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carleighalpha · 1 year ago

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Little Wolf Pt 2

Summary: {Y/N} is taken by Peter as time isn't on his side.

Rating: M

Words: 2k

Imagine: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Warning: Canon Death. Breeding Kink ;)

{Y/N} sat in her room playing with a lock of her {H/C} hair. Derek hasn't come back since he came to tell her that he had a plan to get rid of the Alpha. That was about 5 days ago. Stiles still hasn't told her he knows, but she will let him decide when. He was at the school formal.

" I really need to get out more." {Y/N} groaned as she picked up her car keys and went down the stairs. As she walks out the door, she feels like someone is watching her. Night had fallen about two hours ago. She grabbed a leather jacket over her {F/C} tank top and {S/F/C} shorts. while {F/C} sneakers covered her feet. The next thing that {Y/N} knew was getting hit in the face.

" What the!" She screamed as she saw those glowing red eyes.

" Hello {Y/N}. I've heard so much about you." He growled before hitting her face once again as blood spewed out of the wound. Her vision dimmed as she felt like she was getting picked up.

" What are you doing to me?" {Y/N} growled as she was put in the back of a car.

" Using you to draw out my nephew and Scott." He growled at her. This was the Alpha!

" You going to kill me like everyone else? Cause I have better things to do than be your bait!" {Y/N} yelled before she was hit in the back of the head. Darkness found itself within her mind. The pain was bad but bearable. {Y/N} awoke to being pulled out of the car. Peter carried her to a room and looked at her with a grin.

" Just great." She groaned as Peter smirked at her.

" After I kill the Argent's, I'm going to bite you and watch as you kill everyone you love." Peter said as {Y/N} saw his fangs. Her heart raced as she felt fear coming to her.

" Now stay here and don't move." He told her before running out the front door. {Y/N} heard the growling, snarling, and pain coming from the other room before she heard glass shatter. She ran out to see Peter in his wolf state holding up Scott. She ran off the porch and hid behind a tree. {Y/N} saw Stiles and Jackson pull up with canisters. He threw one at the Alpha as it stared at Scott, who had kicked him off.

" Oh, damn!" Stiles' voice was full of fear as {Y/N} watched Scott scramble for the archery bow.

" Allison!" He screamed as he threw it to her. {Y/N} clung to the tree as the cut on her cheek bled more. She sees in horror as the Alpha is set on fire. Her screams as he trudged away grew loud before they stopped. A familiar face came to her.

" Are you alright?" Derek asked as he looked at her all over and saw her cheek.

" I'll take care of this, {Y/N/N}." He said as he pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek.

" Thank you for saving me." {Y/N} whispered as he got up and went over to his uncle.

" Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family-- what am I supposed to do?" Scott screamed out to Derek. All he could think was that his uncle killed his sister, and killed so many others, but worse kidnapped his girl. He raised up a clawed hand while Scott begged again for him to stop. It was too late as Derek had slashed Peter's neck wide open. He got up and smirked.

" I'm the Alpha now." Derek growled as his eyes gleamed a robust red declaring himself the new Alpha. He turned his attention to {Y/N}, who got up slightly shaking. He walked over and held her.

" Thank god you are safe." He whispered into her ear as tears had welded in her eyes.

" Don't disappear on me ever again or I'll kill you." {Y/N} cried out as he held her tight.

" I promise." He said as he pulled away and then gave her a hot and steamy kiss. They pulled away as {Y/N} heard Stiles' gasp out.

" You knew!" He yelled out.

" Yup, since I was 16." She replied as he groaned.

" I wish you had told me." He said as {Y/N} shook her head. She slightly stumbled from all the adrenaline running out of her body.

" I think your sister needs to rest." Derek said as he picked up {Y/N}. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked away with her in his arms not caring that Argent had seen the two interacting.

" I missed you." {Y/N} says as Derek keeps carrying her through the woods towards her house.

" I can't let my girl get hurt now can I?" He asked with a smirk. {Y/N} smirked and kissed his cheek.

" Your girl huh?" She asked as they arrived at the house. He set her down as he saw her keys on the ground. He picked them up and gave them to her.

" If you wouldn't mind?" He asked as {Y/N} smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss that felt nuclear in her heart. She pulled away as lust filled her pupils. Derek couldn't help but want to protect her more. That kiss gave him his answer.

" Now let's get you a hot shower. I'll be joining you." She says as she takes his hand in hers. As they go inside, Derek can smell her emotions as they go into her room. Small bits of fears, but he can also smell longing, happiness, and lust. As Derek locked her door, he can hear the shower turn on. He smiles and remove his clothes.

" Join me." {Y/N} called as he walked into the bathroom. He saw her silhouette behind the curtain and slipped inside. He missed this, bit more importantly, he missed her. As {Y/N} scrubs the Hale clean, he couldn't help but feel her smooth skin as she got every crevice. He found himself scrubbing her clean and carefully cleaned the claw mark his uncle left. As they stept out of the shower, Derek couldn't help but dry her off first before himself.

" You always know how to comfort someone." {Y/N} said with a grin as she put her hair up. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, where Derek began to kiss her slightly rough as he laid her down.

" No need to rush." {Y/N} says as Derek began to kiss her neck.

" We have all the time we need." She whispered as he slowed down. Moving his hands to the bottom hem of her top before sitting up so he could take it off. {Y/N} removed her bra as Derek laid her back on her bed and engulfed his lips around her nub and played with the other between his fingers.

" Oh fuck!" {Y/N} gasped as the sensations all over drew her nuts. Derek let go of her now swollen nub before messing with the other one as his free hand began to go to her shorts to pop the button out of its holding.

" Gods help me." She gasped as Derek let her other nub go.

" They can't save you from the pleasure I'm sending you." He growled as his eyes gleamed with that robust red. He kissed down her stomach before getting her shorts and {F/C} panties off. He hauled for a moment as thoughts ran through his mind. He growled as her scent was driving him up a wall.

" You smell divine. Mind if I have a taste?" Derek asked as {Y/N} blushed. He's never acted like this before, like a starving animal.

" Go ahead." She grinned as he parted her legs and began to lick with such fury, it almost felt like a sin to feel so good. {Y/N} gripped his hair as he held her thighs apart so it wouldn't interfere with what he was craving. It was her, all of her. He wanted her all for himself!

" Derek! Fuck!" {Y/N}'s cries of pleasure rang in his ears like an echo as she proceeded to cum all over his tongue and he couldn't help but lap up every drop she had to offer. It was his ambrosia. Her taste was all he can think about, the drive to make her his grew ever more.

" Just as I thought. You taste like pure heaven, {Y/N/N}." Derek growled before coming up and aligning his cock at her entrance.

" Don't make me wait." Her words gave Derek all the more encouragement.

" I want all of you." He growled before plunging deep into her greedy pussy. Her moans and screamed dying out as Derek kissed her. Swallowing every drop of her voice.

" I need to fill you full." He groaned as he settled into her heat. {Y/N} never knew this was something he wanted. He just became an Alpha. He wanted that? Of all things? With her?

" I need to see you full." His voice was heavy with his wolf. It was a primal desire coming off of him.

" I trust you." {Y/N} told him. The key words hit him like a bag of bricks. Derek proceeded to hover over her and began to restless pound into her. {Y/N} moaned out in exctasy as the rhythm, the heat, the desire hit her all at once.

" You feel so good around my cock." He growled as he dug his nails into her hips to raise them for a better angle. {Y/N} bit her lip as the heat of the friction was making her Gspot scream in exctasy.

" You feel so tight, God how!" Derek groaned in her ear as he pressed deeper. {Y/N} gasped as she could feel every vein in his shaft hitting her spot and it was pure heaven.

" I feel it!" {Y/N} cried as it was getting to much for her as Derek kept pounding inside, the heat and friction of it all was making the coil inside tighten to an almost unbearable amount of pleasure. He was edging her to oblivion.

" I'm ready." {Y/N} cried as Derek then smirked and rubbed her clit quickly. The sensation and heat made her fall over the edge as Derek growled out. He was holding her tight against him as his own orgasm found its way. They had climaxed together and as the motion of his shaft worked her, it sent her spasming. Derek growled as her wall tightened around him like a vice. It was pleasure and pain as she shook underneath him. He collapsed on her while he remained inside.

" Gods that felt ecstatic." {Y/N} gasped tiredly as Derek pulled out of her and laid next to her. She slowly crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest as she was still reeling from the past few hours.

" Did you mean what you said?" {Y/N} asked as Derek went to catch his breath. He thought for a moment and nodded.

" I did. I'm not going back on it. Meeting you in the woods. It felt right." He said as he played with a {H/C} lock of her hair. He rubbed her shoulder with reassurance.

" Now that you are a big strong Alpha. How about you show me what you can really do." {Y/N} said with a lustful glint in her eye. Derek felt his body respond and he made good on what she asked.

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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aressss1 · 3 years ago

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You are on a journey. But what if your journey goes differently from what you planned? You wanted loot but you found yourself a mate for life... Oops.

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Sweat dripped down your face, as you trudged through the nether. How any living being could live here was beyond you. Your boots tore through the netherack, as you traveled. The heat was becoming unbearable, and the water in your canteen dried up as soon as you entered this place. As much as you hated the nether… It was a necessity to travel through, to get to the ever-elusive woodland mansion.

You had only ever heard of the mansion, through random whispers, so you decided to buy a map from one of the villagers. Though… Traveling through the nether was difficult for you, and you were starting to run out of obsidian. Making portals to the overworld, only to find that you weren’t even close to your destination.

Sighing, you place down your nether portal, lighting it. You took a peek at the hellish scenery behind you, and you step through, vowing that the first water source you saw would be dry after you got a hold on it. When you opened your eyes, you felt relief at the cool breeze on your skin. You stepped out of the portal, your eyes landing on a lake just a few feet ahead of you. Needless to say, you drank as much water as you could without getting sick, before you went on your merry way through the birch forest you found yourself in. You walked hours, not really wanting to go back into the nether but at this point… The map in your hand still didn’t make sense to you. You followed that magic icon on your map, but it never seemed to budge.

Sighing, you take out your obsidian once more, recreating the portal and lighting it. When you stepped into the portal you walked into the blue forest on the other side. You cursed at your surroundings, while the forests were very pretty… They just slowed you down with how dense some of them were. Enemies could use it to their advantage too. You tightened your bag around your shoulder and walked forward, boots digging into the warped nylium.

You were cautious, hand twitching for your bow and arrow, at any and all sounds around you. Cutting the warped wart in your path you found yourself in a small clearing. It made you hesitate, but you didn’t see anything to be worried about, so your shrugged and kept moving. Making your way to the other side of the clearing you pulled your sword out to cut at the wart in your path. Well… You didn’t get far. The sound of a crossbow string being pulled back, hit your ears and you whirled around.

Another… Human…? No… Not a human. But something in between that of a piglin and a human. Tangled long pink hair spilled down his shoulders, a golden crown adorned the top of his head. A tattered red piece of fabric pooled to the ground. He wore the garb of a piglin brute, and you could see the golden axe hang at his back. His golden eyes pierced through you, daring you to make any type of movement. You didn’t hesitate, you pulled your bow forth notching your arrow, and pulling back the string.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. The two of you stared each other down, through your weapons. Hearts pounding, you felt your shoulders rise and fall, your hand shook where he was calm. He finally spoke, and you didn’t understand him.

Unbeknownst to you, the thing that caught his eye… Was the golden ring on your index finger, glinting at him. ‘Friend?’ He thought lowering his crossbow, you didn’t do the same. He could see you were scared, and he approached you slowly. Even if you yelled things at him that he couldn’t understand. He didn’t care, a measly arrow wouldn’t hurt him, not after all the fights with the other brutes he’d had to become their ruler. Hell, he didn’t even think you could hit him with how bad you were shaking.

He reached out, pushing your bow down, as a way to show he was peaceful. You backed up into one of the trees, as your bow and arrow slipped from your hands. He knew you weren’t of his kind. But to submit so freely? He felt pity for you. You tried pushing away from him when he got too close, but he caught your hand with the ring on it. He fiddled with the tiny ring, almost enthralled with it. You felt his calloused hand cover yours and you could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks.

“D-do you want it?” You said it to get him away from you, to appease him. “You can have i-it.” You grabbed the ring off your finger and held it out for him. “Here…” He looked back and forth between you and the ring, before he spoke again… He sounded as if he said, ‘For me?’, which caused you to nod your head at him…

“Mate…” It was really unfortunate that you couldn’t understand netherspeak… Because as soon as he fit the tiny ring on his pinky finger… It was sealed. The two of you were bound together forever… at least in the piglin world, and piglin’s never left their other half. After he was done studying the ring on his pinky, he got down on one knee, grabbing your hand pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You let out a squeak turning a shade darker before you bowed your head saying your goodbyes to him.

What you didn’t think would happen was… that he would start following you… Wherever you went… You let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. He followed you like a puppy, but you couldn’t keep him. You had no idea what he said to you, he kept calling you something, it was a word you couldn’t pronounce yourself. To him you were his mate, and he would follow you anywhere.

You found yourself panting before too long, the heat was starting to get to you again. You had to sit for a minute, and he sat with you, watching you pant, and rub the sweat from your face. You tried to fan yourself as your eyes finally settled on him. He seemed concerned for you, speaking his own language. Calling you his wife once more.

“Why do you keep calling me that? What does it mean?” You said it more to yourself than to him, you sighed, “You can call me by my name…” You went through the motions with him teaching your name. He seemed to catch on quickly. He tried doing the same with you.

“Technoblade?” You knew you were butchering it, but that’s what his name sounded like in Netherspeak to you. You just couldn’t get his name right. You opted to just keep calling him Techno. He seemed to have an easier time understanding you, learning from you. You pulled out a book from your bag, teaching him how to read your language, it was an old mythology book you had looted from a mineshaft a while back. It was a good thing to have if you were bored. You watched in awe as he seemed to grasp everything you were teaching him. He turned to a random page in the book.

“”Persephone has eaten the fruit of the Underworld,” Hades said coolly, “she must return and rule it with me.”” You marveled at him, while he made some mistakes, that you helped him with, in reading, he really was a natural. When he didn’t know a word he asked you, to help, and he would relish in how close you got to him when you needed to lean over and read the word in the book.

“Here Techno, you can keep this.” You said it slowly, “You can remember me every time you read from it.” He held the book close to his heart.

“…” He watched you get up and dust yourself off. You waved your hand at him, and that caused him to get up himself, and follow you. You put your hand on his chest.

“You have to stay Techno…” You tried reassuring him, he grabbed your hand at his chest his grip tightening on you. “I have to keep going.”

“Stay.” His deep voice rumbled out, and his eyes pleaded with you. You weren’t sure you liked hearing him reply back in your own language… It made things harder now.

“I can’t…” You whispered pulling your hand from his. You couldn’t bear this anymore. You made another portal on the spot; your lack of obsidian be damned, and you lit the portal. Techno growled throwing himself in between you and the portal, his golden axe at the ready. Was he… Protecting you from the portal? A few awkward seconds passed, and nothing happened, and you walked around him putting a hand on the portal. “Techno… This is my way home.”

“Home?” You nodded explaining it to him. It took a few tries until he got it. “Home.” His hand landed on your shoulder. You shook your head, still not getting the fact that he had claimed you as his mate.

“Your home is here Techno. I am not your home.” You stepped into the portal, and you gave him a pitiful look as he reached toward you. Hoping he wouldn’t follow, you disappeared through the portal in front of him. He panicked looking everywhere for you. His mate had suddenly vanished, and he hesitantly touched the purple substance in the portal, his hand going through. He stepped forward as you had. It was a rush, emotions hitting him all at once he fell into the overworld, his arms hitting the ground. Nausea hit him all at once, and he looked around at the foreign world before him, the world spun around him.

“Oh gods… Techno.” He felt relief at your voice. You worried for him, usually when piglins left the nether, they zombified… You put your hand on his back, as you kneeled next to him. You didn’t want him to turn in to a zombie…

Techno was fighting to keep consciousness; bile rose to the back of his throat and his mind started filling with voices. They were so loud… Why were they so loud? They spoke to him in netherspeak. Were these the voices of piglins who had already met their fate? Did you hear these voices too? His body burned in the sunlight, not to an extreme extent but it felt hotter than all those years in the nether. He could pick your voice out through the voices filling up his mind. His head hurt and he finally collapsed on the ground. You really didn’t know what to do. He reached for you.

“Mate…” He weakly sputtered out reaching for your hand. You stood from him, as he passed out, disbelief lining your features. What did he say to you? You stepped away from him, turning from him. You didn’t make it five steps before you stopped to look back at him… You couldn’t just leave him there… You didn’t have the heart to.

So… You pulled him to a shady area, and you watched over him. Relief flooded over you as you felt his pulse. He was well past the time of becoming zombified, at least for a normal piglin, could hybrids zombify? You had no idea. You just sat with him for hours, until he woke up.

When his eyes cracked open you gave out a sigh of relief. He pulled you to him wrapping you in his arms as he warily looked around the two of you. It had gotten dark, so you set up camp for the night, building a fire for the both of you. You were in the middle of cooking baked potatoes for the two of you.

“Home?” He asked, his chin resting on your head. You hesitated… Remembering how he had called you home earlier. Now you knew what he meant.

“Not exactly.” You pushed yourself off of him, your eyes looking anywhere but him. “I’m far away from my home.” He seemed to process your words… He could understand you better, but only because a voice in the back of his mind translated your words to him…

He just sat and watched you for a while, as you poked at the potatoes on the fire. He was curious, the food smelled delicious to him. It was then when you held out a potato for him to take, did he get to taste the cooked vegetable, let’s just say… He loved it. The expression on his face made you chuckle, and you offered yours up to him, after you put more potatoes on the fire. He wasn’t done with his own potato.

“Take mine.” You offered to him. “I’ve got more coming.”

“Eat.” His voice got serious. “Mate, eats first.”

“Techno…” You sigh, “Why are you calling me your mate?” You looked in his golden eyes that softened every time they looked at you.

“Gold,” He held his pinky finger up in the air showing the ring you had given to him. “Rit-ual,” He looked as if he was listening to someone, and they were telling him what to say. You were stunned at his words… Because you gave him gold… You were now his mate… The thought made your head spin.

“Okay…” You didn’t know what to do at this point. Maybe you should have just left him? Maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. “If I hadn’t given you that ring, would you have killed me?” He looked away in thought.

“Yes.” The thought of it made your heart sink. “I will pr-otect you always.” You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest… He had already gone this far for you… Leaving the nether was a huge risk and he was lucky he was hybrid, or he would have been a zombie.

“What happens when a piglin loses their mate?” You asked. “Like if they die?” It took Techno a second to respond.

“We join them.” He said it so casually, you bit your lip. “Nothing will happen.” His words brought a smile to your face.

“Technoblade never dies eh?” You joked with him, and he nods.

“Technoblade never dies.” He loved your name for him, and he would cherish it forever.

Technoblade didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He wanted so badly to give you the affection you deserved, but you shut him down almost immediately. He gave you the things you wanted, pretty ‘flowers’ as you called them. He made sure you were taken care of. He studied your reactions, and while you were resistant to his affections… He knew that he had an affect on you. He could read it on your face, or even smell when he aroused you. But you were still resisting him. He hated it.

He continued trying to please you, and you were too wrapped up in the mansion to notice. It wasn’t like you ignored him, quite the opposite really… You just didn’t want to reciprocate feelings, at least not yet. But you loved teaching him what things were, teaching him how to speak properly. He listened to every word you taught him. You loved brushing through his pink tresses as well.

The voices were immensely helpful at times, even if they were annoying. Telling him what to say and reminding him what things were when he couldn’t remember. But… They started calling for blood. They were aggressive… And he took his aggressions out when he hunted for meat, which helped, but his bloodlust always came back. He feared they would turn on you next.

He followed you blindly, days turned into weeks and the end of your journey came. The two of you stood in front of the mansion. After all that time… You were now standing in front of the mansion. You were going to burn it to the ground after you were done. The two of you went through that mansion, killing enemies left and right. Well… Mostly Technoblade. You sat there on the top floor of the mansion as you watched him go ham.

He was the most graceful fighter you had ever seen. He had grown on you, and you found yourself thinking about him more and more. You wanted to be with him, and in that moment, everything clicked for you. Taking down that mansion went quickly. You had gotten a few totems and you realized that… You didn’t even want the loot anymore. You wanted Techno. When the two of you searched the place through and through you lit it all on fire. The two of you stayed to watch it burn.

“What do we do next?” Techno asked his golden eyes flicking to you.

“We go home.”

“Home?”

“Yup.” You turned toward him, a blush spreading on your cheeks. “You’re my home now Techno.” You hoped to get loot from this trip, but as it turns out, that wasn’t the important part of this whole journey. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping on your tip toes to boost yourself up. You pressed your lips to his, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush up against him.

This world was foreign to Techno, but kissing you felt like the most natural thing to him. You were his, and he was yours. No matter where you went, he would follow. He loved you, loved how you taught him things, loved how you brushed through his hair every morning. You set him free. Free from the fiery gates of hell as you put it.

He wanted to explore this world with you. Even as you pulled back from him, he savored in the fact that you never pulled away from him. Not even as the two of you found yourself wrapped in each other’s arms for the night. It felt right. This world was where he was supposed to be because you were here. He was home.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #c!techno x reader #technoblade/reader #home #fluff and light angst #accidental bonding

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ilici · 4 years ago

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forget.

Summary: Sapnap, and Punz have unsafe sex with Y/N for the first time.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, degrading, hair pulling, and unsafe sex.

Word Count: 1884

Y/N plopped down the bed, as the other two men glanced back at her for a moment, before turning their attention back to the game. “You fucking cunt!” Sapnap yelled at Punz, who only laughed in response. “Come heal me you bitch.” Sapnap said, pointing at the screen and Punz scoffed, “You don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbled, glaring at Sapnap. “Heal me bitch.” He snapped, and Punz rolled his eyes before going over to his character, and healed him. “Now you owe me.” Punz said, and Y/N looked between the two. “Guys I am bored.” She spoke up, and the other two ignored her too interested in their game. “Guys?” She asked, “Punz.” She said now getting slightly impatient, and still no response.

She groaned and whispered to herself, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, “I will turn off your-” Before she could finish her sentence both Punz and Sapnap cheered as they won. “Hell yeah!” Sapnap yelled, and Punz clapped, “That’s right baby.” He said, chuckling. Y/N took this as her chance to finally get their attention, “Baby!” She said tapping Punz’s shoulder, and he looked back at her, “Hey baby, when did you get in here?” He asked, and she almost face palmed, “Just a couple minu-” “Hold that thought.” He said, turning back around as the screen counted down for a new round to start. She huffed, and looked around the room trying to find something to occupy herself.

Seeing nothing to do, she resorted to trying to get their attention the best she could. “I’m going to the store.” She said, and once again. No reply, all that was spoken was words about the game, she huffed and glared at the console. “Someone just messaged me and called me hot.” She said, hoping they’d at least turn around to see if it was true. “Yeah that’s good babe.” Sapnap said, and she scoffed, “Are you serious?” She gapped, about to scream into a pillow from frustration. “I just said someone called me hot, and you say ‘Yeah that’s good babe’ you’ve got to be joking.” She said losing her patience.

“Fuck! I’m down.” Punz groaned and Sapnap laughed, “Stop laughing you idiot, go heal me.” Punz said shoving Sapnap, who in return, shoved him back. “Stop being a little brat.” Sapnap said rolling his eyes, and Y/N just became silent and watched the interaction between the two. “I’m not Y/N, she’s the brat.” Punz said defensively, and Sapnap just laughed, “Shut up.” He said, shaking his head, while Punz was finally healed by another teammate. “After this round we can play zombies.” Sapnap said, and Y/N threw her hands up in defeat once she heard that. “Fuck.” They said simultaneously, as the word ‘Defeat’ showed up on screen. “Why didn’t you defuse the bomb?” Punz asked and Sapnap looked at him, “Why didn’t you defuse it?” He asked, and the two started bickering once more.

“For fucks sake!” Y/N yelled and caught the attention of the two boys, “What’s your problem?” Punz asked, and Y/N just shook her head, “Nothing, just go back to your stupid game.” She said, and the two just looked between each other before turning back to their game. “You’re actually fucking joking, right?” She said dumbfounded, “I was joking!” She yelled defeatedly, and Sapnap went to choose the zombie’s option. She sighed and got up, “Fine then, I’ll just go fuck myself then.” She mumbled, and Punz snapped his head towards her. “You’ll what now?” He asked darkly, and Sapnap looked between the two confused. “What?” Y/N asked, shifting her weight from her left and right.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Punz growled out, and Sapnap cocked an eyebrow, “What did she say?” He asked, genuinely confused, “Little miss priss over here said she would go and fuck herself.” Punz said, as he gripped her wrist once she got in arms length. Pulling her roughly, she nearly tripped as she was pulled, “Is that so?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N quickly shook her head, “No. I was just trying to get your attention because you two were playing the game.” She mumbled out, trying to defend herself. Sapnap scoffed and grabbed her face, “We were joking, we could hear you the whole time. We just wanted to see how long it would take for you to snap.” He said, his grip on her face tightening.

“It appears that you didn’t snap and instead wanted to masturbate.” Punz added on, and Y/N shook her head, “No, I was just joking.” She said, looking between the two. “You know the rules shortcake, and you were just about to break one.” Punz said, moving his free hand up to her throat. “You weren’t going to masturbate without our permission were you?” He cooed, and Y/N shook her head, and Sapnap just chuckled at this. “Your mouth said differently honey.” He mentioned, tracing his thumb over her lips before forcefully shoving his thumb inside her mouth. Her eyes widened as he’s never done this, and she looked at Punz for help. “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N hesitantly started sucking on his thumb. “Such a good girl.” Punz cooed, letting his hand travel up and tangle into her H/C strands.

Y/N’s knee’s buckled beneath her, and Sapnap caught her with his free arm, “Are you this sensitive?” He asked, amazed at how sensitive she could be. Y/N blushed and pushed his thumb away from her mouth before looking away. “Shut up.” She muttered under her breath, and Sapnap glared not liking that she pushed his thumb away and told him to shut up. Punz took notice to this and tugged at the strands, and Y/N winced, “You’re being a brat Y/N.” Punz pointed out, and Y/N whined quickly apologizing, and Punz smirked releasing his grip on her hair. “You’re being punished for almost breaking a rule.” Sapnap whispered in her ear, and Y/N felt her body grow weak from his words.

Y/N felt her body being picked up, and her exposed skin burned at their touch, “Prepare yourself doll.” Sapnap said, as she was now thrown onto the middle of the bed. “Undress now.” Sapnap demanded, and she took off Punz’s hoodie, and the sleeping shorts she wore. “No undergarments? How risqué of you.” Punz teased, and Y/N covered herself up shyly. “Why are you hiding? We’ve seen it before, hell we’ve seen it for years now.” Sapnap said, while moving her hands away as the two stripped their clothes off. Reaching for the condoms, Y/N reached out and grabbed Punz’s wrist before he could, “No, no condoms.” She shyly muttered, not making eye contact. The two boys raised their eyebrows, “Are you sure?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N thought about it before she nodded.

“I am sure.” She reassured herself and the other two. Sapnap and Punz shared a glance before Punz crawled to her, opening her legs. “God you’re beautiful.” He groaned out, before he carefully slid himself inside of her. “What a pretty slut you are.” Sapnap spoke up from the side, and Y/N gritted her teeth as this felt completely different without a condom. “You’re going to be good and make me forget what safe sex feels like. Alright?” Punz whispered to her, biting on her ear while Y/N whined nodding her head. “Such an obedient cum dump.” Punz cooed, as he thrusted up into her, loving the way she felt. “God this feels so good.” Punz groaned out, and Sapnap watched enviously. “It appears someone is so sensitive that they are close to their climax already.” Sapnap said, with a sly smirk.

Y/N had her back arched, and was digging her nails into Punz’s shoulders letting out incoherent words. “We can’t understand you slut, your moans are overpowering your voice.” Sapnap smirked and watched as her eyes rolled back. “Fuck she’s coming.” Punz said, as he felt her clenching around him multiple times. Thrusting into her roughly, he wrapped his hand around her throat, feeling himself nearing as well. “I’m going to cum so deep inside of you.” He grunted out, as his thrusts became sloppy. Thrusting one last time, Punz came deep inside of Y/N and she shivered at the feeling. Pulling out, Punz groaned as he fell to the side, and Sapnap licked his lips. “Are you ready baby?” He asked aligning himself, and Y/N just merely nodded her head.

Slowly, Sapnap entered and he hissed at the new feeling. “Holy shit.” He muttered under his breath, and Punz chuckled, “It’s like a whole new feeling isn’t it?” He said, and Sapnap nodded chuckling. “It feels so good.” Sapnap said, before he pulled all the way out, and slammed back in. Y/N let out a loud moan, arching her back as she was still a bit sensitive from her last orgasm. Repeating this action, Sapnap felt himself nearing his climax faster than usual. “Fuck.. such a little slut for us.” He groaned out, before he pulled out and grabbed Y/N’s hips turning her around on her hands and knees forcefully. Gripping onto her hips tightly, making sure he’d leave bruises he slammed back in, going deeper in this new position. Crying out, Y/N gripped the sheets tightly, as Punz reached under her and started toying with her clit.

“Please.. I can’t.” Y/N begged feeling herself growing close, “Go ahead.” Punz told her, and Y/N listened letting herself cum on Sapnap’s dick. Sapnap groaned once she started clenching around him, and he soon came deep inside of her. Slowly pulling out, he fell to the other side of her, while Punz got up to go get a wash cloth as both of their cum started leaking down her thighs. Coming back, he washed her up, and washed himself, giving the rag to Sapnap who cleaned himself as well. “What made you decide to go bare?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N looked between the two, “I started on birth control last month, and finally decided to do it bare.” She said, trying to catch her breath as her words were slightly muffled from her face being in the bed. “Well in my opinion, I think we should do that more often.” Punz said, and Sapnap chuckled before agreeing. “Now come on, let’s go shower. We’re all gross.” Y/N said, getting up and wincing once she got off the bed.

Chuckling, Punz picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, “You okay there?” He asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I am fine.” Sapnap who was behind them laughed, “Sure, you almost fell as soon as you got off the bed.” He said, and Y/N hit his chest, “If you two weren’t so rough with me then that wouldn’t have happened.” She clarified, and the other two just snorted, “That’s the point of forgetting about safe sex.” Punz said kissing her cheek as Sapnap started up the shower. “Just get in the damn shower.” Y/N said flustered, and Punz put her down, letting her get in the shower, the other two following.

#sapnap imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap fanfic #sapnap smut #punz #punz fanfiction #punz smut #punz x reader

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anashins · 4 years ago

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The Art of Distraction

Title: The Art of Distraction

Pairing: Taeyong x You

Genre: romance, schoollife, smut

Warnings: protected sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, lots of teasing and cursing

Word Count: 5.304

Summary: You have to study for your upcoming math exam, but your boyfriend is bored and has something else in mind instead of letting you pass it.

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“I’m bored.”

“You wanted to come over, Taeyong, so look for something that will keep you entertained, because I won’t be done anytime soon over here.”

For days, you had been studying for an upcoming exam in the worst subject ever: math.

Ever since the third year of middle school, you started to dislike it, and it hadn’t even taken you a year more from then on to declare it as the subject you were the worst at.

Even now in high school, your liking for math had never increased. Your teacher with his high expectations didn’t make it easier either, and just the mere thought of the upcoming exam on the next day made your stomach turn upside down in fear.

Sometimes, you thought you actually understood the topic when it was being explained on the board, but as soon as the numbers and letters changed, everything didn’t make any sense anymore to you. The questions the teacher asked made you even more confused along with the exercises he gave the students to solve at home. You always wondered why your classmates to your left and right had such an easy time solving everything, whereas you ourself didn’t even understand the question.

You settled with the thought of being a hopeless case, but you were still panicking about how you’d ever pass this exam.

It was the most important, the final one in school. There was no way you could fail it, and you had actually studied more than ever before for a subject. It had been days since you had last left the house, and you only went downstairs to eat dinner and talk with your parents about some things which should distract you, but it certainly didn’t help.

Your mind was a big blur of numbers and letters. You got the feeling that, the more you studied, the more you forgot and the more you made yourself go crazy.

Now, staring at the combinations of different numbers and letters again, you didn’t even get the meaning of the question which was written above the exercise. You ruffled your hair and let out an annoying, frustrating sigh.

What value did you need to search for? How did you even calculate this? What did all of the things you had written in your notebook even mean? It was like everything was slowly being erased from your mind the longer you stared at it.

You shifted in your seat, unable to find a proper, comfortable position which didn’t increase your mood at all. The sound of the pencil rolling over the paper had stopped a long while ago, and since then you had been doing nothing other than staring blankly at the sheet in front of you, not paying attention to the exercise anymore. It was like you just stared at the paper, your thoughts drifting to nowhere.

It was loud music blasting through the room, interrupting the pleasant silence which made you flinch and pulled you out of your thoughts. You almost let your pencil fall, feeling your heart pumping heavily against your chest.

“Taeyong!” you yelled in annoyance and turned around to see your boyfriend playing around with his phone.

He flashed an apologetic look in your direction. “I’m sorry, so sorry! I just stumbled over this funny tik tok video, but the volume was on, wait...”

With a few hand movements, he managed to turn off the volume, the music being broken by silence again.

You shot an angry glare at Taeyong who just shrugged with a grin on his face which was way too sweet to let you be mad at him any longer. Turning around in your seat, you hovered over your papers again, tapping with your pencil against the edge of your desk, the rhythmic noise giving you a little reassurance.

*Klonk*

“Taeyong!”

Once again, you turned around and found him kneeling in front of your nightstand. He had just knocked over the picture frame which showed both of you and now, he put it back on its place, wiping over the glass to make sure that nothing was broken.

He moved his head aside and smiled shyly. “I’m sorry! It was an accident…”

“Can you just… sit down and do nothing for the next few hours? It’s getting on my nerves!”

The glance you gave him was reflecting pure annoyance and anger now. Without even paying any attention to him, you got back to your math sheets, hearing Taeyong placing himself on the bed, rustling the sheets as he laid down.

It was silent again and you inhaled deeply, trying to concentrate yourself. You held the pencil convulsively in your hand, wanting to write something down, but your mind was somehow blocked.

Not by letters and numbers though, but by something immerse and black in your thoughts, preventing you from doing anything productive now. But you needed to, the exam was important, you needed to…

“Am I really getting on your nerves?”

It was Taeyong’s arms slowly wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace from behind which broke your thoughts once more. His cheek brushed over your ear, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin as he repeated,

“Am I really that annoying?”

He kissed your earlobe, his hair tickling your neck as he pulled the skin between his lips, slowly nibbling on it.

You didn’t know that you had been holding your breath until you exhaled deeply. This was your sensitive spot. Your very, very sensitive spot. And he knew. You gritted your teeth and just answered,

“Yes, you are!”

But it came out more like a gasp than the strong and commanding answer you actually had in mind.

His kisses went further to your neck, trailing down to your shoulders. He kissed every spot he passed, and it was until he reached the collar of your shirt that you realized you had actually rolled your head back to give him space to go on.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re annoyed by my presence at all,” he whispered, and you could actually see his smug grin in front of your eyes.

That little shit.

Taeyong’s embrace around your shoulders loosened and you breathed out, expecting him to finally back off and go back to whatever he was doing and leaving you alone - but you were absolutely wrong.

Taeyong’s hands wandered down to the hem of your shirt, and it was when he fiddled with the first button that you gasped once again. Slightly dumbfounded, you lowered your head, looking down at your cleavage which was being revealed inch for inch with every button he opened.

Taeyong chuckled beside you and followed your gaze. When you turned your head aside, you could see him smirking.

“Taeyong, that’s…”

You held your breath as he slid his hands down your upper body from behind, parting your shirt to reveal the white lace bra you were wearing. The moment you wanted to open your mouth again, this time to protest in your strongest volume, he had his hands already in your underwear, cupping your breasts as his lips attacked the side of your neck again.

“Oh god,” you breathed, feeling him squeeze your breasts and massaging them as the straps slowly slipped down your shoulders to give his hands more freedom.

You hadn’t let go of the pencil in your fingers until now. Your grip tightened more like you just wanted to hold onto something to get support as Taeyong’s thumbs brushed over each of your peaks, flicking over them and tweaking them between his fingers.

Your legs closed automatically and your body arched, craving for more. He sucked on and nibbled on your neck, teasing your skin with gentle bites and kisses.

“So… I’m really annoying, aren’t I?”

Fuck. His voice sounded meaningful as though he was up to something, and seconds later, one of his hands slid out of your cup just to run towards your navel. He was making his way to the focused area very slowly, teasing you with his skin on yours and causing you to get goosebumps on your stomach. You stared at his hand passing your navel and moving further downwards, the tip of his fingers finding a way under the hem of your pleated skirt.

“No!” you yelled and freed yourself from Taeyong’s embrace.

Your body was heated up from his touches and you still struggled with breathing as you pushed your boyfriend away. You felt him letting go of you by himself and took a deep breath.

Staring at your notebook, you pulled up the straps of your bra and fiddled with the buttons to close your shirt, but with your trembling fingers, it was not easy work. This was not the right time. You had this exam tomorrow and couldn’t be distracted - there were so many things you still needed to learn, there…

“Taeyong!” you scolded again, totally shocked as he shrugged your legs off, spreading them wide apart in front of him.

When you looked down, you found him kneeling in front of you, looking up to you as he licked over his upper lip sinfully.

For a moment, you stared at each other – he, with a lustful gaze and you, with a feared one because you knew, he wouldn’t stop once he began. You shook your head, trying to close your thighs, but Taeyong held them apart with his strong hands so that you’d never have a chance.

“Yongie,” you begged, “Yongie please, I need to learn, I need to…”

You struggled in his grip, but the longer you tried, the more you were assured that this would have a different ending than you had imagined.

“You need a distraction,” he ended your sentence and flipped your skirt back to lower his head on your right thigh.

The pencil fell out of your hand when he licked over the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. He left a wet path as he licked a line, massaging either side of your thighs with his hands to relax and tease you at the same time. Regardless of how much you fought against it, you leaned back in your seat and your hips even bucked against his head, wanting more.

Taeyong hooked your legs over his shoulders so that your swollen sex was open to his upcoming attack, covered only by a single thin layer of panties. His lips were being pressed against your left thigh, kissing forward and approaching your wetness which was hiding behind the fabric.

The closer his kisses came, the shorter your breath got until you stopped for a second when his lips reached the waistband of your panties next to your entrance. Taeyong let his tongue glide along the band, partly along your skin, causing you to bear down a moan by covering your mouth with your hand.

You didn’t want to give in yet. You kept your gaze at your math sheets, but no matter how much you tried to concentrate, Taeyong was quite a dangerous and good distraction. You thought it would help to make him stop if you pretended not to be bothered at all, but on the other hand… that boy was so good.

His hands moved up and down your thighs, his palms brushing over your skin which got intensely hot due to his work. With his index finger, he hooked on the waistband and put the thin layer aside, clamping it with two fingers and revealing your wet folds as he stared at your core lustfully.

“Taeyong!”

It was a scream, replaced by a gasp as he placed his tongue flat on your wetness, applying pressure before he licked up. Finally, after you had tried to resist so hard, you moaned. It was a rather quiet moan, because you still refused to give in to the fullest, but Taeyong knew that it wouldn’t take him much effort anymore to get you where he wanted you. Smug as fuck, he smirked against your skin and placed a kiss on your nub, making your hips jerked-knife off the seat.

“For someone who doesn’t want this, you’re already really wet,” he teased and licked up the juices dripping out of you.

“Shut up!” you returned, but your voice faded away in a moan when Taeyong dipped his tongue into your entrance. “Oh god!”

You closed your eyes and circled your legs around his upper body, bringing him closer to you, because obviously, the tip of his tongue was by far not enough.

Taeyong chuckled and hummed against your skin, causing the vibrations to turn you on even more. You brought both of your hands up to cover your mouth fully and bite down your loud moans like that.

For your boyfriend, it was an amusing view, because he knew you had finally given in. Whimpers escaped your lips as he licked over your entrance again, sliding his tongue along your folds like he was tasting some kind of candy, letting out a delicious groan. He stopped at your nub and you knew, when he began to play on it now, you were totally screwed.

“Ohhh!” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your clit, bucking your hips against him, wanting more and more.

Screw math, screw the exam, screw studying. Just for now.

Taeyong sucked on your clit and rolled it in between his lips. He let you grab his hair as your arousal caused your core to pulse against him. Taking a large breath, he allowed the scent of excitement to wash over his body and he found it exhilarating as it infiltrated his system.

His tongue trailed from your clit down to your folds before he plunged it deep into you again. All along the way, you cried out, shifted in your seat and bucked your hips to meet his licks, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching his head. Forgotten were the numbers and letters you had studied before. Everything in front of you went black as you closed your eyes to give in to the fullest of pleasures.

Taeyong’s left fingers suddenly dipped into your centre, causing you to jump at this sudden movement. You wiggled in your seat, trying to get him deeper into you and as smug as he was, he just grinned and pushed into you with one hard thrust.

“Ahhhh!”, you screamed, one hand clasping his neck and the other one holding onto the edge of your seat just to look for support in case you’d pass out soon.

Each thrust coming from Taeyong’s slender hand made you jerk in pleasure, struggling with wanting to stop now and continuing until you’d probably swoon.

Whatever Taeyong was doing down there, it made you become a mess. Cries and whimpers fell from your lips, somehow mixing together to noises you didn’t even know you were able to make.

His approving groans sent vibrations to the region around your clit, making the pleasure in your groin just build up faster. Your hips bucked up and down, wanting him to go faster as the knot in your lower stomach grew bigger and bigger, just begging to be released, to explode.

“Hmm, are you feeling good?” you heard him saying. “Much better than math isn’t it?”

“Tae-… Yongie, oh god…”

Screw math. You were gasping for air, crying out his name over and over again. The pleasant feeling pooled up inside of you and you knew that, when he’d go faster, you’d be finally released.

“Faster?”

Taeyong knew that as well. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicked and sucked on it harder while the tip of his fingers pumped in and out of you. He nudged your clit, pressing his lips against it to intensify the coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach by doubling his speed. He hummed in pleasure, sending vibrations throughout your body as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“Are you going to sum?”

Shit. You loved when Taeyong dirty talked. It was always such a turn on. You could practically see him smirking down there.

“Ohhh, Yongie...”

You threw your head back, anticipating the release. Your thighs tensed around his neck and he felt your walls begin to flutter around his fingers. A little more. Just a little more.

But then he stopped the motions coming from his fingers and lips as sudden as he had attacked you. You whined, suddenly feeling so unfulfilled and empty. The feeling of not getting the chance to release yourself while your orgasm was right around the corner was almost ripping you apart. Tears fell from your eyes and you half-screamed his name, partly in annoyance and partly because you were begging him to continue.

You watched Taeyong, who was still kneeling in between your legs, pulling out his fingers fully just to lead them to his mouth. His gaze pierced through your eyes as you watched him parting them slightly, a sticky substance sticking on them.

He flashed a smirk at you before taking them into his mouth and sucking it gently. Your face flushed instantly when he pulled it out, showing you that he had sucked all your juices off.

“You taste good,” he said as he got up and you looked at him in disbelief. “Too bad I’m just an annoyance.”

Taeyong sighed dramatically, yet playfully, and walked towards your bed. You shifted in your seat, still confused over the fact why the hell he had just stopped and didn’t continue. It was surely not the first time that this little fuck was teasing you like hell, but never had he been that cruel to stop right before you were about to cum.

“And too bad you want me to sit down and do absolutely nothing the next few hours.”

You stared at him seating himself onto the mattress, still feeling heated up and so turned on.

“It’s a little hot in here, isn’t it?”

As much as Taeyong wanted to hide his grin, he just couldn’t. That little shit was playing with you, and you knew that, from the moment you had let him in between your legs, you had already lost.

You clutched onto the lower hem of your skirt, feeling your core still dripping when Taeyong pulled his shirt over his head and laid back down on the bed, practically presenting himself on a silver tray. He was offering himself to you, and it was only a question of time until you were going to attack him back. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched you struggling with your priorities with much amusement.

Your instincts told you just to jump at him, but your mind told you to calm the fuck down and concentrate on your studies again. Math wasn’t done with you and neither was the exam which would be in around 12 hours. You should have never allowed Taeyong to come over. Never. But on the other hand… that boy, lying half naked in front of you, was your super hot boyfriend, wanting to pleasure you in every way possible.

Fuck everything.

With your head lowered, you stood up, causing Taeyong to raise his brows in surprise. With one fluid motion, you opened the two upper buttons on your shirt and let the clothing slide down your shoulders, draping around your ankles as it fell on the floor. Taeyong watched you in amazement with sparkling eyes.

Quickly, your skirt followed, gliding down your hips to fall onto your feet as well. You took a step forward to get out of the pile of clothes and flashed a deathful glare at Taeyong who had a half-smirk around his mouth.

You walked towards him and he sat up to welcome you with open arms, “If I’m going to fail this exam, you’re so doomed.”

He just laughed and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into an embrace and placing you on his lap.

Taeyong attacked you in an open-mouthed kiss, bringing your bum just a little closer so that you were sitting right on his crotch. He lifted his hips, brushing against your core and with that, the familiar feeling from before started to rise once again. You let out a light moan against your boyfriend’s lips as you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Hmm… I think a distraction is everything you need right now.”

He bucked his hips once again, making you cry out his name when your hips started to move and rub against the bulge in his jeans. Just a few layers were separating you two and neither one of you could wait until they were fully gone.

With your legs on either side of Taeyong, you slid up and down his crotch in a grinding motion, now causing him to whimper instead of you.

“Lay down!” you commanded and Taeyong tilted his head in confusion before you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back into the pillows.

Moving backwards a bit, you opened the button and unzipped his pants. Hooking under the waistband, you flapped his boxers and his erection sprang out, slapping against his stomach. Once again, you wondered how he was able to keep it in his jeans for that long.

“My turn now,” you said and licked over your lips.

Taeyong watched you in excitement and anticipation as you bent down and opened your mouth, letting his swollen length pass your lips.

He threw his head back and sighed in relief of finally being taken in, covering half of his face with his arm he had just placed on his forehead. You swallowed further, letting him slide in slowly while his other hand clenched the sheets to his left.

When you reached your limit, not being able to continue anymore, you popped him in and out of your mouth while either of your hands were embracing the base of his cock. He was pulsing against your palms, the blood running through this body part with a high pace like never before.

With a slurping sound, you let go of him and wiped your mouth, giving Taeyong a teasing look.

“Shiiiit!” he groaned with a husky, deep voice and you could swear that it was the sexiest sound you had heard in a long time.

“Hmm, I’ve barely even started, Yongie,” you said and giggled.

You put your tongue on the base where your hands were, letting it slide all the way up to the tip, leaving a wet path with your saliva. Massaging his balls experimentally with your fingers, you made him shift his hips in anticipation, hearing him inhaling deeply just to let out a long-lasting moan which sounded like music in your ears.

You flicked your tongue over his tip, tasting the precum dripping from it. Dipping your tongue into the crease, Taeyong groaned again, this time louder and impatient. It was until then, when he began to swear as you bobbed your head up and down the upper half of his cock, making him nearing his pleasure. Now opening your mouth, you took him in all at once until you reached your limits.

“Fuck!” he cursed, tangling his fingers in your hair and scratching your head.

His pants mixed with groans, turning him into a mess under your touches like he had just done with you before.

You continued bobbing your head up and down his length, taking him to the furthest you could and letting him slide out of your mouth just to take him in again. The pace was rather slow, but it had its effect.

Taeyong was so, so close. You intensified his feeling by massaging the area around his base, then letting your hands help you by gliding up and down the lower part of his cock. You then stopped at the head to suck with your lips on the tip, nudging it with your tongue before letting it pass your wet lips once again.

He was twitching in your mouth in anticipation for the upcoming release, and it was right before he was reaching his climax when you let go and sat up, wiping your tongue over your lips.

“We’re getting a little bitchy over here,” Taeyong panted as he saw you stopping and crawling back to pull on the waistband of both, his boxers and jeans.

“Tit for tat,” you just answered, and within a blink of an eye, your boyfriend had already grabbed your waist on either side and flipped you over so that you laid underneath him. “Oh, we’re getting a little impatient over here, aren’t we?”

Taeyong just let out a laugh when he got on his knees and hovered over you, reaching under your back to open your bra with one fluid motion. You arched your body to make it easier for him to remove the clothing. He placed himself on top of you and lowered his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

His tongue moved over your nub in circular movements while his other hand grabbed at your breasts to massage them intensely with his fingers. He took your peak between his teeth, sucking on it roughly and making you gasp, partly in slight pain and partly in excitement as he gently bit into it.

“God, Taeyong!” you screamed, digging your fingers in the back of his neck while he kissed down to your navel. “Just…”

You didn’t even need to speak it out. He sat up and put both of your legs over his shoulder to slide off your soaked panties. You could still feel your core pulsing from the things he had one before and it probably only got worse now that he was so near, but still not in you.

Taeyong peeled off his jeans and boxers, getting entangled with the clothes in eagerness. When he was finally freed and completely naked in front of you, he reached over to your nightstand, grabbing one of the condoms out of the package. You reached out your hand to grab it and before Taeyong could even realize, you hooked your legs around his waist and made him turn around, pushing him back onto the mattress so that you were sitting on top of him again.

Flashing a triumphant smile at him, you put the silver pack between your teeth and opened it. Like an expert, you rolled the rubber down his length.

“Shitshitshit.”

Taeyong had every right to curse. He loved it when you were riding him. It was rare, because he was a kind of a very dominant guy, but when it was your turn, you always managed to give him the best ride ever.

You crawled closer to his crotch and by grabbing on his length, you directed him at your entrance. The tip poked into you, and although you planned to tease him a little more, you couldn’t continue to do so. Not when pleasure and release were so tangible. Your eyes fluttered in bliss as you threw your head back, letting your lips part in satisfaction the further his cock slid into you. Feeling him inch for inch, you bit your lip in excitement and exhaled in relief.

You placed your hands on his chest and started to move your hips in circular motions, gyrating against Taeyong’s hips. You could hear him groan and feel his length twitching in your core, anticipating more.

He grabbed on your waist and followed your movements, thrusting upwards when you started to raise and lower your hips on his cock. You clenched your muscles and glided up and down his member, increasing your pace with every movement you made. Your pants, moans and groans filled the room from the first time you had led him into you.

Probably neither of you exactly knew what you were doing anymore by now. All you could do was give in to the pleasure, being led by the coiling feeling building up in your groin once again. It was fun on top, but it was exhausting as well. Usually, Taeyong would…

“Out of breath yet?” he asked as he sat up, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before he kissed you with his mouth slightly open.

His tongue glided into your mouth for a deep kiss, but not one of the sort where it was all sloppy and wet, but one of the sort where it was all passionate and hot. Bringing your legs around his waist, you hooked your ankles and let yourself be placed onto the mattress without him pulling out.

“I can’t anymore,” you breathed, running your fingers over his chest before grabbing onto his shoulders. “Yongie, please, I—“

“I know, I know.” He kissed you once again, and it was the moment he started to thrust when you threw your head back, angling your hips against his.

“Ohh… Oh god…”

Your nails dug deeper into his skin and he lowered his head to look you in the eyes intensely, the tip of his nose slightly touching yours. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, wetting the tip of his hair.

It was over with slow and tender motions now. Taeyong reached out for the headboard and held onto it as he increased his pace. He practically slammed into you mercilessly and roughly, making you scream endlessly this time.

“Taeyong!” You clenched your eyes shut, just feeling him hitting the right spot in the right angle over and over again. “Fast... please faster!”

The bed creaked loudly under you, and you were glad that your parents weren’t home now.

“Shit,” Taeyong panted, keeping his thrusts quick and steady. “God, you feel so good…” He went faster and faster. “I love you,” he exclaimed suddenly, “I love you so fucking much.”

Just in the moment you wanted to return something, the orgasm ripped through you. You let out a high pitched scream, experiencing a climax as powerful and mind-blowing as always with Taeyong.

He felt your walls tightening around his length, your thighs tensing and closing around his waist even stronger. The orgasm shot spasms through your body, making you hold onto your boyfriend even more desperate when you lolled your head back as no more sound wanted to come out of your mouth anymore, your body arching against his.

Feeling himself getting close too, he cupped your face and kissed you passionately. You could tell from the pace of his pants that he was so close to his release as well, and it was only seconds later, after a few more thrusts, that he finally came too. His body shook as he let out a deep groan, falling on top of you with a long moan.

You both breathed heavily from exhaustion, and Taeyong pulled you into an embrace immediately after, placing your head on his chest and holding you tightly like he never wanted to let you go ever again.

“Screw math,” he then said and you could feel him smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Screw math,” you repeated and pulled the blanket over the both of you.

Yet, there was still something you hadn’t said back when Taeyong exclaimed it in release.

“I love you, too.” And with a smirk, you imitated, “So fucking much.”

In embarrassment, he got up and flipped you over again, wrestling with you on the bed as relieved laughter filled the room.

Forgotten was math and the upcoming exam. You probably wouldn’t have gotten anything in your head anymore anyway. And Perhaps, a little distraction to free your mind and clear your thoughts was more helpful than studying until you went crazy.

And your boyfriend was probably the best solution to every question anyways. There was no way you would fail the exam anymore.

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 29

Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L Warnings: Language, angst, insecurities, blood, darkish thoughts (self-hatred), fighting, violence Author's Note: heavy chap. if you’re having a bad day, take a moment, be kind to yourself and put off reading this until you feel better 💜

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Chapter 29: That Pet You Just Couldn't Keep

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Remus woke up to a bright, white light. He squinted, head lolling to the side of his lumpy pillow. The chair near his bedside was empty, saved from a pitcher of water along with a few potions Madam Pomfrey must’ve left for him, were placed on the stand beside his bed.

Something wasn’t right. Peter or one of the other Marauders were always there waiting for him after his transformations.

Too hot for a blanket in June, he ripped off his covers and noticed the bumpy, large material hiding beneath his nightgown. He licked his lips, letting air whistle down his dry throat while a sharp, burning sensation flooded his abdomen. Remus winched, groaning out while stretching to drink the potions and water. Although, as he brought the glass vials to his lips, he noticed that his arm was littered with scratches and bruises. Curious, he lifted the slit of the gown to see a large wrapping across his lower stomach and bruises in the shape of lopsided circles and rectangles travelling across his body.

Remus felt his face scrunch. Ever since the Marauders had become animaguses, he hardly sustained any injuries aside from the occasional limp or flimsy scratch. There was usually an absence of pain nowadays, not an overload of it.

What caught his attention was the scent of human blood. His senses were always heightened the week leading up to the full moon and the week following, so it was particularly strong. It caused his head to spin like planets performing a celestial dance.

Preoccupied with the scent, Remus didn’t notice someone slipping into the room.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” A fuzzy Peter came into view. He went to sit on the edge of his bed sporting a nervous look.

“Was wondering where you were.” Remus relaxed at his appearance.

“Yeah… Erm — been busy.”

Soon enough, another sharp pain stabbed at his abdomen again. “Fuck — what happened last night?”

Wormtail sucked in sharply as he wiggled in his seat uncomfortably. “I… something terrible happened. Bollocks, Moons — I’m sorry...”

Remus felt his spine prickle with needles. “What?”

“We should wait until Dumbledore or James comes back.”

“Dumbledore?!”

Ghostly pale, Peter was on the verge of fainting. Remus took another deep inhale. This time, he smelt blood, but it was coming off of Peter and a few other foreign scents lingered on him. Was that… Y/N? And… Snape? Remus scanned Peter, noticing the droplet of red on his shoes.

“Pete,” his voice dropped to an icy whisper, “Whose blood is that?”

He remained quiet.

Remus moved to prop himself up on the bed. “What happened?”

As Peter spoke, every word made Remus recline into himself and he was left unsure of how to feel. The overload of information put him into a state of complete shock. His vision faded in and out, suddenly feeling very cold and dizzy compared to the hot weather.

He distantly heard Peter trying to gain his attention but stared blankly at the metal bed frame.

“Say something,” his friend tried, sounding desperate. He didn’t even know how long he’d been quiet for.

Remus worked through the betrayal in nine steps. It helped make sense of his emotions. To categorize them — making it easier to file away.

1. Shock & denial

“No,” he said, barely moving a muscle in his face. “That's impossible! Padfoot would never…”

Peter watched him pitifully. Remus’ eyes blinked rapidly, heart pounding. “I’m sorry.”

2. Process what happened (or try to)

“He… told… Snape?” He asked despite Peter repeating the story multiple times.

“Sirius was mad at Sniv — Snape, and he was provoked by —”

“I didn’t hurt him, did I? I didn’t hurt anyone?”

“He’s fine.”

“Then why won’t you tell me what happened to me? Why was I bleeding?”

He refused to look him in the eyes and Remus felt terror ebb it's way through his skin. “Answer me!”

“As I said, L/N and Snape got into a row… she heard Sirius tell him and she went to save him…”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.”

Wormtail took a deep breath. “You… nicked her a bit and James’ antler broke off in you because… he was trying to get you off of her…”

Remus was rooted in place. What Peter just said was unreal. His stomach twisted painfully. He blinked. “Y/N’s hurt? I hurt her?”

“Yes — no! That was Snape —” “Is she here? Did I bite her?”

“You didn’t and yeah but —” “Move out of my way.” He pushed himself up wobbly.

“You lot a lot of blood, sit —”

“Get out of my way!” He threatened. Remus pushed Peter to the side, clambered to his feet. Remus gripped the bed tightly and felt a few seams rip open and blood began to faintly seep through his white bandages.

He staggered around, ripping back the curtains until he saw Y/N. Limping up to her bed, Remus almost burst into tears when he saw her. She looked so tiny, curled up and engulfed in blankets and pillows. Her ankle was propped up, head bandage and skin dull.

It felt like Peter had poured a bucket of freezing cold water on him.

He hurt her. Almost got her and Snape killed or infected. Could have hurt Prongs and Wormtail…

He was a fucking monster.

He should be put down.

From how loud he was, running around the wing, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. She attempted to stretch, groaning out in pain. But then, her eyes flickered up to him and she froze. Her hand shot up protectively to her chest and face as instinctively went for her wand but stopped. Genuine fear flashed through her, making Remus instantly want to cry. It felt like an eternity passed as she gripped her sheets and opened her mouth.

She was going to scream — to take him away — call him a monster — to cry or yell for Madam Pomfrey or —

But Y/N’s body relaxed. A tried smile twisted and gaze dissipated with fear, replaced with nothing but understanding and softness; she even went as far to touch his hand but Remus wrenched it back.

“Ta-da!” She croaked. “I lived.”

Remus didn’t smile, only staring horrified.

“Yeah, that was a hit or miss...” Peter interjected. He stood behind him, ensuring that if he fell, he’d be there to catch Remus. He continued to stare like she grew another set of eyes.

“What?” Her grin deflated. “Am I that irresistible?”

That pulled a breathy laugh from Remus as he shook his head. Why wasn’t she disgusted with him?

“Thank Merlin, you’re both awake.” All their heads turned to James’s floating head before he pulled off the invisibility cloak.

James moved to pull Remus into a large hug, whispering an ‘I’m sorry’ into his ear. He held him for a while before breaking off, going to embrace Y/N who wheezed.

“Ouch.”

“My bad, my bad!” He pulled back and slipped into bed with her. Peter forced Remus to sit on the edge of her bed while he stood.

A million thoughts ran through his head. He wanted to get away, to run — not even be in the same room as her. Remus wanted to think, to make any sense of what happened.

What the fuck happened? He couldn’t even process it.

She remembered everything, right? Surely she wouldn’t be this calm had she.

“Oh, wait — Lupin, are you alright? I swear a deer came at you last night.”

James chuckled out loud, breaking Remus out of his thoughts as he looked at him and Peter. “I guess there’s no point for secrets anymore.”

Y/N looked at them questioningly, her eyes squinting from the bright light before Peter went to close the blinds shut. James got off the bed, smiling widely at Remus and Peter got onto the bed instead.

“Ugh — Pete? James? What —”

A loud gasp ripped from her mouth as she jerked away from James who turned into a very large stag and Peter into a fat brown rat.

Remus could almost cry at how comical her face looked.

James was so large that he had to take a few steps back to prevent his antlers from poking one of their eyes out and Remus noticed that one was gone.

He felt sick again. A hand drifted to his stomach.

“Holy shit! Oh my god!” Y/N went to graze a finger on Peter’s fur before turning to James with shaky hands to touch one of his antlers and patting him on the head. She was speechless as her mouth open several times before forcing out, “You're really Bambi!”

James turned back, taking his glasses off to clean. “I wanted to be a lion — for Gryffindor, y’know.”

“You can’t choose, I wouldn’t be a rat.” Peter grimaced.

“They’re highly intelligent. Nothing to worry about.” James reassured and ruffled his hair.

“When did you guys learn to do this?”

“We’ve been at it for three years now. We finally were able to do it in August before school started.”

She shook her head, staring in awe.

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Dumbledore came to speak to everyone later that day.

Remus had been dreading it once he came into the wing and began speaking to Y/N, a buzzing sound filling his ear. All Remus was left to do was twiddle his thumbs, waiting and completely disoriented.

When he finally approached him, Dumbledore lost his usual twinkle in his eyes. He made sure to close the long vertical blinds and again, the room filled with a low buzzing sound.

“How are you doing?” He asked. Remus, had he been in the right mindset, would have prevented the scoff escaping him. Dumbledore didn’t react but continued. “Miss L/N is recovering well and Mr. Snape didn’t receive any injuries. Just a fright.”

Remus nodded, that was good, but he remained quiet.

“Snape’s been persuaded to act accordingly for the best interest of his fellow pupils and L/N gave her word.”

Remus choked back a laugh. Snape was going to, no matter what, let his secret slip somehow.

“You’re also exempt from the Transfiguration exams, both you and Miss L/N. You’ve both sustained a degree of varying head injuries and you’ll be graded on a cumulative from McGonagall.”

Dumbledore was forcing Remus to the edge as he bit down on his inner cheek. It was useless to listen to him. “Are you expelling me?”

“No. You should not bear any blame.”

“Dumbledore, no offence, but are you mental?” Remus sputtered adding, “I endangered four students last night.”

“Yes but —” “The next time we won’t be so lucky. I’m a monster, sir. I should be.”

The headmaster sighed. “Remus, give yourself a bit of credit. Think highly of yourself.”

Remus gave a dry laugh, almost baffled at how Dumbledore was acting. Did he just gloss over the fact he could have gotten students infected? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself had he. “How can I?”

“Well Y/N seemed to think very highly of you. She made you a very compelling case along with your friends, Potter, Pettigrew and Black.”

“Black’s not my friend,” Remus countered. He didn’t care about how rude he was being.

“Remus —”

“Is he expelled?”

“No.” The answer had Remus wheeling, anger spiking. “He’s not.”

“Why not? If it isn’t my fault, that I’m not to blame then why isn’t he? He told them how to find me.”

“I understand that this is a very difficult situation and rest assured, Sirius will be punished. I can promise you. But expulsion isn’t the answer.”

Remus refused to look at Dumbledore and he must've realized he was getting nowhere with him. He stood but before leaving, he gave a pitiful look.

“I have done terrible deeds, indulged in foolish pranks that I have lived to regret, but each has been a valuable learning experience. It’s a pity that it came to this. Learn in your heart to forgive, Remus. The world is already filled with too much hate.”

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June 16th, 1976

3. Sadness & pain

Remus had been avoiding the Marauder’s dorm. He’d gone as far as begging Madam Pomfrey (who’d taken pity because she knew what happened) to let him stay another two nights before getting kicked out. Remus always healed physically faster and his wounds were already healed by the third day. Pathetically, he’d been sleeping in dingy passageways or the prefects’ bathroom before relocating after being harassed by the ghosts.

Remus had a plan, avoid them; skip classes, get longer prefect duties, never staying in one spot for too long. He wouldn’t know what would happen if Snape saw him. Although, whatever Dumbledore told him, it kept Snape quite so far. But tonight, he got tired of Moaning Myrtle sobbing.

Before curfew, Remus made it a habit of visiting Y/N, who was still stuck in the wing; both out of guilt and because she was his friend, but he couldn't stay for long — seeing her like that made him wallow in guilt.

Similar to him, Lily had visited, along with the other girls, every day. Today, Lily stayed a little longer, bleeding into the time Remus usually dropped by. He watched as Lily whisper into her ear, causing Y/N to laugh and Lily blush madly as she sat snug by her side. Not wanting to ruin their moment, Remus went to leave before they had the chance to see him.

Remus had another pressing matter anyway.

He entered one of the nearest bathrooms to give himself some sort of pep talk and stared at the mirror.

You can do this. A voice echoed in his head.

Typically, memories from the full moon came back to Remus a few days or even weeks later, his brain usually too foggy a couple of hours after and even then, he would never fully remember everything. He vaguely remembered seeing a flash of Snape’s face and Prongs but Y/N’s screams were one of the clearer memories from that night.

“REMUS! PLEASE REMUS! STOP!”

Remus looked to stare at himself in the mirror. He observed the scar on the bridge of his nose, feeling bile rush up his throat at the sight.

He was a freak, littered with scars covering himself.

He was disgusting.

Ugly.

Pathetic.

Dangerous.

A monster!

4. Anger

Sirius Black had always been loyal, so what changed that night?

He needed to leave. It was no good staying here anymore.

Remus was shaking with rage, twinged with hurt. He paced outside of the common room door and had a few options running through him. Either start a huge fight with Sirius or just… ignore it.

Avoidance.

Maybe he could ignore Sirius forever? Impossible, surely. Sirius would get bored, anxious within a couple of weeks — that was too generous — a few days sounded right.

With his mind made up, Remus crept up to his room. He could hear the faint shouts of James and pondered about just sleeping in the common room or prefects’ bathroom. Even if he did have to listen to Moaning Myrtle.

Maybe because his senses were still coming down from its peak or James was just brash, but Remus didn’t even have to press his ear on the door.

“— done ENOUGH! — hear me? You better — why are YOU crying? You bloody — understand? Understand?! You will not talk — him — best friends my —”

The only person he's told he was coming back was Wormtail and it sounded like he told Prongs.

Remus didn’t care to listen anymore as he pushed open the door. Pete was sitting on his bed, eyes wide at Remus’ presence surrounded by unwrapped wrappers. He always tended to eat while stressed.

Sirius was looking down at the floor as James stood in front of him, scolding him like a child. But, his head shot up once he walked through the door. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see his eyes bloodshot, puffy and circles dark. He didn’t dare look at him.

Remus didn’t acknowledge them, instead moving robotically to the bathroom, changing into his holey yet comfortable clothes before scurrying off to bed, swinging his curtains shut before casting a silencing spell around.

He’d plan to adhere to his avoidance strategy. It worked so far.

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June 18th, 1976 | 1:29 am

“Psst… Moony.”

Remus turned over to face him. “What do you want Peter?”

“Just wanted to check up. You okay?”

“What do you think? Please, leave me alone.” And then closed his bed drapes.

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June 19th, 1976 | 11:37 pm

Peter had crept up to his bed again as Remus laid there awake, thoughts swarming him.

“I’m not in the mood. I’m tired.” He moved to turn over and forced his eyes closed.

Peter had been nothing but amazing. Always thinking about him and his needs but what Remus wanted most was to be alone and Peter's pity and worried features did nothing but make Remus feel like shit.

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June 21st, 1976

In life, there are few things that are certain. Getting older, death, taxes… No matter how hard we try, no matter how good our morals are or our intentions, we all will eventually make mistakes. It’s either as small as burning your food or writing the wrong answer down on a test, but you’re also going to fuck up pretty bad and hurt people. Say something — do something you don’t mean and it’ll end up with both sides hurt. If you want forgiveness, there’s multiple solutions to gain that back, but the two words — obvious, there, waving in front of your face — can be the hardest words to say.

“I’m sorry.” Black muttered for the hundredth time that night. His voice was pushing Remus to the edge as he kept his face straight. Dead. Not once taking Sirius’ shitty apology baits. He continued to stare down at his book, reading silently in his dorm. His teeth hurt from how hard he was clenching his jaw.

Remus was right, of course, he was fucking right. Black had grown anxious as he ignored him.

“I’m sorry.”

Remus never really considered himself violent. Sure, he’s gotten into rows that ended with a punch or hex here or there, but Remus didn’t have violent thoughts. If anything, he prided himself on not being a bonehead like Black and Prongs. But, it took every ounce not to beat the shit out of Black right there and then.

Bastard. Scumbag. You mother fucking betrayer.

Remus never liked not being in control. Not having it scared him too much, feeling more animal than man. He did everything to avoid being violent, the wolf was already violent enough and had too much control and Remus refused to let it dictate human him. There was already too much violence, he never wanted to contribute more.

He did everything not to be a monster. But it's like the wolf roared from deep within, scratching and begging to let him pounce.

Remus wasn’t violent — anyone who met him would vouch for that. Fuck, if he saw a spider, he would open a nearby window and release it. But now, he wanted to slam Sirius against a wall and wrap his hands around his neck and squeeze.

You piece of shit. Wanker. Twat. I want you to feel as much pain as I do.

“Moony, please let me explain —”

All the words suddenly blurred before Remus slammed his book shut, causing to become still and quiet.

Sirius trying to explain — excuse his actions — pushed him over the edge. Remus sent a venomous glare at Sirius, waiting for him to talk. His quietness made everyone uneasy.

Selfish bastard.

Any sympathy Remus held for him this past year, along with any logic, evaporated to the point where he felt a rabid thump spread through him. There was a desperation to relieve himself of it — lash out, scream, cry —

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” the rest of the Marauders watched the scene, knowing not to get involved. “It was a mistake and —“

“A mistake?”

Sirius perked up at this. That was the only word he’d spoken to him since the incident. “Honest. I did it because —” “Shut the fuck up.” Remus stood, tall and loomed over Sirius. He could almost smell the fear off him.

He had never been so mad before.

“I — I… I,” stutters Remus. But instead of it being out of shyness or nerves, it was out of pure wrath that he wasn’t able to articulate his emotions properly. He took a deep breath in, attempting to regain control over his emotions but failed as he burned with deep, seething hatred. “I am the monster that mothers tell their children to keep them in at night.”

“Moony —”

“Don’t call me that!” His voice boomed so loud that everyone in the room had to take a step back and shrink down. Remus was always so reserved, only ever lashing out in annoyance close to the full moon but nothing more.

“Living up to your name, aren’t you?” There’s a sarcastic, bitter humour lilt to his voice.

Someone so in control of his emotions, someone with an unbreakable exterior, the only glimpses they’d ever seen of Remus losing control was him snapping at someone close to the full moon but would later apologize within mere seconds. But to see him like that… it was an intrusion, something the Marauders hadn’t ever seen or wanted to before.

“Please, just calm down so we can talk.”

Remus paces around the room. “You — y’know I’ve never understood why everyone lets you get around treating others like shit. First, it was Marlene, James, me, Peter, Lily and Y/N — we all let you get away with it. Outburst after outburst, we all sat back because you were going through shit. But I can’t? I’m not allowed to get angry?!”

Sirius wouldn’t look at him.

“Look at me.” Remus kept his voice low throughout the ordeal, only ever raising if Black interjected. “You coward, look at me!”

5. A lot of anger

He couldn’t meet his eyes so he settled to stare at the scar across his nose. It only angered him more as Remus picked Sirius up and pushed him against the wall as he fisted his shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry is nothing but a word to you. I gave you my most trusted secrets. I confided in you. I was there for you when you needed it. I loved and cared for you like my own brother but I was nothing more than a pet that you discarded when you got bored. You’re only guilty because of the repercussions you’re facing. Your guilt isn’t nearly enough. Bastard. I trusted you. You’re a Marauder. My best friend. I would’ve done anything for you. You fucking ruined it.

“You did this! You did!”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He laughs, mocking and loud, void of any emotion. “No, you aren’t. You’re never fucking sorry!”

Stupid fucking selfish arsehole.

“For years you’ve told me that you accepted me — cared for me — loved me like your own brother! That what I am — a-a monster — that it didn’t matter!”

“It didn’t mean anything, I promise! It was a shitty, fucked up prank —”

“A prank?! You used me as a weapon! A toy because how could anyone ever love a werewolf?” Remus’ voice was so low. “You’ve never respected me. If you had any, you wouldn’t have — you - wouldn’t....”

Everything came crashing on Remus at once.

6. The realization settles in

And after nine days, Remus Lupin had finally realized what Sirius Black had done. Before, everything he felt had been true but he hadn’t fully realized the gravity of what happened, as silly as it sounds.

Sirius turned his worst fear into a living nightmare.

In the background, one of James’ Quidditch posters, encased in glass exploded, shattering into millions of pieces from the amount of pure magic radiating off Remus. He didn’t even flinch at the sound.

James finally interjected, placing a hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Lay off him… He isn’t worth it.”

Remus eased off Black instantly. “You had no right… no right…” He pointed. Remus turned his face down as he felt tears build up.

“I trusted you,” he whispers. “Every bit.”

Remus stormed out of the dorm, going to sleep in the common room.

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June 22nd, 1976

7. Depression

When Remus finally let himself cry, he didn’t make a move to leave his bed. Even skipping meal times, leaving James or Pete to bring him food.

Everything felt suffocating, a gnawing feeling that made every part of him ache. Remus couldn’t handle anymore pain or emotions from ‘the prank’ as he felt himself slip into a temporary void.

He hugged his pillow tighter and closed his eyes once more.

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June 23rd, 1976 | 11: 37 pm

Remus had gone straight to bed again, effectively shutting up the rest of the dorm. James was ignoring Black, leaving Remus surprised that he hadn’t made a move to defend his actions. Nonetheless, he was appreciative still. Peter had been trying to appease everyone, not taking sides but still must’ve thought Sirius was in the wrong because he hadn’t talked to him much.

He didn’t ask James to choose between him or Black. Remus was never one for ultimatums but even then, it seemed like James picked him. He was beyond furious, seemingly more than Remus at this point who pathetically wallowed in his depression. He wouldn’t spare Black a second glance, wouldn’t talk to him, shut him down if he tried to speak to him. Hell, he’d even gone as far as to make it very clear to the entirety of Hogwarts that they were no longer friends, making sure to not sit with him, ever. Always choosing to sit by Remus.

They chose his side and a part of Remus felt elated to know they had his back.

This left Black alone, looking at them through tearful gazes. Remus had been ignoring all of them and they seemed to be understanding, avoiding crossing the wordless boundary Remus set in stone.

But, both James and Peter had been checking up on him nightly, always there and he could tell they were getting impatient.

When the lights went out, he heard James crept out of bed. Usually, Remus would find some sort of comfort in knowing who was approaching him, but now, it only left him feeling uneasy.

And then he felt the bed dip and James muttered out a spell.

“Hey, Moony.”

Remus didn’t face him. “Prongs?”

“Hey,” there was a loud sigh, “Do you need anything?”

What was he supposed to say? A hug? To talk? He’d much rather use his avoidance strategy, although he realized it left him alone with too many thoughts and nobody to confide in.

“M’good.” He felt James place a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll always be there for you. That’s what Marau - that’s what friends are for, no?”

Remus didn’t answer and felt James move to leave. But before he had the chance to slip out, Remus peeked his head from the drapes, announcing just loud enough for Sirius to hear.

“Thanks for saving all of us, James. You’re a true friend.”

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June 24th, 1976

People had their poisons.

Alcohol can make you forget. It blocks out everything and makes the rest of the world fade away until you can’t remember. People gambled to feel a rush, only to realize they dug themself into irreversible debt. Shopping, food, the high from risky behaviour…

But how we manage our poisons is up to the person.

People love to deny that they have addictions. They deny they’re hooked, they deny that they can’t put it down, they deny that they’re scared or want to stop. People only see what they want to see, believe what they want to believe.

And then the truth becomes muddled with lies that it’s hard to recognize the poisons sitting right in front of us. And all we want is more.

For Remus, his poison, his bright red self-destruction button, was smoking.

Granted, he never was a big smoker, typically only smoking when stressed or bored. But he still did it, filling his lungs with poison. But maybe he was wired like that. Besides, what werewolf lives past thirty? Might as well die revelling in the poison that brought him ease…

Remus conjured a ball of bright fire from his hand; fishing out a pack of cigarettes, slipped it past his lips and lit it. He inhaled, feeling the familiar, comforting feeling before dragging it from his lips, blowing out the thick cloud of smoke that left him wanting more.

He’d been sticking to his avoidance tactic strictly now. The Marauders were hovering over him, worry evident on their faces. A few times, Lily and James both invited him to sit. They never fought anymore, or at least in front of him, and it probably was his doing — a group effort into getting him to talk.

So even Lily knew something was wrong… Snape probably told her…

The door clicked open and Remus didn’t have to turn around to know how it was.

“Leave me alone. I’m not ready to talk.”

“Wasn’t gonna make you.”

He spun around, that wasn’t James or Peter. His face softened.

“Well… I’m not,” Y/N said simply, “But the others are about to.”

Remus groaned at that but Y/N smiled and turned around, ushering him over with a little wave. In one hand, she raised the Marauder’s map. “C’mon, I know a place and that they won’t be able to find.”

Remus was intrigued. He stepped out the butt of the cigarette, flicked it into the trash and followed her. Surely he’d already been there but being with Y/N seemed ten folds better than being around the other Marauders.

He followed wordlessly, passageways flying through his head but she never stopped by them. Instead, she climbed onto a ledge, slipping into an area under a large curtain. He followed, eyes lighting up in awe. He’s definitely never been there before.

“Get comfortable,” she said, flinging him a pillow and lighting a few candles.

They sat opposed to each other in complete silence. Y/N flicked back and forth, watching James and Peter scrabble around the castle looking for him. A few times, they passed by, each time leaving Y/N amused.

Remus tapped his leg anxiously. The question remained: Why wasn’t she disgusted with him? Why was she helping him? Why wasn’t she afraid?

Now alone together, those questions dangled on his tongue.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

She looked up at him, finally putting down the map. “Because you’re Remus.” She said, like it was the most obvious answer. “You’re not scary.”

8. Hold onto doubt

The answer irritated him. Another memory unfolded then and he blurted it out. “Why didn’t you cast any spells at me?”

Her brows rose, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m dangerous.” His voice was bleak and cold. “Why can't you grasp that?”

She stays quiet for a long time, her head turning to look out the large window. Y/N watched the owls and labyrinth of ancient trees of the forbidden forest and Remus was painfully aware of time slipping by.

“Do you remember that night on the astronomy tower on Halloween? I said that there’s bound to be someone looking at the moon at the same time?”

It takes Remus a moment to remember, but he does. “Yeah. You said that it’s like you’re not alone.”

Y/N turns around to face him. “Exactly. You don’t have to be alone in this.”

He looked away, deliberating. “It’s one thing for me to be alone but then drag you and others down with me.”

“Remus, I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t scared. I was terrified. I thought that was it.” He gulped. “But I could never be scared of you. The real you - the you right now. I don’t care about what you are. You are more than just a werewolf. I feel safe with you.”

The dark shadows surrounded them as she reiterated herself. “You don’t have to be alone in this.”

He soaks in her words for a while. This time, peering out the window as he breathes in deeply.

Okay. He decided.

“Do you want to know how I got —” he pointed at a scar on his upper forearm. “— this?”

She nodded her head.

“When James turned into his animagus form to show me for the first time, his antlers pierced my skin. I had to lie to Pomfrey and say I fell while playing Quidditch.”

Any invisible barrier between them crashed instantly as she smiled brightly and laughed. So infectious, Remus couldn't help but flash a real grin.

He never realized how beautiful her smile was.

“Oh, and if you ever tell anyone about this place, I’ll skin you.”

“I would never.”

Remus scouted over to her, pressing his back against the cool stone as they sat together in a comfortable stillness. But then she shifted, opening her arms wide. He lent in without hesitation and her arms flung around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He felt salty tears stinging in the corners of his eyes and let himself soak in her warm.

He really needed that.

Over her shoulder, he returned to watch the stars.

9. Acceptance

Remus learned from a young age that it was better to keep people at an arm's length. Get too close, they’ll dig, find out his condition, fear him and run.

He hates to say it, but he’s not surprised that his secret slipped out. He got too comfortable, got too close... It’s just that the Sirius component was surprising.

But maybe it wasn’t surprising. Ever since the beginning of the year, especially since winter break, Sirius had been reckless more and more lately, and he probably should have seen it coming. He was wild as a result of being freed from the confines of his rigid upbringing.

Sirius Black was unpredictable.

Sirius Black was dangerous when it came to secrets.

Sirius Black was one of his best friends.

Sometimes betrayal is so profound that there’s no way to fix what was lost. The damage is done, irreplaceable, unfixable.

If Remus was sure of anything by the end of that week was that,

a) James Potter and Peter Pettigrew were still his best friends,

b) He almost killed Severus Snape and Y/N L/N,

c) Y/N knew his secret and despite everything, continued to talk to him, support him, be there for him — she accepted him,

d) His walls went up a higher, became stronger and insecurities ran deeper,

e) Lastly, Remus Lupin would never, ever forgive Sirius Black for what he did. Never.

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HIS WARM EYES

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Lestrange!Reader

Genre: angst

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Warnings: blood, injuries, death

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG AND BAD— I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO

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Lestrange wasn't a good name.

It wasn't a good name in the streets, nor in close-doors, let alone amongst The Order.

That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had accepted me— well, maybe 'accepted' was a strong word; they had let me in, reticent, weary, but still they had done it. Plus, after Snape's betrayal and Dumbledore's death, no one would think there was a vacant for a Slytherin and a Lestrange.

It wasn't until I found myself exiting the abandoned Grimauld's Place along with the rest of the volunteers to go to Privet Drive, that it dawned on me; they were short on people.

They were so short on people that the Order would have to swallow my name, my family and my House.

That didn't mean they would quiet down their opinions about me being there.

"I'm gonna say it." Fred announced, taking a spot in the living room's corner while Shacklebolt, Arthur and Lupin searched the place.

"Again?" Fleur groaned.

Fred had already spoken his mind about my presence before we reached Potter's house.

His and George's shocked looks had been on me since the very first moment I had walked into the old Black's home, which was understandable; last time they saw me I was joking about joining the death eaters.

Although the shock on their faces had been accompanied by very different emotions on each.

Fred's held reticence. During our school years, he had never liked me; I would dare to say he was scared of me, even.

George's gaze, on the other hand, held hope —maybe even excitement— which was comforting.

In our first year, I had managed to draw George's interest, and for three years he was adamant about Slytherins not being 'all that bad'.

George's friendship was the thread I was hanging on; he was the only thing stopping from taking the easy way and live up to my name.

The thread was cut after he asked his mother to bring me over during Christmas, which ended up in her forbidding him to talk to me. He, being George Weasley, ignored his mom's pleads and twin's scolding and still tried his best to stay close to me, so I did what was right and, at the end of our fifth year, I cut ties with him.

It hurt more than I would dare to admit.

After our drifting apart, I was forced to completely rely on Slytherins. And you see, Slytherins, as 11 year-old George would say, aren't all that bad, but the ones my name attracted were.

They were bad sort —the worst—, and keeping that company around after our sixth year wasn't the best record to have, but Merlin's sake, I was there, I had volunteered— people change.

"Son." His father warned Fred, well aware this wasn't the time, though he obviously wanted to side with him. "Don't start again."

"Someone has yet to tell me why is she here?"

"She has a name." I hissed, unable to stop myself.

"Which is why you shouldn't be here, Lestrange." The name rolled out of his tongue like poison. "She's not one to trust."

"Oi, she's willing to risk her life, isn't she?" George's words seemed to be meant to calm his twin's temper, though his warm eyes did land on mines with a reassuring look.

"Yeah but for whom?" I tried to stay quiet as Moody had asked me too, but Fred was making it quite difficult. "If something goes wrong—"

"Weasley!" Mad-eye's tone was dry as he bursted into the room. "Are you questioning my judgment?" Fred scoffed, but stayed quiet.

"If we're throwing in the surnames, you're gonna wanna know her mum's my auntie." Tonks spoke, folding her arms.

"But you're a Hufflepuff." He was quick to respond, giving me a disgusted look. "She's a Serpent."

"And you're still a mouthful, aren't you?!" I snapped, stepping forward, though Tonks gave me a lazy tug before I could get to Fred.

"Wanna fight, Lestrange?" He had taken a couple of steps in my direction already when George yanked his twins arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled, giving his brother a push. "She's here for Harry! She's helping! What else do you want?!"

"Oh my gosh, Georgie— get over your teen crush already, she's not on our team!" George's knuckles went visibly white, unlike his cheeks, which turned red.

"Are you done making a scene? The three of you." Bill questioned in a calm tone, resting against the window's bench. "I don't fancy the idea either, but we need help, Fred, so shut your mouth because we have things to do."

"Pity, I was enjoying the teen drama." Moody teased before grabbing his flask and the ones who would take the Polyjuice potion moved to stand in line.

"Y/n." George's hand brushed my hand, drawing my attention to him as we stood besides one another. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered with a side smile.

"Missed me much?" I couldn't help but grin back, bumping his arm with mine. I stole a proper look at him and thought I might as well ask before the mission. "So... Teen crush huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, though I could feel my own face flushing.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't fancy George —could someone blame me?—, and the idea of those feelings not being unrequited was very appealing.

He only threw his head back and looked away, the half smile growing wider and more bashful. "We'll talk about it at the Burrow." He assured me, taking the flask with his right hand and squeezing mine with his left.

"If we don't die before that." I was joking, but fear was shaking me to the core.

"We won't." He looked at the potion disgusted and gave me a peeked at me saying, "You have to hear me embarrass myself first." And with a wink, he drank the potion and passed it to me.

Gosh, I couldn't get over the mission to hear him 'embarrass' himself.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The first five minutes were calm, despite all of us being on edge. We kept checking on each other, dreading if we lost sight of someone, that someone would banish.

The storm came when we had to dive into the dark clouds.

Funnily enough, I did think it was a literal storm before entering; oh, what I would have given for it to be a literal storm.

Black, cloaked intruders flew among us, making us divide in the pairs we had been assigned to.

Lupin started casting protegos and hexes to everyone that got too close while I tried to take down as many enemies as possible.

A couple of yelled warnings were heard when both Moody and the real Harry had entered the ambush.

"WATCH OUT!" Tonks screamed, flying past me with Ron at her tail. "REMUS!" She made a signal to her husband "ESCORT!" I got the hint; we were supposed to clear Moody's and Y/n's way so it would confuse our attackers while Tonks and Shacklebolt made sure to get Harry out of there.

"ON MY LEFT!" Lupin shouted over the chaos, changing to my right for me to be by Y/n's side.

"WE'RE FUCKED!" She yelled dropping her flight to dodge an Avada Kedavra.

"WE'LL MANAGE!" I automatically dropped my flight with hers too, which was a bad decision, since we had gotten rid of the protection provided by Lupin, Mad-eye and Bill and Fleur.

Soon enough three death eaters came flying towards us.

"STUPEFY!" another Harry with the voice of Fred passed by us, closely followed by my dad.

"GO BACK UP!" Y/n was quicker than me following my father's instructions; when I did though, I realised the little formation we had going on was gone.

Suddenly, all we could hear were screams; it felt as if someone was missing but I blamed it on everyone flying around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Tonks almost crashed against me on her way down; Ron was nowhere near me, nor Lupin.

We were outnumbered, and instead of moving forward, we were stuck in the grey clouds, trying not to die.

It took me a hot second, a crash against a death eater and a couple of hexes to get to Lupin, and even when I did, it was a hard task to keep track of him.

I had just taken out someone in my way when I caught a glimpse of something my eyes refused to believe.

Snape.

Our bloody professor was trying to kill us.

I felt the need to laugh at the situation.

"GEORGE!" It was Y/n's voice snapping me out of it, although her actions shocked me even more.

Y/n casted a spell on me, pushing my broomstick to the left and consequently making me crash against Lupin and lose balance.

Then something happened, something my mind didn't quite process.

At first it felt like a slap, but the pain stung my side as if someone had sliced me with a blade.

I didn't hear my own cry, nor Lupin's desperate 'help'; I didn't feel his hands struggling to take a firm hold of me, nor my own shakily reaching to my side, searching for an injury I didn't want to find.

A second after that, everything was black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

As soon as my father and I apparated in the fields of our home, I ran into the house. For some unexplainable reason, it felt as if something wasn't right.

A couple of steps into the house were enough for that 'something' to strike me. George had been laid on the settee, barely conscious; blood was covering the side of his face, neck and left shoulder, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin.

I was left speechless at the sight, my eyes welling up while I dragged my feet towards my twin.

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill's words, despite sounding far away, made the gears in my head turn.

Lupin was quicker than me, though, "I told you we couldn't trust a Lestrange!"

"Remus! we don't know—" Tonks tried to calm him down, just to be cut off by Bill.

"Mad-Eye and Lestrange traveled between us and" he gestured at our wounded brother, "Remus and George." His jaw twitching let me know that he was desperately trying to stay calm. "Mad-Eye is dead and my brother just lost an ear, who is it if not bloody Lestrange, Dora?"

"Bill..." Fleur held onto her fiance's arm in an attempt to ground him.

"Did you see her disapparating?" Tonks's point was logical and hopeful.

George would have sided with her.

My eyes fixed on my wounded twin again. He was as pale as a corpse now, and the absence of his ear was way more noticeable now that my mother had begun to remove the blood.

George would have sided with Tonks because he wanted to trust Y/n, and he couldn't even speak because of that same reason.

Since everyone was arguing, they missed the flash of someone apparating near the front door.

I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was running outside with my wand in hand, Lupin and Bill following me instantly when they realised what I had just seen.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Y/n's wand flew to my hand even before I could properly see her.

My rushed march came to a halt when I was a couple of feet away from her, making Bill bump into me; she was as pale as George, maybe more.

She took a seemingly calm, deep breath before attempting to walk.

Luckily, I saw the pools of blood on her shirt and stepped to reach her before she could touch the ground.

"Oh my..." Lupin covered his mouth with both his hands and Bill stood frozen at the sight of the girl in my arms. "MOLLY!!" my old professor yelled at the top of his lungs, going as livid as me.

We shouldn't talk on impulse, I told myself, rushing into the kitchen with Y/n in my arms. A series of gasps and regretful whispers broke the silence while I laid her on the dining table.

"Y/n?" George's trembling voice was heartbreaking, and, as my dad forced him to stay on the couch, I prayed the girl in my arms would survive.

"Oh Lord..." My mother muttered, examining her. It wasn't only her shirt stained with blood; her left leg and arm were too. "Oh dear..."

"She took the blow." Lupin ran his hands through his hair, understandably stressed. After a couple of seconds, her turned to my dad and commanded, "Get him up. Quick— go get him up." His eyes stared right into my soul and I dreaded the worst, but still obeyed and helped my dad drag George to the dining table.

I heard Lupin telling Bill something about Sectumsempra, and my heart sunk.

She took the blow.

"No..." George's murmur was close to a cry, but it was enough for Y/n's eyes to snap open.

"George." tears were effortlessly streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him. "You're... A-alive..."

"Please stay" My brother fell on his knees, reaching for Y/n's bloody hand with his own. We all looked away to give them some kind of intimacy, except from my mother, who was still trying to fix the poor girl.

I heard them both whispering sweet nothings with shattered voices until only one of them died out. I looked over to Tonks, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and then to Lupin.

I couldn't bring myself to look at George.

After a moment of intense sobbing, my dad managed to pull my twin away from the corpse, and we carried him back to the settee.

I stayed with him the night, holding his hand and assuring him it was not his fault, but I knew my words would have little effect on his state; after all, he had been in love with Y/n for years.

All those years he had spent trying to convince all of us that Y/n was a good person, that we should give her a chance; all those years begging our mother to bring her over because she wanted to see our home.

Now her body was lying on our kitchen and I knew none of us would forgive ourselves for misjudging her.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Nervous?" A tall, redheaded kid appeared besides me; I supposed he didn't know my name by the warmth and curiosity with which his eyes stared at me.

"Aren't we all?" I replied with an anxious laugh.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Fair point, though I'll probably go into Gryffindor." He assured me with a proud smile, causing my head to cast down. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing," I shrugged, aware I would not be able to befriend that sweet boy with warm eyes. "I think I'll be sorted into Slytherin."

"Nonsense!" His intentions had been obviously to reassure me, but when he realised his response only made it worse, he added. "It'd be wicked to have a Slytherin friend, though." My eyes widened at his words; did he just— "I'm George, by the way."

"I'm Y/n."

"That's a very pretty name." Professor Mcgonagall led us into the Great Hall, and before I knew what was happening, George's hand was holding mine. "It'll be fine."

The lighting of the Castle changed once the Great Hall's doors opened; a bright, white light seemed to be coming out of it.

"Wait!" My hand gripped George's before he could leave my side. "Can you hold my hand? I-I'm scared." My voice no longer sounded like a 11 year old.

For some reason I didn't comprehend, my eyes were watery, making the view in front of me blurry.

"Don't be scared, darling." When I turned to George, I didn't see a kid; it was him, in the expensive suit I had seen him mere hours ago. "I'm here."

I just nodded and, swallowing my fear, took a step ahead, and then another one, and another, until I reached the Great Hall.

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wishuhadstayed · 4 years ago

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Plus One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 3000ish

Summary: it’s baby time y’all!

Warnings: pregnancy complications, angst

Author’s Note: to those who have been waiting, I AM SO SORRY. I hope this will be worth it! Part 8? to Begin Again. Please feel free to yell at me in the comments if you feel so inclined.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Conversation flowed in the dining room and kitchen of the Hotchner residence as the BAU team and family impatiently anticipated the forthcoming announcement.

“It’s a boy, has to be,” Morgan mused.

“No way. Definitely a girl,” JJ contradicts.

“As much as it pains me to say, I think I have to go with Morgan on this one,” Emily admits.

“Garcia?” JJ inquires, “What do you think?”

“I have to agree with Chocolate Thunder on this one, love,”

“Are you all taking his side?” JJ asks with indignation. “I’ll bet you $50 that it’s a girl!”

“Oh you’re on, sweetheart,” Morgan complies with a winning smile.

“I don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy,” says Reid, “but I do know that I wouldn’t bet against JJ.”

“Thanks, Spence,” JJ replies, patting him on the shoulder. “Emily, Rossi? You wanna get in on the action?”

“Oh I am so staying out of this,” Prentiss responds. “Count me out.”

“I’m in with Morgan for $50,” Rossi states.

“Alright, but you’re all gonna be sorry,” JJ says with a smirk.

Overhearing the lively discussion, you enter the room.

“Children, what’s going on here?” You interject, “Don’t make me break up a fight.”

“Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see!” Exclaims JJ. “May I?” She asks, gesturing towards your growing baby bump.

“Sure, go ahead,” you reply. “Do I even want to know?”

“We’re taking bets on the sex of the baby,” she replies placing a gentle hand on your belly. “And I am so totally going to win!”

“You can’t possibly know that, JJ,” Morgan interrupts.

“Call me crazy if you want,” says JJ, “but a mother knows.”

“I suppose you’ll all find out soon enough,” Aaron cuts in, placing a strong arm around your back and pressing his lips to yours for a quick, tender kiss. “Shall we?”

With that, everyone makes their way to the backyard, where a large golden balloon awaits.

Picking it up from the ground, Aaron asks, “Everybody ready?”

He didn’t really have to ask. The answer was unanimous.

“YES!”

“Jack, would you like to do the honors?” you inquire, holding out a safety pin for him.

“Can I?” he asks hopefully.

“Of course you can buddy. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Dad and I will count you in, okay? On three.”

Together, you and Aaron slowly count, “One, two, THREE!”

A loud pop from the balloon momentarily startles the crowd and then..... a cloud of pink confetti floats to the ground.

“YES!” JJ shouts in her excitement. “PAY UP, LOSERS! We got a baby shower to plan!”

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Several weeks later found you strolling through the back door of Rossi’s home into the yard where you’d married the man of your dreams not so very long ago.

This time it’s decorated for a slightly different occasion. Pale pink lanterns and streamers adorn everything in sight. A picnic table covered with a pink flowered cloth looks like it might collapse at any moment beneath the weight of a mountain of gifts wrapped in pastel paper. Heart shaped balloons are tied to the corners of another table on top of which is a giant bowl of pink punch, more food than you thought possible, and a breathtaking cake, decorated with tiny pink roses.

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you turn to see three beautiful, smiling faces. Women that you consider to be not only friends, but family at this point.

“Penny, Emily, JJ,” you say as your eyes begin to well up with tears, “This is too much! You shouldn’t have gone to this much trouble.”

“Oh this is the least we could have done for you, doll face,” Garcia interjects. “Nothing but the finest for my very best friend.”

“Don’t worry about it, my clean sweep at the gender reveal paid for most of this,” JJ jokes.

“You look absolutely radiant,” Emily adds, pulling you in for a hug.

“Where’s the boss man?” Penelope asks. “He’s coming isn’t he?”

“Oh yes” you reply. “He was helping Jack out of the car. He told me to come on in. He’s probably inside hanging out with boys for a minute.”

At that moment, you feel a pair of familiar arms encircling you, one across your chest and one just underneath your baby bump. A soft kiss on the cheek and he turns you around to face him. The tender look in his usually stern eyes melts you as he smiles and says,

“There’s my girls.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, darling.”

“Alright love birds, it’s time to get this show on the road!” exclaims Morgan, coming through the door with both Henry and Jack in tow.

“Thanks for keeping the kids entertained, Derek,” you whisper. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mama. I’ve got it all under control,” he reassures with a wink.

“Should we be worried?” Aaron jokes under his breath.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Garcia offers, trailing off behind them.

Rossi and Reid bring up the tail end of the group, along with Jessica, Jack’s aunt, who had been previously supervising the kids.

“How are the parents-to-be feeling?” Rossi inquires.

“Overwhelmed, and so grateful,” you reply. “I know JJ said she covered most of it with her winnings, but I think we all know you pitched in too. And you’re a fantastic sport for letting the girls decorate your whole house pink.”

“Anything for some of my favorite people,” he replies patting you both on the shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Reid chimes in. “This baby’s really lucky to have such loving parents.”

“Reid, stop. You’re gonna make me cry,” you squeak out, pulling a tissue from your purse.

Just then, Jessica wraps an arm around both of you.

“Jess, you know you didn’t have to come,” Aaron says.

“Nonsense!” comes her reply. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As you go to sit so you can open presents, Morgan pulls out the chair for you, then pulls one out for Garcia as they settle in to watch the kids.

Maybe you were mistaken, but you could have sworn you saw a flirty look pass between them. A mischievous grin crosses your face. Perhaps you should do a bit of your own matchmaking.

“Jack!” you call. “Don’t you wanna help Mama open some of her presents?”

“Yeah! Can Henry help too?”

“What do you think JJ?” you ask.

“As long as it’s okay with you,” she agrees.

The kids ran up to help with their very important present duty. Jack retrieving smaller presents and helping rip the paper. Henry mostly just playing with the shiny bows. Thus leaving Morgan and Garcia free of responsibility.

When the last present had been opened, and the last game played, Aaron made his speech.

“Y/N and I just wanted to thank you all so much for being here today. We love each and every one of you like family, and we are truly grateful for all your love and support. We are truly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives. Thank you again.”

As everyone was leaving, Penelope pulled you to the side.

“Did you call the kids over for help specifically to leave Derek and I alone together?”

“Penny, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” came your reply. “I’m just getting too big to be bending over to grab the presents and I thought it would be fun for the kids.”

“If you say so,” she says with a skeptical look.

As she walks away, Aaron whispers in your ear, “You are so wrong for that, you know?” with a playful shove of your shoulder.

“Oh they’re perfect for each other and everyone knows it. Besides, she played matchmaker for us and look what happened,” you reply, rubbing your belly.

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders with a grin. “You’re right. You’re always right. You win.”

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As the weeks crept by, your little family was not so patiently awaiting the arrival of its newest addition. Being pregnant and taking care of a 6 year old without your husband was extremely taxing, making the moments that you did have with him exceedingly special.

Moments like today. It was nothing exciting, just sitting on the couch, enjoying each other’s company, but sometimes that’s all you really need.

Seated across from each other, You can’t help but admire the sweet look on his face as he touches your belly.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a baby girl,” he mentions.

“Neither can I,” you agree. “She’s gonna be smart,” you state, resting your hand on top of Aaron’s. “A lawyer like her daddy.”

“She can be anything she wants,” he says, looking up with his smile revealing the stunning dimples that caught your eye on your very first date. “As long as she’s happy.”

“God I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you more, angel.”

But mom duty never stops.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “It’s almost time to pick up Jack from school and I haven’t even started dinner!”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” Aaron says. “I’ll take care of everything, you just relax.”

“But I,”

“Ssshhhhh,” he interrupts. “No buts. I will pick up Jack, I will get dinner. You deserve a break.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

“I do.”

He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours.

“I’ll be back soon.”

What felt like an eternity later, you hear the front door open and two distinct sets of footsteps.

“Mama!” Jack yelled, scrambling up into your lap for a hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, buddy,” you reassure, pulling him close to your chest.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” you ask?

A playful smirk forms on Aaron’s face, raising your suspicions.

“You’ll see. In the meantime, Jack how would you like to watch a movie with me and mom?”

You all settle on the sofa, Jack in Aaron’s lap and your head on your husband’s left shoulder. Just as you were drifting off to sleep near the end of the movie, a knock at the door startles you awake.

“Dinner’s here!” Aaron announces. “Come on buddy,” he encourages Jack. “Help me out.”

As you reach the table where the food is being laid out, tears begin to spring to your eyes.

“I got you fries and chocolate shake. And a cheeseburger. No mayo, extra pickles.”

“Babe,” you squeak out, “you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. It’s all you talked about while I was away on my last case.”

You laugh and pull him close.

“I knew I married you for a reason.”

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Around your 36 week mark, Aaron called from his hotel room to check on you.

“How are you, love?”

“Still pregnant,” you gripe.

“I know you’re exhausted, mama. I’ll be home tomorrow. Just remember the go bag for the hospital is packed and sitting right by the front door, just in case.”

“Yes, Aaron. You remind me every day. Honestly I think it’s bit overboard, I’m fine.”

“I just worry about you being alone while I’m gone is all. It never hurts to be prepared. Anyway, I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Love you too honey. Good night and be safe tomorrow.”

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When Aaron arrived home the next night, he was greeted by the sight of you dozing on the couch.

Easing himself down on the edge, he swipes a lock of hair from your face. He softly kisses your forehead and watches as your eyes flutter open.

“Aaron?” you murmur. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” he whispers. “How are my girls?”

“Better now that you’re home. I’ve had some pretty intense back pain, but otherwise fine.”

“Well sleeping on the couch probably isn’t helping,” he states matter of factly.

“Oh thank you doctor,” you reply sarcastically, giving his arm a playful slap. “I would never have known.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get some sleep.”And with that, he sweeps you off the couch, heading for the master bedroom.

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You woke the next morning still in pain, but not wanting to disturb Aaron. You struggle to sit up, finally managing after a few tries. You pull back the sheets and immediately get a sense of panic and dread at the sight of blood on the hem of your nightgown and the sheets beneath you. As the tears begin to stream, you instinctively call out for him.

Waking up at the sound of his name he asks, “what’s wrong, baby?”

But he realizes the problem before you even get a chance to respond.

Amazingly he seems not to panic at all. The tears and hysterics don’t faze him at all. He simply grabs you out of the bed, carries your directly to the car, and buckles you in.

“Stay right here,” he instructs. “I’m getting Jack and we’re going to the hospital right now.”

What seems like an eternity later, but in reality was only a few minutes, Aaron emerges from the house with Jack and the go bag.

He peels out of the driveway and drives to the nearest hospital with no regard for the speed limit.

When you arrived to the emergency entrance, you look at him with a panic stricken face.

“I’m scared, Aaron.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he says soothingly. “I’m going to get you some help.”

The next thing you know several people are helping you out of the car and loading you onto a stretcher. As they wheel you inside he follows closely behind with Jack asleep in his arms.

“What going on?” you plead.

“I don’t know, love but they’re going to help,” he reassures.

Just then you overhear a member of the medical staff informing Aaron that he’s not allowed any farther.

“What do you mean he can’t come with me?” You wail.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but bleeding is very serious. Both you and the baby could be in danger. We need to get you treatment now and we can’t have any family in the room.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron says in a very calm and sure tone. “They’re going to take good care of you. Everything will be fine.”

“FINE? Nothing about this is fine!” you shout. “I can’t do this without you, Aaron.”

“Yes you can,” he replies, holding your hand. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You have to. Do it for her.” He says, placing his hand on your belly.

“We have to go now,” one of the nurses insist.

“Be strong for me okay?” He pleads, gaining a short tearful nod from you in response.

“I love you,” he calls out as they wheel you swiftly down the hall. Just before the stretcher is out of sight he hears your response.

“I love you more.”

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Collapsing into a chair in the waiting area, mind racing with worry, Aaron does the only thing he can think of at the moment.

The phone rings, and then,

“Aaron! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after a case,” Rossi says. “We don’t have plans today, do we?”

“No, Dave. It’s Y/N. We’re at the hospital.”

“Wow, I didn’t think she was due for a few more weeks.”

“She’s not,” Aaron explains, his voice beginning to break. “When we woke up, she was bleeding. From what I understand, it’s pretty serious. You’re the first person I thought to call.”

“Oh my God,” Rossi breathes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Should I call the rest of the team?”

“Yeah, I think that would be best. I could really use some help with Jack. He’s still asleep for now, but,” Aaron pauses for a moment, choking back tears. “I don’t know what to tell him when he wakes up,” he finishes quietly.

“Just hold on, Aaron,” Rossi replies. “We’re coming.”

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Within an hour, the whole BAU team was crowding the hospital waiting room. Hugs were exchanged and Aaron had handed a still sleeping Jack off to JJ.

Everyone waited in tense silence, not knowing quite what to say.

“I’m scared out my mind, Dave,” Aaron confines to him. “I can’t lose her. I’ve been through too much already. And Jack, God it would crush him if anything happened to her.”

“I think he’s waking up,” JJ whispers.

“Dad?” He asks in a daze as he wakes. “Miss JJ? Where are we?” He questions now aware of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Coming over to squat down in front of him, Aaron does his best to explain.

“Well buddy, this morning mom got sick, so we brought her to the hospital, and the doctors are taking good care of her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” he inquires. “And my baby sister?”

“I hope so, the doctors are working really hard to make mom better okay?”

“Daddy, we should say a prayer for Mama,” Jack responds. “And my baby sister too.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Jack,” Aaron responds, as he quickly turns away to wipe a tear.

The whole group gathered closely around Jack and Aaron. Everyone took turns saying prayer for the health and well being of Y/N and her unborn daughter.

Moments after the last amen was said; just when Aaron thought he would die if he waited a moment longer, a doctor came through the doors.

“Mr. Hotchner?”

Aaron stood, bracing himself for the news.

“Is it alright if I speak in front of the group?”

“Yes, they’re family. Please, just— do you have news about my wife?”

“Sir,” the doctor continues with a look of concern. “You all may want to sit down for this.”

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remuslupins-lover · 3 years ago

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simon kalivoda fluff

(simonxfem!reader)

[WARNING: includes y/n being insecure of her body, mentions of sh (self harm) ]

“and remember, not a single drop of- and they’re gone.” josh sighed, “they’re horny lesbians, josh, they wanna get fucked before they die.” i said making simon laugh and give me a high five. “that’s not funny!” josh said angrily, “we aren’t dying!” he added on. “you never know!” i defended myself, “none of you are gonna die!” josh repeated.

walking past josh and giving him a ‘are you sure?’ look. “what do you wanna wear?” kate asked me, giving me the option to pick first,

“this blue-” i began, “nope i have been eyeballing that since i saw the bin.” simon said, taking the shirt. “like how josh has been eyeballing kate.” he whispered in my ear making me hold back a giggle.

“okay then i’ll take this shirt and these sweatpants.” i took a black shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. “oh, well would you look at that! there’s a stain on the crotch area.. is there anything else?” i sighed. kate threw me a pair or shorts that were obviously too big for me, they were men’s shorts. “hey that’s mine!” simon said out of nowhere. “why are your shorts in the lost and found bin?” i asked.

“remember that one time i went to school with shorts for like half a day?” he asked making me nod. “i took it off for a dare and they ended up taking it..” he trailed off. i didn’t know whether to be mad or if i should be laughing.

“it’s what you get for being a dumbass, right kate-”

josh and kate were going in the same bathroom.

“go josh?” simon said in a confused tone. “just go into your own ba-” i began but quickly stopped when i realised there were only 2.

“i’m not going in the girls bathroom, how much you wanna bet they’re having sex?” i fake vomited. “get in the men’s bathroom with me.” simon said, already pulling me. “no! are you serious? what if someone catches me in there?!” i asked, coming up with any reason to not go in the men’s bathroom with simon.

“who’s gonna catch us? hall monitors? all four of them are getting fucked they don’t give a shit.” he said, before i knew it i was in a stall.

i cleaned up all the blood i can see. no doubt my back has some blood, how am i gonna reach it without having simon involved? there was no other way.

“uh.. simon” i cleared my throat. “yea?” his voice cracked. “can you -uh- come in and check if i have any blood on my back?” i asked. “s-sure.” he stuttered.

he went to open the door but it was locked. “y/n? you good? the stall is locked.” why would she lock the door it’s only me in the bathroom.

“sorry, force of habit.” i apologised, opening the door slowly. once he came into view i covered my stomach with my hand and tried to hide my thighs all at once. he saw my body a billion times we’ve been friends since kindergarten.

i slowly turned around, shivered when his cold hand touched my neck, he moved my hair and when he saw i had nothing he cleared his throat, “you’re blood-free.”

“don’t think so.” i said turning around, “sam’s blood free.” he corrected himself. “there we go.” i smiled.

we fell into a comfortable silence.

i caught myself staring at his eyes, who knew one could have such beautiful eyes? they were so captivating, i almost felt obliged to move closer to him. i could feel his breath. we were so close to each other that if one of us moved a centimeter we would’ve bumped into each other.

“you have pretty eyes.” i blurted out, internally cursing myself. “you’re pretty.” he added, his eyes searching mine; trying to see if i too had the same intentions as him.

it was taking too long, he was taking too long. i closed the gap between us and kissed him. “this a good time to tell you i had a crush on you since 3rd grade?” he breathed, pulling out of the kiss. “this a good time to tell you i’ve had a crush on you since 2nd?” i smirked.

he picked me up and sat me on the sink. my thighs doubled their size and suddenly my scars were much more visible. i tried to cover them up, but he removed my hands.

“you are beautiful” he reassured me, kissing each and every scar. he kissed my bikini line, right on my hips. “you’re crazy if you think i don’t know about these.” he scoffed.

i looked him in the eyes, tears beginning to fall.

“did i say something? god, i’m sorry-”

i pulled him into a kiss. “god, i love you.” i confessed with a sigh. he kissed my tears away. “i love you more.” he replied with a smile. “not sure that’s possible.” i shot back. “pretty sure it is.” he argued.

someone was bagging on the door, making me hold onto simon because i almost slipped.

“what are you guys doing in there? quick get out!” we heard kate yell.

“jeez, someone’s angry.” simon said, pulling on his blue jumper and his pants. “tell me about it.” i scoffed, wearing the shorts that belong to my crush and a shirt that belongs to someone.

simon and i got out of the bathroom to be greeted by an angry kate.

“i thought you were supposed to feel good and happy after sex.” i whispered to simon. “me too, i mean, we didn’t even have sex and i’m over the moon.” he whispered back.

“i can hear you!” kate sighed. “oh.” simon and i chorused.

sam and deena came with their hair messed up, my mascara was ruined, and kate was obviously stressing out over the fact if her best friend is okay with her and her brother dating.

“damn, did everyone go to pound town?” simon snorted making me laugh. “we missed out bud.” i told him. “did we really?” he looked me in the eyes, still smiling, with that look i adored. my smile dropped, i wanted him to ruin me, “no- i guess not.” i blushed.

“i wonder what happened between them.” sam whispered to deena, “they almost got fucked.” deena answered. “but they didn’t?” sam said. “i guess not, it’s kinda like the -uh- the confession part of whatever they got going on.” deena shrugged.

“do they think we’re deaf?” i whispered to simon who nodded in response, “probably.”

i suck tbh idk what this is i’m not proofreading it cause cramps suck!! everything and everyone BUT simon suck <33

#simon kalivoda #fear street #simon x reader #horror #fypシ #viral #movies #writing

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bxcketbarnes · 4 years ago

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Fake Death

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 1400+

Author's Note: @queen-of-mischief and I came up with this idea after seeing a theory about Loki's illusions and had a fantastic discussion on how it would go if the reader figured out his tells and shit! Happy Reading xox

"Loki!" You call out as the man suddenly stabs Thor, gaining the attention of the Elves at the bottom of the hill.

The God of Thunder falls down the large hill and Loki quickly follows the tumbling man. Jane gasps and begins to make her down the hill as well, leaving you at the top.

Your eyes widen at the scene that's unfolding in front of you, not knowing if this is some ploy to get the Dark Elves’ attention. "You really think I cared about Frigga?" Loki asks as he stalks closer to his brother, your heart beating in your throat as you scurry off of the ground before following them. "About any of you?"

Loki kicks Thor across the face, tossing the burly man a few feet away from him. "All I ever wanted," the raven-haired man continues, taking a couple of more steps towards Thor, "was you and Odin dead at my feet!"

You couldn't believe what you're hearing as you suddenly get closer to the two, going to intervene when Jane stops you. Thor reaches out for his hammer when Loki grabs a hold of his wrist, cutting the limb completely off.

A gasp leaves your lips, tears coming to your eyes as Thor thrashes against the dirt, grabbing a hold of his right arm. Jane rushes towards the man she loves, checking out his wounds before Loki grabs a hold of her.

"Malekith I am Loki of Jotunheim and I bring you a gift!" He calls out as Jane thrashes against his grasp, attempting to get away from the man. Loki tosses her towards the Dark Elf leader, his eyes casting down at her as she suddenly looks up. "I only ask for one thing in return… a good seat from which to watch Asgard burn."

You notice the dagger in Loki's left hand, furrowing your brows as you always thought he was right-handed. You eye the man curiously before bringing your attention to your enemies, watching the big guy whisper something into Malekith's ear.

The leader lifts Jane off of the ground before the Aether begins to dissipate from her body. You breathe a bit heavily at the events that are currently happening, your eyes moving towards Loki to see his eyes already looking at you.

You sigh sadly as you felt betrayed by the man before returning your gaze to Jane. She falls almost ten feet to the ground and you go to rush towards her when Thor yells.

"Loki, now!"

A gasp leaves your lips as you look back towards the trickster, seeing his hand glow green for a few seconds as he removes the illusion he had on Thor. The hammer returns to Thor's hand before sending a bolt of lightning to the Aether, hoping to destroy it.

Loki moves to cover Jane as the crystal shatters into a bunch of pieces. You cover your face with your arm, letting out a small laugh as you couldn't believe it was all planned.

Why didn't they tell you? Your victory was short-lived as the crystal repaired itself before flowing into Malekith's body.

"Oh, no," you mumble and get your weapon ready.

Malekith and the crew begin to walk back towards the ship, sending some of the soldiers to hold you guys off. You scramble to your feet and go to fight them when Thor stops you.

"Keep Jane safe! We got this," Thor mumbles and you nod your head.

You and Jane managed to make it a few hundred yards away from the fight, making sure she's a safe distance away. You can hear the big guy screaming loudly and you look over the small hill you're hiding behind to see him explode.

A gasp leaves your lips as the two men managed to kill him. A laugh leaves your lips as you stand up, moving to head down there when you notice Loki's body laying on the ground. "Loki?" You softly mumble to yourself, feeling Jane's eyes on you as you stumble your way towards the two.

"You fool, you didn't listen," Thor mumbles, hearing his voice waver as he grabs a hold of Loki.

Tears pool in your eyes as you're suddenly kneeling beside him, your hands pressed against his chest. "Loki," you cry out and his dull eyes move towards you.

You can see his skin becoming gray as your hand suddenly holds pressure to his wound. "Y/N…" he trails off and manages to grab a hold of your hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

His dull blue eyes dance between yours and Thor's as the tears stream down your cheeks. "It's okay. It's okay, Loki. You did well today. I'm so proud of you," you reassure him before leaning forward to press a delicate kiss to his cheek.

You and Thor are silent as Loki slowly closes his eyes, watching the raven-haired man take his last breath. You hold your sobs in as Thor rests his head against the man's chest.

As the three of you walk away from Loki's body, you can't help but look back at the deceased man. You swallow thickly as Thor grabs a hold of Jane's waist before the Bifrost picks the three of you up.

"Are you coming to earth?" Thor asks you once you all reach Asgard. You shake your head in reply, needing some time to yourself. "Go save the planet, buddy."

He nods his head before the two of them hop over to earth. You slowly walk across the bridge towards the center of Asgard as a million thoughts are running through your head.

You were sure Loki's right-handed… so why was he using his left if it was weaker out of the two. You run your hands through your hair as you decide to go tell Odin about his son.

You bow to Odin once you reach the Throne room and notice the older man holding his staff in his left hand. You furrow your brows as you've always seen him holding it in his right. Something's not right…

"My king, I have a quick question for you," you mumble and take a few steps towards him.

"Of course, Lady Y/N, by all means," he muses and you smile softly.

You fiddle with your fingers as you make it halfway up the steps, standing four feet away from him. "Correct me if I'm wrong…" you trail off and look him straight in the eyes, "but Loki was right-handed, yes?"

"You are correct. What does this-" Odin starts but you cut him off with a dark chuckle.

"It's funny because before Loki died, I witnessed him fighting with his left hand. Now, that doesn't make any sort of sense now does it?" You ask in a sweet voice, smirking at the man.

Odin stands up from his chair and tries to leave when you press your hand to the man's chest, stopping him from leaving. "You dare put your hands on me?!" He growls and grabs a hold of your wrist.

You narrow your eyes at the man before pushing him back into his seat. You tsked before straddling his lap, glad that you're the only two in the room otherwise you surely would be killed for your actions.

"You want to answer my question now?" You ask as Odin sets his staff into the holder, his hands resting on your hips. "Why would Loki use his left hand instead of his right?!"

Odin clears his throat as his eyes meet yours, a sigh leaving his lips. "Ah, uhm, well you see my dear-"

"What's the matter, my king?" You ask innocently as your hands roam up the armor he's wearing. "Cat got your silver tongue?"

You smirk as the man's eyes widen, his grip on your hips tightening. "How-"

"I'm not an idiot," you simply mumble as the illusion of Odin disappears.

Loki lets out a deep sigh while leaning back on the throne. "No one's ever been able to tell the difference," he mumbles and you let out a laugh, shaking your head at the man.

"That's because most people don't pay attention as I do," you tell him and Loki's hands trail up your sides.

"Please don't tell anyone."

You make a face as you hear the plea leave Loki's lips. "It must be painful for you to beg," you whisper while bringing your face closer to his.

The man's eyes glance up at yours before fluttering shut. "Y/N-"

You shush him before pressing your lips to his. Loki groans beneath you as his hand slides up the middle of your back before gripping the back of your neck, holding you in place.

A giggle leaves your lips as he kisses you back, a low growl escaping his throat. "You little minx," Loki mumbles against your lips after pulling away, his hips grinding up against you.

"You love it," you tell him softly and a laugh leaves his pink lips.

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frattsparty · 3 years ago

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My Heart Needed You Part 12

An: I’ve had this written for a bit and then rewrote it again, so enjoy. I’m in Florida on vacation so I might do some extra writing this week.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, Nestor being a sad boy. Nobody under 18!!

Tag List: @nessamc @withmyteeth @redpoodlern @lexondeck @thegirlwhowritesfics @chibsytelford

The weekend with the boys was exactly what you needed, and being able to talk with Wendy and Venus surprisingly made you feel a little lighter.

You aren’t quite ready to share everything with Nestor but you knew he loved you, and that once you are comfortable telling him you won’t lose him. What Jose did won’t change his love for you like you thought it would all those years ago.

Loading your bag into the car, you turn around and give Nero a tight squeeze, “Thank you for taking care of them, keeping them safe.”

“They’re family to me, just like you, I’m always here for you.” Kissing the side of your head he releases you.

“I’m going to miss you, Hailey!” Wendy says as she pulls you in. “Next time bring that man of yours with you.”

Chuckling, “I will, he will love how peaceful it is here.”

Next up are the boys, leaving will be so hard but you are already planning your next visit. “Okay boys, be good, I love you both so so much!” You are all squeezing each other as tight as you all could.

With another look back you see their little hands waving, “Love you guys!”

“We love you too. You are welcome here anytime.” Wendy yells as she picks up a crying Abel.

Once you’re in the car and on the road, you give Nestor a call letting him know you are on the way back.

Pulling into Miguel’s house you see Nestor waiting on the steps for you, a big smile on his face. He jogs over to open your door before you do,

“Hey baby,” he says as he pulls you from the car and into his arms.

“Hey,” standing on your tiptoes you leave a lingering kiss on his lips, “I missed you.”

Humming, “I missed you too.” Leaving one more kiss, he lets you go and grabs your bag from the back. Taking your hand he leads you inside going straight up to the room. You planned to leave your bag and change your clothes, but before you can do that Nestor has other things in his mind.

He drops your bag the second you shut the door and grabs the sides of your neck smashing his lips with yours. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Your hands have found their way under his shirt scratching his back with your nails, getting a hum of approval from him.

He grabs your ass, lifting you up and into his arms. “You can’t go on any more trips without me,” he says between open mouth kisses on your neck, as your fingers work on the buttons of his shirt.

“I promise.” Shoving his shirt off his shoulders, you run your hands over his bare tattooed chest.

You grab his face and capture his lips in a searing kiss. “Show me how much you missed me, Nes.”

“Gladly, baby.” He quickly carries you and drops you in the bathroom right in front of the mirror. “You want a show, you’ll get a show.”

Before you can respond he’s pulling at the hem of your shirt urging you to lift your arms. Then found his way to your shorts pushing those down too, groaning loudly in your ear when he realizes you had no panties on. “My girl was ready wasn’t she?”

“Always am, Nes.” Your head rolls back resting on his shoulder as his hands roam your body, gently touching and squeezing every inch.

“God you’re so beautiful, Hails.” His kisses are soft along your shoulder. You can’t help but smile at his words, as you lift your head your eyes meet in the mirror.

“You have too many clothes on, Nestor.” Reaching back you grab his covered ass, “you should change that.”

Smirking, his hands leave your body causing you to whimper at the loss of his touch, causing him to let out a quiet laugh. “Patience baby.”

“I’ve never been good at that…”

“Mm I know, you’re pretty demanding.” You can hear him unzipping his pants.

Before he can stop you, you turn so you are facing him, grabbing his face and pulling him into you. The kiss is sloppy, the sounds he’s making are primal, causing your insides to stir. “I need you, Nes.” Slowly your hand finds its way into his pants, squeezing and tugging, until you get what you want.

He pulls your hand away, “turn around, spread your legs.”

Without another word you turn, bracing your hands on the counter. He pushes his pants and boxers down and immediately grabs your hips, squeezing them tightly causing you to gasp.

Situating himself behind you he lines himself up, “you ready?”

“Yeah.”

Your confirmation was all he needed to push inside of you, his forehead landing on your shoulder, both of your moaning loudly.

“You feel so good, Nes.” You breathe out.

Gripping your hips he starts thrusting into you, slow at first and then deeper and faster. Spreading your legs wider giving him the ability to go even deeper. “That’s my girl, you take me so well.”

You can’t speak, you’re barely able to catch your breath as he moves in and out.

“Open your eyes..I want to see your beautiful face…watch what I can do to you…let you see what you do to me.” Each point emphasised by a harder thrust than the last.

Like it always has watching Nestor show his love for you does you in, you are so close, and he can feel it.

“Come on baby, let go, let me feel you.”

“Mmm don’t stop Nes,” your voice comes out more like a whine, but you could care less in the moment. Reaching your hand around you, grab his arm to ground yourself.

Holding him tightly, he can't hang on any longer and releases deep inside you.

“I missed you, Hails, and I meant it, you can’t leave me again.” He whispers while leaving kisses on your neck.

“I won’t, the boys want you to come next time.” You move from his embrace so you can face him,wrapping your arms around his neck. “I missed you.” Reaching up you kiss his lips, soft at first, but he pushes to deepen it.

Picking you up bridal style he carries you over to the bed, laying you down and then moving over you kissing down your body.

Settling between your legs he begins kissing and sucking while his fingers explore your body. You are arching into him, holding his head right where you need him. Just as his fingers found their way between your legs there was a knock in the door.

“Hailey, are you back yet? I was hoping to talk to you.” Emily’s voice came in from under the door.

Nestor’s forehead lands on your hip, while you try to catch your breath. “Think we can act like we aren’t here so we can keep going?”

He shakes his head, “she’s been asking when you were coming home. Should probably get it over with.” He slowly begins kissing up your body.

“Fine…” you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Em, I’m back, give me like 15 minutes and I’ll come find you.” You respond to Emily.

“I’ll be in your office,” she responds back.

Making his way to your neck, nibbling under your ear, “we’ll have to be fast this time.”

“I’ll take what I can get from you,” giggling. You grab the chain hanging from his neck and pull his mouth to yours and you wrap your arms around his shoulder and widen your legs for him. Adjusting he enters you slowly.

“I love you so much, Hailey.” He grabs your hands and holds them next to your head, as he kisses you slowly.

“I love you, Nes, so much.”

As you both cum together, you hold each other sharing kisses and light touches as you catch your breath.

“I guess I should go.” Scratching his neck softly, “how about tonight I can show you how much I missed you?”

“Hmm that sounds good to me, baby.” Pushing himself off of you, he leaves one more kiss to your lips and gets off the bed.

***

Making your way down to your office, you see Emily has papers spread all over. Internally you are screaming, mess, clutter, and disorganization in your office does not work for you.

“What’s up, Em?” She’s sitting in the chair moving papers around. You’re trying to hide your cringe at the chaos that is your office.

“I have an idea on something to get back at the rebels.” She rambles the words out, not taking a breath.

“I can’t know about any of this, I have to be completely dumb to anything you do, Emily.” You sit in the chair across from her, you see her face fall. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I’m here to protect the family, and to do that I have to be unaware of anything you’re involved in so I can easily fight tooth and nail to keep you out of jail, I have to know you're fully innocent.”

“If you have an idea tell them, you’re smart, so smart, you’ve clearly researched, have faith in your plan, present it with confidence.” Giving her a reassuring smile, “Trust me, Miguel will listen. You can do this, Em. Just bring your research and be confident.”

“Thank you.” Giving you a genuine smile she asks about your trip and how the boys were. So the two of you spend some time chatting before you help her get everything in order to meet with Miguel.

The rest of the day went by as normal once you got your office back.

Since Nestor was out you took some work to the bedroom and began researching everything you could about the rebels and how they function. The fact that they could hack the accounts tells you they are skilled and resourceful.

You're not sure how long you've been going over these documents and videos, but you are still awake when Nestor walks in, clearly surprising him.

He kicks his boots off at the door and makes his way over to you. “What’s all this?” He gestures towards the papers you have spread all over the bed.

“Trying to figure out how the Rebels do what they do.” You look up at him, “a group like this shouldn’t be able to hack systems or intervene in what we do, they are bigger than a small time group. I just don’t know how they do it, they have to have a major network.”

“Well there is no way your brain is working at this hour, why don’t you pack it up.” He’s gently rubbing your back and you are starting to feel how tired you are.

“You’re right.” Getting up you both start to get ready for bed, you remove the clothes and pull on one of his shirts and cuddle into your side of the bed. He scoots in behind you holding you tightly to him.

You can feel his breathing relax and his heart rate slow down, you love how peaceful he is when he clocked out of Cartel mode.

“Nes,” you say softly, not sure if he was already asleep.

He hums in response. “Baby I promised you I would show you how much I missed you tonight.” Wiggling under his tight grip you turn yourself to face him.

His eyes are closed, his long dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he’s so handsome. You can’t help but run your fingers gently from his temple to his jaw, you run your thumb across his lips before leaving a soft kiss there which causes him to smile. You move your hand to rest on the side of his neck, your thumb running back and forth in his jaw.

“I love you, Nes, more than you know.”

“I love you too.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer. “And I’ll make good on that promise first thing tomorrow.”

***

It has been a few days and Miguel and Nestor were in Mexico working and suggested you stay away, so you are at your new house meeting with the contractor picking out tile, paint colors, countertops, everything to make this house a home.

“Oh, I have one more request to add in for the kitchen,” you pull a photo from your bag. “I want the backsplash to look like this tile, I think it was hand painted in Mexico.”

“Is that you in the picture?” You nod at him.

“I think I can do that, I’ll call my tile guy in Mexico.” He took a picture of your photo so he could send it to his contact.

“We are ahead of schedule, Hailey, I think you’ll be in probably in a matter of a couple of weeks, maybe less.” He gives you a big smile.

“Really?!” You are so ready to call this place home.

“Yeah, all that’s left is the finishing touches to the bathrooms, and then the kitchen. We actually finished the outside area today,” your eyes lit up, “let’s go see it.”

“Let’s go!”

Your hands are covering your mouth, you are shocked as you step outside. “Oh my gosh, it’s so perfect” your voice is almost a whisper.

You had the patio cleaned up, a fire pit built on one side, and a small outdoor bar/kitchen on the other with chairs and couches facing the ocean taking in the view.

Sitting down you take it all in. You can’t believe that this is all yours.

“I’m glad I didn’t show you this first, we never would have gotten decisions made inside,” your contractor learned quickly that once you were out here he'd lost you.

“This really is perfect, thank you!”

“You’re welcome, I have to head out but I’ll lock the door on my way out so you can enjoy.” He nods to you in farewell and heads inside to leave.

You close your eyes just enjoying the sound of the waves below you and you’re brought back to the day Nestor left for basic training, when becoming a SEAL and law school was just a dream. Just a few months after high school graduation the two of you were preparing for major changes and being away from each other for the first time since preschool.

“What do you look forward to the most with college?” You and Nestor are walking hand in hand along a pier in San Diego, trying to enjoy those last few moments together. Staying at a hotel just the two of you before he flew out the next day.

“Hmm probably all the boys…” he all but growls at that. “I’m kidding baby, you’re it for me.” Bringing his hand to your lips you leave a gentle kiss. “I’m mostly excited for the beach, I plan to do all of my studying on the sand…and in a few months you’ll be back here too.”

He hummed in response, he’d been quiet leading up to his departure.

“You okay, Nes?” You spun to stand in front of him, stopping his movements and wrapped your arms around him. “Talk to me.”

“Do you think I’m making the wrong decision? Going into the Navy.” He looks down at you, “my parents aren’t being very supportive…” you can feel the hurt “they haven’t really talked to me much. I don’t think they even plan to come to the airport with me when I leave.”

You could see the sadness in his eyes and it broke your heart.

“Nes, being a SEAL has been your dream for years. You’ve always wanted to do this.” You squeeze his middle tightly, “I hate the thought of being away from you, for what this career can bring, it scares me. But I am so proud of you and I’m excited for you to go after this dream.”

You take his hands in yours and continue, “you’ve supported me with wanting to be a lawyer, all the crazy classes and college courses I took in high school, the SAT prep, all the college applications, the amount of break downs I’ve had from stress, law school is my dream and you have and continue to support me in everything. Whether or not they are there for you, I always will be.”

He quickly moves his hands to your face and bends down leaving a gentle kiss on your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you grab his hand and you continue on your walk to the end of the pier. “And I can’t wait to see how fucking good you look in uniform.”

Smirking, “oh I’m going to look fine, baby.”

“Mmm I know you will, and I’m going to have to fight the bitches off of you.” He couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s my girl, ready to fight for her man.”

You made your way to the end of the pier, and you found a bench to sit on so you could watch the sunset.

You're curled up together, your legs across his lap. He gently ran his fingers up and down your legs as you rubbed the back of his neck.

“You haven’t even left yet and I miss you already.” You say as you move to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s going to be hard being away from you, but once I can be here I will be.” Running a hand through your hair he leaves a kiss to your forehead. “Promise me you’ll be here when I get back.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Nes. I'd wait forever for you.”

“Let’s head back to the hotel, I want true alone time with you for once,” standing he grabs your hands and helps you up.

“Carry me, I’m too tired to walk back.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes hoping to win him over.

Chuckling, “hop on.” he squats so you can climb on.

“Honestly Nes, I know it’s going to be a hard few months but I can’t wait to live here with you.” He gave your thighs a squeeze as he held onto you.

“I know me too, Hails.” He smiled over at you.

“We can really have our own life together, no parents to tell us what to do,” you lean forward leaving kisses along his jaw, “no brother keeping us from alone time.” You mumbled in his ear knowing he gets annoyed with his brother.

Chuckling, “Niko will probably move here to keep an eye on you.”

“You’re probably right.” Giggling, “I really can’t wait to have our life here together. You’re all my heart needs, baby.”

“You’re everything, Hails. Just a few months and it’s me and you here!”

You’re brought out of your memory by a phone call, realizing that you’ve been out here long enough for the sun to go down. It was Nestor

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Em got hurt, we are heading to the hospital in Santo Padre, meet me there.” Nestor hurried out, hanging up before you could respond.

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supercorpkid · 3 years ago

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Rescue Mission – Suicide Mission.

Part 3 - Whatever it costs.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Brainy x Reader, Eliza Danvers x Granddaughter!Reader.

Word count: 2950.

Warnings: Angst. Small panic attack -maybe?

Previously on the series - Part 1, Part 2

“Tell me all you know.” You ask Jamie, who seems to have come down from her shock state. “All of those things on your head. What was it for?”

“I’m not sure.” Jamie says, shivering from cold and from the memories. “Whatever it was, I think you stopped it just in time. They said not to kill, just to destroy.”

“Who’s they?”

“You. Her.” She points at Kara. “Mom.” She cries, and you feel like hugging her, but your Gramm already has her arms around Jamie in a comforting way, so you stay back waiting for the rest of the information. “I don’t know how many are there. I just know they have your faces.”

“How many did you see together?” You look at Kara and Lena, both knocked out next to you. “How many of us?”

“Two.” Jamie swallows hard. “I saw you and Kara together. Kara got Lena to the other room and I could-I could hear her terrified scream-” She stops. Heart beating fast. “There was nothing-nothing I could do. I swear, I couldn’t help her even if I wanted to, because you were tying me up on the chair. And I-I couldn’t-”

“Stop. Jamie, stop.” You drop your head low at the thought of that. You feel sickness coming from your stomach up your throat again. You hold it down. Tears forming on your eyes. This is all too much. And the fact the Brainy was wrong, it’s what sits worst on your stomach. They can impersonate you. They can hurt the people that you love using your face. “How did you know it wasn’t me?”

“I-I-” Jamie shrugs, biting her lower lip. “I just knew. I just-I know you.”

You get up from the floor and walk towards her. Your Gramm seems to understand this is a private moment between the both of you, because she moves a little farther away, making space for you. You get on your knees in front of Jamie, holding her tight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” You whisper, next to her ear, and Jamie tights the embrace.

“You got there. That’s all that matters.” She says and stops hugging you so she can look at your face. Jamie is holding back her tears, and you’re holding back yours. “I’m scared. You’re scared. And we’re just kids.”

You shake your head agreeing and she kisses your forehead, knowing you probably need this as a reassuring move, since both of your moms are down and can’t do that for you. You appreciate it, you actually needed it. You needed something, anything, to remind you of them.

“You go out there and you save the world.” You can see the anger in her eyes. It fills you with some, too. “You fucking tear them to pieces if you need to, but listen-” You nod, like saying she can go on. “You come back here. You come back here whatever it costs. Even if it costs the entire world’ safety, you fucking get back here. Do you hear me?”

“Jamie.” That's all you can say. You can’t agree to it. She knows you can’t.

“Don’t-” She sniffles and holds your face strongly in her hands. “Don’t you dare leaving me, you fucking dipshit.” You smile at her and agree with your head. “Promise me. I’m only leaving this place when you come back to pick me up.”

“I’ll come back.” You cry a little.

You stand up, looking at Jamie and your Gramm knowing they believe in you, so you have to believe in yourself too.

“Take care of them. I’ll be back with the rest of the family.” You nod at Jamie who smiles at you between her tears, proudly.

You fly to the DEO with a newfound strength, there are two people missing for this family to be complete, and you must get your aunts to safety before they can do what was promised. Destroying your entire family. You land on the DEO, and Brainy comes at you immediately.

“Finally! I think I’ve figured it out.” He says and you follow him to wherever he is heading. “As soon as Alex and Kelly arrived, I put them in containment.” He fills you in on what was going on at this end of things. “If we are dealing with a shapeshifter-”

“We are.” You interrupt him, and he agrees with his head.

“Well, if any of them is indeed a shapeshifter, we’ll find out about it now.” Brainy turns left and you see yourself at the DEO containment center. “The cells are equipped with a power blocker. I just have to-” He touches the screen next to Kelly's cell, and you can see her inside.

“Superkid!” She yells, running forward until she reaches the glass. “What is going on? Why am I locked up?”

“Let’s see if she is the real Kelly.” Brainy says, pressing a few more things and you see the cell turning blue. Kelly stays the same. “Um, it seems she is indeed the real Kelly.”

“Of course I’m the real Kelly! Who else would I be?” Kelly asks on the other side, and you nod at Brainy.

“Let her out.” You ask and he does so. Kelly comes to your side, and you squeeze her arm gently. “I’ll fill you in later.” You look back at Brainy. “Let’s see Alex.”

Brainy does the same procedure at Alex's cell, first she shows up in sight, asking what the hell is going on, later her cell turns blue and then… Then you see an alien appearing in front of your eyes.

“WHAT!” Kelly yells, hiding behind you, and you shake your head looking down.

“I guess we got it.” Brainy says and you hold Kelly’s waist.

“Not yet. There’s one more around. I’m bringing Kelly with me, find the real Alex, and I’ll be right back.” Kelly holds onto you tightly, knowing what you’ll do next.

“Wait-” Brainy says and you look back at him. “Where are you taking her?”

“To safety.” You smile, then fly away with her back to the Fortress. You barely open the door, and you see Jamie running towards Kelly with open arms.

“Mami!” They hug, and you leave them behind going to see your own moms. But halfway through where they are, you hear on your comm.

“Superkid! I found the real Alex. She is somewhere close to Kelly’s office.” Brainy’s voice comes again. “She’s not moving but seems to have a heartbeat.”

“I’ve got her.” You say, turning on your heels and flying out of the Fortress again.

One more. One more person to bring to safety and then you can go out and fight the shapeshifters.

You fly to where Kelly works and use your x-ray vision to try and locate Alex. It doesn’t take long for you to find her under the building. So you make your way down the sewage, to find her laying down all dirty, and minus the jacket you saw her earlier.

“Brainy, I found her. I’m bringing her with me, and I’ll meet you at the DEO as soon as you find a lead on the other shapeshifter.”

“Is she ok?” He asks through the comm.

“She seems to have fought them. She has a heartbeat and it’s breathing, but it’s injured.”

“Shouldn’t you bring her to the DEO?” Brainy asks and you hold your aunt thinking about it. She looks beat up, but you see there’s nothing broken. Despite some external hurt, and terrible smell, she looks fine.

“Not now.” You answer. “After we find the other one, I’ll bring all of them to care. Right now, find me the other shapeshifter so I can bring it to containment.”

“Copy that.”

You pick up Alex, holding your breath, and fly to Fortress fast so you don’t have to smell her. It’s terrible. You almost feel like you should drop her in the water for the stink to come out a little, before bringing her in, but now it’s not the time to care about this. You walk in the Fortress and everyone who is awake makes their ways towards both of you.

“Oh my God. Where did you find her? In the sewage?” Jamie says covering her nose, and you shake your head agreeing.

“Yes, that was exactly where I found her.” You put Alex on her two feet, even though she can’t stand, and soon Kelly and Eliza take your place, supporting her weight. You point at a door. “There’s a shower in there if you all would like to clean her up a little. Put her in warm clothes and I’ll bring the emergency kit supplies so we can try and patch her up.”

You find what you’re looking for, around the same time Eliza and Kelly make their way back to where your moms are laying down, with a cleaner but still bruised Alex.

“Here.” You give the kit to your Gramm. “This will have to do for now. But as soon as I get the aliens, we’ll take her to a hospital.”

“She’ll be fine.” Eliza says reassuringly to both you and Jamie. You shake your head agreeing.

“See.” Jamie says looking around, and you do the same, seeing your entire family with you, safe and sound. “I knew you could do it!”

You let out a loud relieved sigh. Yes, three of them are blacked out and completely incapable of helping you. The three you wish the most that would be awake to guide you through all of this. You wish Lena were awake to hug you and tell you she believes in you, and maybe come up with some invention to help you in this. You wish Alex were awake to help you with the fight that you feel in your heart that is coming. And you wish Kara were awake fighting side by side with you. But still, they’re here. Your family is safe. You can finally breathe again.

You make your way towards your moms, and sit between them, looking at both with a burn in your heart, wishing you could just do something to wake them up already.

Kara is looking a little better, her bruises are fading out a little, but she is still down. You look at Lena on the other side, slowly moving like she’s going to wake up. You pick her up, embracing her into your arms, holding her tightly while she mumbles something, eyes still shut.

“I’m here.” You whisper to her, trying to calm her racing heart. “You’re safe, mom. It’s ok. I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Lena opens one eye first, staring at you with distrust. “Who are you?”

“It’s me, ok?” You smile at her, stroking her cheek. “It’s really me, you don’t have to worry. You’re safe. You’re at the Fortress, with your family. You’re safe.”

Lena slowly blinks at you. It takes her a few seconds to talk again. “Who are you?”

“Mom. It’s me.” You say again. She must think you’re one of the shapeshifters trying to trick her into believing that she is safe. Your heart squeezes in your chest when you think that they must have hurt her deeply. “I promise you don’t have to worry. It’s really me, your daughter.”

“I don’t have a daughter.” Lena says, fighting out of your embrace and into a straighter position. She looks around confused. “I don’t have a family.”

“What?” You ask dumbfounded. “Mom, please. It’s me! And-and Kara!” You point at Kara behind you. “Your wife.”

“Don’t be absurd.” Lena says completely shocked by your revelation. “I don’t know who you are, or where I am. I just know we are not a family.”

It’s your time to blink slowly at her. What does she mean by that? How can she say you’re not her family?

“Aunt Kelly!” You yell, looking back at where the rest of the family is. She stands up and comes closer, kneeling down in front of Lena. “She doesn’t remember anything. Maybe-maybe it’s trauma?”

“I’m not traumatized!” Lena's response is harsh, as well as her tone. “I’m sure I have never seen any of you, and that this is not my family.”

Lena doesn’t stand up, she just looks around confused, holding herself probably from fear and cold. You look back at Jamie and Gramm with eyes filled with tears. You don’t want to cry in front of them. You slide yourself away from her, and get up in a hurry, stumbling your way out of the room you’re all in, and into an empty one.

This can’t be happening. Of all the things that could happen to you and your family, your mom not remembering you is probably one of the worst ones. You lay on the floor, the whole room seems to be spinning around, and you try to stand still even though your mind keeps running in circles around you. You feel everything inside of you twisting, there’s vomit coming up from your stomach. Your body is trembling, and you don’t think there’s anything to do with the cold.

This isn’t the right time for it. No, you can’t have a panic attack right now, not when everyone depends on you, not only your family but all National City. But then again-

You were too late! You made all the wrong decisions, it’s your fault! You had to go for Lena first. She is human, she was in a more dangerous condition. You also had to be there for Kara, because maybe if you were fighting alongside her, right now both of you would be awake dealing with this mess. Why couldn’t you be in both places at the same time?

It’s your fault. Lena doesn’t remember you and Kara, and it’s your fault! Kara will wake up and her wife won’t remember her, and how will you tell her that you made the wrong call? That you went for her first? She’s not going to forgive you and you-

Can you forgive yourself?

It all seemed to be working out just fine, you thought you actually got everyone to safety. You stupid little kid, somehow believed you could do this. You thought you could save your family and then defeat evil aliens. How could you be so stupid?

Your heat vision goes off, breaking the ice in front of you. You let out the most guttural scream you’ve ever done. Stupid little you, thought you were enough. Thought you could do what Supergirl does, what Superman does. When will you finally realize you will never be good enough?

You have your face screwed up and eyes clenched shut, and you can’t hear anything, anything but a tiny voice in the back of your brain.

“Not to kill. Just to destroy.”

That’s what they said. They don’t want to kill your family just destroy it, and Lena not remembering who you all are does just that. You let them win. They’ve won. It doesn’t matter if you fight them or not. You’re here sobbing, all alone, because they’ve won. They destroyed your family and you let them.

“Superkid.” You hear Brainy’s voice through your comm. “I found the other shapeshifter. Come to the DEO.”

“FUCKKKK!” It’s all you can scream. You can’t fight any freaking shapeshifter. Doesn’t he get it? Doesn’t anyone get it? You will never win, you never do. You mess things up, you let your mom get mind wiped. She doesn’t know you; she won’t hug you; she won’t say you can do it.

“Superkid!” Brainy voice comes again. “Do you copy?”

You breathe out, emptying your lungs, and you sit up, cleaning your wet cold face. It got worse, like you predicted. The situation definitely got worse.

“I copy.” You try to even your voice. “Keep monitoring them, I’m on my way.”

You get up, cleaning your wet super suit. It doesn’t matter if you think you can do it or not. Right now, you’re the only awake person that can at least try. So you must go on. You must, at least, fail. But you must try.

“I have to go.” You say when you return to where your entire family is. You look around, feeling your heart racing, and it’s hard to breathe. You wish you didn’t have to go. You wish you could stay here with them. You wish National City could save itself for once. You wish you weren’t a superhero at all. You wish your family were just another family. You wish your life were normal.

“If Kara wakes up, send her my way. I’ll need help.” You look down on Lena waiting for an encouraging word, but she has nothing but an empty look on her face. It hurts harder than a punch on your stomach.

“Honey.” Kelly holds your hand gently and gives you a little smile. “You can do it.”

“Look what you have accomplished already, sweetheart. You got all of us here, and we are all safe.” Gramm says and you look at Lena again. All of them, but one.

You agree with your head and make your way towards the exit. Jamie stands up and you look at her.

“Hey!” Jamie comes closer to you and shows you her little finger. “Whatever it costs, you’ll come back.”

Don’t promise it. Don’t do it. You can’t keep it and you know it.

“Whatever it costs.” You say, intertwining your little finger with hers. You give her a flat smile and walk outside. “I’ll save all National City.” You look at the Fortress door closing behind you, and you breathe deep, feeling all your courage leaving your body. “Whatever it costs.”

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Okay um, here goes nothing, could i request a Nsfw fic of makoto with a Dom! male!S/o (if not then just a Fem!S/o) who takes His anger Out thru Spanking Bic Mac, and one day he has a terrible day at Work, and Goes all out on Makoto when he gets home.

hiya flsjdfjfhsl thank you for the request fldkdgkgjsb

fun fact: this is my first time writing smut on this blog, but i do have experience writing it so no worries

this is gonna be fun to write >:]

side note: the request said nothing about actual se* but i wanted to write it anyway, so i will just warn you when the actual se* starts just in case that's not what you wanted!! other than that, there are a lot of suggestive themes beforehand, and if that's not what you wanted then i wouldn't mind rewriting it!!

***remember*** makoto naegi is an adult

CW: straightup smut, spanking, male reader, male anatomy, oral, fingering, anal, degradation, lil bit of fluff at the end

makoto x dom!male!reader

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everyone has those days that are just the absolute worst. frustrating people, frustrating jobs. though, not everyone has such a cute little toy at their disposal for when they have days like this. for you, work was much more difficult than usual this particular day. you had gotten in trouble for something another employee had done, and it was just this big mess. thankfully, you had only been reprimanded for it, but of course, the anger and frustration was still there. luckily, you knew just how your anger would find its release tonight.

before you began your drive home, you picked up your phone to text your boyfriend.

'had a bad day. you know what that means. be ready.'

after setting your phone down, you shifted in gear, and began the drive home. a deep sigh rumbled from your throat as your head was already filled with lewd images of what tonight would look like. halfway home, you felt your pants tightening around you, a bulge forming in your crotch. every image of your pretty little boyfriend gagging with your cock down his throat made you even harder, eager to get home. the ride was almost too long to bear, and by the time you had unlocked the door to your house, you were painfully hard and sweltering hot.

makoto was nowhere to be found, which probably meant he was already waiting for you in your room as you demanded. you slammed the door shut in eagerness and sexual frustration, letting him know you were home. you quickly strode towards your shared bedroom, welcomed by a blushing, naked makoto kneeling on the bed.

a smirk spread onto your face as you stepped towards him, shutting the door behind you. reaching out to ruffle his hair, you leaned into his ear. "good boy. you'll get a treat for that later. but for now, i need to take out my anger." the blush on makoto's cheeks spread rapidly as he furiously nodded. you settled onto the bed behind him, reaching your hands around his throat.

"are you ready?" you asked your small boyfriend, groping his perky round ass. with a nod, he bent over your lap. with a slight chuckle, you brought your hand up, then brought it down with full force, smacking his cheek. a loud, strangled cry rang from his lips, his legs already shaking.

"count," you growled into his ear, massaging his sore skin.

"one," he whispered, gritting his teeth.

you hit him again with the same amount of force, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips this time. "two!" he called out, panting as you brought your hand up yet again. by the third spanking, you noticed your boyfriend's dick had gotten hard, bouncing with every hit. your own bulge started throbbing under your clothing. you couldn't wait.

"you need more?" you asked him, pinching his bruised ass.

"p- please," his voice shook, a breathy moan falling out through his mouth as you spanked him again and again, each time earning a wince and a cry. by the time you reached fifteen, you decided he had enough, so you picked him up by the waist and sat him up next to you. a few tears had escaped his puffy eyes, but the moaning you heard earlier seemed to mean he was enjoying it.

**schmex starts hereee**

with a devilish grin, you grabbed his face harshly in your hand, bringing it towards your lips. your mouths crashed against each other in a sloppy, wet kiss. makoto whined into your mouth, his hands reaching for your clothed bulge. you grabbed his hand before he could touch you, squeezing it hard.

"did i tell you you could do that? do you want to be spanked again?" you whispered, causing a shiver to go down his spine. he shook his head, whimpering a little bit.

"please," he could barely meet your eyes, instead staring down at his knees. your eyes trailed down to his hardened dick that was practically begging for attention, precum leaking out the top of it's pink head.

"is that all you know how to say, slut? god, you're such a whore for me, yeah? you want me?" you teased, guiding him to kneel on all fours. he eagerly stared up at you, mouth wide open. taking your zipper into your hands, you slowly unzipped your pants, feeling a big freer. after sliding your pants off, along with your underwear, your hard cock springing free from it's cloth prison, almost hitting makoto in the face.

"suck," you commanded, glaring down at makoto.

you didn't have to tell him twice.

first, he licked up the length of your shaft, grabbing onto it. the sensation of his fingers grasping you like that sent an electrifying feeling up through your abdomen, earning a slight sigh from you. leaning your head back, you felt makoto take in your entire length between his lips, his thick saliva coating it as the inside of his throat bobbed around it. you finally let out a moan, as he gagged around you. but it wasn't enough.

you grasped onto makoto's hair, yanking it forward and thrusting your dick into his mouth, drowning out his cries with your moans as your length went in and out of him at rapid speed.

"you're doing such a good job for me baby, oh god yes," you praised him, thrusts slowing down as you felt a knot form in your stomach. suddenly, you took yourself out if his mouth, a long string of saliva pouring out through his lips, his tongue lolling out of the side. he was a bit gone after being throat-fucked like that. you gave him a light smack on his ass and he bounded back to life, whimpering.

"ass in the air, now," you demanded, hands on his hips. he complied immediately, silently getting on all fours, his ass poking up in the air. to prepare him, you reached for his mouth. "lick my fingers." he took them into his mouth graciously, covering them in his spit. you then brought your fingers up to his hole, rubbing it around the rim to tease him. he immediately clenched up, anticipating the pleasure.

"please, s/o!" he yelled out.

"you keep saying that. please, what?"

the blush returned to makoto's cheeks as he muttered. "please finger me," he shyly answered, clutching the bedsheets below him.

your middle finger penetrated him first, only halfway, before you pulled it out. for the millionth time that night, a smirk made its way onto your face as you continued doing just that, causing your boyfriend to squirm in front of you.

"you want my fingers so bad, huh? you want me to finger fuck you until you collapse? can my little slut handle that?" you teased, sliding in two fingers instead of one. makoto gasped, his hole clenching around them, a wet squelching noise coming from his ass as you pumped your fingers in and out, getting faster, and faster...

you added a third finger. his moans got louder, begging for release as your fingers came to a stop, deep inside him. you slowly pulled them out, making sure to leave him in agonizing desire, slapping his hole. he let out a yelp as you picked him up again, flipping him over on his back.

you took your cock eagerly, and rubbed the head around his hole, pushing it inside slowly. the two of you moaned in unison, his insides clenching around you, your dick throbbing with heat.

"oh yeah, you feel so good," you sighed, giving him a moment to adjust. makoto grabbed your hand, letting you know he was ready. with a low whine, you started thrusting yourself into him, hiking his legs up for more access. you watched his body bounce up and down as you forcefully pushed inside him, in and out, ruthlessly picking up the pace.

"fa- faster!" he screamed, moans echoing throughout the room as you grunted, in and out. once again, you felt that familiar knot in your abdomen, that feeling of something building up inside you. makoto screamed under you as he felt his climax build up as well, clenching around you as he cried.

finally, you felt you were about to come undone.

"i'm gonna cum, baby you're doing so good."

"i'm gonna cum too!"

with one last deep grunt, the knot came undone, your cum forcefully spilling out of your cock and into your boyfriend's little hole, all of your muscles relaxing after your release. shortly after, makoto's moans reached their loudest as his own liquids spilled out onto his stomach, his breathing raggedy and uneven. you grinned down at him, cupping his face in your hand. dragging your thumb across his cheek, you leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

"i love you makoto," you come back up from the kiss, pulling out of him. you marvel at the sight of him on his back, covered in your release, such a lewd face. since he looks tired, you get off the bed to go fetch a wet towel. you come back to find that his eyes are half closed, looking like he might fall asleep.

"go to sleep, baby," you reassured him, patting him on the head as you wiped up the mess all over his body. once he was clean, you tossed the wet rag into a basket, and laid down beside him. after draping the blankets over the both of you, you placed another kiss to his temple, before closing your eyes.

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that's all i have to say, just :0

kidding, i have more. uh,,, WOW. that was so fun to write, and i am by no means a makoto simp but even i was tingling a bit during that- okay tmi mod kyoko.

(i'm very sorry BAHAHA)

hope you liked it :]

-mod kyoko

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