#Instead of having to waste every ounce of every I have on trying to stay awake at work

[miscmagpie]

I'm so tired of being tired all the time

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (minimal), john being slightly troubled, alcohol, reader being slightly embarrassing.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5!! -part 6

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You wake up to the sun softly beaming in your room. Limbs stretching beyond the covers. You look around a little confused as to when you got back in your bedroom. Then it all came together. John, John leaves today.

You get out of the covers leaving your bedroom hoping he’s still there but of course to your disappointment he’s gone. You head to the kitchen knowing at least there will be a note. 

Good morning doll, I thought of waking you but decided against it, though I might regret it. The movie was good, you seemed to really be enjoying it also:) Here's the phone number of a friend in case any problems arise. Next time I’m back I hope to see another painting - John 

(xxx-xxx-xxxx) - nick

You stare at it trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. So you fold it and put it in the kitchen drawer. Although John was an awfully quiet roommate you could feel the weight of his absence. The cold floor beneath your feet has grown warm for how long you’ve stood there. You make your way towards the front door deciding that an iced coffee and a long drive with music will rid you of this feeling you can’t decipher it feels like want but in a way it’s also need but what is it you want and need? Not even you could answer that question.

Long story short you think it made the feeling intensify.

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1 month in

You’ve booked your schedule full leaving not an ounce of time for yourself. From the morning till night you had clients which were good for money but really it was a distraction for your mind. That same feeling felt like it was running into new veins every day seemingly consuming you. 

You tried to start a new painting but something was off about the color scheme and it was a waste not only of time but material and energy. You wonder how John is.

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2 months in

No problems have arisen since he’s been gone. It's like the house knows you’ll call the expensive plumber instead of John’s friend. 

However you have started a painting you are beginning to like. It’s a mix of hues you’ve never used before blues and oranges, a flame. You don’t know where or why the idea came to you but it’s what you wanted so you started it. A single candle is the outline, and the surrounding of it is the orange yellowish aura of a flame. You tried making ratatouille the other day and although it was good you wished it was made out of pepperonis like your childhood mind had imagined. You forgot there was no longer anyone to finish left overs so you ate it for three days straight.

Also you bought a new rug.

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3 months in

You’ve begun putting the final laminate on the painting. It’s taken you far longer than it would’ve if you hadn’t accepted 15 new clients. Not that you mind anyways. 

You’re also a little ambivalent to the idea of John paying for 6 months of rent when he doesn’t even live here during it. 

Besides that life seems stagnant and you’ve begun to lock your bedroom door at night again. 

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4 months in

The painting now hangs a foot away from where the other one in front of John’s door does. It’s a beautiful contrast and really you were overjoyed at the outcome. You also randomly decided it’d be a good idea one night after too much wine to order new furniture for the outside deck. When it arrived you were one in disbelief of all the building pieces and and two excited to have something more to do. 

You should've stayed up the night John left.

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5 months in  

Redecorating the deck wasn’t enough change. You needed a makeover physically but couldn’t decide how. Maybe a tattoo? No. New makeup? No. How about a haircut?  Fuck it, yes. 

So you did just that, you got a few almost unnoticeable highlights and chopped a good amount off. After the fact you were obsessed. Was it impulsive and could it have gone so horribly wrong, yes. But did it? No. 

———

6 months in 

John’s still not back and it’s all you could think about. What if something happened to him? What if he wasn’t coming back? You worried yourself sick so much so you physically became sick. 

You waited week by week for anything, maybe he’s back on base but just hasn’t come back home yet. But something was telling you it was more than that. 

———-

7 months in 

At this point worrying wasn’t going to make him appear. Your hobbies have now turned into distractions. So tonight you sit in the living room with a glass of wine and watch another rom com. You’re as comfy as can be in this cold brutal weather. It stays below 30 degrees Fahrenheit during this time of year and the snow bites at any unclothed skin. 

You fall asleep to the small hum of the heater while on the couch. Thick blanket thrown across you and tv playing as background chatter. 

You don’t know when you wake but it’s still dark outside when you hear someone that sounds distressed. Your groggy mind isn’t processing that the sound is coming from inside the house. But when it does you're up in a second looking around as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness. 

“Fuck!” You hear from down the hall. John’s room.

You walk quietly towards it as he continues to chant that word. Suddenly it falls silent and you just hear what sounds to be deep breaths. You don’t know what wills you to knock, but you do. 

“John, are you okay?” You ask softly from behind the closed door. He doesn’t respond but you know he’s in there from the quiet but quick breathing. 

“No.” He says with that familiar deep drawl.

You open the door slowly to see him sitting on the floor near the corner of his bed clearly distressed. You take notice of the mess wondering how you slept through the making of it. There’s glass from somewhere on the floor and clothes strewn but when you look at him your heart breaks. He’s in full uniform, vest on, belt with equipment on, as if he didn’t stop anywhere. Just came straight here. His hair has grown out to an odd length and his beard has grown longer. 

“I can’t get this fucking vest off.” He interrupts your thoughts looking at you with a sense of sorrow. You kneel to where he is careful to avoid glass. His eyes don’t glance up to meet yours; they stay fixated on his hands that are covered in dirt.

“May I?” You gesture towards the plastic buckles on the vest. He nods and you start with the two at his shoulders. Then you reach down his chest to undo the two near his belt buckle. You realize it must be connected somewhere in the back when it doesn’t come off. He leans forwards as you look trying to avoid the bloodstains that taint the once green vest and sure enough the tiniest but mightiest buckle is on the center of his lower back. He shrugs it off with a sigh. 

“Better?” You ask softly.

“Yeah, Thankyou.” He slowly tilts his head back to lean on the comforter and you don’t move an inch. 

“What can I do?” Truthfully you’ve never been in a situation so unbearably awkward but so unwilling to just leave.

“Just sit here with me.” So you do. You scoot right next to him and lean your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t admit it but the nights he slept in cold frost biting weather the thought of returning to your warm presence got him through.

“He almost died.” His voice gives out at the end of that sentence.

“Who?” 

“Johnny, it would’ve been my fault. One second later and they would’ve put a bullet through his skull.”

“But he’s okay?” You know John loves his team even though he doesn’t outwardly say it.

“He’s perfectly fine.” 

“Worrying about what could’ve been will kill you.” 

“Sometimes I feel like that’s what I deserve for some of the things I’ve done.” 

“If not you it would be someone else making the world a better place.” 

“I know.” 

You sit there with him for a while in silence. He can barely believe he made it back alive but right now the battle feels worth it. He hears soft snores not too long later and realizes you’ve fallen back to sleep. His head leans to rest above yours as he closes his eyes. He knows sleep won’t come to him but he’s never had you this close and for now he’ll cherish it.

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When you woke up again the sun had risen and a golden glow lit John’s room. 

“John.” You whisper trying not to move your head in case he’s sleeping.

“Yeah doll.” He lifts his head to look at you.

“I’m so sorry.” You feel slightly embarrassed and bad that you just fell asleep on him.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He sighs before standing on his feet with a groan then offering you hand to help you up.

“I’m going to shower.” He says as you dust yourself off.

“After can I give you a haircut?” He laughs a little at your not so subtle realization of his long hair..

“If you’d like.” 

“I’d love.” You say before leaving, assuring him you’d be back when he's done.

You pick up your mess from the previous night. Folding your blanket and putting it back in the basket near the couch. Taking your wine glass to the sink and rinsing it out. You go to your room and change into an outfit for the day and do your morning routine. After you grab your shears, clippers and cape. By the time you're done doing all of this you no longer hear the water running meaning John’s done with his shower. You knock on his door lightly.

“Come in.” You walk in to see him sweeping up his mess with the small house broom and can’t help but smile at the sight. 

“Come on, let's cut your hair in the bathroom, better lighting and you can see what I’m doing.” You say heading straight there. You sit him on the little bathroom bar stool that’s been in there since your ex moved out. Once he’s sitting the only cape you have is pink so you throw it on him begging yourself to not laugh which you fail causing him to smirk. 

“Okay so I’m just gonna clean it up, fade the sides a very little, cut the top with shears and what not.” You let him know.

“You cut your hair?” He replies, staring at you through the mirror.

“Yeah so?” You smile.

“I like it, it looks good.” You feel that feeling only johns been able to provoke.

“Thankyou.” You begin the cut, slowly combing out sections making sure to be precise. He seems far more relaxed than you’d imagined as you just freely cut at the top. After the matter once you're satisfied you shave the sides a little just enough to where it looks cleaner. 

“Can I do your beard and mustache?” 

“You're the hairstylist, not me?” Is all he says. 

So you do, very carefully, mere inches away from his face your hands hold one side of his jaw softly to trim the other side. He watches your expression intently. The way when you’re focused there’s a crease that forms between your eyebrows and your pupils blow a little wide.

“All done.”  You say pulling him from his trance. You move his face with your hands really checking to make sure all is well.

“Very handsome.” You compliment before turning around to rinse your shears and put them away. 

“Thank You doll.” He says examining it himself in the mirror thoroughly pleased with how well you did even though he knows you don’t cut men’s hair. He doesn’t notice you grab his beard oil from the cabinet till you're smoothing it between your hands and asking him to face you so you can rub it through the coarse brown hair. Ever the nurturer.

It feels like time apart only made you two feel closer somehow. Or maybe it’s because you wanted to be close and those feelings were equally reciprocated. 

The rest of that day John had loads of paperwork to file, sign and report. So he did that, he sat in his office for long hours going through the process. The only thing that slightly lightened this burden was your voice humming in the kitchen as you cooked something. You’d stopped by and offered him some which he gladly accepted from your giving hands. Hours later you bid him a goodnight and went to bed and even then he had so much more left.

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The next day you catch John in the kitchen and tell him there’s something you must show him.

“So you built it all yourself?” He says as you show him your little project you did outside. There’s a thick coat wrapped around you as you don’t fully step outside to avoid slipping on the icy ground. Him though, he stands on it with no problem in what looks like military issued boots. 

“Yes I did.” You say proudly despite his clear disdain.

“I missed you, even your stubbornness.” After the months John’s been through there was no point in hiding the way he was feeling.

“I missed you too.” You smile while clearly avoiding his gaze.

How had he missed this all along?

“Would you like to go out for drinks?”

“What?” You turn around to meet his eyes.

“Can I take you out for drinks?” What being mere inches away from death does to a man.

“Yeah.” 

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You both silently walk away trying to break the bounds of the tense pull that makes you want to gravitate towards each other. You put on something cute but also warm and slip on some brown doc martens as your choice of shoe. You do light makeup as you give yourself a pep talk.

“Only two drinks, only two drinks.” You have to tell yourself cause after two your too you. 

You hear John putting his shoes on by the hallway and take in the sight of him, brown leather jacket and beanie. You’re not sure how he’s going to stay warm in that but something tells you he will.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod nervously.

-

“Okay, hold on, I have to do this really slow or I’ll fall.” You say stepping slowly out onto the ground below the porch stairs. 

“Well come here I’ll help you.” He offers his hand. You grab it softly, swooning at the way it encompasses your own. There’s something inside of him that doesn’t even want you to risk walking on this floor but of course he also doesn’t want to push. 

“Okay nice and slow.” You’re not even taking full steps, just small slides. You clutch his hand for dear life and he loves it. 

“Good girl.” He says once you reach the door of his truck which he opens for you. He doesn’t let go till you sit inside then only does he slip his hand from your warm one and closes the door. 

“Which pub?” You ask as he turns on the heater only for your sake.

“The one downtown near the little Italian grocer.” You know exactly which one he’s talking about. Its dim light atmosphere is cozy but fun but usually full of mainly couples.

“Mkay.” You say looking out the window at the gloomy sky realizing it just might rain. 

He glances your way during the small drive, your scent of your floral perfume mixed with his of cardamom and musk is quite perfect. 

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, just comfy, you?” He grins at your response.

“Never been better.”

He pulls into one of the street parking spots and despite the weather the streets are full, he gets out to put coins inside the slot for time before heading to your side of the car. 

“Wait, I'm scared.” You say realizing that the distance to the bar doesn’t seem to be a survivable one. 

“Come on, I'll hold your hand.”

“I’ll fall regardless.”

“Want me to carry you?” He genuinely offers.

“What?” You laugh. 

“Doll I’m very serious I will carry you, just get on my back.”

“What if we both fall?” 

“I’m not falling, trust me.” He says turning around motions for you to get on his back.

“Okay then.” You hook your legs around his upper waist and his arms reach to tuck themselves firmly beneath your knees.

“Comfortable?” He asks. He’s sure you can hear his heart racing from the proximity you’re in. 

“Very.” All your dreams of climbing this man have come true. 

You shut the door as he steps onto the sidewalk. You tuck your chin in by his neck for warmth. He smells woodsy with a hint of musk, it makes your head spin.

“How are you not slipping?” You say very suspicious.

“Doll I could run on this floor with these boots on.” He answers looking slightly over his shoulder at you.

“Well don’t.” You say seriously and he laughs as he approaches the bar, opening the door and setting you softly on the floor. 

He finds you both a booth in the corner and sits on the side where he can see the entire bar, very John of John.

“What do you drink?” He asks, trying to make conversation. Suddenly the air feels very intimate, almost too intimate for what he considers his old man heart.

“When I’m out, martinis.” 

“Espresso?” 

“Mhmm.” You’re trying your hardest to hold the eye contact he’s giving you but something about the blue in his eyes and creases on the side of them has you breaking it quicker than it started.

“I’ll be back then.” He says sliding out of the booth feeling slightly accomplished.

You sit there looking at the lively pub, how many romances are at their peak here, how many friends are having the best night of their lives, how you amongst them are finally feeling like you again. 

“Here we are.” He says returning with two glasses, his is a classic bourbon with a square ice cube in the glass.

“Thankyou.” You say as he slides it over to you.

“So what’d you do while I was gone, other than be reckless and build furniture.” He asks as you sip from your glass.

“I did lots of hair, painted a bit, found new color schemes for decor and that’s kinda it, I’d ask you the same question but I fear you can’t answer.” 

“Your fears are true.”

“That Kate woman, she's very pretty.” Are you a little jealous?

“Yeah she’s also very married.” He says it like he doesn’t know what you're on about.

“And also not into men.” You nearly choke on your drink and swallow hard to get it down.

“Well I was just saying.” Sure you were.

You two have small chatter as you go through drinks. You tried to offer the second round but John said no for you to just stay in your seat. He came back with thirds and you definitely were starting to feel the effects of the previous two, him though not at all.

“So you’re telling me John you as very um good looking as you are haven’t had a girlfriend in how long?” 

“Eight years.” He says while being very amused with your light hearted, open attitude.

“That’s just not right.”

“No?” 

“No, personally, well never mind.” You’re not drunk enough to say what you were about too.

“What about you, why no boyfriends?” 

“I’m very, I would say needy I guess clingy even, I’m a double texter, someone who worries and loves too much and I think that can be overwhelming for a lot of people.” You admit.

“Don’t believe that.” He says, sounding a little annoyed.

“For the right person you could never be overwhelming.” He says looking at you intensely and this time you can’t seem to look away.

Once your third drink is finished it’s raining outside and you’re words away from trouble.

“John?” 

“Yeah doll.”

“You make me feel alive again.” You admit, the alcohol has casted a pretty shade of pink on your cheeks as you lean your head on your hand and John doesn’t think he’s ever been more entranced. 

“You and me both, here drink some water.” He slides it to you. You’re sweet, too sweet. He feels like if he touches you physically or emotionally he’d be tainting art.

“Has anyone told you you're very climbable?” 

“It’s time for us to get going, you're quite the light weight.” He laughs offering you a hand as you slide off the booth.

He leaves a tip on the table before walking with you to the door. He has to bend far more than he normally would for you to secure yourself on his back before he’s walking outside. This time he’s walking faster because of the rain droplets that are falling hard. He seats you in the car and reaches across you to buckle you in before heading to his side. 

The drive home is pretty quiet, he drives extra slowly because of the precious cargo he carries. Once he pulls back into the gravelly drive way you unbuckle and open the door as he puts the car in park. 

“You don’t want to wait for me.” He asks, a little concerned.

“I got this.” You hop out of the elevated truck immediately slipping and having to grab onto the door. He walks quickly to your side laughing at the expression on your face.

“You sure do.” He says as he grabs your arm

“Oh stop it.” You say accepting the help, sliding your feet on the ice again till you get to the door. Once you get inside you groan into the toasty air. 

“Thankyou for tonight John.” You say facing him once you kick your boots off. You hadn’t realized how close you were till you turned around and could feel the heat radiating off of him and smell the bourbon on his breath. 

“No, thank you.” He says feeling awfully captivated, hanging onto your every move. You cup his face and stand on your tippy toes, boldly yet slowly placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. 

He’s starstruck. Absolutely dazed at the look of mischief in your eyes, something that tells him you know exactly what you’re doing to him. 

“Goodnight John.” You say patting his chest and walking down towards your room.

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I couldn't wait till tommorrow i'm sorry.

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Change My Mind [1]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 5k

haha heyy I'm back after a year. Still suffering from writer's block so here's the start of a series I created during it, forcing myself to actually write. There's no set schedule but I'll try my best to do it weekly. That is all and pre-save Neva Play :DD

MASTERLIST || Next>>>

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Maybe you should've cut off your mother before you went past the age for mark appearances.

If you had then maybe you wouldn't be suffering with the overcompensating rant about an unfortunate man and his bare minimum achievements.

What are you, Bangtan's—The current biggest boyband in the world—makeup artists since their era of wearing thick eyeliners to convey their passion and emo inspired hairstyles, doing, listening to someone's so-called gratifying achievements?

Staring at the source of the grating voice babbling nonsense, you refrain yourself from letting out a heavy sigh.

Jeong Binwoo is a stout man. His roundness is enhanced by the fact that he's an inch or so shorter than you on a good day. His face reminds you of a dumpling, especially now that he's stuffing it with a handful of greasy fries in quick successions. Despite his full mouth, he kept on speaking and you swore a few stray blobs had landed on your plate.

You've only just a week and a half before the start of their tour in Seoul and here you are wasting your time sitting in front of a man whose awareness is limited to only himself when you could've been at work or binging some stupid cliche drama.

Maybe you should've listened to Namjoon's statistical analysis of your dates this year and never bothered going to this meeting as well.

Your mother's recommendations so far had never brought you a man decent enough nor carry an ounce of respect your father has for your mother. Why you still try and date them is a question you've asked yourself one too many times.

His rant was the standard overcompensating life story of a man unfortunate enough to be given an ugly mug and an even uglier fate. A conversation topic you've been subjected to far more often than you'd liked but still smooths out your brain every time you're forced to listen to it. It might not be but it must've been an hour already since he started listing out the same adult milestones he achieved in his 28th year—you've done the same at a younger age, 20 to be exact.

Binwoo reached for your fries shamelessly when his fingers found his bowl empty and you couldn't stop yourself from grimacing this time. 

He was actually decent , compared to the other guys you've met before whose mouth spouted bullshit even the devil himself would gasp at. The man actually bought you a gift and opened and held the door for you.

'How disturbing that you think the bare minimum is a sign of a good man, noona.' A voice suspiciously sounding like Namjoon echoes in your head and you sighed for the nth time that afternoon.

If you weren't so weak against your mother's wishes, you would've been doing work instead of putting up with horrid dates over and over again. You'd willingly take on styling an energetic Jungkook at 6am trying to dodge your brushes and play fights with them then sit in front of another insecure man.

A clang of a metal utensil making contact on the tile took your attention to the two men sitting a few tables in front of you. Suddenly, you're reminded of the lovely bodyguards who have volunteered to watch the mess that is your love life for lunch.

You caught one of their gaze when he looked over his shoulder, pitiful, before kicking his friend's leg and picking up his phone.

Immediately, a vibration rang from your bag and you checked the message as discreetly as you could.

            [13:24] Mimi: I feel so bad for you, noona. Is this really how guys are like these days?             [13:24] Mimi: It's appalling how he thinks finally getting his own space at 28 is impressive.             [13:24] Tete: do you need help? Please say yes, I don't think I can sit through the whole date and hear this bull.             [13:25] Tete: Just seeing it is mentally scarring enough, I can't imagine how you're feeling as the one that has to actually listen.

"Hey, are you still listening? I hope I'm not talking too much." A voice interrupts before you could reply.

Looking up from your phone, Binwoo's face now displayed a sheepish smile, the smear of ketchup on the edge of his lips not going unnoticed. His greasy hand had reached behind his head to scratch the back of his nape and you had to gather every strength in your body to not grimace when the same fingers he ate with met scalp.

You try not to notice how oily and stiff his hair already looked. You really tried.

You shook your head despite wanting it all to end for the sake of appearing respectful and the man immediately continued his empty boasting, the same hand he scratched his neck returning to claw down at your fries without another thought and immediately your phone pings again.

            [13:29] Mimi: did he just              [13:29] Mimi: did he just eat with the same hand he scratched with? On your plate of fries?             [13:29] Mimi: I'm gonna barf             [13:30] Mimi: Please free us from this torture, noona. My heart can only take so much             [13:30] Tete: Screw this, we're going back. I can't do this anymore

A screech of a chair being dragged through tile took your attention back to the masked men in front of you and saw the tall and imposing form of Taehyung marching towards your table, brown beanie hiding his dyed hair and a black mask covering half of his face.

"The fucking gull you have to show your face here after you ran away with my heart last week!"

You sigh internally and hope he's not about to choose an embarrassing trope to follow through this time.

If he takes on another dramatic golden-spooned CEO character who throws tantrums when he can't do or get what he wants, you might just stab yourself with the butter knife next to you. Witnessing and being on the receiving end of his tantrums, even if it's acting, in such a public place like the park once is enough.

With a silent wish that Tae has picked a good trope to follow this time, you followed his lead.

Comically widening your eyes, your gaze bounced from Taehyung and Binwoo with a mystified look before sputtering out a reply.

"Wo-Wooyoung! I thought you went back to the states! How's being home again feels like?"

"Is this how you're gonna be? You're just gonna act like everything's alright after you took my youth ?!"

A couple of gasps erupted from the guests around you, in the seas of scandalized reactions there's a burst of hushed giggles from one guy in black from a particular table and you refrain yourself from glaring at his ducked head and shaking shoulders. The phone pointed in your direction didn't go unnoticed, no doubt recording it all from start to finish to send to the group chat as he always does.

Ever your biggest supporter.

At this point, everyone in the restaurant is looking at the three of you. A glance at Binwoo told you of how close you are to freedom. The man has hunched his shoulders, shrinking into himself, trying to disappear from the public gaze while his eyes busied itself by tracing the details on the tiles. He has long stopped from eating now as he hangs his head in embarrassment, ashamed to be associated with you.

"Hey, I'm sorry man. I didn't know you were like that, in your profile it said that you were experienced in hammering."

"I do woodworking, of course I'm amazing at it!"

You hear a dull thud erupt from two tables over. At the edge of your eyes you see Jimin hitting the table with a closed fist, his giggles a little louder; enough to gather a few confused eyes but quiet enough to limit the range to the patrons next to him.

"I-I'm so sorry."

Binwoo flushes before darting out, towing his black suitcase that looked suspiciously light, away from the eyes of everyone in the restaurant and relief floods your body, muscles relaxing as you watch his form disappear behind the partition between the tables and the exit.

You stare up at Taehyung to find him already looking back at you with crinkled eyes past the dim shades he was wearing, his cheekbones poking above the mask as he smiled.

With your date finally out of the shot, Jimin's laughter explodes into loud cackles of a mad man as he stands, stumbling before he manages to approach you both. When he was close enough, he latched onto Tae's arm to stabilize himself as he held up his phone with the camera app open. Immediately, everyone's displeasure echoed in the room at the implication that the intense scene they just witnessed was a part of a vlog.

Despite how much of a spur of a moment their plan seemed, the duo has managed to construct a simple start and conclusion to their plan and you couldn't be more proud of your smart boys.

Taehyung turned to the mass and bowed.

"I'm sorry for disrupting everyone's afternoon, I was just saving my sister from a bad date and decided to make a vlog out of it. We're really sorry." Taehyung exclaimed.

The disturbed patrons' voices grew louder and angrier, a few attempting to approach your little group to possibly get physical.

Next thing you know, Tae's grabbing the paper gift bag your date has given you earlier before reaching to your and Jimin's hand and pulling you both out of the restaurant at full speed with a wide grin, leaving behind indignant screams of 'YA!' . You couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest as you three raced down to the stairs, taking the safer and the long way down. You'd regret the decision later once your age kicks in and the ache on your knees comes but the thrill thrumming under your skin keeps you occupied.

They'd probably ban you from ever entering the establishment but for now, you could care less, the place felt too pretentious for you anyways.

The laughter didn't stop even when you entered Taehyung's car, your joined delight bouncing off the small space and when it ceased, a satisfied silence followed. You and Jimin sag to your seats as the giggles die down, arms clutching your stomachs while Taehyung hunches over the wheel.

Even with how ridiculous the youngest decides on how to go about destroying a date, you couldn't deny the overflowing gratitude you hold for the guy for selling his dignity. Although as an idol with an interesting internet background, you doubt he still has one.

"Wow, that went better than I expected."

"I'm never taking you both to my dates again."

Jimin rolled his eyes at you, lips tugged into a grin. "You say that and take us anyways."

"I'm so glad Tae didn't pull another jealous CEO persona, I was so embarrassed that day!"

"Hey! I still got you out so it's not that bad!" Tae protests, turning to the both of you on the backseat. "At least I didn't act like an embarrassing ex that cried and begged on his knees by the outlook!"

Jimin's swat was quick and Tae hissed and gasped dramatically, cradling his arm as if it was broken by the slap.

"Now he's trying to hit me!"

"Nonetheless, we did so well ruining your dates this month, noona. I think we deserve some reward." Jimin's lips tugged up into a sly smile, eyes glimmering with mischief as he suggestively raised his eyebrows.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Before you returned home, you had Tae stop by the nearest grilling restaurant to treat the two of them to a couple of orders of meat. If Jimin looked like a kicked puppy upon realizing you've misinterpreted his words, you didn't say anything.

In your defense, he didn't specify what he wanted. Even if he did, you wouldn't have entertained his flirty jokes.

Not a minute longer since the three of you had seated yourselves at a secluded corner at the far back of the restaurant did Jimin's phone ring. You didn't have to look at the screen to know it was Jungkook, ever so eager to hear about how his hyungs managed to scare off your date this time.

He treats it like he was watching those public prank videos on the internet but instead of random targets, it was your dates.

When the video call loads in, you are met with the sight of Jungkook and Jin sharing half the screen while the stylists hands tend to their hairs, stuck deciding between leaving a strand astray from their elevated fringes or keeping it neat.

"Hyung, did you manage to do what you were telling me last time?"

Taehyung grinned. "You should've seen how they all reacted!"

As Taehyung recalled the event with exaggerated movements and expressions—with Jimin adding his extraordinarily unique perspective every now and then—the plates full of meat to grill and bowls of rice you ordered came. Immediately, they were recognized by the waitress who bowed her head at them before shyly asking for an autograph. If you felt her eyes burning a hole through your skull throughout the encounter, you pretend not to notice.

You've introduced yourself as their make-up artist early on in their career, sneaking into their hearts with behind-the-scenes photographs of their idols. A few photographs in exchange of their respect which the boys and the company allowed. Even then, you wouldn't be able to avoid exchanges like these.

Once the waitress was gone, the boys continued to delight the others with their tales. They laughed and expressed their disgust, picking apart your date piece by piece down to his last molecule but as they continued noting down their observations, you started to feel that they're making up random facts out of spite.

Like, what do you mean you saw the guy kept wiggling in his seat to subtly scratch his ass? How did you even see that, Jimin?

But due to them sneaking out to be your guard dogs, they were called to return soon by an unimpressed Namjoon who took over the phone call at some point, threatening them with Hoseok who just laughed in response. You didn't miss the opportunity to rub your week-long rest in their faces with a smile when Taehyung and Jimin tried pouting their way out of punishment.

They ended up being given the chance to at least finish their food before they're given the countdown when Jimin bribed them with takeout.

"Come with us to drink that memory away instead, noona! Hyung and I are better drinking buddies anyways."

You waved Hoseok off. "I don't think Sejin would appreciate me distracting you guys more than I already do."

"Look into my eyes and say that you don't want to drink the memory away!" Yoongi said matter-of-factly from somewhere in the background.

"We won't even drink much, promise!"

"Stop lying to yourself, Hoba. We know you'd tap out after the third glass."  Jin snickered.

"Hey, I've changed! I can do four now."

Before you could further shoot his idea down, your phone flashes open with a ring displaying your mother's name and your heart drops. As if sensing the change in the air, their heads perked up to look at you.

You knew she'll contact you eventually but seeing her name on the screen glare back at you, a shiver wracks down your spine.

"Who is it?" 

"It's my mom."

Jimin and Taehyung gasped, shushing the people on the other line like kids trying to hide a stray pet from their parents who came home as you answered the call.

"Hello my dearest daughter, tell me why the hell did Binwoo's mother just call me to tell me that you've been going around stealing people's youths?! I don't remember raising you to be such a person!"

Despite not having the call on speaker, her rage is loud enough for the other two to hear. Instead of sending pitying looks towards you like a proper friend should, they were grinning and trying to stop themselves from cackling. Your mother's screeching evolved into rapid fire scolding with barely any breathing in between, sending your companions into silent laughter.

You could only glare as Taehyung threw his head back as he guffawed noiselessly while Jimin had hunched over the table, his shaking shoulders being the only indicator that he too was laughing.

Kicking them both under the table, you gathered the courage to interrupt your mother so she could breathe.

"Mom, it was just a friend who wanted to save me from Binwoo."

"A friend?!? A friend my foot! He must be an-uh what do you call it these days—a friend with benefits! Here I thought you've been busy fussing over those Bangtan boys to fool around!"

At this, their ears perked up, attention falling to yours.

"God! If you just started dating them then I wouldn't have to stress myself over finding you a husband!"

Taehyung sobers up, playing with the meat on the grill as he whispers. "Oh I wish auntie but noona is too professi—ow!"

Your foot swiftly connects with his shin and Taehyung hunches over the table, hand disappearing down to cradle his foot.

"I assure you, Mom, if you've seen how he acted, you'd thank your daughter for dodging such a disgusting guy. He didn't even ask me permission to eat my fries!"

"Aishhhhh! If you were here I would've hung you upside down in a sack outside our house! God, I'm gonna have a cardiac arrest because of you!"

"The guy is really my friend, mom! It's the same guy who interrupted my dates before. Remember the crazy CEO?"

"I know I know! But with how picky you are, you'll end up alone! I know you're trying to wait for your soulmate but you're 26 now! You're way past the maximum marking age!"

Taehyung and Jimin fall silent as an awkward silence settles between your group, continuing to place their pork into the leaves and engulfing them almost meekly; almost because the way they ate the wrap is far from graceful.

You've known that for a year now, accepted your fate but the reminder made your heart ache. Imagine how it was for a hopeless romantic, who dreamt of fated meetings and whimsical red strings on your pinkie, to find out that they're untethered. Even then, a small part of you, a much younger version, keeps hoping for a chance that you're just a late bloomer.

Who wouldn't want true love for themselves?

Even a solitary man would crave affection.

"I-I know that. But you can't expect me to settle for less, you wouldn't want to see your dear daughter in a miserable marriage do you?"

There's a deep sigh from the other line and you could imagine your mom pinch the bridge of her nose before she spoke:

"I'm just worried, I hope you understand. I'm not getting any younger. Your older brother and sister already have their own family and seeing them happy while you're still on your own, it hurts this old woman's heart, you know?"

There's a quick succession of dull thuds from across the line and you assumed your mother was hitting her chest with her fist, ever the dramatic.

Jimin flips the newly added meat on the grill, taking the cooked strips to distribute between yours and Taehyung's bowl. It was such a small gesture yet it made your stomach flutter for a second. Always the caring and golden hearted boy you've met years ago that never hesitated to give you hugs and make you smile either with exaggerated movements or from touch alone.

If only there's more Jimin in the world, you would've been married a long time ago and you wouldn't have to deal with your mother's horrible matchmaking.

You sighed. "I know, I'm trying my best so don't worry too much."

"That's my youngest. Now, since you're trying, I have another—"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Mom, please."

"I swear this guy is better. He's a lawyer, 30 years old, and he's got a penthouse!"

There's a shrill ding! from your phone and you turned to look at your screen to find yourself staring back at a picture of the suitor your mother was just talking about. In a blink, Jimin and Taehyung have teleported  behind you with side dishes in hand as they peered over your shoulder to look at the photo.

The picture was roughly cropped and showed a man in a tailored black suit leaning against what looks like his mother from how similar the shape of their eyes and lips are. He had his coat hanging from his arm, giving you a full view of how his chest and shoulders filled out his white button up. With a narrow and refined jawline, topped off with good hair waxed into a small quiff and a pair of sunken dimples on each side of his bowstring lips, as an idol's makeup artist, you wondered how it is possible for him to be single.

But what distracted you more was how your mother has sent you someone visually appealing instead of the challenged men she had recommended to you. It's making the ends of the hair on your arm stand up.

It's new and it's creeping you out.

You make a mental note to ask your father about her strange behavior.

"His name is Yoo Guwon, isn't he good looking? His mother and I met at the salon by the market in front of your aunt Jia. I saw him once and he looks exactly like he does in that picture!"

"He looks good."

A hiss following a slap muted by thick clothing erupted from behind you, looking over your shoulder, you see Taehyung staring at Jimin with a shocked and betrayed expression.

"What are you doing?! You're supposed to be against this!"

"Well now that you've mentioned it," Jimin hums, crossing his arms as he leaned closer over your shoulders. "He does look like a manipulator. He has the eye and facial structure for it."

You turned to him with a puzzled expression. "What do you even mean—"

"No no no wait, I can see what you mean." Taehyung butts in, narrowing his eyes as he also inched closer to the screen on the other side of your face before reaching over to expand on the man's face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, still not seeing how a skull's formation could mean manipulator in their eyes. But before you could ask how they came to the conclusion, your mother gasped.

"Is that one of your boys? Taehyung and Jimin?"  

"Yeah, I took them out for some meat since they saved me earlier."

"Oh? Put me on speaker, I want to talk to them!" You obeyed her and hummed a confirmation before holding your phone towards them. "I hope my daughter hasn't disrupted your busy schedules to play jealous exes for her."

Jimin laughs. "It's nothing too much, auntie~ She took great care of us back then, it's just us repaying the debt! Besides, I like watching her fail her dates!"

"Oh aren't you quite mischievous?" Her tone was teasing and delighted as she giggled. "Don't enjoy it too much, okay? My daughter needs to get married soon!"

"Don't worry too much, auntie! I also want our noona to find a good husband!"

"What a sweet boy! Too bad company rules can't let you date, I would've loved you as my son-in-law."

A smile stretched across Jimin's face as he shyly laughed, hiding his delight behind a hand. "You can't say that and expect me to not try and court your daughter, auntie!"

"What about me, auntie? I sold my dignity just to push away her creepy suitors when hyung only sat back to record. I did a lot!" Taehyung jumps in with a pout, feeling left out of the conversation.

"Any of you boys are welcome in my family as long as my daughter is married and treated well! Ok, I'll stop now since I have some friends to meet up with. Visit me soon, my lovely daughter!"

After saying your goodbyes and your i-love-you's, the call ends. Immediately, your phone was fished out from your hands by Taehyung as the two boys returned to their seats, zooming in on Guwon's face and speaking in hushed whispers among themselves. At least until Jin and Jungkook's insistence to be included in the discussion came booming.

"Ya Taehyung! Aren't we friends for so long? Why are you not showing us the picture like a normal friend would do? Forward it to the GC!"

Even after forwarding the picture to the GC, they're still far from pleased after being ignored for so long. Jungkook and Jin didn't spare any words from expressing their wrath, especially the elder. A problem easily buried for everyone to forget with an offer of bringing food when they come home. Your mother expressing her openness to the idea of having any of your bosses as your husband seems to breeze past their heads. You do have an inkling they'll discuss amongst themselves later on.

Soon, Jimin and Taehyung are dropping you at your apartment building, parting ways with hugs before they leave.

Since you've finally claimed some of the absent days you've gathered throughout the years for a nice week off before the eventual tour, you decided to take full advantage of it by treating yourself with a nice night in, stuffing yourself with ice cream and an unhealthy amount of pizzas. Doors locked and blinds shut.

Just you and your TV.

And the generic drama that's playing before you.

It's about a poor girl who got rescued by a handsome rich man who has an obsessed admirer and a family who opposes their relationship despite the soulmate mark they both wore due to their different levels in society.

The trope has been overused but you indulge in it anyways.

But as the night gets deeper and the plot thickens to its climax, you find yourself slowly liking it. Watching the young couple be domestic around their apartment, your heart starts to yearn. Their kisses looked fantastical and sweet, as if the taste of each other could energize them for the whole month. 

You watched as brief passing touches scream louder than words, eyed the way their arms wrapped around waists with jealousy and wondered when you'd be able to experience such a thing too.

Emotional torture is what you're doing but you couldn't find it in yourself to stop watching it.

You remembered how realization felt like plunging into the darkest depths in the ocean, cold and harsh, the pain in your chest when your 21st passed by without any notable changes in your life. 

You recalled how you'd wake up and excitedly look over your skin for a hint everyday with no fail, hoping for a telltale sign that you weren't assigned to a fate of love bare of the genuine and rawness of a soulbond. The devastation gnawing at your dreams when your 21st ends uneventfully and the 22nd comes with the same nothingness still fresh in your mind.

There wasn't a cure for being untethered but you learned soon how to accept your fate. Having your friends comfort you through those years helped. From the maknaes' grounding tight hugs to Yoongi's silent support in the form of distractions and Seokjin's insistence on how unimportant soulmates are, healing came easier with them by your side.

Being untethered or alone isn't a disease cured by human medicine but you think your friends' support came close.

Your phone then vibrates, taking you out of the train of thought you got yourself into, screen lighting up to a message from an unknown user.

            [21:39] Unknown: Hey, it's me Yoo Guwon. Your mother gave me your number and said to contact you first because you might be busy with work.

None of the suitors your mother has brought forth has ever worked out. At this point, you should ask her to stop and try to find a good man yourself.

But none of them ever made the effort to reach out first.

But he's a lawyer and you know damn well what they're good at .

He looks cute and tall though, got a good background as well.

Everyone before him also had that.

With a heavy exhale, you picked your phone up and opened his message.

            [21:40] You: Hello, I'm actually on a week-long break so I'm just rotting on my couch instead haha

"That's too awkward." You muttered to yourself, subconsciously biting your lips as you rephrased the message a couple more times, frantically deleting and adding words onto your ever growing introduction message.

But then it's too wordy, it makes you sound desperate so you deleted it all again, starting once more from the beginning.

You didn't even get to send it when Guwon sent another message.

            [21:48] Yoo Guwon: I'm free tomorrow, I hope you are too. What do you usually like to do?

He's giving me options? You stared at the screen with furrowed eyebrows before narrowing at it suspiciously.

What's up with this guy? Why isn't he taking the lead?

            [21:50] You: I'm more often working and staying at home than visiting places so I don't know where ;-;. I'll go wherever you want to go.             [21:51] Yoo Guwon: It's fine, just send me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9am, dress formal casual.

Throwing your phone to the side, you reached for the canned beer from your table and took a long sip before titling your head back to stare at the ceiling. There's a careful rise in your heartbeat, a traitorous action of your body. It was hopeful and you hated how you felt like that, you sighed again for the nth time that day but for a different reason.

Your mind takes you back to the mischievous duo, wondering if you should take one of them for this date but find yourself shutting the idea down as quick as it came. The guy looks decent enough for a solo adventure, going alone shouldn't hurt.

Maybe this time will be different.

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A Fool's Gambit | Manon Blackbeak

SUMMARY ↣ in a world with little hope, you find solace in the gold, dead eyes of manon blackbeak.

WARNINGS ↣ smut, blood, injury, mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, suicidal ideation, allusions to sa, death, and worst of all—hope.

WORD COUNT ↣ 5.6k

PAIRINGS ↣ manon blackbeak x fem!reader

“My uncle will be displeased with me should he learn it is I who takes up all of your precious time.” Elide Lochan murmurs from where she sweeps the already spotless floor beside you, a task unfit for a lady of her status. 

“Then I shall have to unleash the wrath of Adarlan upon him,” you quip, watching her intently. “Besides, who else might I conspire with.” The black haired beauty manages a faint smile at that.

“What is it that you plan this time, Princess?” The Lady of Perranth inquires, trying, and failing, to conceal her growing interest.

“Nothing grand,” you beam, eyes darting to the horde of wyverns that enter the aerie one after the other. However, your attention is fixed upon the white haired female standing amongst them, stance alone commanding respect.

Elide pales, glancing between you and the host of witches. “Please tell me this scheme of yours has nothing to do with the iron-teeth witches I fear may kill us for looking at them wrong?” She all but begs, face scrunched up, already knowing the answer upon catching your mischievous grin.

“I make no promises, Lady Lochan.”

And before she can blink, you are already sauntering toward the thirteen. She reaches for your arm in warning, but you simply brush her off. To her absolute horror, you stroll past each and every witch, paying no heed to their stares.

Instead, stopping right before the Blackbeak Elide did not dare even look at.

“What.” The white haired witch barks out, and the Lady of Perranth flinches at the sound from across the room. You, however, remain steadfast. Your friend feels her chest tighten as yet another witch appears, this one with golden hair, staring appraisingly.

Uncaring of the burnt gold eyes burning into your soul, you only tilt your head curiously, smiling a pretty smile.

“This one might be mad,” you hear one of her thirteen mutter, a grin in her voice.

The wing-leader shoots Vesta a warning glare, not bothering to glance your way, only breezing by you boredly.

It is your voice that halts her step.

“I wish to ride,” you announce, not looking back as the white haired witch turns to face you once more.

Elide almost passes out from where she stands.

Manon’s eyes narrow, following your gaze to Abraxos. She smells not an ounce of fear on you, remaining unsure whether you refer to witch or wyvern.

When you meet her gaze over your shoulder, the glint in your eyes makes her wonder if the answer might be both. The witch barely allows a smirk to grace her lips as you hold her stare before spinning on her heel without another word.

Elide dares not breathe until you are safely back at her side. Your lips bearing a wide grin as you approach

“Perhaps one day, I too shall fly.”

If Manon is surprised to find you seated at Duke Perrington’s side during her private audience, she does not show it.

It is only after his speech is at its end does he notice her gaze flicker to you.

“I suppose I should introduce you,” the man grumbles in his seat.

“Wing-leader, this is the Princess of Adarlan.” His words are dull as he offers a lazy gesture in your direction. “You may do with her as you please during your stay, so long as she remains in one piece.”

Manon notes the way your jaw tightens at his statement. So you were an unwilling guest, she deduces.

The witch does not deign him with a response, nor make the mistake glance your way again. She simply continues pressing him about the Wastes; her home. Even when she feels your curious gaze on her, she does not turn.

It will be days before the wing-leader even sees you again. But the hollow eyes of Adarlan’s Princess do not cease to haunt her.

It is late when Elide stumbles upon you in one of Morath's corridors, almost crashing into you with the force of her fear, shoulders shaky and eyes watering.

Your strong grasp holds her by the arms, keeping her steady as soft inquiries fall past your lips. Hushed whispers float through the stone castle as she speaks of her interaction with the white haired witch, your gaze hardening as she continues.

You are grateful she is too caught up in her own fear to see the tear in your dress, the bruises lining your forearms. Just as you are thankful for the distraction she provides.

With a snap of your fingers, your cousin is at your side. Ordered to guard and contain you by Duke Perrington. Though you suppose he is no longer Roland Havilliard. He does not speak as you command him to escort Elide to her rooms, and you do not watch as he mindlessly obeys.

You ignore the visions of depthless black eyes and dark collars that rise to your mind. Instead, finding yourself making the reluctant journey up the tower’s steps, muscles aching with each movement.

The wing-leader appears before you as you reach the top, likely having scented you. She does not speak as you welcome yourself into her quarters, watching you with caution.

“Do not trouble Elide with your ventures,” you begin, features impassive to your thoughts. “She is innocent in this war.” Are the only words you speak in explanation, and the witch raises an unimpressed brow.

“And you are not?” Is all she asks.

“Few are.” You answer vaguely.

Her burnt gold eyes travel your body from head to toe assessment, and you resist the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

“You know, most would not dare to speak to me as you do.” She takes a threatening step forward, eyes glinting when you do not back away.

“I am not most,” you answer grimly. Curiously, none of the excitement —hope— she found the day you gazed upon her wyvern lingered.

“No,” she agrees. “But I suspect that means you taste far better,” her iron nails shoot out. Perhaps that might get a reaction out of you. And how she did love playing with her food.

“Kill me if you wish,” your tone remains flat as she stalks toward you, “it would be a mercy.”

Manon smirks at that. “I do not wish to kill you,” her tongue darts out to swipe across her iron teeth. “Not yet, at least.” 

Your brows furrow, but you do not balk as her nails dig into your chin, tilting your head so that you may forcibly meet her gaze.

“What do you say, Princess? Do you still wish to ride?” She rasps, her lips a breath from yours.

You still for a moment, shoulders tense. “If I say yes,” you pause thoughtfully, “will you do me a favour?” Your eyes drift to her lips, and Manon knows she has you, but she still bites.

“And what might that entail?” 

“Freedom,” you speak softly, and her grip tightens.

She raises her thumb to brush over your bottom lip, “we’ll see.”

“And if I say no?” You dare to ask, leaning into her touch all the while. It had been so long since you’d found any semblance of pleasure in this cruel life.

The witch grins. “You won’t,” and in a flash her lips are pressed to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand at your jaw travelling to your neck, eliciting a gasp that parts your lips for her tongue.

She walks you backwards until your back is pressed to the cool stone wall, pinned by her hips. A whine escapes you when Manon squeezes her hand around your throat, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. It is only then that she pulls back, burnt gold eyes hooded as she tugs your bottom lip between her teeth playfully. 

You barely have a chance to catch your breath before her mouth is at your neck, tongue swiping over the blood that trickles from where her iron nails punctured your skin. She hums, pleased when you tilt your head back and a moan parts your lips.

“You do taste nice, Princess ,” Manon murmurs as her teeth scrape your neck. Hands roam your body freely, her knee parts your legs with ease, settling between them. You reach blindly for her riding leathers for support, heat pooling between your legs.

She grins at the way your eyes widen when she uses her iron claws to tear a line right down the centre of your dress. You shiver when an icy breeze caresses your bare breasts, nipples hardening. Manon makes quick work of bringing her lips to them, sucking and biting, you arch into her touch.

“You’re dripping,” she purrs, removing her fingers from your core in spite of your complaints. Instead, you watch, enamoured, as she brings them to her own lips, tongue darting out to suck them clean. Moaning at the taste, she crashes her lips into yours a second time, forcing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

She allows clumsy hands to strip her of her own leathers, finding enjoyment in watching you attempt to focus as she rakes her nails over your thighs and stomach teasingly. You are reduced to pathetic whimpers when her fingers slide between your legs and you clench around nothing.

Her eager mouth swallows your sounds greedily as her fingers return, slipping between your legs once more. Finding your bundle of nerves with ease, she circles vigorously. You are embarrassed to admit you almost came from that alone.

“Manon,” you plead when she slows her pace tantalisingly. “Please,” you beg, bucking your hips to seek friction. The witch only raises an unimpressed brow.

“Please, what?” She demands.

“Please,” you say again, hands reaching desperately for her, pulling her closer. “Please fuck me.” She smirks, and for a moment you think she’ll abandon you entirely for daring to touch her, leaving you high and dry.

Instead, a moan loud enough to echo through Morath is ripped from your lips as two fingers plunge into you. All while her thumb continues to rub at your clit. At first, her strokes are slow, gentle even, agonisingly so. But when your own nails dig into her skin with need, she thrusts into you knuckles deep, hard enough to have you falling over the edge pitifully fast.

Only she does not pull away then for she is finished with you yet. Her pace turns tortuous. And in just a few short touches you are reaching your high again, begging her to stop. And when she does not, tears glitter in your eyes. Then, and only then does the witch show mercy.

Your ears are ringing by the time she has had her way with you, chest rising and falling with each laboured breath you take. As you blink away the blurriness, you realise she is the only reason you remain on two feet, for your body is limp in her arms.

Once you are recovered enough to stand on your own, two rough hands grip your shoulders, forcing you to your knees hard enough to leave a dull ache; a reminder. Her slim fingers weave through your hair before tightening, urging you forward in a wordless command. 

“Your friend plots her escape,” Manon’s voice is tainted by exhaustion as she lays on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Immediately you know she refers to Elide.

You turn to face her from where you lie, bare skin covered only by a thin sheet. It is the second week you have spent in her bed. For you found yourself returning to her chambers the very day after the first, and the next, and the next.

The witch greets you with a smug smirk every time.

She does not ask after the strange bruises that litter your skin, and for that you are thankful. Though she will come to regret it one day.

“Good.” You say in response to her statement, and the witch’s brows pinch in confusion. “It means she still has hope,” you answer her wordless question.

“And you do not?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

“I am beyond hoping,” you whisper sombrely before forcing a smile to your lips. “But fun is not entirely lost on me,” you lift your hand to her skin, mindlessly trailing a line on her collarbone with the tip of your finger.

Manon stiffens at your touch. You cannot help but wonder if in time she may soften. The idea is quickly lost on you, moving to retract. Only she catches your wrist in a painfully tight grip. You grimace but do not make any move to pull away. Instead you raise your brows in silent questioning when her burnt gold eyes deign to meet your own. You frown when her nostrils flare.

“You are with child,” she murmurs, surprise clear in her voice despite her face remaining stoic. “How long have you known?” She watches the way your frown deepens, biting the inside of your cheek. “You did not know,” she answers herself.

She does not ask of the who, and you almost wish she would. But deep down, you both know her mind already holds the answer.

Not another word passes your lips that night.

Pulling back the sheets grimly, you feel bile rise to your throat as you spare a glance at your stomach. You know the witch watches you keenly, but cannot bring yourself to care as tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Instead, you opt to turn for the open window, feeling only the icy breeze and burnt gold orbs on your back as you will yourself to sleep. 

Just as the darkness threatens to consume you whole, the faintest skim of fingertips along your stomach keeps you on the cusp of sleep. The covers are then pulled up to your neck, and you allow yourself to find peace in the dreamworld.

You do not remember it the next morning.

Elide finds you in the aerie the very next day, watching the wyverns intently.

“What troubles you today, Princess?” She asks, noting your features tainted by exhaustion. But when you turn to face her she does not find the grave look she expects.

“I have been sitting here for more hours than I can count, Elide, and what I have discovered is most fascinating.” Your eyes glimmer with each word, though the smile you wear does not quite reach your eyes.

“And what is it that you have discerned?” 

“They are much like us, you know.” You report grimly. “Tortured, but hopeful creatures,” you say, carefully observing Abraxos and Narene, Asterin’s wyvern. Elide does not fully understand your statement until she follows your wavering gaze to the white haired witch at her gentle beast’s side.

“Hope is not lost on you yet, Princess?” She asks, recalling how adamant you had been in your argument only a month prior. ‘It is a doomed world we live in, and one would be a fool to even consider the prospect of change.’ You had once said.

“I fear I no longer possess the answer to that particular question.” Your brows furrow in thought, hands twirling the flower you cradle in your hands. 

“Do you think people can change, Lady Lochan?” 

The question confuses her. She first thinks of her Uncle Vernon, and finds herself frowning doubtfully. But then she tunes her mind to you, of how you had unknowingly given her a hope that had been all but lost for the last ten years.

“I would like to believe so,” is all she can offer. You nod once, twice, before rising to your feet. She does not stop you as you make your way to the witch and her wyvern.

Manon’s attention is drawn to you the second you so much as glance in her direction. No one can say whether you came to the aerie that day for her, or she for you. But the fact remains that every living being within the space could feel the tension lingering between you.

She raises her perfectly sculpted brow as you approach, eyeing the flower you hold with caution. The witch is surprised when you stroll right by her, though she does not show it.

Instead, you stop directly before her wyvern, flower outstretched in your hand. A rare laugh escapes your lips when he nudges your hand softly, sniffing. Abraxos then lets out what you can only assume is a sound of delight, nuzzling into your palm.

“I think he rather likes me,” you glance back at Manon with a grin, and she frowns in return. She does not enjoy the feeling it stirs in her chest; it is one of discomfort. 

Her gentle beast huffs at her expression, almost knowingly, and the witch rolls her eyes. “He recognises your scent,” Manon explains, not bothering to gesture to herself. And you almost allow yourself to smile at the idea of her smelling of you.

“When we first met, I asked you for a ride.” You say, running your hands over Abraxos’ scales, who hums in content. “Will you really make me ask a second time?”

“And here I thought you were talking about me.”

Your eyes brighten at her words, but then she finds her gaze drifting to your stomach and you frown. “Perhaps another day,” she excuses stiffly, and you nod solemnly.

“Perhaps another day,” you repeat.

The sun has long since fallen beyond the horizon by the time you finally hear the footsteps that belong only to Manon Blackbeak. 

You sit curled beneath the window, neck craned so that you might look upon the stars. When her pace quickens in the stairwell, a rare flicker of fear passes over you. You know then that she has figured it out.

You know not of where she was, nor how long it has been since she left, only that she was gone. 

The moment she passes the threshold her eyes dart to yours, burnt gold irises swirling with fury. Manon is at your side before you can blink, but your vision has already begun to blur. She is too late.

“What have you done?” Manon demands, iron nails digging into your arms. 

“For once, I have done as I wish.” A simple smile adorns your lips

Something brews in her burnt gold eyes as they dip to your stomach, the red staining it, something you almost mistake for worry. But you are not so foolish as to believe your own delusions.

“You are a fool,” the witch sneers.

A careless laugh bubbles from your throat. “A fool I may be, but a free one at that.”

She scowls, “not if I have anything to say about it,” hauling your limp body into her arms.

It is only then your eyes widen in a blind panic. 

“No.” you whisper, and blood spills from your lips. “No.” You say again, using the last of your strength to trash in her arms. “No, please no.” A feeble attempt to free yourself.

“You are mine,” Manon grunts as she tightens her grip. “Mine to have. Mine to dictate. And I say you will not die today, Princess, so die you shall not.”

“Please,” you beg, voice taut. 

Her gaze steels. “You are mine.” She repeats, and you feel tears pool in your eyes. A soft shake of your head in disbelief follows, freedom so close, yet so far. Perhaps if you could— you blindly reach for the gaping wound in your stomach.

“Stop.” Manon orders, reaching to grasp your wrist. Her iron claws do not dig into your skin as you expect. There is a strain in her voice, and when you look up, her eyes are filled by a wild panic. Your wrist slackens.

“Good.” Is the last word you hear before your vision fades and the world goes black.

When you wake you are in Manon’s chambers, you recognise the room even with your eyes closed.

“And so she lives,” someone speaks, but the voice is muffled, distant. It is a great effort to peel your eyes open, throat dry as you attempt to speak. A flash of flaming red hair and a cup of water is pressed to your lips.

“Thank you,” you rasp, and the witch grins in acknowledgement. Only for her back to stiffen as she shifts away from you, eyes darting for the door. A moment later, Manon steps past the threshold, Asterin hot on her tail.

Burnt gold eyes immediately dart to you, alert. “You’re awake.” Manon swallows. 

When you refuse to meet her gaze, her jaw tightens. “Out.” She orders, and with a wave of her hand Vesta is gone. Only three of you remain now.

“The babe?” You question, voice hollow as you finally raise your head. When Asterin gazes at you with sympathy you know it is done. You wish she wouldn’t, but you manage an appreciative glance no less.

It was better this way.

Your gaze then flickers to Manon, who stands tense by her second. Asterin does not need to be told to leave, offering a curt nod as she goes.

The silence only stretches between you two so long before you can no longer bear it. “Why?” You ask, doing everything in your power to keep your voice from cracking. She could ask you the same, but does not.

“Because I can,” her answer is simple; cold. 

You hang your head lowly in a cruel mix of disappointment and acceptance. But then her voice comes again, “because you asked for a favour,” she says, your brows furrowing. “And I intend to fulfil it.”

Your head shoots up, face contorted by a thousand questions resting at the tip of your tongue. “I answered your question, now you answer mine.” Just as you part your lips to speak, she raises her hand, commanding silence. “Who did this to you?” 

“I—”

“Do not lie to me.”

Pausing, you eye her pensively. “He did not exactly introduce himself,” you retort.

“He was here for me?” She questions, and you stare at her a moment, assessingly, before nodding. Her back straightens, and you can almost feel how hard she resists the iron claws threatening to shoot free.

“So why,” she breathes, “did I find you in my chambers with a blade in your stomach?”

You fight the urge to grimace. “I suppose he thought if he could not take you, taking your bed warmer might cause you harm enough to satisfy his handler.” You offer a faux smile. “He was a fool to believe so.”

She is silent, deathly so. When the words come, you do not expect them.

“I will kill him.”

“You have a visitor,” Manon announces, albeit begrudgingly. And you immediately try to rise from the thick covers, pausing when iron claws shoot out in warning. She only stands once you raise your hands in surrender, laying back with a roll of your eyes. 

Elide comes bursting into the room the second the witch opens the door, stumbling over her feet to reach you. Her eyes shine when she makes it to your side, and you lift your hand to her cheek absently, faintly aware of Manon’s lingering presence,

“You are well?” You ask, and the Lady of Perranth gapes.

The witch leaves the room with a glance over her shoulder, surprised to find your gaze on her. She does not understand the look you give her, for it is one of mixed emotions. As though you thank her for going, but plead for her to stay all the same. Manon leaves before she can think further on it.

“You are faced with death, but still ask after me?” Elide shakes her in exasperation. Suddenly overcome, she reaches for your hands. “I do not know what I would do without you, Princess.”

“You would be just fine,” you assure, but the ravenette frowns in disagreement, glancing behind her.

“I am surprised they even allowed me to see you.” When your brows furrow, she continues in a hushed whisper. “The wing-leader has been on edge ever since—” she gestures to you. “Even Perrington grows displeased with her refusal to let a soul near you.” 

“Then I suppose you, my friend, are one lucky lady,” you quip, but your mind stirs with thoughts you never allowed yourself to have in the past. Ones of hope. 

A groan passes your lips when you shift, roused from sleep by the pain it causes your stitches. When your eyes flutter open, you find burnt gold ones already on you.

“Manon?” You rasp, yawning sleepily. The witch blinks from where she lies on her side, a silent acknowledgement. You mindlessly shuffle closer, seeking warmth. Too tired to wonder why she does not turn away, you draw near enough to hear her short, sharp breaths.

“I shall take you to the skies on Abraxos,” the witch is hesitant as she lays a hand upon your hip, careful not to hurt you. “So that you may know true freedom.” Her body freezes when you press your face to her neck, hot air spilling from your lips, sending a chill down her stiff spine.

“This is enough for me,” you murmur. 

It is all so different from anything she knows. From the touch she has given you to elicit pleasure. From the same favours you have returned to her, only gentler. No, this is like nothing she has ever known.

She does not know what to make of it. Her desire for it.

And when you wake the next morning, Manon is gone. 

It is days before she returns to you, and you are finally able to move freely after the incident. “Princess?” A voice draws you from sleep, and you find the witch sitting at your side, peering down at you.

“You’re back,” you whisper into the darkness.

The Blackbeak heir hums softly, her touch oddly gentle as she reaches for your neck. You do not flinch, not when her hands only seek to caress the smooth skin thoughtfully. Instead, you wait for the words to find her.

“You do not bear the same collar they have used on your brother,” she frowns, staring at you as though you are a puzzle she cannot solve. “Why?”

You jerk upright. “Dorian wears a collar?” 

“You did not know.” Manon observes, feeling foolish for asking. Though you show no anger towards her. Saying nothing, your gaze finds the open window. It does little to hide the tears in your eyes, the moon’s dull glow illuminating your fragile features.

The witch feels an uncomfortable urge to reach out to you. But, “I asked you a question,” is all she can think to say.

When you turn back to her, your face is hardened, an unnerving calm seeping into your bones. “They enjoy it,” you mutter spitefully. “Breaking me to their will, knowing they do not need a collar to have their way with me.”

Something inside the witch hardens at that.

You seem to read the words on the tip of her tongue, the anger —the possession— burning deep within her. “I am just your bed warmer.” You remind her, remind yourself. Despite the fact she has not touched you in days, but refuses to leave your side nonetheless. 

“Do not trouble yourself with my mess.”

You rise from the sheets with a gasp, mind haunted by the depthless black eyes of your cousin, Roland. The ones that now rob the vibrant life from your own brother. Manon’s iron nails shoot out, as if sensing your distress, but she does not wake.

Quiet as the night, you slip from the bed, tip-toeing your way across the cool floors. You welcome the chill creeping up your spine, better than the eternal numbness. Finding your place by the large window, you peer out into the starry sky. You only wish it would swallow you whole, rip you from this nightmare.

A groan from the witch jerks your head to the side. Her eyes remain shut, but you know you have woken the beast. For her arm now lays outstretched; an offering, a command.

You wordlessly return to her bed; the only place you feel safe, it is a cage all the same.

When Manon tugs you into her side, so that your head may rest upon her chest, you are too tired to care of what it may mean. It is the kind of exhaustion that might creep within the cracks in your broken soul. And you no longer had the strength to fight it.

You wish to feel all and nothing at once. 

To forget the never ending storm wreaking havoc on your mind. So you absently hook your leg over the witch, moving to straddle her. Strong hands easily find your hips, burnt gold eyes flashing open.

She does not complain when your lips meet hers in a heated kiss, fingers trailing up your stomach and along your thighs. There is a hunger in her gaze when you pull away, but she remains hesitant, reluctant even. 

Impatiently, you fumble for her wrist, drawing it between your legs. Manon groans at the slick she finds, how easily riled up you are. But when she does not move, you begin to plead. “Touch me,” you urge, lips travelling from jaw to neck. The hand on your thigh squeezes in warning.

“Please,” you breathe, desperate, and the damn breaks.

Fingers weave into your locks, tugging, and then her lips are on yours again. You roll your hips, a moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. Manon bears a pleased grin when you continue to fuck yourself on her fingers.

But she cannot shake the feeling that something is amiss.

Even with your skin pressed to hers, lips locked, she has the overwhelming feeling that she has lost you entirely. 

True to her word, Manon takes you to the aerie a whole two weeks after she promised. And this time, you do not protest.

She watches for every twitch of your lips, seeming pleased with herself when you bear a grin that does not leave you from the moment you take to the skies above. When Abraxos roars, a laugh bubbles from your lips, and you cannot help but wonder if he does it for your amusement.

When you reach the clouds you know she is right. There is no truer freedom than the heavens above. “Thank you,” you murmur, unsure whether she hears. If she does, the witch does not respond, though you feel the tension in her shoulders ease.

Suddenly, Abraxos dips, and you're soaring between the clouds. A low chuckle escapes the witch when you yelp, tightening your arms around her waist. “Not so fearless after all, Princess,” she quips, voice carrying over the wind.

Rolling your eyes, you dare to pinch her side. The witch repays you with a threatening glare over her shoulder, iron teeth bared, but harmless. Your heart drops to your stomach when the wyvern lands on a mountain peak at her command, teeth snapping on impact.

She slides from his back with practiced ease, and you are almost surprised she offers a hand to aid you. A rare, true smile tugs at your lips. And Manon is confused to find it extends not only to the skies, but her as well.

However, once your feet hit the ground it is wiped from your features. As if the very step brings you back to a life never ceasing to haunt you, caging you. Her hand lingers on your own, for what purpose, she does not know, only that it feels right.

Her back straightens when it is you who slips your hand from her grasp.

A vulnerability shines in her burnt gold eyes, no longer dulled by years of familial oppression. Were you not so caught up in the winds of your past you may have noticed. Instead your back is to her, eyes clouded as you stare into the abyss below. 

“I was not always this way, you know.” The soft confession is so quiet only the breeze carries it to Manon.

When you continue, she listens. As you go on about the whims of your childhood, the fun, the hope, the love. And while she knows she is different, never has it struck her quite so hard as the words rolling from your tongue. 

“I was made to be this way, Manon.” 

There is meaning in your statement, the witch knows this much, but she is not sure she wishes to face it.

“But anything can be unmade, undone.” You say, and she refuses to acknowledge what that may mean for her. She is yet not ready.

She is even less prepared when you turn to face her once more. Tears line your cheeks, but a smile adorns your precious lips. She has never known a prettier sight.

“Thank you,” you smile. For everything.

The witch frowns. “You already said that.”

“Then I’m sorry,” you voice quietly.

“Sorry?” She takes a step forward. You take one back.

You smile wider, “that I will not be there—”

Her frown deepens, eyes flickering behind your.

“—to see you undo this cruel world.” You raise your arms, peace and longing drawn onto your delicate features. And then you lean back, giving yourself to the wind.

She is too slow. 

The last thing you see is the skies.

She does not reach you.

Abraxos roars.

She does not hear it. 

Your words echo in her mind.

“People change, Manon.” 

Your voice already fades.

“For better, or for worse.”

You wished for better.

So a better world she would give you.

Even if it was too late.

i am so sorry ya'll :(((

[pendragon-of-chaos]

Ambivalence

King of Chaos Arthur x Male!Reader

Warnings: Reader is the son of Zeldris and Gelda, Spoilers from manga chapters 104 - 108 aprox. (nothing really big, just storywise)

Word count: 1342

Thank the anon who requested it for his OC! I tried contacting him days ago because I'm not used to doing requests specifically for OCs (I prefer that my works are more "general" so the most people are able to insert themselves or their OCs in the stories) but since this was requested some time ago I couldn't receive an answer. In the end I decided to publish it writing (Y/N) instead of the OC's name, but keeping his main characteristics. That way if the OP who requested it comes through this he can just insert their name and know it was written specially for him, and at the same time other people can enjoy easily the oneshot too! Hope you like it!

Generally speaking, Arthur's knights don't usually comprehend some of his majesty behaviours. His mood changes whenever you least expect it. Just when you think you know his strategy, he says something you would never have thought about. Was he having a good or a bad day behind that smile? Who knows. But what they do know is his hatred for other races except humans.

Except that maybe that isn't really true, since their king has been visited by a certain someone from time to time, who was not only a demon, but half demon and half vampire.

Today was one of those days. The secret entrance that connected Camelot with the demon realm (and that was made specially for him) activated, and a familiar face passed through. Arthur didn't waste no time, and upon noticing his entrance he went to welcome him back

"A surprise visit today (Y/N)? You always like to impress me, don't you?" - The King approached him laughing - "Although I would prefer if you told me beforehand, that way I can at least prepare something and make sure I have no appointments"

(Y/N) didn't change his serious expression, arms crossed and looking directly to Arthur while the entrance behind him closed.

"I wish I was here just to kill some time, but this time was urgent. I couldn't stay anymore there"

Arthur stopped laughing and tilted his head, now curious of what had happened for him to be talking like that.

"That really isn't new with you, but what happened this time?"

"The four knights have entered the demon realm" - Arthur smirked at the information, seeing that Guinevere's words weren't a lie.

"Oh, I know, some of my knights are already following them, anything else I should know?"

"Well, I know my parents have already talked to the green haired one, Percival I think it was... and he was accompanied by a few more people..." - (Y/N) looked away while thinking for a few seconds, with a subtly sorrowful expression on his face that only could be noticed while paying extreme attention to him - "Mmh... I also saw my cousin there, Tristan... don't tell me he is what I think he is" He looked back at Arthur, who was smiling once again, trying to control his laugh

"So you didn't know it? I thought your parents maybe had told you... ~ But yes, he is one of the prophecy knights"

(Y/N) frowned, not wanting to believe a close member of his family had just become one of his biggest enemies

"By my father's look, it seems that he didn't know about it"

"So Meliodas didn't want to risk his son's life by spreading information, typical of him" - Arthur shrugged and started walking, inviting (Y/N) to follow him - "It must have been a big surprise for all of you"

"Everything has been a surprise since they entered the realm if I'm being honest. I've heard my father talk wonders about Percival, it looks like the whole clan adores him since years ago, and I didn't know anything about what had happened until now. It feels like my parents decided to drop every ounce of unknown information today, and the worst part is that it affects us" - (Y/N) clicked his tongue thinking about it - "I hate it"

"Can't blame you. I don't like them either ~" - Arthur responded with a bratty laugh, followed by a deep sigh from his companion, which made him stop his laughing once again, looking at him out of the corner of his eye - "Sorry, but you already know the story behind it, I can't bring myself to tolerate them just one bit"

"Yeah, I know, I can't defend them I guess. Anyways, I do need to tell you something else"

Arthur turned his head to face him again

"Wait, there's even more?" - (Y/N) nodded, looking at his surprised violet eyes

"Did you know that another portal to Camelot has appeared in the demon realm?"

Arthur's eyes opened with surprise, being this information the only thing he really didn't know about

"I didn't have any idea. I've never done any other connection with the demon realm besides your entrance. And I also didn't sense anyone entering from there"

"No wonder, since that opening is inaccessible for now. It's on the Behemoth's back, a giant monster which was put to sleep almost 15 years ago. I heard my father say that it recently woke up and now can be a big problem for us living in the realm, since when it's active it swallows up all life, including us demons or vampires... If that isn't your doing or your knights then I don't know what's happening"

"I see, well I don't think I have to worry that much then; although it might be because of those knights of the apocalypse, everyday giving me headaches... And besides, that would gather the attention to that one entrance, and not the one I made exclusively for you, which benefits us both, don't you think so? - Arthur smiled happily, closing his eyes - "If it ever becomes a problem you can come here! That's all I care about that matter"

"Thinking about it that way, I guess you are right" - (Y/N) lowered his head, thinking about his words and all the information he had to understand in just a few hours. Arthur opened his eyes, looking at him, noticing how lost in his thoughts (Y/N) was.

"Too much information huh? Understandable... but I'm glad you didn't waste time and came as fast as possible to explain it to me" - Arthur patted his head softly - "I knew making an exception for you was the right decision. But I also feared this moment, the moment when you would doubt yourself and how to proceed. Now that your parents are also involved, along with your clans, and helping my enemies; you want to help me, but at the same time it becomes more difficult, am I right? Can I also say that you might be a little scared? Scared of making the wrong decision, scared of losing what you love here in Camelot if you fail, and being considered a traitor at the same time. Nowhere to go in the end"

(Y/N) looked back at him, alarmed, trying to answer him fast, but the only words that initially left his lips were gibberish

"Arthur I-! I swore to help you and I'll keep doing it, it's just... too much information for the day as you said... I'll need to prepare myself for everything" - He took a deep breath - "But I know I'm in the right place, and I won't look back now... Because, I can also count with your protection, right?"

Arthur took back his hand from his head, smiling softly

"(Y/N), I'll be clear: Your safety is my priority, don't ever think the contrary" - A tint of blush appeared on both of them - "I'm just advising you to be careful so we don't need to take greater measures. Nothing would make happier than if you could live a "normal" life seeing the circumnstances. And think about having one of my marks, it would be safer"

(Y/N) turned his eyes away from Arthur's intense glare, breathing deeply

"Hmm... I'll think about it. The problem is if they ever see it, I won't be able to cover that up as easily as the entrance"

"Fair enough. We can discuss it again when I have the coffin of eternal darkness with me, that way you'll be free from its effect" - Arthur took (Y/N)'s hand, leaning to kiss its back - "Now... if you have told me everything you wanted, what about we spend the rest of the evening here?" - Arthur separated his face from (Y/N)'s hand, and continued walking holding his hand - "I could use some company while I wait for the results of this mission"

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 10

Third POV

Due to the indecent with Jeff, Tiffany has decided to add hours to Eboni's therapy sessions in hopes that the teen would open up as to what happened that night. Every day after school, Eboni is forced to endure four hours of more therapy.

To add salt to the wound, Tiffany has been watching the girl like a hawk. The woman decides to stay home while her husband Daniel is away on business. The foster mother wants to make sure Eboni is truly okay before she has to leave again for work. Tiffany has been picking Eboni up from school every day for the past week and a half, dropping her off at her therapy sessions as well- making sure the teen didn't miss any.

Eboni is currently staring at the clock on the wall of the room, watching the minutes pass slowly. "Thirty minutes left..." she thought to herself.

"Eboni. You have sat there for four hours and haven't said a word. You need to talk to me." Loraine, the therapist, pressed.

The teen ignores her as usual, frowning under her mask even though Loraine can't see her face. The silence causes the therapist to lose a bit of her patience.

"Your parents are paying a lot of money for you to be here. It would be a shame for that money to go waste Eboni." Loraine said sternly.

That caused the teen to send a rather chilling glare at the therapist. "They aren't my parents. They're just people who took pity on me for their own personal gain. My real parents are six feet under." Eboni snapped.

Loraine raised a brow, writing down on her clipboard, which irks the teen even more. "Talk about your parents. What are the latest memories of them?"

"Fuck off."

"Eboni Brown, you're making this harder on everyone around that's only trying to help you. Please be more considerate." The therapist tries to reason, her patience thinning.

"Loraine, was it? Look, I don't need a person with a piece of paper of their accomplishments to tell me how fucked in the head I am. Since this is a place of honesty why don't you start? You took this profession not to help people, but to stack loads of money in shorts amount of time. It's funny, taking a job that requires bucket loads of patience for their clients, yet you lack even an ounce of that."

The vein bulging from the therapist temple is hilarious to Eboni, but she holds in her laugh. Glancing at the clock, she notices her session is finally over. Eboni stands, placing her hood over her head and hands in her pockets. The teen walks to the door, giving another glance towards Loraine.

"Since you didn't deny anything I said, how about instead of asking me pointless shit you just sit there and think of the money you'll get from our extra hours together." Eboni said before leaving the woman's office and building.

The teen jumps into the back seat of Tiffany's car, hoping she wouldn't ask how the session went - unfortunately, luck is never on her side. "How did it go?" She asked while driving the way home.

Eboni answered the question by placing her airpods into her ears, turning her music to maximum volume. Tiffany sighs, knowing nothing has come of increasing Eboni's time with Loraine- if anything, it made her worse. The teen has become more closed off. Any chances of Eboni opening up to Tiffany went down the drain once she announced the more added sessions.

The teen knows she hads issues. She knows the way her brain operates isn't normal. Yet being forced to open up about her past isn't what she had in mind on 'helping' figure everything else. She wished Tiffany didn't jump to conclusions that night. The woman thought she was going to cut herself. For what? Eboni's skin looks hideous enough. Why make it worse with scars like the ones her face?

Eboni wouldn't have told Tiffany the truth anyway. She didn't want to risk not being about to see Jeff again. Strange, right? Longing to see a serial killer who showed the slightest interest in her. He was right. Everything he said was true, and Eboni no longer has the will to deny it. So she bites the bullet with these sessions, finding a bit on enjoyment in pissing Loraine off. The teen can only hope on seeing Jeff sooner rather than later.

Tiffany parks in the driveway of their home, Eboni jumping out the car and rushes inside. "Eboni, wait, I forgot to tell -!"

Eboni didn't stop, nor could she hear Tiffany. The only thing Eboni wants is a nice shower, some snacks, and a quiet night of rest. However, the teen is greeted by a blonde munching on her favorite chips while laying in her bed, and a quiet girl sitting on her couch.

"Sup." The blonde nods, Eboni having forgotten both of their names. "Had no candy, so I had to eat these." She shrugs.

"I-I'm so s-sorry about her Eboni. I-I tried to tell her how rude she was, but s-she wouldn't listen. Here! I'll give y-you some money to p-pay back for the chips." The other said quietly but shyly.

Eboni was stunned, but that feeling quickly went and was replaced by anger. "Why the fuck-"

"Tiffany let us in. She was almost in tears when we told her we're your friends." Blonde said with a grin.

"We aren't fucking friends. And you have five seconds to get off my bed!" Eboni shouts, clenching her fist.

The goth one yanks the Blonde off her bed and snatches the chips from her hands. She must've felt the rage rolling off of Eboni. "H-Here... we were j-just worried about you. You've been avoiding us at school a-and wouldn't answer our calls or texts so -"

"Why are you two forcing yourselves into my damn life? I didn't ask to be your friend. I don't want to be your friend. I only gave you my number so you bitches could leave me alone! I fucking forgot your names! That's how unimportant you shits are to me!" Eboni snaps at them, her nails digging into the palms of her hands.

The two girls glance at each other before looking at Eboni, both sharing a look of compassion in their eyes. They seem to understand how the teen must feel.

"Well, I'm Taylor. She's Iris." The blonde one said then points at the other.

"We....understand how you feel." Iris said gently.

"How the f-"

"We met more of them." Taylor said, the look in her eyes becoming serious. "Remember I said there's more of 'em."

Eboni raised a brow, feeling herself calm down. She moves to sit at her desk, opening her laptop, and begins typing away. "Yeah, I remember. Did a bit of research...."

"What kind? On who?" Iris asks, moving to stand over her to get a better view of Eboni's laptop.

"All of them. I created a file for each of them. Honestly, there are so many serial killers in one town. Who willingly moves into a shit hole like this....stupid bitch." She grumbles, referring to her previous foster mother- Melissa. "You two encountered one and survived? How?"

"Same way you did. Faught those fuckers." Taylor shrugs. "The one I had the misfortune of meetin' calls himself masky. He has a partner, though."

"He calls himself hoodie. They attacked us at my home during a sleepover over a few months ago..." Iris said softly.

"Mhm... yeah there's a few reports on them always killing in pairs of... three? Sometimes two? The third one would be -"

"Ticci Toby...Iris sister encountered him a year ago before masky and hoodie attacked us that night." Taylor explains, about to lay down in Eboni's bed again until the teen gives her a warning glare.

"This....shit is crazy...and they haven't tried coming after you? Like at all?"

Iris didn't answer. She looks at Taylor, hoping she'd come up with a response. "Nah. I shot masky so I doubt those fuckers wanna to get full of lead." She chuckles proudly.

Eboni knew they were lying. If those killers are anything like Jeff, she doubts they'll just forget about the victims that got away. The teen doesn't care, though. They have their secrets, and Eboni has her own. The teen focuses her attention back on her laptop, clicking on the file labeled 'Jeff'.

She sighs as she reads through his file for what feels like the hundredth time. Eboni couldn't get him out of her mind. The way his hands felt gripping her wrist and throat, the way his breath felt against her ear when he whispered to her, that crazed smile, and those red eyes.

The way his body felt pressed against hers. She's thankful to be wearing her mask since she's biting down on her lip at the thoughts of this serial killer. Eboni longs to see him again. She hates being the one waiting. She hates being the one desperate for him, but she knows she can't hide it from him. She wouldn't anymore. Jeff sees right through her.

It makes her feel vulnerable in the most terrifying yet delicious way. She has this odd feeling that he wouldn't try to end her life again. A game. He wants to play a game with her. With a heavy sigh, she closes her laptop, climbing into bed. Eboni hopes that she's trapped in the smiling killer's mind as he is in hers. The teen has no idea just how much her life will change from their unfortunate encounter.

[hypergamiss]

I would like advice/input because I just feel very sad/low...so I’ve stopped dating for a while now since my last situationship really brought me down and drained me completely. I had the intention of a relationship (we were talking and seeing each other long distance) he said he did too, but every time I saw him something would go wrong, he would leave me, block me and it was just an overall toxic situation. He would be all talk saying continually how he cared for me really liked me, would flip everything on me every time when I was his fault things would go completely wrong when I would see him he would just leave and make up an excuse...I put a lot of though and care in it and haven’t been in any other relationship before so didn’t know the signs (I still feel stupid)... his actions he would really hurt me and not treat me well....this was over a year we were in communication I didn’t see him enough to make anything official but everyday we would talk and I put my all Into it....come to find out he’s had a girlfriend the whole time. That really hurt me. He still wanted to see me while with her but I wasn’t interested in being the “side chick”....Anyway, I’ve been really having a hard time moving on from it as we’ve kind of been in communication here and there but haven’t made plans to see him....the girlfriend knows it all I sent her all the proof and talked on the phone telling her everything...so it’s hard to have sympathy for the girl when she knows it all still stays and told me herself this has happened other times too...i for some reason don’t have interest in dating other men (didn’t use anyone to get over him...) and the other day went on a date with a guy but just still don’t know what’s holding me back?

"so I’ve stopped dating for a while now since my last situationship really brought me down and drained me completely."

Take all of the time that you need

"I had the intention of a relationship (we were talking and seeing each other long distance) he said he did too, but every time I saw him something would go wrong, he would leave me, block me and it was just an overall toxic situation."

Never take a mans word seriously, ONLY his actions moving forward...

"I put a lot of though and care in it and haven’t been in any other relationship before so didn’t know the signs (I still feel stupid)"

I feel for you, we live and we learn! I hate when the bad men ruin it for the good ones. They don't grasp how much damage they truly cause!

"everyday we would talk and I put my all Into it....come to find out he’s had a girlfriend the whole time."

He was an energy vampire... if a man isn't treating you well you need to preserve your energy and move on with your life. Always...

"Anyway, I’ve been really having a hard time moving on from it as we’ve kind of been in communication here and there but haven’t made plans to see him...."

I'm genuinely curious why you choose to stick around and let him have any access to you at all? He hasn't shown you an ounce of interest so far. How do you expect to detach from someone you are still in communication with? Of course trying to date someone else isn't going to do anything for you...

"i for some reason don’t have interest in dating other men (didn’t use anyone to get over him...) and the other day went on a date with a guy but just still don’t know what’s holding me back?"

You're holding yourself back by not blocking him from your life. From what I read this boy doesn't like you at all (harsh truth). Just because a boy contacts you or communicates with you doesn't mean he's genuinely into you (unfortunately they will waste your time if you let them). You might be experiencing limerence since this is a one way street. The only person interested in this non existent relationship is yourself, he already has a girlfriend. You're obsession with potential will continue to eat at you if you don't decenter him and focus on yourself instead. Please be more caring and gentle with yourself.... you need to walk away and put up some strong (healthy) boundaries as soon as possible.

[supernaturalworldsofsecondlife]

Roleplay Standards; Reasons to use them.

So, it's been a bit with some insanity behind the scenes, but I'm able to actually sit down and form some thoughts and feelings surrounding these things. But first; a scenario! You're going around and you're roleplaying in groups, you're making connections and plans. Things are going good! But then you start to notice some little things that seem off. One of them seems very possessive of your time. Yet another tends to ignore plans they've made as well as hooks. What do you do? Here's where the standards come in. But before I go further, I should note; YOU ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO ROLEPLAY WITH OTHERS. But I will also stress that if you give dates, or tell someone you're 'going to', that implies that said obligation will be met. I'm someone who doesn't expect much out of others aside from the bare minimum. Being good to one another, open communication in regards to potential triggers so I know what to stay away from, etc. Very basic things that help us gauge whether or not we're a 'fit' in terms of collaborative writing and how well our energy bounces. But then you run into two types of people who abuse that. You have the person who will demand EVERY ounce of your time, which is bad... Then you have people who will set a time and day, flake, then set another time and day. When you find yourself the object of obsession to the point they want you to have a certain face credit/claim, or that your character in a video game isn't to their expectations all the while obsessing over scenes that have yet to happen? Drop, block, and run. This is one of the very few instances where I find ghosting absolutely necessary. These are the type of people that you should have standards against because 1) they're suck the energy right out of you and 2) use narcissistic or dark empath traits to keep you there. More times than not, these people are why BadRPerStories exist. Likewise, when you find yourself being flaked out on over and over on specific dates with frequent communication over an obligation? Don't waste your time on them, especially if they're very active in other circles. Hold your standards and quietly drop them. If they ask why -- be honest if you tell them, but don't be a jerk about it. Though, this is another situation where I feel ghosting is very valid because they're not valuing your time enough. And sure, there's nuance to every situation. Maybe IRL came up or the muse isn't there -- in which case it's easier to be honest, that way time isn't invested unnecessarily. Speaking from personal experience, it takes a while to rebuild that momentum back if you're an avid storyteller and you let people walk all over you. Have reasonable standards. Communicate them often. If they cannot meet expectations of either posting cadence deadlines, or just meet a very simple obligation after they said they would? Get rid of them. They're not worth it. If they're obsessing over you, your character to the point you're drained? Get rid of them. If you're in a group RP (discord or video games) and they're always needing to know who you're roleplaying with? Get rid of them. These are, and should be if they aren't, red flags. Block them, block their alts. Having standards will help protect your mental health, help you garner the right people that fit your writing styles best, and generally it helps keep you safe on the internet. We live in a time where this hobby has often turned into a different form of escapism. Where instead it was just a fun thing that we could do, people are using it to completely substitute things in real life and will try to use you to do that. Don't fall for it. If you've found yourself in situations like these, or even going through them currently and you stumble onto this -- it doesn't hurt to re-evaluate your standards. If you feel trapped or stuck? Maybe raise the bar of entry just a little bit. <3

[ketchupatsuka]

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Before anything else, before you tell me what you have decided to do with us, if you're going to stay or if you're going to leave, let me first say some things. I just don't want to end up not saying them after hearing your decision because for sure after I hear them, either I will get too happy that I will forget what I am going to say or I will be too broken to utter anything after. If this is okay with you, then I will first summarize everything that I will be saying from hereon;

I want to fight for us.

Whichever your decision will be, I want you to know this: I want to fight for us, babe, but in a relationship one cannot just fight alone. What I'm trying to say is if you will fight, if you will choose the harder path that is us, then I will fight by your side. There will be no battle that you will face alone, and if so ever you chose to fight that battle alone, know that I will wait for your safe return to me; I will wait for your safe return that I have so much hoped for. There will be no struggle that you will struggle alone; we will struggle together, we will crawl out that hole together, we will endure every hardship that this world will offer us and cherish every moment that we will share together, good or bad. Know that I will never let you feel that you have no home that you can go home to when the storm is rough. Know that there will be no time that you will feel unloved, unappreciated, invalidated, or ignored. I know I have done things that made you feel these way before and I acknowledge those mistakes. I have regretted and still regret them until now so if you will let me, I will make it up to you with a lifetime of happiness. Let me show you how much a man can change for the sake of himself, the happiness that the he himself wants, and for the sake of the love of his life.

I will choose you every single day. I will choose to be with you through every struggle, every conflict, every joy, every sadness, every "normal" day because any day spent with you is worth more than what any day without you can. I hope you give me this chance. I hope that you can give us this chance.

We will fix whatever is broken, we will correct and learn from every mistake, we will decipher every enigma, we will get through together every bad day that we will get, we will cherish every moment that we will create, and we will love and choose each other until our last breath on this world. I will listen and try my best to understand every story and thought that you will share with me. I will make sure that you know that you are loved, safe, and appreciated. I will protect the trust that you have for me. I will never let any hardship we face go to waste and always try to learn from them. I will never stop trying.

This is how I atleast how I see us. If there is anything that discomforts you here, then please do tell me and we can talk about it and correct it if necessary. I also want to know how you see us - how you dream of us.

And so I want to fight for us. I want to fight for the possibilities that we can still get. I want to fight for every inch of love and trust that we still have for each other. I want to fight for us

and if god forbid you choose to give up on us, then maybe I will regret that we won't have something to share with again, maybe temporarily or maybe permanently. If you choose to give up, if ever that you choose to leave, I will respect every ounce of gut and courage it took you to make that choice. It will take every molecule I have on me to accept things and let you go, but I will. I will let you go if you think that your happiness is not with me but a life without me instead. If you choose to leave, I will open the door, but before I open that door, I will tell you every single reason that I have first as to why we started in the first place, I will tell you every single reason I have as to why we shouldn't end, and I will tell you every single reason I have as to why you should choose me instead. I will exhaust every possible but reasonable and respectable option that I have before you go.

I want to fight for us with every thing that I have.

[leonasbunny]

— LEONA X FEM!BUNNY READER ˗ˋˏ♡ ˎˊ˗

• general, soft fluffy headcanons jwjwjw >:)) !!

because our hubby needs it ;3 !!

mentions of : sexual themes, predator-prey relationship, general fluffy stuff and mentions is angst then and there !!

“ If you only knew how much you meant to me, Kingscholar.. The things I’d do for you, the very galaxies and stars i’d lay before your feet if I could.. If only I could grab the very essence of life itself and pour it down onto the spring meadows we both lumber our sleep upon, I’d fill the fields with flowers for us to run across on and rift ourselves away with our bodies and mind swayed away.. Just you n’ me, Leona.”

He felt his heart skip a heat, thundering with passion with cupids arrow struck into his heart; piercing through the skin and tissue and straight into his veins.

Leona, the prideful lion who couldn’t give an ounce, not even two shits, about being affectionate and all; he couldn’t be easily swayed with words, nor could he easily be swooned with smirks. but you, Herbivore? Oh, darling you have no idea what you do to him.

He’s speechless, breathless, he wants to fucking pick you up and kiss the life out of you with all your heart and his too. Leona; whom had never been thought to be considered someone worthy; only knew that he was worthy to himself. His narcissism grew and grew, yet when you said that; everything fell..

He was no longer dawned on the thought that people should beckon to him, but instead- he found himself drawing nearer towards you.. Expressionless as he cups your little, squishy face and leans in with his warm, hot breath touching your skin and leaking softly from the scent of his perfume cascading your senses..

“The fuck’re you sayin’ herbivore? Are ya really trying to test me, huh? Little bunny. Tch, come here, cutie.”

Leona picks you up, grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushes you into a heavy kiss; regarding with you whimpering under the lions touch. A frightful bunny shouldn’t have said such a beautiful thing.. unless the little herbivore wants a taste of what it’s like to be the queen beside him..~

Leona, all jokes aside, loves it.. he really does. His ears perk up and his blush is so much more evident, as such as his flushed appearance. He can’t believe he’s ever hear something like that.. but given it’s you, he should’ve expected it. But can you blame him for being surprised?

Shadowed in the Afterglow Savannah by his own brother; much to the citizens disapproval of the second brother of Farena, he was looked down upon. Leona didn’t come out unscathed and untouched, frankly- he suffered through the hell of his childhood being second all his life. Thrown away by the country, wasted off from the Savannah. Though he stood firm, bearing a scar on his eye; trauma from neglect and love and affection of those around him and his palace courts-men.

But you, little bunny? You’re healing him. You’re healing his wounds, but even so the scars still remain and linger in his memory, you’re wiping the wounds off his body, erasing every fragment of a bad touch left in his figure. You found the key to his heart, and he utterly adores you for staying with him all these months..

One day, he hopes to take you to his home, and marry you there. Marriage is something you two haven’t talked about, given the early stages of your relationship. But he knows you inside and out, he knows you’re innocent, and even more so; more gorgeous than any girl he’s ever met. I’d say he’d propose to you anytime, anywhere regardless of the situation you’re in or wherever you are.

Leona doesn’t like to admit it, but he genuinely is afraid of losing you, his bunny. His darling herbivore. Leona thoroughly hates showing such weakness towards you. He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself, especially given the fact women are highly respected back in his home kingdom; and you’re a very independent little bunny.. but hints of fear are given anytime Leona starts fearing you may be stolen away and he will be left with nothing once again.

It will never happen though, you promised him it wouldn’t. You love him with all your given heart, and he believes and trusts your word; and he will never admit any of the things he feels deep down; but he wants you to know that he does care. He does love you, but he’s unsure of how to give you that love.

Guide him through the relationship. Your big lion belongs to you, and you only. And he believes belong him, in a respectful manner of course.

But he knows the basics of dating, he’s had enough experience thirdwheeling Farena and his wife to have his heart stripped off the title of becoming King, thanks to his adorable little nephew. So of course, he knows quite a bit. He will give you expensive things; and no matter what you give him, expensive or cheap, he treasures it.

Made a picture frame of you and him? Expect it to be sitting beside his bed table next to his lamp so he can wake up to seeing your beautiful face every morning.

Made a bracelet out of cheap jewellery? He doesn’t care, he thinks it actually looks pretty good and cute. He will wear it, much to Ruggie’s teasing and soft remarks.

But he does it to show that he does care. And he hopes you do know that..

Leona believes that in a predator and prey relationship, he should mark you as his. Sex is one thing, but another is fully marking your neck; aka— him biting you and actually making a small, open wound in your neck. Hickeys are to be expected every single time in the relationship, regardless if you two are sexual or not.

He will grab you gently by the waist while you’re continuing to do whatever you’re doing; and press his body against you whilst biting your neck softly with kisses and affectionate nips. After all, can you blame this lion for wanting a little taste of his own food?

He will tend to go a bit overboard and end up leaving your neck with hickeys all over; slight drops of blood then and there. If you enjoy that sort of thing like he does then HWJSJWJSUWJ eXpeCt it to happen a lot whenever you’re spending time with him.

Whenever you’re in public spaces in school, you two are holding hands and he just doesn’t give a shit whoever throws a glance then and there. What’s there to be ashamed about? You’re dating. You are something these boys could never have even if they wished. A perfect wifey, motherly figure for Leona. A soft little bunny to wife over the big sleepy lion.

Leona loves the dynamic between you two, and so do you. You will be beside the Savanaclaw trio a lot, staying with Ruggie and hanging out with Jack. Leona trusts them that they’d look after you, given his orders. Especially since you’re a helpless little herbivore thrown out into a pack of wild predators within the school.

But he does tend to be a little jealous then and there, so please don’t mind him whenever you four are hanging out somewhere in his school and his tail tends to give you a little squeeze in your thigh, every so now and then. It’s just his way of being protective and showing the fact that you’re his, nobody else’s. And he is yours to do whatever you please.

He’s not uncomfortable with a lot really, so have free reign to do whatever you like. He struggles with public affection but if you like it, then he’ll let his pride slip. But oh boy, if you’re in private quarters or behind locked doors; you best know you’re not escaping his grasp. He’ll be hella affectionate to you, grinding against you and marking his scent on you.

Whether you like your relationship to be strictly romantic and slightly sexual, or mostly sexual and somewhat romantic, Leona honestly just doesn’t give a shit. He just wants to be with his bunny.

Speaking of which, your ears and tail is what he adores so much about you. His little herbivore is so freaking cute!!! He loves squishing you gently sometimes, touching your tail shaking softly and he loves touching your ears.

Please touch his as well! They’re sensitive but it’s a sign that you trust him. He loves you, dear sweetheart. He wants to be intimate with you, romantically. And he wants nothing more than to be soft and fluffy with you,, truthfully it makes him forget about his past; the future

You make him focus on the present..

.. ❤️🍓❤️

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 & 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐜.𝐞

a/n: this was a request :) i loved writing it for you!!

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18+ warning

Warnings: 18+, language, no plot- just porn, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), light overstimulation (m receiving), sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 1.5k

Narrow beams of sun slip between the cracks of the blinds, and the sound of the dress drawer opening cause him to stir. Lazily looking over the comforter, he sees your backside- the only thing covering you is the panties.

Oblivious to the man staring at you from behind, you grab a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Setting them on top of the dresser, you slide down the panties- tossing them into the hamper with your pajamas.

The sound of the water running drowns out the music that plays from your phone. You're trying your hardest to not wake Chris. It's rare when he sleeps in, and you didn't want to disturb him with the sound of music or rustling through the drawers.

The sight of your fully nude body sends jolts of energy through him. He stares as your body gracefully moves through the room, collecting things for your shower.

Barely awake, you haphazardly tie your hair up. The baby hairs that didn't make it into the bun fall around your neck and around your face.

After wrapping the towel around your body, covering your intimate areas, Chris's lower half perks up, unaware of your boyfriend awake- you disappear behind the bathroom wall. There is a moment of thought before Chris throws the blanket off his body.

The shower door opens, and steam escapes. You're welcomed by the warm water that instantly relaxes your muscles, and your eyes flutter shut- sighing in relief.

Just as you're about to grab your loofa and body wash, the shower door opens. The cool air stings against your warmed skin. Goosebumps covering your body, you yelp in fear- gripping your chest and squeezing your eyes shut. Your back hitting the shower wall, water spraying in your hair.

Whatever ounce of exhaustion you felt is gone by the surprise visitor.

When you open your eyes, you're greeted with an overly excited thirty-nine-year-old man standing in front of you.

"I thought you were sleeping!" The sigh of relief and annoyed tone causes Chris to chuckle.

" 'm sorry I scared you, but you were showering without me," His lips pout, and his eyes droop.

"You were supposed to be sleeping- Chris, I have to actually shower." The threatening tone and pointing finger losing their effect when you glance down- eyeing his already hard cock.

The words slowing and your mouth watering. Chris takes notice of the prolonged stare and smirks to himself.

"m'kay, I'll behave," He teases playfully, breaking your trance.

While reaching for your loofa, you feel his calloused palms on your hips stopping you. So instead, he goes for the loofa and the bottle of citrus-smelling soap.

You stand behind him. Water falls down his back- highlighting the muscles and your eyes watch as each water droplet falls from his skin.

Chris turns around, messaging the soap into the loofa. Suds forming around his fingers. He smiles, turning your body around- so you're facing the wall. The loofa glides over your shoulder and upper back. Your head tilts and rolls in front of you, stretching your neck- letting your body relax once again.

The loofa is tossed to the shower bench. Your body is brought to his chest, and his hands run over your torso with the soap. His hands replace the sponge and cup your breasts. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

Chris gently kisses the side of your head as he palms your breasts- messaging them. The suds have worked their way into your skin. Small kisses pepper along your neck and shoulder. His beard tickling the skin.

The water sprays into your hair as he steps back, solidifying his stance.

Irritated, you groan softly.

"Today wasn't wash day!" The whine isn't met with an attempt to move, stuck in the bliss of his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples.

Chris chuckles into your neck- attention broke from the complaint. His hands stop their work on your breasts. You turn around, wondering why the pleasureful sensation has stopped.

"I'm trying to do my best work," His tone playfully hurt.

Bringing your lips to his, you sigh,

" 'm sorry, how will I ever make it up to you?" Chris sharply inhales, and his eyes flutter shut.

Your fingers wrap around his length. Slowly stroking him and placing small pecks on his chest. The tile floor meets your knees as you sink down, still stroking him. Chris stepped back to lean against the wall, removing himself from the water.

His cock is swollen and leaking precum. Your lips close around his tip, earning a whimper from Chris. It echos within the confined four walls of the shower. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you hollow your hand twists the rest of his throbbing cock.

"Shit!" His hand wraps itself around your hair—the water deforming the bun, making it more into a loose ponytail.

Guiding your head with your hair, you take more of him inside- stopping halfway. Drool hangs from your mouth as you pull yourself off of him. Chris stares down at you, your innocent eyes stare back at him. Not breaking the contact, you slide down his length- nose brushing against his pelvis.

Another sharp inhale and a breathy whine escape him. You hold yourself against him for a moment before gagging against him.

The sound of your gags pushes Chris closer to his climax. Pulling off of him once more, you pump his length. His cock is in desperate need of a release.

"Feels s'good, baby- shit!" Chris jerks his hips against your hand.

The overwhelming pleasure washes over him. Strings of curses flow from his lips, bucking his hips.

Ropes of cum shoot onto your tongue as you continue to stroke his length, making sure to get every last drop. The sensitivity causes an airy whimper to escape him.

"It's too sensitive- please," Giggling, you stand to your feet- hand still pumping him.

"just don't wanna waste any," His chest rises and falls, trying to stabilize his breath.

Without warning, the sides of your face are cupped by his hands, and your lips melt into his. Tasting himself, Chris moans against your mouth. The kiss heats up as Chris's hands begin to roam over your wet body. Water spraying as your bodies switch places, your leg propped up by the shower bench.

"You said you were gonna behave," Kisses are being scattered all over your breasts and torso. Your fingers lace through his wet hair,

"You started it," He mumbles against your skin- his tongue licking down your tummy toward your pelvis.

His facial hair tickles your sensitive inner thighs as he kisses around your clit. Your cunt yearns for his lips to surround your clit- to be stuffed full of his cock. Chris's fingers spread your folds open, seeing just how needy you are for him.

"God, I love this cunt," He breathes, inhaling your scent.

Teasing your aching hole, his tongue glides inside your folds. Pleasure builds inside your lower abdomen.

His tongue flickers around your clit. His palms hold your legs apart, allowing better access to your sensitive nerve.

"Please, baby-" The moans echo throughout the walls, encouraging Chris.

His lips close around your clit, sucking on the nerve- his hand travels up to your breast. Adding pleasure by pinching your nipple. You feel your legs begin to feel weak as the assault on your aching cunt continues.

Clawing at the slick wall, you roll your hips into his mouth- desperate for more. Chris presses his hand against your tummy, pinning it against the wall.

"Would you stop movin'?" The frustrated grunt sends vibrations around your clit.

The pleasure overwhelms your body, sending warning shocks through you.

"I'm gonna cum- feels so good- fuck!" For a moment, his mouth is ripped from your clit.- only for it to be replaced with his cock.

Contracting around his cock, your mouth falls open at the size of his cock. Chris chuckles at the reaction. No matter how many times he is inside you- it's still a shock.

Clinging to his back and neck, you choke,

"Chris, please-"

He thrusts into you at a rapid pace- his heavy pants ring through your ear. Eyes flutter shut, unable to stay open.

"S'tight, I gotta fuck this cunt more often, huh?" The filthy words are muffled as you enter a state of nirvana.

Each thrust getting deeper and deeper- the whimpers and whines flow from your throat shamelessly. Chris feels your walls close around him.

"I can feel it, baby; you need to cum?" Frantically nodding, your head hits the shower wall.

Chis's pace picks up, sending you over the edge. Shockwaves soar through your body, and your legs go numb. Your body clings to Chris as moans fly from you.

"There you go, baby, s'good," He stands still- allowing your body to calm down.

Chris pulls himself out slowly- your pelvis buck from the lack of fullness. Once your breathing steadies and you regain your balance- a glare is shot in Chris's direction.

"You're not allowed to shower with me- ever." You playfully scold.

Chris laughs, grabbing at your body, but you squirm- dodging his grasp laughing along with him.

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vulnerable ~ captain jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 1845

request?: yes!

“♥️Hi, I wanted to request something for Jack Sparrow if that's okay? So, I was watching potc dead man's chest, and noticed how at the end where Elizabeth kisses him, Jack is so soft and gentle with her, he barely moves, he looks so vulnerable and small, it touched my heart. So I wanted to ask something like that, where when the reader first kisses him he's surprised and vulnerable, maybe never thought she would like him back. something with angst, an emotional Jack, but a happy ending, thanks <3″

description: in which he becomes vulnerable when she kisses him and admits her feelings for him

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, an attack that leads to a sinking ship

masterlist (one, two)

If there’s one side of Captain Jack Sparrow that was never shown, it was his vulnerable side.

Being vulnerable only got you one thing when you were a pirate, and that was killed. You had to be tough as a pirate, especially as an infamous captain. Sure, Jack had his less than serious moments, but no one saw that softer side of him. He wouldn’t let anyone see it as long as he lived.

Until (Y/N) joined the crew.

She had stowed away on the Black Pearl the last time they were docked. Pintel and Ragetti had found her hidden among the barrels of rum below deck. They brought her to Jack, expecting their captain to throw the stowaway into the water and leave her for dead.

“I’m not trying to steal!” she insisted. “I was just trying to get away. Please, I can be of some use. If you don’t want me here, I’ll depart when you find land next. You’ll never see me again.”

Jack studied their stowaway. She was small and he could see in her eyes that she had definitely had a hard life wherever she had come from. She wasn’t a threat, and he felt like he wanted to protect her.

“She’s not a threat,” he decided. “She can stay.”

Captain Jack Sparrow had a way with the ladies, everyone knew this. He could get under the skirt of almost any woman he wanted just with a few sweet nothings whispered in their ear. But what he felt for (Y/N) was different. He found his chest would warm whenever she was around, and he’d easily get tongue tied.

He wanted to vocalize these feelings to her, but every time he tried he would chicken out. Instead he would find some way to open himself to (Y/N) more, to show her the side no one else ever saw. In return, (Y/N) told Jack all about herself, and they became the only two people on the Black Pearl to know so much about one another.

Then came the day of the attack.

They were sailing on a beautiful day. Not a single cloud in the sky, nor anything in their sights. (Y/N) was stood at the bow, watching as the Black Pearl peacefully move through the calm water.

“Peaceful days scare me,” she said, startling Jack who had been approaching her.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked.

She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. “I just knew.”

He stepped up onto the bow next to her. “Why do peaceful days scare you?”

“They are so few and far between that I always expect the worst to happen,” she explained. “Either the weather is bad, or something bad is happening. We have yet to have such a calm and peaceful day.”

“Maybe we’re just lucky today.”

(Y/N) looked up at him with a skeptical look. “Maybe.”

They were silent then, but it was a comfortable silence. Jack looked over at (Y/N), who was now gazing out over the water. The breeze blew her hair slightly, giving Jack a better look at her face. Despite her feelings on peaceful days, her face looked relaxed and at peace in that moment.

Jack’s mouth moved before his brain could comprehend what he was doing. “(Y/N).”

She looked up at him. “Yes Jack?”

He opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by Gibbs shouting. “Captain! Enemies along the horizon!”

Jack and (Y/N) shared a look before racing for the wheel where Gibbs had been standing. Jack took the telescope from his first made and looked through it at the oncoming ship.

“Not necessarily an enemy ship, Gibbs,” Jack said, trying to zero on the flag the ship was flying but was unable to get a good look at it. “Might just be someone else sailing today.”

But then the sound of a cannon rang out and the water beside the Black Pearl shook violently.

“Shit,” Jack hissed. “Get to the cannons! Return fire!”

“Is that a good idea, Jack?” (Y/N) asked. “They’re so far away, we’ll be wasting ammo.”

“We have to show them we aren’t going down without a fight,” Jack declared.

His men loaded the cannons and fired back at the ship. The giant masses landed just inches from the enemy ship, causing the water around it to build up in massive waves and disrupt the ship’s course.

“Again!” Jack called. “Just one more this time!”

As they fired another shot at the ship, another cannonball landed in the water next to them as well. Anyone above deck was thrown to the ground as the ship tilted due to the waves.

“Jack, we have to retreat!” (Y/N) insisted as she tried to get to her feet.

“There’s no retreat,” Jack said. “They’re advancing on us fast. By the time we even turn to get away, they’d be on us.”

“Well what do we do then?”

The next cannonball hit the ship directly, putting a massive hole in the side of it. The Black Pearl began to sink into the water began to fill the deck.

“Abandon ship!” Jack called. “Go to everyone below deck and make sure anyone who can be saved is saved! Abandon ship and swim to the nearest land or boat you can find!”

He turned to (Y/N). There was so much fear in her eyes and she looked close to tears. Jack cupped her face in his hands, trying to remain calm himself.

“Find land, get help,” he told her. “For yourself, don’t look back for us.”

“No!” she exclaimed. “If I get anywhere, I’ll be sending the first boat back looking for you and the others.”

“We’re pirates, (Y/N). No one will care about us. No one will want to save us.”

“I will want to, and I will save you.”

Before Jack could argue further, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Every ounce of fear or worry slowly dissolved then and Jack relaxed into the kiss. He put one hand on the back of her head while holding her body close to his with the other. They were so lost in one another that they didn’t realize the entire front of the ship was submerged in water until Gibbs called out for them again.

(Y/N) pulled away first. Jack gently caressed her face, his face mirroring the fear in her own. Except he wasn’t afraid of the enemy ship or the attack; he was afraid of never seeing her again.

“I will find you,” he promised.

(Y/N) nodded. “I will find you, too.”

The two of them jumped ship as another cannonball landed next to the sinking ship. (Y/N) reached for Jack, who had been next to her moments before, but found herself thrown around in the chaos of the sinking ship and the still attacking enemies. She tried to open her eyes to look for Jack, but the water stung so bad she was unable to see.

She broke through the water a few times, but continued to be shoved back down by the crewmates or by the force of the sinking ship. Finally, she began to swim away as fast as her body could take her. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew she had to get away before the Black Pearl took her down with it.

(Y/N) swam and swam until her arms and legs grew too tired to swim anymore. When she was finally far enough away from the chaos, she broke through the water and inhaled the fresh air into her lungs. She could no longer see either ship, or her crewmates. She wasn’t sure if she had swam away that far that she couldn’t see them, or if they had all gone down with their beloved ship as well.

Her body ached, but she did everything she could to stay above water. There were no signs of land or another boat anywhere. Not even any debris for her to float on. Just water as far as the eye could see. (Y/N) felt a lump grow in her throat and all she wanted to do was cry. She had lost the people she cared most about, she had lost the place she considered home. She had lost Jack.

(Y/N) was floating for some time when another boat sailing through the water spotted her. They got close enough that one of their members could reach into the water and pull her out. She nearly sobbed with relief when her tired body was able to relax against the ship’s floor.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” one of the crew members asked, kneeling down to peer into (Y/N)’s face. “Have you been hurt?”

She shook her head sheepishly, still regaining her energy. “I...I was on a-on a ship. We were...we were attacked.”

“Another from the shipwreck!” the crewmate called. He turned back to (Y/N) to add, “We’ve rescued a number of your crewmates, they’re all below deck receiving any medical attention they may need.”

It took a moment for his words to get through her head. When they did, she jumped up as fast as she could and made her way below deck. Many familiar faces were sat together or laying in the beds provided, but not the familiar face she was looking for. (Y/N)’s heart squeezed with sadness as she desperately looked for Jack among her saved crewmates.

She tried not to let her disappointment show as a call was heard from above ship. “We’ve got another! Says he’s the captain!”

(Y/N) turned to watch as the crewmates brought Jack down below ship, his hair and clothes clinging to him from the water. She contained herself for just a moment, waiting to see if Jack needed any medical attention. When his eyes locked on her, however, he broke free from the grasp of the crewmates and ran to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply, there in front of all of his men.

“I thought I lost you,” he breathed between kisses.

“I thought I had lost you as well,” she responded. “When I came down and didn’t see your face. I was so sure - ”

“Shh, love,” Jack said, placing a finger against her lips. “No need to worry now. We’re both alright.”

“Oh Jack, the Black Pearl,” (Y/N) said. “I’m so sorry about your ship.”

Jack chuckled. “My ship? Don’t apologize for that. My only worry was you, and you’re okay now.”

“Well,” came Gibbs’ voice, tearing the two away from their moment. “I never thought I would heard the great Captain Jack Sparrow say he cared more for a lady than his own ship.”

“What can I say, Gibbs?” Jack said, putting an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pulling her close to him. “She brings out the softer side in me, and maybe I’m much better for it.”

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This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

[kpostedsum]

high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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Wedding Day Blues | Pt.1

Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader

Prompt/summary: When your ex-fiancé leaves you at the alter, who’s there for you? Your best friend Matsukawa. After spending a day exploring Italy all dressed up out of pure pettiness, you make your way back to the abandoned yet paid for honeymoon suite that you were supposed to spend the night in with the other man. You weren’t expecting much to happen that night, in fact you thought that the two of you might change and venture out later for dinner, but what you were least expecting was Matsukawa to kiss you

Word count: 8.9K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, clit stimulation, fingering, squirting, deep penetration, dirty talk, overall it’s nothing too kinky. Sort of fluffy, strong language, 18+

Notes: Probably about 90% of this chapter is just smut 😬 I was supposed to spend the past few days writing the rest of Makki’s FWB to lovers chapter, but this idea came to me and stole every ounce of my attention away. Regardless of the fact that this was not what I was supposed to be working on, I hope that you enjoy the chapter anyways. Matsukawa is just too sexy of a thought to push aside

Just a quick clarification in-case anyone gets confused, this is not an angst. Matsukawa does not abandon you at the alter 😫 he would never 

Part 1 (current chapter) | Part 2 (Wedding Day) 

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¥199,448.10 was down the drain on a single wedding dress, though it was downright gorgeous. A striking white ballgown with a beaded cream bodice and a cream base beneath the white tulle that you were never going to wear again. It was almost a pitiful thought, especially since the use for the dress had been so short term on your wedding night here in Italy.

Your now ex-fiancé, a man that you now and forever would only view as a lying cheat, had run off minutes before the ceremony with his sisters friend who had begged to be one of your bridesmaids. It left you wandering the room, thanking people for coming and apologizing for the waste of their time and money, though who was really surprised? You were only marrying the man because he was rich and your family was growing desperate for money. It was arranged years ago when the two of you were teenagers, though if you were being completely honest with yourself, even you had fallen a little bit for his meaningless charm.

It wasn’t the sort of falling for him as if you’d fallen in love with the man. Instead it was a falling for him that left you wanting to have sex with him and explore more of this charm. He was a very handsome man— pretty enough on the outside to cheat and ugly enough on the inside to stay for the thrill of leading someone on. Thankfully for your wellbeing, you hadn’t fully fallen for the mans pointless flattery or else you would be a sobbing mess right now rather than being vaguely annoyed that he’d done this to you.

You turned away from his sister who was apologizing for her brothers behavior before she got distracted by a rumor that the runaways were moving here to Italy together and that was why your ex-fiancé had pushed so hard for the wedding here, but you couldn’t have cared less to hear it. When you turned, you met Matsukawa’s eyes from across the room. He sent you a small, sympathetic smile as he started to walk over, holding his arms out for a hug. You leaned into the man, wishing that this day had never come. You were humiliated, annoyed, and most of all, tired.

“I’m sorry. He was lousy.” Matsukawa said, but it wasn’t the first time. Ever since he had met the man, your typically relaxed and fun-loving best friend had hated him openly, ignoring him whenever he spoke to him and not even doing so little as to bother looking at him. He’d always known that he was messing around and trying to make a fool of you, and that was something that Matsukawa had not appreciated him doing to you in the slightest.

“A lousy good for nothing,” you agreed, pulling back from the comforting hug to look at the man with a small smile. The tie that he was wearing was loosened around his neck a bit, though it seemed as if he had been taking it off before spotting you because he reached up to continue taking the tie off and shoving it down into his pocket all rolled up as he spoke to you.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, looking around at all of the people that were talking amongst themselves and slowly filtering out. “I doubt anyone would mind if the bride who got left at the alter left this sham of a wedding.” You gave a bit of a laugh and nodded.

“I want to leave so bad, but I am planning on wearing this dress in pure pettiness for the rest of the day.” You said, making the man laugh as he undid a single button on his shirt.

“Then I’ll wear this all day. We’ll go somewhere simple and sit there in this wedding attire like a couple of runaways.”

“Even though I wasn’t even the one who ran away,” you grumbled, reaching up and carefully taking the hair piece that held your vail out, looking back at the long train. It went past even your dress which trailed off a few inches, something that your mother and the woman who was supposed to be your mother-in-law had pushed for you to get because it had “Made you look like a princess,” as they had put it that day.

“Hey, those people don’t know us. For all they know, we just got married and we might get free gelato as a congratulations.” You thought for a second before you looked back at your best friend as you let the clip and vail fall from your hand.

“You know what, you are the smartest man that I have ever met.” Matsukawa chuckled, offering you an arm that you quickly linked with your own as he started to slowly guide you towards the doors.

“I have my moments.” He said with a little sigh, looking over and seeing his parents. He sent them a little wave, not missing the way that his mother laughed at the two of you as you walked out of the building. He had just barely caught a glimpse of the two of you in the mirror by the doors, but you really did look like a couple who had just gotten married. “I was thinking maybe I could innocently stay the night with you in your honeymoon suite that you have here. Why leave Italy when we could stay out of pure pettiness as well?”

“That’s a good idea. I was excited to go sight-seeing. And sight-seeing with you would be so much better than sight-seeing with that lousy asshole anyways.” You said, stepping out of the doors with the man. The sun was bright and warm, but it felt nice. As much as you adored Japan, Italy was something you had been glad you sprung for even if it was merely a ruse for your fiancé to leave you for.

“Exactly, why not hang out with your best friend like a newly wedded married couple for a few days.” You gave a cute laugh and leaned into the man a bit more.

“Not like everyone didn’t think we were dating in high school anyways.” A smile twitched at the corner of Matsukawa’s mouth as he peeked down at you.

“You know what, that’s true.” He tightened his arm in your own and looked around the beautiful country, a little smile curling onto his lips as he walked down the street with you. “Now come on, we got shit to explore.”

You yawned as you walked in the door, Matsukawa quickly following afterwards and locking it after the two of you. This dress was gorgeous, but you had to be honest, it was weighing heavy on your legs, and the heels that you wore had exhausted your feet after walking in them all day long around Italy. Even as the sun was only just now setting outside and you’d left with Matsukawa at noon, you were exhausted.

“You ready for bed already?” Matsukawa asked with a bit of a teasing snicker as you plopped down on the little sofa. On the wall, there was a fireplace that was lined with photos of happy couples in the past who had stayed in this room. The bed was in the other room, and you couldn’t wait to see the rest of this beautiful place that you were staying in.

“Hey, I got left at the alter, you can’t be mean to me today.” Matsukawa snickered, walking over to you and kneeling on the ground in front of you.

“I promise that I will not be mean to you anymore.” He said, helping you slide the uncomfortable but gorgeous heels off your feet. He brought them to the door and set them beside his own before walking back over to you and sitting beside you. “Here, give me your feet and I’ll rub them.” He said, patting his lap.

“Oh, that’s nice of you.” You said, bringing a single leg up onto the sofa. Matsukawa took your foot into his hand and gently put pressure on your aching heels, making you give a soft sigh in relief as you relaxed against the sofa cushions. “Thank you, Issei.” The man sent you a smile and rubbed along your arch, applying just enough pressure to feel good, but not too much that it hurt.

“You’re welcome.” The two of you sat in silence for a minute, just you relaxing with your eyes closed as Matsukawa rubbed your feet, pushing your dress up a little bit so that he could gently rub along your ankles as well. “What do you want to do for the rest of the night?” He asked suddenly, earning a soft hum from you as you thought.

“Well, I was going to have sex, but since that’s off the table, I have no idea.” Matsukawa gave a soft chuckle at you.

“It isn’t off the table, you just need to hire a hooker.” You laughed, looking at the man and shaking your head when he looked at you as well.

“What do you want to do, Issei?” He thought for a moment before he looked around.

“Does this place not have a tv?” He asked, looking back at you just as you shook your head. “Why the hell not?”

“It’s supposed to be an intimate night with your new lover, so there’s no tv and there’s no WiFi.” Matsukawa huffed and looked back to your foot as he gently set it closer to his stomach and reached for your other foot.

“This is bullshit. If we were getting married, I never would have booked us a hotel with no tv.” You laughed and watched as the man started to rub your other aching foot.

“Face it, if we got married, we wouldn’t leave that bedroom long enough to watch even ten minutes of a movie.” A small smirk was on Matsukawa’s face as he nodded.

“You’re right. You’re incredibly horny and I’m a push-over.” You rolled your eyes and gently kicked the man, making him laugh.

“As if— you’re way hornier than I am. But what I meant was that we’re both horny, so… try and leave, and I think one of us would convince the other to stay.”

“You wouldn’t even be able to handle how I would rock your world.” He teased, gently massaging your foot and looking at you. “I think it might break you.”

“Yeah right, I’d so fuck you better than you could fuck me.” You said, oddly competitive with the man about this fake scenario in your mind. Truth be told, pretending you had married Matsukawa today was the most fun that you’d had in months.

“I guess we’ll never know.” Matsukawa said, looking back to your foot. You hesitated for a second before you shrugged.

“Yeah, unless we kept up this fake married ruse for the rest of the night and added it to the list of things that we’ve done together that we never bring up again.” Matsukawa hesitated as well for a second before he looked at you.

“I don’t know. You might fall in love with the idea of being Mrs. Matsukawa a little bit too much.” He said, and you couldn’t lie about the fact that him saying that had made your throat feel a bit dry as his fingers nearly stopped working on your foot.

“Do you mean that you might fall in love with the idea of me being Mrs. Matsukawa a bit too much?” You retorted, though truthfully your breath nearly hitched in your throat.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we find out, Mrs. Matsukawa.” He said, shifting a bit closer to you on the sofa. You swallowed the lump in your throat, sitting up a little bit as he neared you. “First one to fall in love loses?” Without thinking, you nodded a bit as the man gently pushed your legs off of his lap so that he could get closer to you.

“Bet you’ll fall in love first, Mr. Matsukawa.” A small smirk was on the mans face before he leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. You wanted to believe that you could win, but you had given a bit of a shaky breath the second that his lips pressed to yours, and you were immediately unsure. The man pressed his hand to the sofa beside you, his lips pressing to yours with more force as you slid a hand up into his curly hair and rested your other on his shoulder.

His lips were so soft pressed against your own, not to mention how good he smelled even after a day of walking around in the heat in not the airiest of clothes. There was a hint of cologne still clinging to both his skin and his clothes, and it was driving you crazy this close. Matsukawa reached up, brushing your hair back behind your ear as he kissed you, turning his head in the kiss and parting from your lips with a soft ‘smack’ for just a quick second.

With another shaky breath, you moved along with the man as he slowly lowered you back on the sofa as he leaned in. Your dress slid down a bit more up front with how you laid on the train, but you could have cared less as Matsukawa’s body pressed down on top of yours. Suddenly, the man pulled back from you, but before you could even open your eyes and look at him, he nudged your jaw with his fingers and leaned down to kiss your neck.

You gave a soft moan as the man sucked lightly on your skin, shifting beneath him again and keeping your eyes closed as you laid your head back on the comfortable cushion. Matsukawa’s lips were warm and wet against your neck, but you couldn’t have cared less for anything aside from how good it felt.

“Give it up, you know you’re gonna fall in love with me first.” He whispered in your ear, snapping you free from the trance you were in because of how good his lips felt.

“In your dreams.” You retorted, earning a little hum from the man as he pushed his lips back against yours without another word. His tongue pushed into your mouth, his hand slowly guiding your chin up so that he could swirl his tongue around yours. A soft sound came from you into the kiss as you went along with the mans movements, swirling your tongue around his in return.

You couldn’t help but feel almost pathetically small beneath the man. He was tall, he had broad shoulders, and he was muscular. The man leaned over you more, pressing a knee down on your dress between your legs and getting as close to you as he possibly could. As he pulled back to kiss you normally, you took the chance to teasingly nibble on his bottom lip, something that made the man smile above you a bit into the kiss.

“Why don’t we go where dreams are made and see who really gets their dream come true here?” He suddenly spoke, pulling back a bit as he made a comment that took a jab at your earlier words that you would only fall in love with him first in his dreams. You licked your lips, a bit anxious but otherwise nearly excited. With how good of a kisser your friend was, you were honestly excited to find out what else he was good at.

Matsukawa stood up as you nodded, watching as you sat up, but he was quick to lean down and scoop you up into his arms once you did, earning a soft yelp from you as you leaned into the man and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

“I’ve got you.” He promised, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. “Just because your shitty ex didn’t think you were everything he could’ve ever asked for and more doesn’t mean I can’t carry you to the bedroom.” You gave a soft little chuckle, pressing your head to the side of his and closing your eyes as you tried to force back the warmth that grew on your cheeks.

“I’d say you lucked out here, Mr. Matsukawa.” You teased, missing the little smirk that was on Issei’s face as he walked through the bedroom door. There was a little dip in the floor for a small sofa that looked as if it could be remote controlled to raise up and down into the ground, though the bed was in one too. Stairs surrounded the small area where the king sized bed was at, something Matsukawa carefully walked down with you in his arms.

“No need to worry, mrs. Matsukawa. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” He said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and setting you down on the unnaturally comfortable bed. You looked at the man as he shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it onto the floor carelessly. “I’ll benefit from his loss any day.” He said, moving to straddle your waist as he leaned in to kiss you. “You ready to take this off?” He asked, sliding his hand along your side gently, his fingers sliding along the beads on your upper-half as he cupped his hand around your breast and gave it a light squeeze. “Or do you want me to fuck you in it?” You couldn’t help but think about what it might be like to get fucked in this dress.

It was heavy, therefor making you heavier, and while you had no doubt that Matsukawa could hold you up, you hadn’t wanted to put so much stress on his arms.

On the flip side, fucking your best friend in the wedding dress that you were wearing at your wedding with another man who had left you on the alter was a delicious concept that you couldn’t seem to toss aside.

Matsukawa leaned in, giving you a minute to think as he softly kissed along your neck. You bit your lip, leaning into the man as you leaned your head to the side and slid your fingers up into his soft hair.

“I want you to fuck me in the dress, and then I want you to fuck me naked on this bed.” A small smirk curled onto Matsukawa’s lips as you finally told him what it was that you had wanted. He kissed your neck one final time before he leaned back and kissed your lips quickly.

“Then come here,” he said, pulling you close effortlessly by the waist. “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall.” He said softly, his lips pressing to yours again for a soft kiss. “Are you ready, or should I take some pleasure in burying my face between these legs of yours?” He asked, his hand sliding over your thigh while you wore the dress. There was no denying that you were wet down there, but his face between your legs was hard to pass up.

“You pick,” you said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his upper lip. “I can take you now, or you could make my legs shake in a different way.” A soft chuckle came from Matsukawa as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cleavage. The corset that your mother had made you wear was pushing your breasts up nicely, accentuating them in a way that drove Matsukawa wild as he buried his face against them as much as he could in this position.

“Come here,” he got up, reaching for your hand and bringing you along with him as you grabbed onto his hand. He brought you up the three steps down to the bed, past the little sofa in the ground, and over to the barren wall that was across the room from the bed. Gently, he pushed you back against the wall, making your cheeks heat up as he leaned in and bit gently on your neck, earning a little moan from you in return. “This might be a little bit difficult,” he said, getting down on his knees and lifting your dress up a ways. It was heavy, though he could have cared less as he licked his lips at the sight of your thighs. “Hold this for me.” He said, gathering the pretty dress in his hand and pulling it to the side to expose you.

You had been so warm beneath the dress that even though the air in the hotel room wasn’t all that cold, it made you shiver. Though you reached for the dress, holding back what Matsukawa had in one of his large hands with both of your own, and moving along with him as he slowly slid your thong down your legs.

“Oh, fuck…” he said so softly that you hadn’t heard it, only seeing the man lick his lips as he brought your panties up to his nose and took a whiff. You flushed even more, looking away from the man as he tossed them aside and leaned in. His tongue pushed out between his lips, licking along your clit and earning a soft hum from you. “Mmm, you’re wet.” He said, gently persuading your legs to spread more against the wall. You leaned back heavier, glancing down at the man as he licked along your clit again. “You smell so good.” He said softly again, though this time you had heard it. “Look at these thighs,” he gave them a soft pat, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh and earning a soft moan from you as he slowly licked up your leg and towards your pussy, though stopping before he got to where you wanted his mouth the most. “Mmm, you’re so sexy.” He said, peeking up at you. “I don’t know how the fuck anyone left you at the alter.”

“I must be intolerable.” You joked, watching Matsukawa’s lips quirk up into a little smile as he shook his head.

“I’ve been tolerating you my whole life,” he said, though it was only partially true in two ways. The first being that Matsukawa had never once viewed you as anything other than his adorable, fun best friend who he loved in so many different ways. The second being that the two of you had really only known each other since just before high school started when you moved onto his street and he met you with Makki one day. “So that’s bullshit and you know it, too.” He leaned in, kissing your clit but giving a small hum in thought.

“What?”

“Come here,” he said, though he stopped quickly and looked at you as he wrapped an arm around your thigh. “You trust me, don’t you?” Almost skeptically, you nodded. Matsukawa pressed a kiss to your thigh before bringing your leg over his shoulder, making sure you were steady against the wall before he brought your other leg over his shoulder as well. You gave a soft, anxious sound as you put your pressure back against the wall, not worried the man would drop you intentionally, though you had never been in a position like this before. “I have you,” he promised assuringly, and it was true. His hands were clamped onto your thighs, keeping you steady as he leaned in and kissed your thigh. “I will not drop you.” He promised, one of his hands slowly sliding up your leg as he pressed his thumb to your clit. “Just trust me.”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, shifting slightly against the wall and making it easier for the man to push his tongue out between your folds. He licked at your entrance, his tongue teasing you as it partially pushed inside of you before pulling back. You gave a soft moan, raking your fingers through his curl hair and watching as the man teased you while you held your dress back with your other hand. His eyes closed as he gently rubbed at your clit with his finger.

“Oh, Issei…” You softly moaned, biting your lip as you watched the man who merely hummed in return, his tongue lapping at your entrance. “Oh, fuck— that feels good.” You said quietly, unsure as to why you were being so quiet in an empty room. Matsukawa rubbed your clit more and elicited another moan from you, though this time it was a little bit louder. “Oh, Issei,” you said again, this time louder as your eyes closed and you relaxed your head against the wall.

The man didn’t pull back to reply, only working you towards feeling that much better. Your toes curled softly as he lapped at your entrance, your fingers giving his hair a soft tug that earned a quiet hum from the man. Another moan of his name spilled past your lips, something that was damn near music to his ears as he licked along your wet cunt, his mouth replacing his finger on your clit and licking at you while he sucked on it.

“Ah, fuck!” You said quickly in shock, making the man chuckle against you as you seemed to jump in his arms a bit. “Mmm, shut up.” You complained, catching the man looking up at you for the first time since he started to tease you. You met his eyes, flushing a bit as he eyed you with a sexual look in them as he sucked on your clit. Embarrassed, you leaned your head back against the wall and moaned, giving his hair another gentle tug as he lapped at your entrance.

Matsukawa gave a little moan, his cock aching in his pants as he sucked on your clit, and listening to your moans was only making it worse as he buried his face between your legs. Trusting that you could hold yourself up a little bit and he had you around his arms, Matsukawa reached down his free hand and undid the buckle on his jeans. The sound hit your ears as he slid his zipper down finally and pushed his hand down into the pants, though the relieved moan he gave against your pussy as he touched himself only ensure that you knew what he was doing.

“Oh, Issei— you’re so lewd.” The man gave a little chuckle, his finger taking back over at your clit while he leaned down and lapped at your entrance again. Now that his mouth was open as he curled his tongue inside of you, his soft moans as he stroked his cock were more audible.

“Fuck,” he gave a muffled moan against your pussy, his belt buckle clinking as he moved his hand faster. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned, squeezing his shaft as he ate you out and rubbed your clit faster. “Ah, I can’t stop stroking my cock to you, baby.” He said, though he stopped and pulled back a second later. “Sorry— that just came out.” You gave a little chuckle and shook your head.

“It’s okay, you can call me whatever you want.” A teasing smirk curled onto his face as he looked at you.

“Whatever I want?” You gave a little chuckle and lightly tilted your head from side-to-side a couple times in thought.

“Within reason.” Matsukawa chuckled, pressing a kiss to your clit by his finger before he started to rub you again and earned a soft hum from you.

“Don’t worry, I would never disrespect you.” He promised, leaning back in and licking along your folds until his tongue curled by his finger that moved on your clit. He pushed his tongue back inside of you, swirling around as deeply as he could get it while he started to jerk himself off again. “Mmm, fuck— you really do taste good though.” He said, lapping at your entrance and making you moan as your eyebrows turned inwards.

“Oh, fuck…” You moaned out shakily, tightly gripping at the mans hair. He could have cared less as he gave a little moan at the feeling, moving his tongue and finger a bit faster on your pussy as he lagged on his cock. “Issei, fuck!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you squirmed slightly against the man, though even as he had you secure against the wall, you tried to stay as still as you could. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me squirt if you keep doing that!” You warned the man, though it only made him smirk as he did exactly what he was doing but faster.

“Oh fuck, baby, squirt in my fucking mouth.” He said, giving a muffled moan against your pussy a second later. “Mmm, that’s so sexy— I want you to squirt in my fucking mouth.” He pressed almost breathlessly, making you moan as he edged you closer towards your orgasm. Not another word came from the man as he only continued to tease you, waiting for that moment that you squirted down onto his face.

It only took a few more teasing laps of his tongue before you reached your orgasm, your hand tightening in his hair as your back arched against the wall, the last thing on your mind was the worry of falling over as you squirted around his fingers and mouth. Matsukawa continued to tease your clit, lapping at your entrance and prolonging your orgasm.

“Oh, you’re such a good, obedient little bitch, aren’t you?” He teased, watching as you averted eye contact with the man as he gently rubbed at your clit with his fingers now that you were coming down from the high of the orgasm. Matsukawa pressed a final kiss to your clit before he carefully set your shaky legs on the ground and stood up. He gave a soft sigh as he undid a few buttons on his white dress shirt. “That was hot as fuck,” he said a little bit breathlessly as he licked his lips off.

You were still panting a bit, trying to catch your breath as the man looked at you. Matsukawa stepped closer, reaching down and grabbing onto your legs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gently pushed you back against the wall.

“You think you’re ready?” He asked, watching as you lazily nodded. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your neck as he got situated against you, reaching a hand down and pushing his pants down more as he pressed his hard cock against your entrance. You took a soft breath, leaning in and pressing your forehead against the mans. He pressed a little kiss to your lips, slowly guiding himself inside of you with gentle thrusts that earned a soft moan from you as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned softly, giving a shaky breath as you held onto the man. “You’re so big…”

“You okay?” He asked, pulling back a bit to see you nod. “Are you sure?” You nodded again, peeking your eyes open at the man and giving a little moan as he pushed himself inside of you with each gentle rock of his hips. “Fuck, you’re pretty tight,” he said a bit breathlessly, grabbing tightly onto your legs that were around his waist. He’d never fucked someone against a wall in a giant wedding dress, though he had to admit that he hadn’t minded it all that much, and even with that person being you, a long time best friend who he hadn’t ever thought too sexually about in the past, he was pretty aroused.

“Oh, god,” you moaned softly, leaning your head back against the wall with soft moans and whines as he edged himself deeper inside of you until you finally took all of him. His hips brushed against you as he leaned in, his forehead pressing to yours as he stopped moving, giving you a minute to adjust to how big he was. You were panting even though he wasn’t moving, squeezing around him so tight that he was left breathless as well.

“Mm, fuck—” he said quickly, giving a soft inhale of a breath between his teeth. “Is it okay if I start moving?” He asked, looking at your closed eyes. You gave a small moan, adjusting to the man at a decent pace, though as he started to slowly move his hips, you couldn’t help but let out a little whine— not necessarily in pain, but you weren’t wrong, Matsukawa was big. “Mmm, you’re so fucking tight,” he mumbled, leaning in and pressing his forehead to your collarbone as he slowly started to move his hips at an even pace.

“Ah, Issei!” You gave a drawn out moan, nails digging into his shoulders and earning a soft grunt from Matsukawa as he rocked his hips against yours. “Fuck, you feel so good!” You panted, sliding your hand up into his hair as Matsukawa leaned in, his lips pressing to your neck and sucking gently as he left a trail of soft kisses along your skin. “Ah, fuck— oh, shit,” you moaned, keeping him close by the back of his head as Matsukawa licked along your neck, his teeth sinking gently into your skin and earning a moan from you in shock. “Ah, Issei!” You said again, making the man chuckle as his hips hit yours at an even pace.

“Fuck, if I knew you were this goddamn hot, I might have tried to fuck you a long time ago.” He said, squeezing your thighs in his hand and giving another little moan at how you squeezed around his shaft. “Mmm… fuck, (y/n), you’re so little.” He grunted, eyeing your chest. Your breasts weren’t moving all that much because of the clothes that you wore, but as he thrusted into you and made your body jerk against the wall, they shifted inside of your low-cut dress enough to make him lick his lips.

Uncomfortably, Matsukawa leaned down and pressed his lips to your breasts, trying to kiss as low as he could while he thrusted inside of you and made your entire body shiver each time that he hit deep inside of you. Your toes curled as your legs rested around his waist, moaning as he left a small little mark on your breast with his teeth.

“Issei,” you gave a drawn out moan of his name, catching the mans attention as he licked his lips and looked at you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Issei!”

“Oh, fuck yeah— cum around my cock,” he said, leaning in and nibbling on your neck. “I want you to squirt around my cock,” he said, kissing your neck gently a few times before he moved up to push his lips against yours. You gave a soft moan against his mouth, feeling the orgasm building up in your stomach as the man rammed inside of you at an even pace. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he mumbled, nibbling gently on your bottom lip and holding your legs tight in his hands as he swore he felt his own orgasm starting to build up. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, too.” He mumbled, something you were quick to pull back and respond to.

“Don’t you dare get cum on this dress.” A soft laugh came from Matsukawa as he pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, nodding gently.

“Can I cum inside of you?” He asked quietly, feeling you nod against him as you tugged on his hair gently.

“Yeah, you can.”

“Mmm, that’s pretty slutty.” He teased, making you laugh even as you came back with a snarky remark.

“I change my mind, you have to pull out right out.” Matsukawa snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck as he edged you closer with every thrust to your next orgasm.

“Fine, I’ll just leave you unsatisfied.” He said, though he made no effort to actually stop moving inside of you, only continuing to hit those deep thrusts in you that made your body tingle.

“Fuck…” You mumbled, unable to come up with a snappy comeback for the man. The urge to tease you built up in the man, but as you leaned into him, squeezing around his shaft, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you of an orgasm right now. He kissed your lips, feeling you moan against his mouth as he hit deep inside of you. “Ah, fuck!” You moaned, biting down on your lip as you pressed your forehead to his and moaned. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Your toes curled painfully as Matsukawa kissed your head.

“So cum, baby. So cum around me like a good girl.” As strong as the urge was to give a comeback about you not being a dog to the man, you couldn’t help yourself as you felt yourself coming undone around his thick cock. Matsukawa gave a groan, thrusting his hips a few more times against you before he came inside of you, his hands gripping so tightly on your thighs that you thought he might leave marks on your skin.

The two of you took a moment in silence, foreheads pressed together as you both panted and slowly came down from your highs.

“Fuck,” Matsukawa mumbled, slowly pulling back and looking at you. “That felt really fucking good.” He said softly, watching a little smile curl onto your lips as you nodded.

“It did.” Matsukawa slowly pulled himself out of you, setting you back down on your feet and adjusting his pants while you still held onto the mans shoulder. Matsukawa snickered at you, reaching down and bringing you up into his arms bridal style again as he brought you to the bed.

“These shaky legs of yours don’t seem very helpful right now.” He said, gently setting you down on the edge of the bed and standing between your legs. “What am I gonna do with you.” You sent the man a little smirk, reaching back and pulling the tie loose on the back of your dress.

“Well first of all, you could help me get this dress off.” You said, and it made Matsukawa’s cock twitch in his jeans as he was half-hard again in his boxers quickly.

“With absolute pleasure,” he said, offering you a hand and pulling you to your feet. You turned around for the man, his warm fingers undoing the laces on the dress. “You look so pretty,” he said to you again. You smiled, peeking back at the man. The two of you had been in a slightly similar position when he’d first gotten to your wedding today; he’d crept up behind you, told you that you looked pretty, and laughed when you jumped.

“You look very handsome.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck as he pulled the final tie loose and slid the dress down your side, taking advantage of this position and being able to feel your curves.

“Let’s get this off,” he hummed, sliding the dress all the way down and watching you step out of it as he brought it up and laid it across a little chair that was in the room. “Is this a corset?” He asked, feeling along your sides as you nodded.

“My mother and the woman who as supposed to be my mother-in-law insisted that I would look good in this.” You said, e earning a little hum from Matsukawa as he eyed your breasts for a moment before turning you around and starting to undo the tight ties.

“You look gorgeous, but I think you look just as good without it.” He said, taking the thing off of you and finally letting you give a breath for air in relaxation for the first time in hours. “There we go,” he slid it up, moving along with you as you raised your arms, and tossed it aside. “Now,” he got down on his knees, eyeing your now completely naked body as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your hip. “Sit back.” You sat on the edge of the bed, watching the man as he slowly pressed kisses along your thighs.

“Issei?” The man looked at you, pressing another kiss to your thigh as he hummed in question. “Will you kiss me.” He smiled, pushing himself up on top of you and pressing down on you, his bare chest pressing against your own as his shirt fell around him with only a few more buttons left to undo before he could take it off.

“Absolutely,” he whispered, pressing his lips back to yours and kissing you. Reaching down, you undid the last few buttons on his shirt for him, easily sliding it off his shoulders. He pulled back only to strip his shirt off and toss it aside before he leaned back down and kissed you again. Hesitantly, you placed your hand on his bare chest, something that made him smile as he reached for your wrist and guided your hand down to feel along his abs.

Your cheeks warmed as you traced your fingers along his abs, your other hand sliding up into his hair and cradling the mans head to keep him close as you kissed each other in a passionate way that you never could have imagined. Even in your wildest dreams, you never could have thought you’d be making out with Matsukawa on your wedding night— a man that you weren’t even married to, but because your ex had run away on you.

Life was cruel, but it also was sweet, and so were Matsukawa’s lips against yours.

You wrapped your leg around Matsukawa’s waist, something that he eagerly grabbed onto as you kissed him, bringing it around his waist and pressing closer to you. His cold belt buckle pressing to your skin made you jump and him chuckle as he pulled back.

“Pause on this,” he said, setting your leg down on the bed as he got up and stripped his pants off. “Okay, that’s better.” He got back on you, sitting between your legs and wrapping your leg around his waist as he leaned in to continue kissing you.

“Mmm, Issei…” You moaned softly against his mouth as the man gently grinded his erection that was in his boxers against your bare pussy. “I want you so bad,” you whispered, making his cock twitch as Matsukawa pulled back to look at you.

“You want me to what?” He teased, grinding himself against you gently.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, looking up at him with these desperate eyes that he found hard to say no to. “Please, Issei. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me squirt. I want to you make my legs shake until I can’t feel them.” You begged, earning a little smirk from the man who bit down on the inside of his bottom lip.

“How could I say no to you?” He hummed, pulling back and sliding his boxers off. For the first time ever, you saw Matsukawa’s cock; thick, hard, throbbing for you and dripping precum from the tip as he moved between your legs again. “You want this cock?” He asked, rubbing his cockhead against your clit and earning a little moan from you as you nodded.

“Please, Issei,” you begged again. The man teased your entrance with his cock before bringing both of your legs up onto his shoulders. You gave a soft, shocked sound and flushed as you looked up at the man who slowly pushed himself inside of you, guiding himself with his hand until he no longer needed to. You moaned softly, your eyes lagging shut quickly as you leaned your head back on the bed and panted softly.

“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell,” he mumbled, watching your eyebrows furrow inwards as your mouth hung open with soft moans and pants that made him throb inside of you.

“Issei! You’re so big,” you mumbled out, reaching up beside your head and grasping tightly at the sheets. “Fuck, Issei!” You moaned, toes curling already by his head as he leaned in to press a kiss to your leg.

“You’re taking me so good, baby.” He bit down on his bottom lip, biting back a soft moan while you arched your back a bit on the bed and moaned as his thick cock pushed all the way inside of you. He gave a groan, holding onto your legs tightly and taking a few deep breaths while your pussy clenched around him. The look on your face was almost pitiful as you took all of him inside of you, struggling yet seeming to enjoy it.

“Fuck, Issei! It feels so good!” You moaned, grabbing tightly on the sheets until your fingers went numb. “God, I want you so bad!” Matsukawa licked his lips, rocking the bed steadily against the wall with every deep thrust inside of your wet cunt.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, his cock rubbing against your cervix with every thrust deep inside of you. You moaned loudly, legs shaking as the man plunged deep inside of you. He swallowed hard, panting as the sweat on his forehead stuck his hair to it, his eyes peering down at you as he watched your bare breasts bounce with every thrust. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum,” he said again, catching your attention as he thrusted deep inside of your pussy. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum.” He panted. “Are you gonna cum with me?”

“Mng, yeah— yeah— fuck, Issei, rub my clit,” you said, shifting beneath the man so that he could reach down easier and rub at your clit. A jolt shot through your body as his fingers pressed to your clit, rubbing a continuous circle around you and making you moan. He gave a soft moan as you tightened around him, your head laying further back on the bed as you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Issei!” He couldn’t help the way that his cock throbbed inside of you as he put more pressure on your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He could feel you getting wetter around him, clenching tighter and he couldn’t help himself as he came deep inside of you.

“Ah, fuck!” He moaned slowly, tossing his head back as he tried to keep thrusting inside of you as he came, making you squirt a few deep thrusts later. He rubbed quicker at your clit, making you squirt around him even more. “God, you’re so fucking good,” he panted, sliding your legs off his shoulders so they fell to the bed as he leaned down, laying on top of you as he slid out of your pussy, earning a small whine from you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Issei…” You softly moaned, your heart beating fast in your chest beneath his ear while you ran your fingers along his back gently. “That felt so good.” He smiled, leaning up to look down at you and nodding.

“So fucking good.” He agreed. You sent the man a little smile, tired and yet you swore that you could still do more. Matsukawa’s hand cupped your face, catching your attention. “You still want more?” He asked, a little smirk on his face as he caressed your cheek. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t breathe if that’s what you want. It’s your failed wedding night, let me give you everything that you deserve.” You couldn’t help the way that your face flushed as he spoke.

“Ah, you’re embarrassing me.” He snickered, leaning in and pressing a little kiss to your neck.

“Am I embarrassing you because what I’m saying is true?” He asked, his hand caressing your cheek gently. “Do you want me to fuck you until you absolutely can’t breathe, baby?” You gave a little whine in embarrassment, averting eye contact with the man. “Come here,” he said with a little chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips before he pulled back. “Why don’t you put your ass up in the air and bury your nose against the bed while I fuck you.” He said, only making your cheeks flush darker as you moved beneath him to get on your knees. “Hmm, such a good girl.” He said, watching as you got down on your elbows, arching your back a bit and resting your head down against your hands that were on the bed.

Matsukawa took a breath, moving on his knees to get behind you. He slid his hands along your sides and ass, giving your ass a slap that made you give a little yelp in shock. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your ass as he slowly trailed kisses up your spine, his cock pressing against your ass as he kissed your shoulders.

“Am I making you feel better than he did?” He asked softly by your ear, pressing another kiss to your shoulder before moving to lick a slow line along the back of your neck that earned a soft moan from you. Your hair was falling from how tight the professional had done it up, but that hadn’t surprised you in the slightest with how you’d laid back on the bed before.

“I didn’t ever actually…” You said, trailing off slightly as Matsukawa chuckled in your ear.

“What a loser, he didn’t even want to fuck you?”

“I think he wanted to emotionally fuck me.” You said, turning back a little bit to glance at the man as he sat back up.

“Even after tonight, if you were ever needing something, I’d fuck you again in a heartbeat.” He said, sliding his hands along your ass and giving you a light squeeze as he rocked his hips against yours, teasing your entrance with his cock and earning a whine from you that made him laugh. “Okay, okay,” he reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance, and slowly pushing himself inside of you.

A soft moan in pleasure came from you as he was only about 2 inches inside of you, but a moan in shock came a second later when the man pushed the rest of himself inside of you. He chuckled at your loud moan, sliding a single hand along your arch as he took no time to wait, rocking his hips against yours and making you moan loud at a consistent rate. The sound of his skin hitting yours was hard and loud as his hips thrusted roughly against your ass, making a shiver shoot down your entire spine with nearly every thrust.

“Oh, fuck Issei! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You buried your face against the bed, toes curling as the man moved faster inside of you. “God, it feels so fucking good!” You moaned out, making a chuckle come from the man in-between moans.

“God, you’re squeezing me so good.” He said, holding tightly onto your hips. “I want you to soak this fucking bed, (y/n). Soak this fucking bed real good.”

“Issei, we have to sleep in this bed!” You complained, fingers grabbing tightly on the sheets as another moan quickly came from you.

“Guess we’ll have to sleep on the sofa.” He sighed in content, his hips slamming against yours a second later and earning a moan from him as you shivered beneath the man. “Because I’m not gonna stop until you’re absolutely fucking exhausted,” he continued, sliding his hand around and rubbing at your clit that was wet from all the times you’d came around the mans cock.

“But— Issei— ah!” You moaned, tightening around the man as you reached another orgasm around his cock. “Fuck!” You bit down on the comforter beneath you, listening to the man chuckle and moan as he thrusted inside of you relentlessly.

“You know… I might just have to get you addicted to it.” He hummed, rubbing your ass with his hand as he fucked you. “I might have to work you towards orgasm after orgasm until I’m the only person that you can think about whenever anyone else is fucking you. Thinking things about how I was better than them, how my cock was better— thicker, bigger, longer— how much you wished you were fucking me instead of them,” he grunted softly as you curled your toes hard and let the comforter fall from your mouth.

“So why don’t you fuck me so good that I come crawling back to you every time I’m horny then.” A chuckle came from Matsukawa as he suddenly moved, his body pushing your own down onto the bed beneath him as he snaked an arm around your neck and thrusted inside of you in the new position, holding you close to himself as he kissed your neck.

“I told you that I would make you fall in love with me first, Mrs. Matsukawa,” he said softly into your ear as you leaned your head against his bicep. “We’re only really just starting now, baby,” he groaned as he reached another orgasm inside of you, his cum mixing with yours and seeping out of your dripping pussy that he didn’t stop on quite yet, slowly rocking his hips against your ass even still. “By time we leave this room, I promise that I’m going to be the only person you ever want to fuck again.”