?" He whispers, leaning his head on yours to watch the dark morning sky pass by.

"Okay."

The trip was silent, nothing but the beating of your hearts resonated through the walls through that and the chug of the train.

Your eyes closed, knees to your chest with Chan's arm around you. You feel his head on yours, his hold bringing you to slumber.

Your eyes open at the feeling of his lips pressed against the side of your head. More than fifteen minutes had passed since you fell asleep, not knowing where you were anymore.

"I just woke up. I think we missed our station, should we get off the next one??" He gives your hand a squeeze to get you out of your daze.

You look at him with a soft smile. Your mind was still quite hazy from the nap, but you understood him.

"Mmkay." You dragged lazily, leaning in for a kiss. Chan chuckled at how cute you looked, meeting your lips halfway.

It was soft and sweet. You pull away, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, watching the way he'd eye you.

"You drive me crazy, no?" He giggles, holding your chin between his fingers to pull you into another kiss.

Sparks ran through your body, a chill down your spine as he continued to press soft kisses on your lips, playfully biting your bottom lip maybe once or twice.

Your kiss was soon interrupted by the loud screech of the train. With quick eye contact, your hand quickly reached out to clutch him as he wraps his arms protectively around you.

Your eyes shut close at the brightest light you've ever seen, almost blinding.

Once you open them, you were met by a bright sunny day outside the window, completely different from where you were before.

You feel the atmosphere warm and your husband's hold loosen. He checks if you're okay, checking for any bruises or any discomfort you might be in but you reassured him you were fine, which you were.

The train had stopped, and your surroundings were unknown. Chan helped you up, eyeing the open train door, it was so bright and sunny. The grass was long and healthy, the flowers you could smell from where you stood.

When you got out, you spotted a small wooden shack on the right side and a slightly bigger one on the other side of it that seems to be an eatery. Chan holds your hand tightly in his before walking further.

"Where are we?" You asked no one in particular, looking back you saw the train was nowhere to be found anymore. Gone.

"I don't know but it seems nice..." You could hear the doubt in his voice, words somewhat shallow but still, he takes your hand and walks to the eatery. There were a few people who sat down and chatted amongst themselves.

— three; uneasy

You walk to the counter hand in hand, the person at the other side smiling softly at you. You looked at the menu, feeling your mouth water at the dozens of choices.

"Ah, give us a moment!" Chan chuckled, waiting for you to tell your order. "You should try their chicken stir fry! It looks like something you'd enjoy." He smiles. You feel his hand leave yours to make its way around your waist.

There it was, that uneasy feeling you had in you. There was something wrong and he knows.

"Chan, you okay?" You whisper, feeling uneasy.

Chan's brows furrow at your question, "Why? Are you?" His tone fills with worry.

"Yeah yeah, of course." You smile at him. You brush the feeling away and told him you'd like the chicken he recommended.

Minutes later you were sat at your own table with 2 plates of food in front of each. You smiled brightly at Chan, unknowingly melting his heart. The smell of the seasoned chicken fills your nose, increasing your excitement to dig in.

Chan couldn't help but laugh, "Go on, I won't eat unless you do." He smiles.

The gesture warmed your heart, how could you not have said yes to this man. It baffles you that some people would still ask why you married him.

Chan's the best thing that has ever happened to you, you regret nothing.

“Is it good?” he tilts his head with a fond stare. You nod excitedly, mouth filled with rice. Chan shook his head laughing, reaching to pat his head. “Too cute.”

— four; town

It was a small town. The place was swarmed with locals with their bikes and bags, some pushing carts with bread to sell. Kids scattered and played around a big fountain in the middle of the place.

Chan kept his arm around your waist, smiling at the beauty of the place. It was truly wonderful. Stores, stalls, and cafés surrounded the place. Some of the people waved, some with a weird stare, and most didn’t care. 

“It’s so nice here...” you whispered to Chan, obviously excited to explore the space. 

You were looking around to wherever you might want to go when you felt a tug on your sweater. You quickly glanced down with Chan’s head quick to follow. 

It was a little girl. Her jumper was blue with a yellow long-sleeve layered underneath, her hair tied into two braids that rested on her shoulder. In her tiny hand, she held out a flower. To you.

“F-for me...?” you chuckled nervously, glancing at Chan who kept his fond smile. He whispered a small ‘take it’ before you actually do. Your fingers brushed against her little ones, crouching down to her height. “It’s very pretty, thank you!” 

“It is! and it’s just as pretty as you.” she smiled, “I’m Ha-Yoon!” she jumped, excitedly.

Your heart leaped with joy. You’ve always wanted a family with Chan and though you’ve been trying, your schedules were too busy to actually focus on it so you rather keep your attention on each other. 

Ha-Yoon leaned in your ear with a little devious smile, “Your boyfriend is very handsome!” 

You laughed, nodding. “He is, isn’t he?” you glance at Chan who looked at you two puzzled. “I’m Y/n, and the handsome boyfriend is Chan.” you smile at her.

“Where are you headed?” she pouts, clasping her hands.

“Mmm...do you know any good places?” you ask her.

“I can’t bring you home...” her brows furrowed, troubled to think. Her cheeks puffed, melting your heart more. “Let’s ask Mr. Seon.” she held out her hand.

You take a glance at your husband who motioned for you to hold her hand. If you didn’t know him you wouldn’t have noticed the difference in his expression. His smile was no longer happy, sad even, but he tried his best to cover it. 

You took a mental note to ask him about it later. You accepted the little girl’s hand, holding it all the way to Mr. Seon’s. It was a short walk. You ended up in front of a little shop called Picture Perfect. It was small but the inside was spacious. 

“Mr. Seon!!” Ha-Yoon lets go of your hand to run over to the elder behind the counter. “I brought friends!” she smiled.

Mr. Seon was an elderly guy. His hair was gray and thin, and he wore a brown checkered vest over a white shirt that he paired with brown pants and black leather shoes. “Oh my-” he paused, struggling to get up from the chair he sat on. Before you could run to him, your husband beats you to it. “How charming...” he smiled at Chan as he held onto his arm. 

“No worries. Ha-Yoon told us you might have recommendations on places to tour?” Chan helps him walk by a small table. The small table had a camera resting on it, an old camera at that. 

— five; polaroid

You bid your goodbyes to Ha-Yoon and Mr. Seon, not forgetting to thank them for the chat and the camera you held in your hand. Mr. Seon had given you the camera to ‘capture the memories’ and as a parting gift. 

You made your walk to the said field with Chan trailing next to you, the flower you were given was held between his fingers. The uneasy feeling crept up to you again, you couldn’t seem to brush it away. Chan was awfully quiet.

“Chan, are we okay?” you wrap your arm around his, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Chan slides his hand to intertwine it with yours, no words leaving his mouth. You waited patiently for an answer, squeezing his hand. 

“Of course.” he pauses for a moment, tugging you to his chest so he can place a small kiss on your forehead. 

You didn’t take his word for it but you let yourself get lost in his hold. When he pulls away, he tucks your hair and takes the flower from his hands to carefully place it behind your ear. “now let’s go.” he smiled once more.

It took 10 minutes to get to the field but definitely worth it. The grass swayed with the wind, tickling your leg. Chan leads you under a tree, patting the space beside where he sat.

You sit beside him, the camera still in hand. You feel him pull you closer to him, grip tightening as if you were gonna leave. “I’m not going anywhere, Chan.” you giggled, capturing his lips with yours. 

A sigh escapes you, feeling him slide his arms around your waist. You cup his face in your hands, pulling him deeper until your breath runs out. Chan pulls away with a soft smile that had no business making your knees go jelly. 

“You’re so pretty.” you giggled, “Ah wait, baby, smile for me!” you exclaimed, finally putting the camera to use. 

Chan covers his face with his hands, giggling. “No, I’m ugly.” 

“and I have wings.” you roll your eyes at him but the smile on your face never leaves, “Come on, Channie!!” you whined, tugging his hand.

“Fine, but you’re next then we have to take a picture.” he offered. 

“Gladly, baby, now come on!” you tug his hand again. 

Chan puts his hands down, finally letting you take a picture of him. It took a little bit longer due to the oldness of the camera but once the little film had gone out you squealed. 

“Let’s look at it later, let’s take more pictures, ah these are gonna be perfect in our bedroom!” you ready yourself, not noticing his gaze on you.

— six; times up

Chan looked at you sadly knowing time was almost up. He wishes this could last, he wishes this trip would never end,

But you didn’t belong here.

He watches you fix your hair, struggling to do so. He chuckled and helped, reaching to fix your hair as if it wasn’t perfect already. The flower stayed tucked behind your ear, its color complimenting your skin. 

The tree provided shade but still peeks of light managed to push through the leaves and it created a beautiful glow around you. 

Looking at you in this beautiful place reminded him of the day you got married.

His memories flooded with that wonderful day. When you walked down the aisle in that beautiful dress, the veil on your head that he couldn’t wait to raise to press his lips on yours. To spend a lifetime with you was everything to him, but it was sadly not enough.

His hand reached to cup your face, holding it gently. You smile at him, mirroring his fond stare through your lashes. 

“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispered softly, running his thumb on your soft skin. ”I remembered you walking down that aisle in that white gown. It felt so unreal that I was getting married to you.” he smiled so sweetly.

“How lucky of you then.” You closed your eyes, tilting your head to remain in the feel of his warmth. 

Chan stared at you with tears stinging his eyes. 

Why did God have to take this away from him? 

All the nights he spent wrapping his arms around you, the days you spent imagining a life with each other. A family. Your dreams of having a family with him, to raise them together. Chan was the most excited, raising a kid with you was his dream. 

Now you spend the night in your empty bed, the empty home where he once lived in.

He sobbed at the thought of leaving you with nothing but empty promises and his now meaningless vow. He prayed at that altar, he asked for you. He asked to forever be with you. 

The clock was running, time was almost up.

“I’m sorry but you have to wake up,” he whispered in defeat.

You stared at him, puzzled. “What do you mean? I’m awake.”

He shook his head, tears strolling down his face. “I can’t keep you here any longer, you have a life to live. I can’t be selfish, my love.” 

“This is my life, Chan.” You chuckled nervously. Chan shakes his head again. “Chan, I live with you.”

Chan only smiled, wiping a tear you didn’t know you had. 

“You can’t live a life with someone who is no longer living.” 

Then it hit you. 

Your breath hitched as the memories flooded. It was a hit and run. 

That day you went out for groceries, happily walking back home while even as the rain poured you held each other’s hand. But that van ruined everything. It happened so fast. You found yourself 4 feet away from his limp body. You remembered holding his bleeding body in the middle of the road, screaming his name with all your energy as you hoped for anyone to help, you remembered their worried stares and how they all walked away, and you could vividly remember his hand that you held to your cheek until it turned cold and lifeless, and you remember the ambulance coming a minute too late. That horrid moment when they pronounced his time of death. 

You remember it all. 

“No...” you whispered, finally letting the tears fall, “No no no no...” you shook your head, “You’re here! You’re alive, why can’t I be with you here?” you sobbed, holding his hand. “You’re here, Chan,” you whispered until it hurt.

“I can’t be selfish.” he sobbed, watching you bring his hand against your lips as you shook your head. “They need you there.”

All throughout his life, he was never selfish, but as much as he wanted to be this time, the universe forbids you. 

“But I need you more...” you sobbed in his hand, holding it to your cheek “Please...be selfish.” you begged, “I can’t wake up to a world without you, please, it hurts so much.”

“It will get better, I’ll always be watching over you.” he smiled sadly, pulling you to him. “I vowed to make you the happiest and so for that, I’m sorry for leaving.” 

“Life means nothing to me without you.” you sobbed on his chest. “I don’t want anyone else, please, Chan. What do I do?” you let your tears fall, not wanting to let go of the fabric in your hands.

It was so unfair. You had been nothing but good to life and all you asked in return was him. Just him. 

“Leave me.”

You felt your world crumble again. This is where you belong, with him and nowhere else, so why does the universe keep forcing you away? 

You asked for one thing and now you have to wake up to a world without the man you love. You wondered if you’ve done something so grave for them to take him away from you. 

You wanted a family, you wanted a life with him. You wanted to know how it would feel to wake up beside him on winter mornings and to hold him even on warm nights. 

You didn’t ask for much, and you begged life to see that. 

“You’re the first and last woman I ever loved, I regret nothing in the short moment that I got to be with you.” he hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go.

“It’s not fair!!” you screamed, “I wanna be with you, please. Please, Chan!!” you clutched his shirt, screaming till your heart hurt. 

“I’m sorry.” he raised your face to face him, “I love you...” he gave you one last smile, a satisfied one.

You sat helpless in his hold. This was it. “I love you too,” you whispered before meeting his lips.

Kisses were meant to be happy, so why did this one hurt so much.

— seven; somewhere only we know

The next moment you found yourself wide awake in an empty room. You laid on one side of the big bed, his side neatly made. Oh, how you hated it. 

Your tears continued to fall, mind filled with him. You reached out to the empty space beside you, wishing he was there.

“Please come back...” you cried quietly, “Life isn’t worth living without you, my love.”

Chan loved you dearly from start to end. He promised a forever, a lifetime, and he managed to love you through his. 

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a/n: I hope that hurt cause everytime I wanted to finish it, I start crying 💀

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@starlostseungmin @zoe8stay @kim-seung-mo @bluechans ,,

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I would usually request angst since I’m that type of person, but since the passing of our beloved Eddie I wanna request a fluff. The reader and Eddie have been dating for 2 years and he decided to pop the question on their anniversary. Like he would put so much detail in the way he would ask the reader🥺🥺🥺

𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧?- 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

No spoilers

Eddie thumbs tapped on the steering wheel of his car. He was sitting in front of your house ready to pick you up. He was nervous, nervous because in a bit he was going to ask you to marry him. You both been dating for 2 years and to say it was the best two years of Eddie's life was an understatement.

You brought out the best in him. You loved all his hobbies, you supported his dreams, and made him feel like he was capable of anything. You were his dream girl; no other woman in this world could check off all the boxes like you could do he was going to do the one thing he knew was was right. Marry you. With the help of Dustin and Steve he had the whole proposal planned out.

A small tap on the window snapped Eddie out of his Daze. He looked up seeing you smiling at him through the window. He couldn't help but smile see you smile.

You opened the door and got into the passenger seat. "Hi Eddie." You leaned over and kissed him. "Hi love. You ready for our date?"

You nodded as you buckled your seatbelt. "Of course. Excited to see what we're doing." You smiled and chuckled as you looked at Eddie.

"yeah me too."

After a 30 minutes drive you and Eddie arrived to his date spot. It was a little green area with flowers everywhere. In a small spot was a white and yellow blanket with a picnic basket. "Here we are." Eddie announced as he parked the car.

"this is where we had our first date!" You looked at Eddie to see him smirking. "Yep. I thought we could have another date here."

You laughed. "I love that idea."

You and Eddie got out of the car and made your way to the blanket. You both began eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Eddie had made from hand. He said it's the only thing he was good at making which you had to agree with.

Somewhere in the middle of all that you picked up a yellow flower. You reached over and stuck it into his hair making the grown man grin.

"there, even more beautiful." You pulled your hand away and looked at Eddie. You noticed he was slightly off from any other time. "You ok Eddie?"

"yeah, yeah." He reassured. He cleared his throat and continued "It's just for the past 2 years I've been on cloud nine with you. I didn't think it was possible to find such a charming, beautiful girl like you but here you are. It feels like a dream."

"you're not dreaming Eddie." You reached over and took his hand. "I feel the same way. I didn't imagine my nerdy self being with a rockstar guy like you, but here we are."

Eddie laughed. "It's crazy isn't it?" You hummed a uh huh. Eddie looked back at you.

"y/n I don't know how to say this. I'm not really good with the lovey dovey bullshit so I'm going do this the best I can."

Eddie let go of your hand and pulled out the ring. You gasped

"I don't have a ton of money so I got this ring from the drug store for 25 dollars. Hope it's enough." Eddie looked up at you with his soft brown eyes. "What I'm trying to say well ask is will you marry me?"

You smiled tears forming in your eyes. "Yes, fuck yes. I'll marry you Eddie."

Eddie let out a sigh of relief. He's been waiting to hear that and now that he finally had he was more than relieved.

You leaned over and kissed him before pulling away and letting Eddie slip the ring on your finger.

When it was on your ring finger Eddie pulled you into a hug with a loud laugh.

"finally! I can't wait to marry you. Mrs Munson.. wow. Doesn't that sound nice?" He asked looking at you. "It's sounds lovely. It fits me well."

"damn right it does."

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The only exception

A/N: It’s the end of smutty/fluffy weekend, which I’m ending with some requests! This if from @one-sweet-gubler​ who’s literally the best for rrequesting and wanting my writing! Hope it pleases you! Request: how about age gap relationship with Henry and he takes you to meet his family, and they don’t approve of you. Angsty and fluffy amd maybe allusions (I think that’s the word I’m thinking of) to you know😉

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic – whatever you want, you get!

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none! Love y’all so much, thank you for being part of this crazy ride.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: language, age gap (reader is 21, Henry is 38), angst, fluff, implied smut

Wordcount: 2.453

The only exception

You smoothed down the fourth dress, you’d tried on and groaned loudly, ripping it off. Henry came into your shared bedroom, his lips curled into a soft smile as he came over and rubbed your shoulders. “Darling, you’ll look good no matter what you wear.” You huffed. “That’s easy for you to say.” He hugged you tightly from behind, gently swaying- “You always look good, and it’s your family. You could show up in ratty sweatpants and they’d be fine.” He kissed your bare shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. He knew you too well. You sighed and put your hands on top of his.

  “I’m scared that the age-thing is going to be a big deal to them.” “Why?” You were still swaying with him. “Because it’s your family. I want them to like me and…” You drew a deep breath. “I don’t want them to think that I’m here for your money or fame.” You finally said in a small voice. He stopped swaying you and slowly turned you to face him, his thumb finding your chin to lift your head gently. “Darling… Why does it matter so much to you? I promise you, I know that you’re not. Isn’t that all that matters?” He asked in a soothing voice. “Yes and no. I just want you to… I don’t know, it’s your family and I know how much they mean to you, and I don’t want to be the one to come between that.” “Darling, I chose you. The moment I met you. The very first glimpse I had of you, you were inherently imbedded in me. If they don’t find that agreeable or enough, then screw them.” You sighed. You knew there was no way you’d be able to convince him of how worried you were, because he was a romantic and an optimist; the world simply had to agree. “Wear the green dress. You look stunning in that.” He said before kissing you deeply. “Fine. Only because you asked so nicely.” You mumbled against his lips.

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The drive was agony for you. It’s strange how much people, you’d never even met, mattered – their opinion, their feelings… it meant the world to you to be accepted and the fear that they wouldn’t, made you want to vomit. Henry squeezed your hand reassuringly and pulled into a driveway, stilling the engine. “It’s going to be alright, love.” “How are you not nervous about this?” You asked in a small, quivering voice. “I think you’re nervous enough for the both of us, darling.” He chuckled. “I don’t know. I am a little nervous, but not because of your age. I worry that my mother has another scheme planned. He said, kissing your knuckles. “We’ll be fine.” He mumbled. You nodded and tried to draw a deep breath. “If you want to stay in the car for a little bit, we can. Get your nerves under control.” You nodded once and held his hand, your heart pounding in your chest.

You knew that it shouldn’t matter much to you. You loved Henry for who he was, and it should be all that mattered. You lived together and you had been able to handle tabloids talking out of their ass about your relationship, but if his family didn’t approve, you feared that he’d break up; his family meant a lot to him, and you knew it. You also knew that his mother had made a habit out of ambushing him with “plans” – sometimes an ex would randomly show up, sometimes a family friend, but they all had the same in common; they were in her eyes, a perfect match for Henry. He had groaned about it several times, when he came home from a visit with them, and you felt your stomach swoop every time he did – it was very clear, that you’d have to work very hard to get them to accept you.

“Let’s do it.” You finally said, trying to swallow your heart back in place. He smiled gently and you got out of the car, clammy hands in his, to knock on the door.

“Henry!” His mom hugged him tightly, before her eyes fell on you. “Oh. Y/N, I presume?” Her cheery attitude had changed the minute she saw you. “Yes, Mrs. Cavill. Happy to meet you.” “Yes, well…” She smiled tightly. “Come on in, everybody’s here.” You followed Henry with a sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to go the way he had hoped for. Henry rubbed comforting circles on your back as you were introduced to his family and their partners – all of them gave you a strange look and barely muttered a hello. You saw Henry’s jaw clench.

“Henry, did I tell you that Martha is stopping by? Such a lovely girl, simply endearing.” You worried for Henry’s teeth – his jaw was clamped so tightly, his teeth must’ve been hurting under the pressure. “Mum…” “Oh, stop with the mum. You know, she’s single.” His mom started arranging tea on trays, lining it up to get ready for the afternoon-tea, you had been invited to. She didn’t set the full number of cups. “We’ve been over this, mother. You’re being obtuse.” She huffed and turned to face Henry fully, hands on her hips. “I am not being obtuse. She’s a very nice woman, and we would love her here.” The implication wasn’t lost on you, and you swallowed thickly, slipping out from under Henry’s protective arm. “I need to use the restroom.” You muttered, not waiting for an answer, but simply weaved your way through the gathering of family, that didn’t like you in any way, their eyes following you with sneers on their faces, and found a guest bathroom, slamming the door and sitting heavily on the toilet, trying to keep your tears at bay. You knew it. They wouldn’t accept you – you weren’t what they expected of their son, much less what they wanted in their family. Clearly, his mother was keener on Martha, who she had invited. Jesus Christ, you were going to lose it.

You heard voices outside and stilled your panicked breaths, keeping quiet. “I told you, he’d bring someone like her.” It sounded like one of his brothers. “Yes, yes, I know. I just… He’s only doing it to get a reaction from your mother and I. He’s acting like a teenager.” His dad. “You know Henry, he wants to go against whatever you think.” Silence fell. “She’s too young for him.” “You’re telling me.” “I knew it, I just knew he’d find someone like that. Young and money hungry. Fame-hungry, even.” A deep sigh. “He could at least pretend to be happy that we even allowed her inside the house. She wasn’t invited, and he knew it.” “Dad…” “No, I don’t want to hear it. I refuse to let a child wander around with Henry like he’s her priced possession just because he’s trying to prove some silly point.” “You would have made it easier if you hadn’t told him Martha was coming.” A huff. You cried silently; every single worry you had seemed to be warranted. “It’s not fair to her. Henry used to date her, and they made a brilliant match.” “Dad… Let him run it out. He’s blowing off steam, and it’ll end soon enough. You know him, a girl with nice tits shows up, he’s a goner.” They both laughed. “At least he has some taste. She’s a pretty, little thing. Let’s hope she doesn’t rip him for all he’s worth.” They both laughed and they laughter became fainter and fainter as they walked away – you were about to have a full panic attack.

The way they talked about you made you feel sick. You had hoped that at least one of them would be just a little forthcoming, but they all seemed to think the same; you were a gold-digger with a nice body. It was disgusting. You gathered yourself and wiped the tears from your face – there wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d let them see how they’d made you feel. You just wanted to leave.

You unlocked the door and with a straight back, weaved back through the family, finding Henry deep in argument with his mother. “I’m not here to find anyone, I already have someone, mum, I’m here because I wanted to introduce my girlfriend to my family!” He yelled. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, trying to play a game with me, when you knew she was coming with me.” His mother scoffed, pursing her lips. “Not with my blessing, she didn’t.” Henry threw his hands up and glared at his mother. “I don’t know why on earth you’re so hellbent on hating a woman, you’ve never met, that I love. It’s not a fling, it’s not a fickle thing, we live together, mum. I’m not letting her go, especially not because you want me to.” You stepped into the kitchen and let your hand wrap around his arm. “I’m going to leave. You stay.” He turned his face to say something, but his mother cut in. “That seems like a wonderful idea, dear.” You glared at her and any inkling of goodwill in you disappeared when you saw her sneering face. “You know, I’m not doing it for you. I’m leaving because I don’t want Henry to be upset or have to chose between me and his family.” You said in a low voice, trying to keep your cool. “I would have expected at least a modicum of respect, just an ounce, a sliver of respect and acceptance, not towards me, but to your son. You may very well be his mother, but you are abhorrent in your ways, and the fact that you act as if you’re better than me, makes me feel sorry for you.” Henry pulled you closer to his body. “I know what you’re all thinking, I even heard it loud and clear.” You turned to face his father with a poisonous smile on your lips. “While I am glad that you believe your son to have taste…” You spat out. “I am disgusted by the way you were talking about me, a stranger to you. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t believe a kind, gentle and caring man like Henry came from a family like this. I am absolutely disgusted by your way of thinking and your treatment of a person, who only wanted the very best for your son.” You drew a deep breath and narrowed your eyes. “I am not here for his money, his looks or his fame. I’m here for Henry, the kind and loving man I know. Not that it’s any of your doing, it would seem.” You turned to face his mother again, who looked like she had swallowed a lemon. “I thank you for not only completely ruining any chance we had to get along, but also for hurting your son. Me, I don’t care about, but him? God, he deserves better.” You bowed to her. “Thank you for not inviting me and thank you for making it abundantly clear that you dislike whatever Henry wants to do. I have no desire to be involved with this family if this is how it is.” You stood on your toes and kissed Henry’s cheek. “You can stay if you want. No pressure from me. I’ll haul a cab or an Uber. I love you.” You didn’t give him time to respond, nor did you react to his father’s voice calling out for you, but simply left the house, holding tears back until you were well down the road.

Fucking idiot, you were – thinking that the family, that had hounded Henry for as long as you knew him to find a “real” woman to suit him better, would ever accept you. It was stupid really, to get your hopes up, even just a sliver. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and you wiped them angrily, pulling your phone out to find either a cab, an Uber or the nearest bridge to fling yourself off from. The familiar hum of an engine sounded behind you, and a door opened – Henry’s warm, thick arms enveloped you, holding you tightly to his warm chest, as you sobbed into his shirt, staining it with mascara. “Oh, sweetheart…” He rested his chin on top of your head. “You didn’t have to leave, Henry. It’s your family, just go back.” You mumbled into his shirt. If he heard you, he didn’t let on. He just kept hugging you.

“You know, you’re the first person to ever say anything to them.” He mumbled into your hair. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t…” “Don’t be sorry, love.” He pulled you a little out from his body to look at you. “I should’ve known better. I thought that… When they saw you, got you know you, they’d be okay. Clearly, I was wrong.” “It’s not your fault.” “Neither is it yours.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Let’s go home.” “Are you sure? You can stay, I really don’t mind.” You told him in a small voice. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” He said with determination. As you got in the car, he shot you a small, comforting smile.

The drive back was in silence, simply letting both of you process what happened at the house. “You know, I talked to them as well. Or, rather, yelled at them.” He mumbled, turning the car down the familiar road, where your shared house appeared slowly to your eyes. “Henry…” “No, they don’t get to do that. I’d much rather choose you and be happy than stay in my family’s house and be utterly unhappy.” He said with a small smile. The car stopped moving and you glanced to your front door, the soft sway of lavender and roses around the walkway calming you. “I never wanted you to choose, you know.” He kissed you deeply. “It’s never been a choice.” As you stepped inside the house and toed your shoes off – not before Kal had practically tackled you – Henry held you tightly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Hmm, you know…” He kissed you. “There’s something very attractive about you when you become all assertive.” He kissed you again, deepening the kiss – there was something both desperate and dominant, that lingered just under the surface of the kiss. You felt warm. “Oh, yeah?” you mumbled against his lips, his fingers running up under the hem of your dress. “Definitely…” When your back hit the bed, his deep voice whispering the things he’d do to you, you weren’t worried anymore. The worry could be handled later.

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

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Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

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The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[sinner-as-saint]

Somebody Else

(Mob AU) Cherry!Seb x Reader

Run-through: You decide that it’s high time to tell your boyfriend about the other man in your life, because you couldn’t lie nor keep it a secret anymore. And needless to say, he doesn’t take it very well.

Themes: angst, smut, jealous!seb, fluff

a/n: for those confused, ‘cherry!seb’ is mob!seb, we just gave him a name because well, click here

You were so anxious that it was hard to breathe for a little while. 

The moment you heard his car entering the gates, you shot up from the couch and rushed down the stairs. You had been thinking about this for a while now, but tonight was the right time. You couldn’t lie anymore. And it hurt you each time you had to refrain yourself from bringing it up on the phone. 

Just as you reached the foyer, you watched Seb walk in - the notorious mob boss who was mean, and ruthless and cruel to anyone else but you. To you, he was everything you could ask for. 

He smiled the moment his eyes met yours. “Hi babygirl.” He opened his arms and engulfed you in a warm, tight bear hug. He had been away for work for days, and right now all he wanted was to be home with you. 

“Hi baby. Welcome home.” You nuzzled his neck and inhaled his absolutely delicious cologne. You pulled away to look up at him but he was busy scanning your outfit. 

He frowned for a brief moment, “Are we going somewhere?” He couldn’t help but ask because although you always looked beautiful, the little sundress you were wearing was absolutely stunning. 

You linked your arm with his as you two walked further into your home. “Nope.” You answered, and bit down on your lip as you looked up at him. 

He stopped and grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away gently, “So you got all dressed up just for me?” You nodded at his question and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth again. “You know, as much as I appreciate you looking extra pretty for me, all I wanna do it get you out of this dress and-,”

“No,” You whined playfully, pulling away. “Not happening. Go freshen up, I made dinner.” You watched how his brows furrowed a little at you. 

“Okay…” His reply sounded more like a question. “Did I forget something, baby? Our anniversary is in December, your birthday is next month and we-,” 

You cut him off again, he was stressed out you could tell. “You didn’t forget anything. You’ve been working a lot lately, you’ve been away from home a lot. I just wanted to do something nice for when you get back.” You whispered, grabbing him by his face and pulling him in for a kiss. 

He moaned into the kiss and tightened his arms around you, feeling your warm body beneath the dress. “You didn’t have to do anything. You make me feel so much better just by being here with me.” He whispered, his voice deeper, as he kissed his way down your neck. His touch was very persuasive and you almost gave in but then you remembered… 

“Okay,” You giggled as you pulled away. “Don’t ruin my plans, now go shower. I’ll be waiting,” You pulled away from his embrace and he groaned as you walked away from him. You turned to face him one last time before you walked into the open kitchen, “And you better be back before I finish my first glass of wine.” You winked at him. 

He bolted. Ran upstairs as fast as he could, smiling to himself and wondering how he got so lucky. 

Seb showed up sometime later, showered and relaxed; smelling even better. You watched him enter the kitchen, his body moving slowly but confidently - dressed in nothing but just dark grey sweatpants. You bit your lip again as he walked over to you and tried to get all cozy again but you pushed him away playfully. 

Midway through dinner, he looked up at you and took your hand in his. “This is torture.” He murmured, taking a sip of wine while rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand. 

You smirked. “What, I made your favorite dinner, opened your favorite wine. How is that torture?” You knew you had to get him in the right mood before telling him all that you had to say. 

He studied your face for a while, narrowing his eyes at you. “Is there something you want? Babygirl, you know all you have to do is ask. Whatever it is, I’ll get you.” He spoke, then lifted your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean? I make us dinner all the time, why does this seem suspicious to you?” 

He playfully nipped at your finger. “Because I know you too well. And I know you’re up to something.” 

You pulled your hand away to pick up your fork again. “Well I’m not, now eat up.” 

Dinner was just as perfect as you wanted it to. And another glass of wine later, you and Seb found yourselves on the couch in the living room, watching a movie - barely, because Seb was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. 

Each time he slid his hand under your dress, you pushed his hand away. You purposely dodged each one of his kisses, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he snaps. But you needed to get him desperate enough to where you’d have his whole attention. 

“Babygirl,” he whined, pulling you on his lap again, “Give me a kiss, come on.” He grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, wondering if you should just tell him now. 

You pulled away from his kiss and straddled him, he looked up at you with the same curious look he’s had all evening. “Okay,” you took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

Seb raised an eyebrow at you. “See? I knew it. I knew you were up to something.” He almost purred as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. 

You inched closer to him, and cupped his face in your hands so you had his undivided attention. “I love you, you know that, right? I will always love you, no matter what.” 

He blinked at you, nodding. 

You kept going. “And whatever happened, it was��� it was so unexpected. I wouldn’t call it a mistake but I- I didn’t think it through at the moment. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.” 

He sat up a little straighter, grabbing your hips so you don’t fall off his lap. He blinked once again. “Baby, what are you talking about?” His heart raced just a little. He had no idea where this was going. 

You sighed, and looked down at his bare chest. You brought your hand down and traced along his freckles and indents of his muscles. “Um, recently you’ve been gone a lot. And I’m fine with it really, I mean I know you work so much and how important work is for you. But I… I was so lonely and vulnerable at the time and he just-,”

Seb cut you off with a look of horror on his face. “He? Who’s ‘he’?” He looked like he was confused, angry and surprised all at once. 

“Baby, just listen, okay? It didn’t mean anything, it’s not… I wasn’t supposed to get attached but then you know, I-,”

Seb cut you off by sitting up straighter and he grabbed both your wrists and held them away from his face. “Attached? To who? You… you found somebody else?” 

You sighed, “Baby… I didn’t mean for it to happen.” 

His eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about? Did you- do you… did you cheat on me?” His voice cracked a little by the end. 

You lowered your head in shame. “I… I met him through a friend, they know each other and he was staying with her until he found a new place. And he came along with her when I invited them for dinner the other night. You were away at that time, and I… it wasn’t supposed to but it just happened.” 

Seb repeated your words in his mind. It just happened… it just happened? 

He grabbed your thigh and pushed you to the side, gently. His movements were so slow as he got up from the couch with a frown on his face. “What… what do you mean ‘it just happened’?” He walked a few steps away, stopping by the fireplace and then turned to look at you. You sat criss-cross on the couch, lowering your face still. “Look at me!” You could hear the disbelief in his voice. 

You lifted your head up to look at him. His body flushed with the anger he was having trouble containing. He ran his fingers through his short hair, his muscles flexing as he did. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured. 

He looked at you like the apology only drove another dagger through his heart. “You’re sorry?” He sounded defeated. “You cheat on me, and that’s all you have to say? That you’re sorry?” 

“Babe, I-,” 

He snapped. “Don’t call me that!” He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair again as he paced in front of the fireplace. “Why.. how did- when did you…” he stopped rambling. Too many thoughts ran through his mind all at once. He was having trouble breathing, and his head was pounding - he felt like he was going to be sick. 

“When they came over for dinner that night, uh, we all had a little too much to drink and I couldn’t let them drive back home so I offered that they spend the night and leave in the morning. And that’s when I… I got to know him a little more and…” You looked at Seb and found him staring at you, his heart breaking, “and that’s when-,”

“Enough.” He looked away, hands on his waist. “So you just- why are you even telling me this right now? Why tell me at all? Because you couldn’t live with yourself, or is it… is it because you’re in love with him or something?�� 

Your silence gave him the answer he needed. 

“What the fuck? You’re just gonna throw away all we had for this dude? Who the hell is he anyways? You know I’m gonna find out who he is and I’m gonna make sure it hurts when I-,”

You got up from the couch and walked over to him, placing your hands on either side of his waist. His skin was warmer than usual. “Seb please, I care about him.” 

Seb looked at you like you spoke some other language. “What bullshit is this?” His heart was beating like crazy, an unpleasant chill dancing down his spine as he felt the tips of his fingers getting numb. “You… you what? Are you-,” He stopped talking abruptly, panic showing all over his face briefly before it was replaced by burning anger. He pushed your hands away from his body. “Is he… is he here right now?” He gestured upstairs. “Are you keeping him here? Has he been here this whole time?” 

“Baby, just listen okay? He needed a place to-,”

Seb cut you off by rushing past you and rushing to the drawer where he kept a spare gun, always. You ran after him. 

“Seb, wait.” You caught up with him at the stairs. “Just wait, okay, I-,” 

He cut you off by grabbing your wrist and tugging you along as he rushed up the stairs. “So not only do you cheat on me, but you let him stay in our own home?” He sounded like he was trying so hard not to unleash the beast inside at you. “What did you think, you were gonna convince me and all three of us would live happily ever after?” 

You remained quiet, you hadn’t expected this to turn so violent so soon. 

When you reached the landing upstairs, Seb pushed you against the wall, almost growling in anger as he caged you in. “I’ll deal with you later, babygirl. But first I’m gonna deal with your little boy toy and I’m gonna make you watch as I hurt him.” He meant it, every single word. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice dropping so low that you visibly shivered. 

You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Don’t hurt him.” You murmured and his hands were shaking with all the emotions that he was having trouble dealing with all at once. 

He chuckled, darkly. You looked into his eyes and they had darkened too. “Don’t tell me what to do, babygirl. Do you really think you can protect him?” He leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours, “Where is he?” He asked slowly. 

There was no way for you to get out of this one. “The… guest room.” 

Seb didn’t move for a few seconds, his brain still processing all of what just happened in the span of a few minutes. His heart was breaking more and more with each passing moment. “I’m gonna burn this whole house down,” he grabbed your wrist again, tugging you further down the hallway and towards the guest room, “With him in it.” He growled the last bit. 

He gave you a piercing look as you reached the guest room. He let go of your hand and cocked his gun. He didn’t even think twice as he burst through the door, “You piece of-,” 

You heard how his voice died down into a groan. You pushed open the door even wider and took a step further in, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe. You giggled at the sight in front of you. 

Seb clutched his chest as he fell onto his knees on the floor, exhaling loudly and lowering his head to the floor. And in front of him was the little ball of black and white fur - your new pup, a baby Border Collie. 

Your friend was fostering him, and she brought the pup along when she came over for dinner the other night and told you about how he needed a forever home. You hadn’t thought about having a dog just yet, but when you saw this little baby that night, you knew you had to keep him. So you did, and you hadn’t told Seb about it right away. 

And well, he just found out. 

“Isn’t he handsome?” You asked, and upon hearing your voice, the little one yelped and ran over to you on its little legs. You giggled as you picked him up and walked further into the room, which was filled with everything a dog could need. You went over and knelt right in front of Seb, holding up the pup, making them both face each other. 

“Don’t burn the house down. I’m sorry I cheated on you with this handsome boy.” You teased. 

Seb finally lifted his head to look at you both. He hissed, “I think I’m having a heart attack. Or my blood pressure is really really high.” He locked his gun and tossed it to the side. “Woman, you’re killing me.” 

You rolled your eyes at Seb. “Oh stop your theatrics.” You looked down at your new dog, stroking his soft fur. “Did you really think I would cheat on you?” When you looked back up at your boyfriend, he was looking down at the dog. 

“You scared me for a moment. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t think, I just...” He groaned. “You really know how to mess with me, don’t you?” 

You giggled, and he threw you a dirty look before picking up the pup from your arms to inspect it better. “So this little guy kept you company while I was gone?” The little one yelped and started licking Seb’s chin eagerly. “I think I’ll forgive him, good thing he’s cute.” 

You watched them both, smiling like crazy. “I named him Kenny.” 

-

You then spent the next hour explaining how you got the dog and hung out with your new pet, until Kenny fell asleep. And while you stepped out of the room, Seb grabbed you and pushed you against the wall again, just outside the guest room. 

“I hope you know that had there been a guy in there, I would shoot him first and ask questions later.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, giggling when he bit down on your lip. “You crazy man,” You pulled away to look into his eyes. “I love you, I wouldn’t do that to you, to us.” 

“Hmm,” he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Don’t you dare leave me.” He mumbled against your skin. “I mean it.” 

“Else you’re gonna burn this house down?” You teased him for his dramatic threat earlier. 

He groaned, pinching your butt and making you squeal. “Or I’m gonna burn this whole city to the ground,” he corrected you, “And everyone in it.” He added, making you chuckle as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

Seb had gotten rid of your dress before you even made it to your bedroom. 

You laughed as you made him chase you around the room, and he groaned each time he missed you. “Come here, you little-,” He finally caught you and pinned you down on the bed, straddling you and gripping your wrists in his hands as he leaned down to kiss you. “You better make up for almost giving me a stroke, babygirl.” He murmured. 

You gasped as he bit down on your neck, kissing and licking along your throat. “And you better make up for being away so much.” You sassed. 

He chuckled. “Well then, we both have a lot to make up for it seems.” 

Seb placed his mouth on top of yours to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. He groaned as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you out. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely. 

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. 

He groaned at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.  

He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.” 

“Baby…” You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. 

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You missed me, didn’t you, babygirl?” 

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you.

“Say it, baby. Tell me how much you missed my cock buried deep inside you…” 

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. 

He cooed, “Missed me so much it had you acting up. Scheming for ways to torture me for being away from you for so long…” a dark chuckle followed his words, “For not being here to fuck this greedy little cunt, huh?”

He noticed that you were too much in a haze to respond. So he just slipped his tongue back into your mouth and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me babygirl…,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. “I’ve missed you so much.” You mumbled. 

A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him. 

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you. So much. Don’t you ever leave me.” 

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “Never happening. You’re my one and only.”

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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Radio Calls|| John Seed Part 3

||The deputy finished helping Fall's End in killing the peggies and reopening the bar so that the resistance can drink and enjoy in peace, she met Mary May Fairgrave and to see Pastor Jerome again, thanking the deputy for bringing peace, in the night she left the bar to get some fresh air until she hears John's voice on her radio||

John: brothers and sisters someone out there is not playing by the rules, someone is taking from us. stealing what rightfully belongs to the Father. They are a murderer and a coward but God sees them and God will guide us to them, they will be found and they will be punished this is the will of the Father.

Deputy: Are you mad that I'm winning and you're losing? John, why are you hurting these people? *she says selfishly, looking around*

John: because they must join the will of the Father, that's why we do this, I want them to confess all the sins, and they must atone, remember that you owe me a confession in my bunker, deputy *he reasoned with the agent* If you want me to release Deputy Hudson, you must do what I ask of you. I don't like the idea of hurting Hudson if you don't do what I want.

Deputy: Give me a break, will you? Look. . .I know you're obsessed with me, I understand you, just like Jacob. . .you both want to have me, but the problem is that I won't give up so easily. *she looks at the "Yes" sign from a distance on the mountain* What I said in your bunker, it's true, I never lied to you, if I lied, do you think you'd let Hudson go free? of course not, john. . .I ask you for mercy, do you want to have me? send your people, and I surrender to them on my knees. I won't do anything wrong unless they shoot me with the bliss bullet.

John: I just want you to answer me truthfully. . . Why do you want to give up so easily to rescue your friend?.

Deputy: I may have a deep feeling, that I don't know if it will ever go away. *she is sincere with her soft voice* You and Jacob. . .Both of you are driving me crazy, I would like to get away from you, get away from this war, I don't know how it will end, I don't want to hurt you John, I never want to have that consciousness in my head in case. . .I make that mistake.

John: you are afraid, afraid that you don't want to hurt me, afraid of losing me, afraid of losing jacob, but you are very afraid that your people will turn their backs on you, and you won't know what to do with your life from now on? *he says calmly, listening to the agent about her problems.* come home Deputy, come with me where I can protect you from those demons that you have inside.

Deputy: I can't John, I don't want to abandon these people from so much destruction that you and your brothers do, I'm tired, tired of doing this, but I had no other choice, I should never have come here, I shouldn't have arrested your brother and caused this chaos. *she lets out a frustrated sigh, biting her lip.* I don't know why I'm talking to you, it's silly to have confessed my attraction to you.

John: Deputy. . . Please, we need to talk. *he says pleading looking for the solution to talk to the Deputy face to face.*

Deputy: There's nothing to talk about, I'll continue with what I'm doing, I'll kill you and your whole family, don't provoke me John, you don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know me perfectly. . .stay alert John, because very soon your reign will fall. . . *she turns off her radio so as not to hear John anymore, then looks at the "Yes" sign and thinks whether to continue fighting or to leave the resistance.* This is going to kill me to my grave. . .

What do you guys think? I love the Seed Brothers but would you like me to do a special scene between John, Jacob and the Deputy with angst,drama and a little bit more fluff.

and I will also do supernatural scenes with the Deputy who is a vampire or werewolf with the Seed family where they will soon discover the secret of their little lamb.

but that will be very soon. . . have a nice day everyone.