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acid-ixx · 6 months ago

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ch.3: again &. again (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: preq, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five pt 1

read until the end for an author's note.

tw: allusions to sexual assault, prostitution, and alcohol abuse.

"hey baby bird!!! <333 long time no see! how are you?!"

please stop.

"i know that we haven't been talking for quite a long time—"

no, you have never once had a solid conversation with him.

and you wish it stays that way between the two of you.

"—so let's catch up over coffee, yeah? i'll be staying at the manor for a week!"

you don't want to, you don't want to see his face at all, his dismissive eyes. don't want to hear his voice, how it only sings praises for everyone but you.

"(name)??? it says you have seen the messages :( are you asleep? you shouldn't sleep with your phone on, baby bird, that's dangerous!"

he doesn't have the right to scold you, he's not your older brother anymore. and you're not asleep, fuck, you regret not dozing off this afternoon. hell, you're more than awake and aware of the messages he's sending you, eyes scanning over the train of spam that clutters what was once an empty one-sided conversation.

"baby bird? c'mon, i miss you!!!"

lies, lies, lies. all he ever says are lies and you wouldn't fall for it, not anymore.

yet you're simply frozen in shock, seated up in bed as you simply watch dick's messages stack upon each other.

you watch, and wait. it's like you have lost autonomy over your body's actions.

five minutes pass.

your phone rings.

it was the only sound that fills the room other than the wringing in your ears.

it continues ringing, reverberating throughout the room, but all you do is stare, stare until the it ends, for everything to end and for all of this to be a sick hallucination your brain played on you.

there's nothing else you could focus on, your heartbeats spike the longer the call sound continues. you didn't even have the strength to decline the call, let alone move as you fear you might end up pressing the accept button.

so you wait, you wait until it stops.

and once it does cease, your sweaty thumb immediately pressed the block button on dick's profile, even going as far to delete all the past chats you had sent him. then, without moments hesitation, hastily scrolled all the way to the bottom of the list, where their other contacts lay barren of messages.

you have only used enough effort to message dick. that's what probably triggered his sudden intent on spending time with you, no? or was this all for his sick pleasure?

fortunately, all your other contacts with your past family are empty.

it will remain empty.

so you immediately blocked them, all of them. the thumps in your heart are erratic, so much so that you had to remind yourself to breath. through your nose, and out your mouth.

that's it, right? he'll get the message, definitely. that you don't want him to talk to you, to get rid of the false pretenses between the two of you, you don't want to "catch up" over coffee, or over anything.

it's all over, you tell yourself.

'calm down, relax...' you're in the safety of your own apartment, you should feel safe right now, he wouldn't bother you anymore.

not anymore would you be led to believe that they care for you.

— so why is it that you can feel that familiar rise of bile? taste it, even? why is it that your body is shaking so uncontrollably?

what the fuck.

seriously, just what the absolute fuck is wrong with you?

you never take yourself as an overdramatic person, especially not now, at the age of eighteen where you had finally learned to live for yourself, to never yearn what you knew was unattainable. your past tantrums were no more, no more you say but you wish so badly to carve a knife into your very heart.

why is it that now— now that you were out of your comfort zone, out of their empty presences and their overwhelming absences; why is it now that he just suddenly decided to appear? why is it just now that you feel your skin scorching uncomfortably at just a single message.

shit, your heart hurts so much. you want to take the beating organ out of your chest, just to make the pain stop.

your momma always told you, she said it herself that you are a brave child, her pride and joy despite the hellish living conditions you both were subjected to.

why is it so hard to believe her now?

just, why are you so weak?

when your mother hid you inside that closet - one too small for even a malnourished child like you to fit - telling you to hush for her, and that it's just a game of hide and seek with the 'bad guys', to not make a single sound at all or even come out if you hear screaming— you did what you were told, obediently, covering your mouth, trying your hardest to ignore your sore joints and heavy breathing.

"woah, mommy! is this really me?! you always make me look so nice." a young voice squeals, the sound echoing throughout the hollow room.

"yes, it's you, baby. you who are so strong, unlike me. momma will always love you." scarred hand, littered with gashes and soiled bandages run brush through your messy hair as your small form sat on the dirty bathroom sink. your eyes are drifted towards a mirror, checking out the new shirt your mother had bought for you.

"i love you too..."

you never cried that loud when light suddenly hits the cramped interiors of the closet, when you were caught and shoved outside of your hiding space by strange men, your mother nowhere to be found. when you felt the same men ripping your clothes apart, knives branding your skin like a searing hot pan; you never fought back because that's what your mother taught you. even when they pinned you down and injected you with a strange substance, head suddenly numbing and vision darkening; you still woke up alive, no?

... you woke up alive and conscious in a police station, where you had questiomed to the kind officer about your mother's disappearance, where she had bared the news that you would be taken in to a new family; a new home where your father resides in. one way cleaner, way safer she says.

yet for the next 15 years you were neglectef of the love your mother had given you. you were only raised by a butler too busy to fully focus on you. you had compared yourself to your siblings, siblings who had achieved so much in so little time.

and you?

you are only a wayne by name, but a (last name) by heart.

but you are brave, you are strong— you came from the lowest of the low, yet you pushed through and through to be a better person, and look where you are now...!

... just look at yourself now.

your phone lays untouched on the bed sheets. it tempts you, mocks your panicked state, and you want to rip that rectangular piece of metal apart. yet all you do is stare at it, sitting upright as one hands supports your weight. your fingers clench the mattress, it does nothing as your vision darkens from your lack of breathing.

breathing.

oh, breath in, breath out. do what alfred has taught you years ago, the- the one he uses whenever you would run alone in the desolate halls of the manor to alfred's room, just because you were anxious of the monsters in the corner of your eyes, where he would help you return to your senses and play you a lullaby from an old music box right after. the one he uses after you two would watch horror movies and you were too scared of any sounds that engulf your surroundings.

your throat tightens, and you want to vomit out the contents of what you have eaten— but you have to try.

five things you can see.

your eyes, although frozen wide and stinging with tears, darts around the room. everything is darker now, it's cold and you feel so small. your apartment was small. unlike the place you had lived before, it lacks of furniture, of life, of personality. the only things in your tiny apartment were basic necessities, but even food was scarce for someone like you who had juggle working multiple jobs and college just to pay for rent.

you can see your phone, the candy wrappers you had forgotten to throw, the overflowing trash bin, an empty bottle of prescription pills, alfred's gifts on the shelves counts, right? you laugh sarcastically at yourself; even a trashcan has more contents in your shitty apartment.

fuck, your chest throbs, you remind yourself to breath a little deeper.

four things you can feel.

the mattress is too hot for you, sweat already running down your forehead as if you had ran a marathon. you can feel the tears well up your eyes, overflowing with bitterness that you thought you had already buried deep down, and your hands gripping the sheets so uncomfortably tight. the weather is too cold, winter's nearing but the blood pumping through your veins scorches your very being.

that's four, three more to go and you hope this would all be over. you hope that this would all be a dream, a hallucination, anything.

three things you can hear.

does your choked sounds count? or does it need to be anything else? fuck, why doesn't it work as well as when alfred helps you through? you told yourself that you could take on anything in life, but is it all just a lie—?

focus. focus on your surroundings. you can hear your sniffling, heavy intakes of air, and a repeat of the phone ringing with dick's name as the contact.

shit, shit, shit. don't remind yourself of that. move on, just get onto the next thing.

two things you can smell or... taste? you don't remember, why can't you remember? your thoughts keep running back in circles to the messages, that stupid '<3', the way his desperation could be felt through the phone.

it reminds you of yourself.

before you knew it, your fist brought itself to punch your chest.

thump, beat, thump.

every time your heart beats too loudly, you strike your chest as hard as you can, uncaring for the pain it inflicts you, uncaring for the way you beat the air out of yourself. as long as it distracts you from the bile rising up your throat and the unsated nausea from sitting in the same position— it'll be fine if you hurt yourself. you've already done so a million times, no?

... yet nothing works.

why doesn't anything work out in your favor?

please don't do this to me.

your fists eventually stops. everything hurts even worse.

just earlier ago, you were praising yourself for all the progress you had made. how you weren't in need of validation anymore. you try so desperately to erase any inch of evidence that you were a wayne.

it all crashes down, again and again, and again and again.

moments ago, you were laying on your bed, scrolling through social media, making plans to hangout with your small group of friends in college, trying to cling on to the good parts of your past— ignoring the empty chats of what was once family.

but even without them, even if they haven't knew that you pushed them away from your life— they're always seeping their way at the back of your mind.

you truly can not erase your past. no matter how much you shake your head to rid of the thoughts, no matter how much you try to erase any documentations, any

even talking to alfred reminds you of your stupid past. a past that eats you up every time you wake up from the nightmares, wishing that there would be someone, anyone, who would hold your body tight and tell you it's alright. your mother, your father, your brothers and your sisters— they just were never there for you for so many years. and you hate to admit it but; you still cling to the wish that one of them would...

would hug you and kiss all your wounds away. drive away the countless of dreams filled with terror and torture.

you're independent now, but at what cost? what good does it do when you still try your damn hardest to live? when you know it in your soul that you still desire for a semblence of familial love.

and now that you've pushed alfred away, you're truly alone.

alone and stuck in a loop of trying to run away from your past and failing miserably.

and all you can ever do is, well...

you cry.

the tears bursts out of your eyes like a broken faucet.

you cry because that's the only thing you know how to do. you let the waters loose, hands quickly tangling itself on your hair, ripping fragile strands apart. you cry because you've been living a such a life full of lies, of broken promises, a life where you have to constantly walk on eggshells. you cry because you want to turn back and throw away all your progress just to feel the embrace of a family who had never once held you in their arms. you let yourself heave, let your voice wail out to its deepest frustration, uncaring for the thin walls, or the sleeping neighbors next door, or the rumbling of your empty stomach.

you cry, for what seems like hours, unending like the memories of solitary isolation, like the wanting of a love that you could never quite catch. you let your eyes become all puffy and red; red like the gashes you have scratched upon your skin, like the crimson, beaded blood from your bitten lips.

you don't find any strength in yourself to stifle your sobs anymore.

not when you're so, so lonely in this world.

and when your voice dies down, when your hoarse shrieking becomes no more; you simply force yourself to stand, despite the spinning of your vision, the stumble in your steps and the lack of air in your lungs; you run to your bathroom, slamming the door shut, letting adrenaline take its course into your already tired body.

your knees, they buckle after its few wobbly steps. it's sore and lacks the circulation to be properly controlled, but you ignore it in favor of expelling the acidic bile that finally rushes itself up your tongue.

at least you find just one thing to be grateful for— that your knees slipped on the wet tiles and land coincidentally towards the toilet's rim, a loud thud vibrating through the room.

alfred says the best way to cope is to never jar your emotions.

it's painful, everything is so painful that you want to scream; you need to let it all out.

you don't care if your knees were to bruise because you couldn't help it anymore, spilling out the contents of your breakfast onto the toilet bowl. your throat constricts into itself, and all you could do is gag and force every bit of food out of your mouth.

and it tastes so bitter that you cry even more. there were some bits and chunks stuck on the sides of your tongue, you can taste the acid on the back of your throat. you feel the urge to vomit even more but there's no more to expel. all you can do is dry heave, shaking hands finding its way to cover your mouth from gagging anymore.

it's so pungent, so fucking disgusting— but all you do is force yourself to stand once more, to look away from the mess you had created and flush it away.

the tears just wouldn't stop, the throbbing in your heart could never be expelled just as easily as the contents of your stomach.

yet you chose this life, there's no more alfred to assist you on your own personal struggles. there's no more rubs on the pack, pats on the head or a warm meal that greets you every time you drown in your own emotions. it's only you who can solve your own problems. you can't depend on anyone but yourself...

if only life was as easy as it is to flush away unwanted contents from your stomach.

if only you weren't in gotham... if only dick wasn't in...

gotham.

he's in gotham right now.

shit.

shit, shit, shit.

dick is in gotham, and you know he just doesn't give up.

he can track you down, he'll find you, he might hurt you because you blocked him— you know of his temper, of his unadulterated anger; you're scared of that. just what have you done wrong? did you take something that was his? no, no, never.

you've never been in his room before. he knows yours because he had visited once, but you don't know his. you don't even know which hallway leads to it.

oh, fuck.

you stumble towards the bathroom sink, hastily twisting the faucet's valve. cold water immediately rushes down, you cup your two hands together to collect the running water.

you need to get to you bearings, prepare for the absolute worst because you know, you know the power he holds in his arms.

with the amount of times he had spammed you, called you even— there's something he wants from you, and you don't want to entertain whatever he has on his mind.

you splash your face - splotched with tears, snot and drool - clean multiple times, rub your swollen, red eyes, and wipe the bits of vomit on the sides of your mouth. you can still taste the vomit. god, it's disgusting.

so you hastily grabbed your toothbrush, pushing an insanely large amount of toothpaste on the bristles. you scrub your teeth aggressively, feeling the urge to rid of the pungent taste of stomach acid. then you gargle mouthwash, twice, and spit it all out.

your movements are too quick for your own self to catch up, but you have to do this. your brain tells you to follow through whatever it has to do.

follow through instincts, get him out of your mind.

distract yourself from dick and the cryptic messages he had sent, that you had thoroughly deleted but...

it dawns upon you that albeit all your failed attempts at bonding with him— you know nothing about dick beyond the circus incident that had killed his parents and his identity as gotham and bludhaven's vigilante, nightwing.

you know nothing about him...

and you fucking blocked him before you could ask for an explanation.

what does that message mean? what does he want to talk about all of a sudden? a person doesn't just fucking waltz in someone's life after 15 years of absence and exclaims himself as close as your friend, no?

it had been so long since you had last heard him call you baby bird, let alone even read your messages, so why spam you now?

your knuckles grip at the bathroom sink's tiles, it was the only thing that provides you balance, legs too wobbly to support the dizziness. you feel a huge lump on your throat again, but you can't just erase all the efforts you had done to get yourself together.

— but at the same time, it's too hard to ignore the panic that resurfaces on your very mind.

so what do you need exactly?

distraction, something to get your mind off of the current situation? before you run away from gotham—

you need a distraction, anything. even if it's stupid, you'll regret it later, just not now.

cigarettes? no, you don't smoke. alfred will kill you if he finds out and you can never lie to him.

drugs? you'll be shot in the head by nasty criminals scamming naive citizens for half the price before you could even purchase them.

... then what?

you look at yourself in the mirror, puffy eyes glazing with emotions you yourself couldn't comprehend.

'despite everything, it's still you, no?'

if you could describe yourself right now, you would call yourself a mess, a big loser who had let their emotions run free for too long, let themself go way too quickly, gave up too quickly, and believed too naively. you had lost so much yet gained so little. a wayne so stubborn that it was the only thing you could ever relate to your father who had estranged you without knowing it.

there was more negatives than positives, you're aware of it.

but if there's one trait that anyone could generalize off of you, it would be that you're always desperate for something.

anything.

and just one time, you tell yourself. one time and that's it, nothing more, nothing less.

once you done relaxing, you're packing your bags and making a run for it. you'll even cut alfred off of your life once and for all. no matter how much it pains you to do so, it's necessary so you could make a new identity from scratch.

it'll hurt you so deeply.

but that's why you're going to do what you wish you had done back when you were still so young—

you need a drink right now.

the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.

with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.

it will always be innately lonely, and cold.

yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.

no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.

and most importantly—

no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.

a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.

it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.

but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichor— the manor is simply a house.

for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.

the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.

bruce wayne never considered himself the greatest father.

he could be gotham's best detective, the most feared vigilante, or the heavily beloved billionaire who donates millions on hospitals, hosts charity events, and so much more.

he could spend his entire life saving countless of other lives that do not deserve the turmoil of living on edge constantly, attend meetings, plan out his every moves, sit on cushioned seats as he broods over where the all the next criminal hideouts; he could do everything and he'll be damned great at it.

—but he will never be the greatest at being a father.

he had long accepted that fact, embraced it even, facing countless of criticism from both alfred and media alike, but it would never be an excuse to neglect or mistreat any one of his children, just like how it would never be right to just ignore a kid's cry for comfort in the barren halls of a manor.

bruce was never outright cruel towards anyone, every action of his baring significance to his moral code.

which was why bruce feels a pit of neverending regret now.

in all the years that he had spent trying to raise his children, children who, in a way, are trouble. who all differ from each other from ideals, to pasts, to habits, to preferences— he wouldn't lie and say that he never had difficulty helping each and every one of them grow to be who they are now.

living through his decisions are never easy, especially if the outcomes were unpredictable; raising a child, let alone children, could go so many ways.

the lives that he had to juggle, alongside his identity as bruce wayne and as batman, they were all an endeavor that he had chose to balance. he had come so far and stumbled so often. but at least by the end of it, he would be proud to say that he truly will never regret having them by his side when he was at the lowest points of his life.

he had his flaws and his mistakes, he had done irreversible actions that he wishes he could reverse, and most importantly, he had failed each and every one of his children indubitably.

but he really tried.

he tried his best to be there for every single one of them. he was there for dick when he had witnessed the death of his mom and dad, adopting the boy who was overflowing with rage towards the killer of his parents and utilizing his gymnastic skills for good. he was there to pick jason up when he had stolen the batmobile's tires, helping the child unlearn the past abuse he had fallen victim to (and although he had died, then resurrected, and turned cold-blooded towards criminals, murdering without hesitation— he still cares for jason deeply). he was there when tim had lost his parents. there for damian who had only been raised as an assassin since he was born. for cass, for duke, for everyone.

he really tried to be active in their lives, supporting them through their blood, sweat, and tears.

... but he had never tried to be there for you.

his forgotten third child, the biological firstborn, child of a well-known prostitute, (name) (last name), whose identity has long been erased off of the face of the internet; the scandal of a century that took the shared efforts of him and barbara to decimate whatever information the late (or missing?) (last name) has in the underground.

(name), his child he has never once bat an eye on, too preoccupied with tim, aversing his attention away from you to train the other kid; ultimately ignoring the immense trauma you must have dealt with from being raised by a mother targeted by most criminal organizations from extorting their cash. it was sickening for him to think of just how cruel were the conditions the two of you were forced to live through.

it was sickening for bruce to imagine the even lonelier years you had to suffer through after your mother's disappearance— years where your father's presence was elsewhere, years that a child has to suffer through alone without any figure to look up to.

it was your name that he had hesitated to even say, in fear of butchering the pronunciation and earning more of alfred's judgemental looks.

(name) wayne.

not even a face can be associated with you, not your voice, your hobbies, nothing.

he couldn't recall a memory where he had taken you to a fancy gala, or one-on-one father-child dates, or any occasions that requires bonding with each other.

he wasn't the man who welcomed you through the doors of the manor, nor was he the father who should've picked you up at the police station.

bruce wayne knows nothing of his third child.

if alfred hadn't confronted him about your terrible living conditions as of now, living in debt whilst trying to push through college, then how long would he have ignored your presence inside the manor? how long would the years pass without him acknowledging any important milestones that you would reach?

until your untimely demise perhaps?

he couldn't even remember a time he had at least given you a gift during christmas or new year or any time of the day.

not even the name of your elementary and high school, or your college university. he doesn't know of your friends, your teachers or what subject you excel in.

you had already graduated highschool, and he wasn't even there for your ceremony. he wasn't there to walk you up the stage, wasn't there to shield you from the thousands of photographers who would've attended should they know that a wayne would attend, wasn't there to offer you a pat on the shoulders for a job well done.

then who had to walk you up the stage?

"alfred..." he stops walking, clearing his throat as alfred turns back at bruce, offering a raised eyebrow at the sudden pause and bruce's rigid pose.

"yes, master?"

"when... (name) graduated," he hesitated on saying your name again, catching on alfred's sudden squint of the eyes. "who walked them up the stage?"

he hopes you didn't have to go up there alone, that a teacher at least accompanied you or—

"i was the one who attended in your stead, master bruce." the butler replies without hesitation, as if it was a normal occurrence. he sighs again, too tired to scold bruce's surprise for absolutely dismissing all the important dates that include you and instead turns back to continue on his treck to guiding bruce to your room.

alfred's look of condescension makes him sink deeper into the void of regret. for being unable to

fuck, how many important events had bruce missed? from school plays, to parent-teacher conferences, to talent shows— was there ever a "bring your father to school" day?

oh... he really hopes there wasn't.

his hands find itself scratching his head, fingers tangling itself onto his hair in hopes of providing distraction— but his thoughts all circulate towards you, a faceless entity, an itch that he could never reach unless he sees you for himself.

the further he walks through frigid halls, the smaller the space seems to get.

how many birthdays had he missed?

when even is your birthday?

you are eighteen now, five when you were taken in which means... almost fourteen years of missed birthdays...

he didn't even give you a single gift card out of pity. not even money for allowance, or a birthday cake.

bruce was never there for you, and he has a feeling that that may have been one of the reasons of you moving out.

he needs to make up for it at least, once he contacts you he'll apologize for everything—

but first, he needs to see the state of your room. to at least have a first impression of you, of what your life was in the manor; any clues that pertains to just who his child is, as humiliating as that sounds for a father.

which was why he didn't hesitate to let alfred lead him straight to your room, albeit the shame he feels for not even knowing where his own child's room is located.

back when he had taken damian in, it was him who introduced the boy to his own room, whom had promptly thrown a tantrum and demanded someplace bigger before ultimately accepting his fate.

... how would you have reacted to your own? he wishes to at least picture your face, probably opposite to damian's, as you get to live in an entirely different space from what you're used to.

would you be pleased? would you look at him with sparkling eyes and thank him? or would you maintain a neutral stance? an overwhelmed one?

he really wants to see you, your expressions, just a sliver of your presence.

but nothing comes up in his mind. not the length or color of your hair, not your height, not anything. he could picture a vague imagery of your mother, but not you.

it makes him wonder; does any of your siblings know what you look like? were you at least any closer to them that you are to him?

he hates just how much desperately the darkness in the pit of his chest is crawling in need to hasten his steps towards wherever your room was.

the rain outside had already ceased, but a newer thunderstorm was brewing inside bruce's heart.

he needs to see you.

as he walks behind alfred through the halls of the manor, he had just noticed how barren the other side of the manor truly is.

cob webs and dust particles litter through the corners of the untouched furniture, the wallpaper peeling off itself and revealing untreated mold and even more cocoons of baby spiders that would soon crawl out, and even most of the ceramic vases they had passed by houses no flowers, instead being covered in a thin sheen of dust.

it was obvious just how neglected this corner of the house is.

just like you.

alfred was always meticulous in his duty as a butler, but bruce had advised the old man to leave unexplored parts of the manor be, seeing as how nobody would stroll by; and to only clean it whenever he would host an expensive gala in the manor with spare rooms as guest rooms.

it made bruce wonder if these halls are the path that leads directly to your room, which it actually does, and he feels even more guilty at just how... different your living condition is compared to your siblings.

it was no wonder why the butler would always excuse himself early, seemingly always making a treck towards a forgotten chamber that he rarely visited.

he'll make a note of relocating you to a room closer than his if you ever were to decide to come visit during holidays or vacations.

... alfred said it had been six or seven months since you had left, just how many occasions have he missed?

counting only fills the dread in his the growing hole of the pit of his heart.

yeah... he will get you a new room, one preferably closer to his; just so he could greet you every morning by knocking on your door and at least escorting you to the kitchen for breakfast. he'll try to make small talk, invite you over and... bond with you.

that'll be a good habit he could incorporate into his daily life.

a small part of him wishes you wouldn't look at him in disdain if he had to forcibly visit your apartment.

he swears it's in all the good of his heard; he just needs to check for himself if you were doing okay.

as him and alfred nearly arrives at your bedroom, the two had already noticed the light peaking from outside the doors and what seems to be two voices ensuing an argument.

even alfred, who had ceased his steps, looked surprised at the presence of the people who seemed to be there before them.

bruce doesn't even hesitate jogging towards the room, unaware of alfred's immediate shift to a calculating gaze, as bruce immediately opens polished, mahogany doors, inviting himself in.

... it smells of bleach and fabric refresher.

his heart clenches at the implication.

"father...? why are you here?" damian's voice cuts through the tension, bruce merely dismisses youngest child as his eyes takes in the space, ignoring how the other presence in the room - dick, with wide, feral eyes - quips about an ongoing "family" reunion.

bruce analyzes every detail, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

small... your room is way too small, and lacks of any design or life whatsoever. a tiny bed is shoved in the corner, the closet too miniscule to even contain clothes for someone your age (just where do you store them, then?), the windows barely welcome any ventilation nor sunlight, even your bedside table was too small to be considered one; the lampshade on top of it could be easily toppled over by a single sway of a hand.

everything is clean, too clean and orderly.

his eyebrows furrow at its state. even a model's walk-in closet is significantly bigger than the cramped space he calls your bedroom.

no proper ventilation, not even any space is provided for... your hobbies. hobbies that he wasn't even aware of.

is this how you had been living for almost eighteen years of your life?

how do you live like this?

just how much has he neglected you?

"bruce...?" it was dick's voice that he had now registered. it sounds out of breath, way too abnormally distraught and out of character.

he slowly looks at dick, equally befuddled at the presence of his eldest and youngest sons.

he seems disheveled, stressed even. the athlete's blue eyes were wide and dilated, seemingly unfocused as his stance was rigid. he was breathing too deep, hand clenching his phone too tight, veins popping through muscles, and he holds a... notebook in the other, this time like it was a delicate piece or artifact.

"... why are you here?" dick tries to cover his current state with an awkward laugh, but he could never hide the furrow of his brows, the flickering in his eyes, nor the anxious stomping of the his feet. sweat runs down dick's forehead; it looks like he's been inside the room the longest.

and dick refuses to get out of it. he won't, not until he finds out just why were you pushing him always all of a sudden.

he's afraid of forgetting his baby bird once more and neglecting your needs. if you were just as self-depracating as he is then... just how well would you be coping all by yourself?

does bruce share the same intentions as him? he doesn't know, his thoughts all leading to a path of thinking about, well, you.

you and your wide eyes looking at him like he was the world.

"i'm just here to visit... (name)'s room." bruce replies, a deep tremor in his parched throat, threading even further into the cramped space as his eyes seem to lock into the multitudes of messily stacked notebooks in the center of the bed.

they were all captioned '(name)'s diary', each having different fonts for every notebook and a date plastered on the very bottom.

"and you both are...?" he stares at them, demanding an answer as he sits on your too small bed (—it creaks, he hates that it does so he promises to get you a new one, a bigger one even, with enough space to fit in at least four people just as you deserve), picking up one of the diaries in his hand; it sports messy calligraphy and peeling stickers, reminiscent of just how old it was.

the hold he has on the diary is delicate as he flips through the first page the same way the eldest child had done. the papers were stained gray from the lead of the pencil, doodles littering every page, from flowers to animals and even faces that bruce couldn't recognize.

at least it provides the void in his heart food for thought, taking in every small detail about you and your hobbies.

you like documenting your life through diaries, that was the first thing he noted about you. the entries all date far from back when you were five or younger, the earlier pages highlighting, well, you and your mother's life. though the handwriting wasn't all that eligible, bruce finds himself becoming fond of the common topics you often rant about from "momma's burnt stack of pancakes" (paired with a drawing on the side, colored with dried markers and glitter gel pens), to the fairytales your mother loves to read you.

as much as it was entertaining for him to read through your mind, it's sad how aged the papers were and how some pages were crumpled to the point some contents were incomprehensible.

he'll get you even more high quality ones, rather than the cheap paper the one he's currently holding has. and he'll buy you designer pens, or do you prefer the more functional ones? would you like fountain pens or glass dip ones just to enjoy the experience?

bruce notices a pattern of the pen's strokes, an array of thinner lines were preferred in most of your entries compared to the thick pencils you sometimes force yourself to use, as there was an entry you had mentioned where if you use thicker lines then you'll run out of pages quicker, and "my mom doesn't have enough money to buy me one right now."

even the doodles in pencil had prefered line widths. finer quality for even finer details, thicker lines to emphasize and exaggerate your art on the side of the papers.

would you prefer mechanical or charcoal pencils? charcoal is messy and smudges, bruce knows as he sees small drawings of a tiny sprite that point towards a smeared sketch of a flower, a look of disdain on its furrowed brows.

he couldn't contain the upward quirk of his lips, blocking out dick's shadow that seems to get closer to bruce.

unfortunately, there were no ballpens of your preference on your bedside table for him to take for himself. he'll find out himself sooner enough though; what materials you like to utilize for your diaries and sketches. hell, it seems you like using a mix of normal and puffy stickers alongside a mix medium to obtain different colors.

journaling supplies, you'll find a lot of them in your arsenal soon.

he'll make sure of that once he finds out where you live.

he looks at damian flipping through what seems to be one of your sketchbooks.

art is, undoubtedly, one of your hobbies too— that's the second thing he notes, picking up what seems to be your second diary right after he flips through the first one, wasting no time to learn more about you.

this time, your second diary talks about your early life into the gotham manor. your anxious yet earger energy to meet your father, how the dick grayson (presumably your idol, with how you mention him as the) is now your brother, and how you almost got lost just wondering in the manor; they all highlight your innocence and curiousity about the world. you write so effortlessly, unafraid of writing down what you truly feel.

though you barely mention the incident regarding your mother, you have stated multiple times about how you miss her beautiful smile and her captivating laughter.

he's grateful that you're fond of writing diaries, exposing bruce to the deeper, more personal parts of your life. he doesn't need to pinpoint any lies or truth. all your secrets, your endeavors, your dreams and your passions are buried deep into the crevices of your diaries, etched in thousands of words and drawings that tell bruce just who you are.

and truly, you are his child.

bruce craves to know more about you in person the more he reads through your entries.

fortunately, it wasn't only him that feels an intense need to take you in, as the presence of his eldest cuts him off of the his train of thoughts.

"y'know, before you forget we're even here, bruce," dick quips with a fond smile as he looks at his bruce's unkempt state, taking a seat next to his father who seems to be in his own world just like damian. the bed creaks against their weight, both cringing at the sound before bruce returns to his own world of... analyzing you, just like he did hours ago.

but he knows that his father knows how to multitask, so he doesn't hesitate to answer.

"i'm also here for (name), i promised to take them out for dinner month's ago." that seems to actually catch bruce's attention, as he looks up from reading your second diary, gazing at dick as if to urge him to continue.

dick proceeds with a sigh, a smitten smile plastered on his face as he recalls the only memory he has of you.

"(name) really has a knack for writing and all, right? i love them for it. when i first met them, they were just so adorable. my baby bird tried to ask me for an autograph!" dick couldn't help himself from yapping, chuckling lightly as he remembers the deathly grip you had on alfred's cuffs, how you were hiding behind the butler's legs and looked at dick so enamored. he couldn't contain his unhinged smile, the goosebumps on his skin made shivers ripple throughout his entire body.

bruce (and even damian, who had all his attention on your sketches) had listened in on his monologue.

"i was the one who helped lead them to their room," he continued confidently, tapping his phone with his fingers, "they clung really close to me when we climbed up the steps, even tried to hide under my jacket..."

looking back, dick wishes he had carried you up the steps. thing was, you were incredibly small back then, and the manor's staircase is particularly hard to transverse through when ascending, so you must've felt exhausted and leaned onto him for support. your tiny legs must've been sore once you two had arrived by your room.

oh, he should've noticed. dick swears he won't make that mistake again once he gets you back in his arms, he promises to carry you the moment you even show the slightest bit of fatigue.

he swears he will, and he'll make sure to spoil you rotten with all the affection you deserve.

oh, dick really wants to see his baby bird again.

"yeah, that's, uh, the only time we had only ever talked." he admits shamefully, opening his phone for what seems like the thousandth time, looking at your profile over and over again, one that had him blocked.

he bites his lips, nibbling his skin in anticipation, in hopes that in the good of your heart that you just, unblock him.

it was just so unbelievable, despite you having all the reasons to push them away from your life, he just doesn't want to accept it. doesn't want to think of the worst outcome; of you hating him.

his baby bird blocked him and he just couldn't comprehend the amount of hurt he's feeling right now. what's wrong with checking up on his baby sibling? on someone he hasn't talked to for a long time already?

scrolling up through your previous messages fills him with both dread, and another emotion he doesn't want to admit— the slightest bit of pride he feels that you chose him over everybody else. you chose dick grayson as your idol, as someone to look up to and eagerly wanted as your older brother.

he was the favorite.

yet he feels terrible at the same time for taking it for granted, for forgetting your his own younger sibling. and bruce? bruce feels terrible just looking at how much your disappearance - an existence he didn't even know existed not until a few hours ago - impacted the atmosphere of the house.

is your absence the reason why the manor had felt too empty, then...?

even alfred seemed to sulk more often, always having his phone around and... talking to someone?

does alfred know where you are? or at least maintain communication with you?

it seems like the family was equally keen to find out just who you were.

whilst the two engross themselves in their own personal matters, damian continues to stand near the middle where the light hits the brightest, analyzing all the pages of your sketchbook. the youngest couldn't even afford to miss a single detail, green eyes mulling over the poses of your human sketches; the anatomy, the composition. all the progress, the mistakes, the erasures... his mind seems to eat up every drawing as if it was a piece of art hung in a museum.

which it should've been— but he wouldn't even let worthless critiques lay their eyes on any one of your sketches. they wouldn't understand you as much as he does.

it's his to look upon, nobody else could understand the meaning of your art, the meaning of his older sibling's art.

the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day. he was unable to ignore the glare you sent him, how he felt a pang in his heart after — the older sibling who he ridiculed endlessly in front of his best friend, whose actions he criticized without end; who had started to avoid him like the plague after all of his incessant bullying.

his older sibling who he had used as a punching bag for all his negative emotions, who he was incredibly jealous of, who he felt the need to fight, to compete with, all for the sake of grabbing your attention without seeming frail in his intentions.

his weak and incapable older sibling, who he knew hated him with all their gut.

the unwanted and undeserved treatment he had subjected you to was gruesome.

it was just exactly like your drawings... gruesome and brutal, to say the least. as if it was a medium of releasing all your unparalleled anger. charcoal strokes violently covers the entirety of your pages, it was unpredictable where the lines meet and end, whenever there is color, they blotch each other without harmony, all the subjects of your art either human or anything else within your vicinity.

if someone else with inexperienced, undeserving eyes were to witness your sketches, they would not understand and dare say, criticize your art pieces for being too contemporary, for letting your emotions run free through cheap quality paper without any ounce of care for the rips and tears of the pages.

but damian likes it... he likes the rawness of your pieces, likes it when you incidentally find a way to express tragedy, grief, and all the antagonistic traits a human could bare. he likes just how all thr subjects you paint were muddled with dull colors, sometimes too vibrant, sometimes too neon, sometimes a mix of all— your hectic personality bleeds through the pages.

you should've... shared your talents with him. albeit the jealousy he feels towards you, the sense of competitiveness— a small part of him admits his desire to bond with his only blood sibling... he doesn't even know why he treated you like trash, yet felt so incredibly heartbroken whenever you would retaliate with a blank, soulless stare.

he doesn't know why he felt so compelled to melt into your embrace, despite never once being physically close to you. your warmth always emanates off of your body; he hates that he wanted your validation, your praise and your attention.

he'll apologize to you sooner, damian will drag you back even if he has to, he needs to, actually.

needs to get you to forgive him, to look at him fondly, and to love him without bounds. he's on his path to redemption, he acknowledges his wrongs, all the wrongs he had done to you, he couldn't list it all out but he knows just much it affected your views on him.

damian knows he should've dismissed your reactions— he was raised by assassins for gods sake! he should not be so perceptive of every micro expression of yours, but the connection he feels towards his blood sibling is stronger than any bond, a bond that he himself chose to sever and came to regret afterwards.

he remembers one specific expression of yours after he had criticized your anger issues when he had heard news of you being transferred into another school. it was a glare that lacked any fight or bite, you had long since given up on him and allowed him him harass you whenever he felt like so. but that day was the same day you had snapped, nearly choking on his

he told himself to ignore it, that you were merely throwing a tantrum (despite how hypocritical he seemed)

yet he didn't expect to be overcome with regret.

with hurt.

with empathy at the tears that welled on your eyes.

damian doesn't want to admit it but, that was one of the first times he had hesitated to retaliate with an even crueler comeback to your glare. he wanted to so badly run to you and bond with you and your unadulterated anger, to comfort you and provide you the affection you had so desperately needed— but in the bitterness and the jealousy of his heart, he had forced himself to leave you be; a decision even until now he regrets because... you had no longer seen him as a younger brother, let alone treat him as one, as he desired to.

after that incident, you tend to avoid him more and more, not even eating in the same room as him, let alone ditching whatever you were doing in favor of keeping to yourself.

he should've held himself back from hurting his older sibling, the one who, despite doning no skills or talent in combat whatsoever, who knew that he was more of a threat than a younger brother; was brave enough to approach him with a tray of alfred's baked cookies and a hesitant yet welcoming grin.

and yet he had replied with a sword to your neck and an insult to your origin, calling you a bastard child; the product of a whore and his father's terrible decisions.

he had simply watched as you had left the hallway with a knick on your neck and a wobble on your steps, nearly dropping the tray of untouched goods due to the inconsolable shivers you must've felt.

you hate him, no? he could see it in your eyes, no matter how defeated it may be, there was always a tinge of resentment towards him that he knows he couldn't undo.

you hate him, you must've hated him so much and he hates that. hates how he wants to throw a rampage over the fact that you would never consider him as a younger brother.

... if things were different, if he had never let his emotions and his past dictate his actions, would you love him?

for the first time in quite a while, he had felt tender longing and desire, his hands caressing the pages of your sketchbook as if it could bring you back to the manor.

for the first time in a while, damian allows himself to want, to dream about a fantasy where you would cherish him, allow him to melt on your chest whenever he feels the pressure of the world getting to him, let him sulk about his deepest darkest insecurities as you would run your fingers through his hair and tell him it's all alright.

for the first time in so long, he would openly admit the immense regret he feels, wishing for an opportunity to turn back time, to never unsheath his sword towards you and to never open his mouth to allow vile words to spew out of it.

time passes by oh-so quickly when you are left alone with only your thoughts to accompany you.

it had been quite awhile since the trio were left pondering about your very existence, alfred noted, watching the three scramble about through their minds. they had seemed to have forgotten the very butler who had been observing every single one of their actions.

alfred had waited so long for this moment to come, for them to realize just how crucial you are to the family, how you are the very final jigsaw puzzle the complete the picture perfect definition of a home, how much they need you if they wish to maintain even the slightest bit of sanity.

it was only right that he decides to place the final nail in the coffin.

after all, this was all to get you back to your safety, to where you rightfully belong.

—"it seems like the family has finally taken notice of young master (name)'s disappearance...?" alfred buts in by the door, a single eyebrow raised, crossed arms, an all-knowing look that just screams 'i told you so'.

he continues once he had their complete attention, "i would like to say that i am heavily disappointed in how it took more than a decade and a half for all of you to find out about their existence. if it wasn't for the long months of their absence and even a personal sermon towards master bruce about their financial struggles, they would've long been gone. well... they would be gone soon if they are unable to pay this month's rent for their apartment."

his tone was sullen as he nitpicks every single one of their reactions, a mixture of confusion, shame and regret a commonality between the three.

"(name) is in financial debt?" it was damian who asked first with furrowed brows and wide eyes, unbelieving of what alfred had just stated. "but father wires money to all of his children, right?

the youngest turns back to his father's seated form, expecting a nod of some sorts, but all bruce had was a tense jaw and a solid stare. it speaks of volumes, all damian could do was shut his mouth, looking back at alfred with a pout.

alfred expected this reaction. it was truly unfortunate how the family would never know just how important you were in their life.

yet all he could do was press on, further their guilt and desperation.

"young master damian, i am aware of bruce's willingness towards providing for his children, but (name), like you, had adopted your father's stubbornness to accept any financial aid on their part..."

the silence was defeaning now, tension so thick that not even a knife could cut through it. fortunately, the people alfred were with are trained combatants, formidle not only through fights but with words.

it was a shame they had never used their brains to connect the dots with just how sullen the manor was the moment you were gone.

"how do we...?" this time it was dick who talked, albeit hesitantly. "bruce could at least send a few thousands to them, then? or i could do it, you could just give us their location and—"

"unfortunately, there is nothing i could do about it, master dick," alfred interrupts dick's sudden onslaught, "for even i do not have master (name)'s address. they refuse even the slightest bit of a clue, hence why i have confronted master bruce about it."

it was like a needle had dropped on the floor, an intense, numbing feeling everyone present was subjected to feel.

... what?

it was dick who had reacted first, springing up from his seated position as he stared at alfred's defeated eyes incredulously.

"are you serious, alfred? (name) could be anywhere in gotham right now? unprotected, unsafe, and in debt?"

a long, defeated sigh was what he had merely received from the alfred.

"yes, master dick, you hear exactly what i say."

"but the world outside is too dangerous for (name)! we can't just let them loose in a street filled with criminals who can take advantage of their innocence!"

"they're eighteen, dick." all of a sudden, it was damian who cuts back with a roll of his eyes, "i'm sure they can survive on their own."

"yeah right, and have you even read their latest diary, or are you just gonna pretend like you aren't going to keep their sketchbooks all for yourself, huh?" dick retaliates with clenched teeth, letting himself be swayed by his own emotions. "or... you're planning to track their location without us so you can get a reservation to visit them first?"

"calm down, dick—" bruce stands, immediately holding dick back, gripping the athlete's tense shoulders.

"why should i, bruce?! (name) can be anywhere, we— i can't afford to bide time on anything but them!" he glared back at his father, slammimg his fist onto your bedroom walls without hesitation. cracks immediately formed on the chipped wallpaper, a testament to dick's strength; you'll be relocated to another room, a better one anyways and they'll... they'll turn this one into a bigger atelier for you.

dick just needs to let his anger out, yeah... unfortunately, his father seems to think otherwise.

bruce retaliates with a snarl, "we need a solid plan, dick. we can't just randomly search where they are—"

"look, if none of you are willing to help, then fine, i'll track (name) all by myself—"

"— i've never mentioned not coming, grayson." damian cuts him off with a glare, possessively holding all your sketchbook in one hand. "i'll be the one spending time with them first."

"yeah, right... and you, bruce? you coming with or no?"

defeated, bruce replies, "... you already know the answer, dick."

"of course, dad. glad to know we're on the same team after all," dick lets out an airy laugh, returning to his old demeanor. but bruce could easily pinpoint the sharp edge to his giggles, how calculated it is and how it's all merely a cover up to hide the unbearable itch to get you into his arms.

not like bruce could help it too, feeling the same way dick does— all he wants to do is see you for himself after all.

"then call the others into the batcave, now. tell them it's a priority mission, don't let them say otherwise, and don't settle on any excuses."

bruce is so grateful that he had his hands on your diaries, that he was given the grace to read through your entries and embrace even the slightest clue about you.

although there was no face to associate with your name, no photograph nor portrait— he at least has an idea of your personality, of what you like and prefer; something that bruce would hold dear, something that feeds the growing urge to find you.

find you to not only correct his mistakes, to make up for all the lost time, but to also get closer to you. to bond with his child, the one he should've focused on all those years ago. the one who, despite showing disinterest to vigilantism, chose to not fall deep into the pits of resentment, of committing heinous acts— you had chosen to run away from them without any intentions of badmouthing your own family even after the years of neglect.

his child, (name) wayne.

you were a symbol of what he had strived to cherish, to protect. it was your innocence through these pages, your eagerness to the world despite its cruelty, that relays the message to bruce that he should've centered his attention on both you and tim instead of just tim.

maybe then the dispair he had felt after jason's death would've been less devastating, maybe then you'd act as his source of light in the darkness he had choose to brood in. maybe then he wouldn't have acted so rash, so impulsive and tense.

after all, you had lost your mother too early, and your father was just somebody you can watch through the television and read through the newspaper.

and you? you were forced to take the short end of the stick, without any familial attention nor emotional support whatsoever— a substantial failure on bruce's part. you didn't deserve anything you were subjected to, didn't deserve to know what pain and despair felt like.

bruce should've been the father who had to shoulder all your burden. he should've been there for you as he was there for all your other siblings.

he should've been the man who would kiss your wounds away whenever you go out to the park with him to play. he should've been the man who would sit on the crowded bleachers to watch you perform on a talent show. he was supposed to be the father who would hold you close to your chest as you cry about your first heartbreak, about your overdue projects, about the bullies in the school.

but he wasn't that father for you. and now, you seek love and attention from people who weren't even family. because they had failed you, he had failed you.

there was so much things about you that he doesn't know of, so much he had missed out on. his absence was a constant in your life; what would you have felt if he suddenly barged in on it then? especially now that you've moved out on the presumption of neglect?

but could he help it if he does?

could bruce help it if he was already concocting a way to bring you back? alfred had explicitly told him that you were living off of debt

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wildflower - part 1 .

❁ blossom : a new beginning & growth .

❁ pairing: ex!jaehyun x fem!reader

❁ tags/warnings: angst, fluff, smut!, pregnancy, unprotected sex (flashback scene), multiple positions (doggy&missionary), oral (f), squirting, kissing/making out, nipple/breast play, hair-pulling, spanking, fingering, mentions of masturbation (m), pet-names (baby&darling), down-bad and groveling jaehyun (:0), cursing, mentions of drinking, time-skips, bittersweet ending

❁ w.c: 7.9k

❁ a.n: hi! you ask and i shall deliver, part 2 of wildflower! writing this one was so challenging because i was having major writers block, which ended up delaying it's release, aghh. anyways i tried pulling through, so stick until the bittersweet end <3 ! JOLO OUT IN 2 WEEKS (obsessed with roses, like jaehyun babe who hurt yuh?!) 🥃 . anyways love you all, stay safe & jiji out 🤍

“i'll never forget how stupid in love i felt. i'll always regret how i couldn't ever tell, that you walked a little faster, left me behind.”

“kissed me with somebody else in mind. i loved you so much that i settled for less.“

“oh, you were my everything… i was your second best.”

- laufey | “second best”

jaehyun’s pov.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” i shouted as the door closed. i contemplated chasing after her, but something told me not to. how could’ve i been so fucking stupid? why did i think she would understand– no, this whole shit was impossible to understand.

i cheated and lied to her. there wasn’t going to be anything i could’ve done now to undo what i did. i did the worst thing a man could’ve done, and broke her, played with her innocent self. i could love for infinitely, but that still wouldn't have been enough to repair the damage.

i looked down, remembering the gift she gave me right before leaving. this small gift bag held a massive weight. with trembling hands, i started unboxing it and pulled out a small velvet box.

no, this couldn’t be… now hurriedly i opened it. a silver colored ring, in the middle of the box. you fucking bastard, i thought. i really fucked up, really beyond repair.

i took the ring out. i noted the small stones around the band of the ring, my birthstone, amethyst.

my cheeks felt wet, only then did i realize i started crying. now i regret not chasing after her, spending the rest of my day apologizing to her, pleading with her. she took my happiness when she walked out that door, a part of me with her.

and for all i knew matters would only continue to get worse from here on out…

two lines.

there are two fucking lines on the stick…

“i’m pr-pregnant…” i muttered.

this couldn’t be happening, oh how i wished this was a dream— a nightmare i could wake up to right about now. but no, this is fucking reality.

well i guess that would explain why i was late and the nauseating feelings i kept having. however so i still hoped it would come out negative. it wasn’t that i didn’t want this child, it was just about whether or not i’d be up to live as a single mother.

i caressed my stomach, though still unnoticeable, how would this child be able to live? made without mutual love, and there was no denying this was a result of that night. the very same night before disaster struck.

did the birth control not work? i thought. no, impossible it’d always worked, but perhaps luck was truly never in my favor that day. it’d been about or over a month since that day and a lot has happened, my newly discovered pregnancy being one of those things.

as i walk outside my bathroom and into my bedroom, i gently sit on the edge of my bed as flashbacks of the past month flood my mind. first things first, that same week i began moving out with my shared apartment with yuna. we had a pretty heated argument, both sides equally hurt and betrayed. yet one thing i’d say we both saw eye-to-eye was how much of a scum he was. who knew a simple man would cause our friendship to fall apart.

anyhow, with that out the way i started making preparations to move out of not only that apartment but the city. luckily the move went smoothly thanks to a special someone.

mr.jeong.

it happened a day after my talk with yuna when i decided to talk to his father. i felt the need to come clean, confess to everything that went on. to my surprise, mr.jeong hadn’t yet heard of our breakup nor from his son. i expected mr.jeong to feel upset, or at least angry towards me but he didn’t. in fact he cursed at his idiotic son, sympathizing with me. the woman who entered a fake relationship and lied to him, nonetheless there was no denying mr.jeong’s genuine care and love towards me. he treated me as his family, the thought made my heart ache. i mean it was a silly thought as i’d never will become his family.

our talk lasted well around an hour before i decided to depart. i made the decision to tell mr.jeong that i’d be moving, in which he offered two things. one, to never tell that idiotic son of his where i’d gone to in case he asks. two, money.

i refused to take the money, but he insisted i take it since i’d just quit my cafe job. also adding how expensive getting a singular apartment would be for me. after much dispute… i ended up taking the money. he also added there was no need to repay him back, and that if i wanted to look at it as a i’m-sorry-for-my-idiotic-sons-foolishness recompense.

nonetheless i’m eternally grateful to mr.jeong. i mean without his help i probably wouldn't have been able to move into this apartment in a fairly quicker time as if i didn’t have the amount they asked for. once i settled in, i began job hunting.

just the other day i went in for an interview. i still awaited the call from the company, it was a publishing firm.

i plopped down onto my bed, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling. who knew the year would turn out so catastrophic for me. a whirlwind of thoughts flooded my mind which eventually led me to a deep slumber. the pregnancy sure to be the cause of my tiredness.

ring. ring. ring.

my eyes slowly fluttered open, trying to find the noise of the abrupt ringing. my phone's screen lights up, vibrating against the mattress. i reached a hand towards the device, not even bothering to look at who was calling me.

“hello? is this y/n?” a woman’s voice spoke.

slightly unconscious i answer, “y-yes, may i ask who’s this.”

“ah- nice to speak to you y/n, this i’m mrs.kang and i work for the publishing firm you applied for.”

oh, now i was fully awake. “woa- hello! nice to mee-speak to you ms.kang,” i stumbled on my words.

a slight chuckle arose from the other line, “yes, well i just wanted to tell you that… you’re in! congratulations, the company has decided to hire you!”

what! no way… it has to be a dream. i pinch myself, ow. okay not a dream. “wo-wow, thank you so much! w-when can i start!”

“next monday, if that’s alright with you,” she explained. “yes! that’s fine with me,” i almost immediately replied. “that’s great, see you on monday ms.l/n!”

i bid her farewell before hanging up. wow. my life is really seemingly picking up after all the bad luck. oh but now there was the baby to think about, i still haven’t called my clinic. “it’d be best to call them now,” i muttered. and so i did, my appointment was set for thursday.

i reach back for my stomach, a faint smile appeared on my face. “my little light,” i whisper into the empty bedroom.

i was keeping my baby, it didn’t matter whether i would be a good mother or not because this child was a little gift to me sent from the heavens above. my baby, not his. “you may not have a father, but that’s okay, my little light. i’ll make sure to give you both so you’ll never feel lonely. mommy loves you so much already.”

my little light. finding my way out the deepest depths of hell, you became my light who guided me to my new beginning. and for that you’re my little light. my savior.

jaehyun’s pov.

i drove into the driveway of my father’s residence, parking before finding myself knocking at his front door. he’d called me yesterday night, urging me to see him today. i wonder what he could’ve wanted. i wasn’t in the mood to see him today or come to my childhood home where memories of her existed.

it’s been over a month since we broke up and my life has been nothing but a shit show. i stare at my left hand, the sun's light reflecting on the piece of medal around my finger. her final gift, her parting gift; the ring found it’s home on my left ring finger. i’ve never taken it off once since that day that i put it on.

i can’t even count how many nights i spent crying, drinking, and cursing myself. y/n… her name hurt to say, verbally or not. sometimes it felt as though she was still there, waiting for me at my apartment, in my car, everywhere. she haunted me everyday, even when i slept.

she never answered or responded to any of my calls or texts, assuming she blocked my number.

the door swings open, and instead of being met with ms.kim i was met with an angered man, my father. “nice to you see you too,” i said when he didn’t offer to greet me first. strange, i thought. normally he’d be chatty but today he just walked, guiding me to his office. we took a seat across from each other on the leather couches he had in there.

silence filled the office before i decided to speak up. i cleared my throat, “so what’s wrong father.”

he huffed, “you’re no son of mine jaehyun.” i furrowed my brows, no son of mine?

he must’ve noticed my confusion because he then continued. “i know what you did, what you did to her. how could you!” he spoke, his words getting louder the more he continued.

shit.

”you think i wouldn’t find out? the poor girl came to me just the other day, a mess, yet nonetheless confessed to everything that was going on between the two of you,” he continued, my eyes widening more. she came over… she was here…

i clenched my fists. “i-is she alright? did she look okay?” i trashed question after question. my mind only thinking of her. he stayed quiet, not answering any of my questions. a beat or two passed before he continued speaking, “i mean really jaehyun… lying to her just to get back with that other woman?!”

fuck, looks like he knew everything. i sucked a breath in, “i-i didn’t mean to-” he cut me off, “mean to what!?” he shouts. “to fall in love with her. to break her. for any of this to happen,” i answered. my vision was beginning to blur. i faintly hear my father, tsk, before speaking.

“get ready jaehyun.”

i looked into his eyes for the first time since we entered his office. “f-for?” i asked, a gut feeling telling me it wasn’t for anything good. “i’m passing the company to you. i’ve been meaning to for a while now, and after all this mess you got yourself in you don’t exactly deserve it but i’m not getting any younger.”

my mouth fell open, then closed. no way he was asking me to take over the company… i wasn’t in any way, shape, or form prepared. heck i was still a mess from the break up.

“and i don’t care if you’re not prepared, a mess, or whatever excuse you have to offer me, you’re gonna take over and that’s final.”

there was no point arguing, when my father made a decision it was final. “alright,” i said, throwing my head back against the couch.

i hear as he gets up, resting my head back up. he pauses for a moment when he grabs the doorknob, turning to face me.

“and to answer your questions from earlier, she’s gone. y/n left jaehyun, she’s not coming back so you should give up. i mean it’s not like she’s going to take you back after everything you put her through.”

my heart dropped, my eyes blurring again. she-she’s gone? y/n, my y/n? no, no… this wasn’t supposed to happen. and so before i could further inquiry my father any further, he opened the door and walked out.

he left me all alone in his office space, me and my thoughts. my gaze drops down to the ring, where a single tear drop landed.

7 months later.

“ow,” you muttered. you bring a hand to your stomach, feeling the tiny kicks of the little human inside you. “i might as well sign you up for soccer,” i say, feeling another kick that causes me to chuckle. perhaps that was my sign that my little light was up for playing the sport.

for the past 7 months since i found out i was pregnant it’s been… a lot. it was hard being alone, but as time quickly passed i started getting the hang of it. i wished i had someone to go to, but my parents were long gone. i never really had a family to call my own, except now for this little human.

ever since my stomach started showing i’ve been working at home, the company was surprisingly pretty insistent about taking a maternity leave, but i still needed a way to make money. the workload wasn’t a lot, in fact i was only assigned with editing reports. nonetheless the pay was still great.

in fact, next month was going to be my last month working as the date for my birth approached, i needed to take the time off. in the 7 months too, my memory and thoughts of him dissipated. i was doing better, i could feel it. it wasn’t just for me, but for my baby too. i didn’t want my child to be upset with me.

as i got up to go use the restroom i heard the faint ringtone of my phone. i sighed as i looked at the caller id. “and what do i owe you the pleasure of, jungwoo?”

kim jungwoo. my co-worker and newly found best friend. he was the only one by my side and the only one i’ve spoken to about everything that’s happened. shock would be an understatement of his reaction, but nevertheless he still stuck by my side… annoyingly so.

“is that really a way to greet your bestest friend!? i’m very offended y/l/n, after all that trouble of going to get you those midnight cravings,” he says, falsely sobbing into the phone. though he couldn’t see, i rolled my eyes. this guy, i swear.

“oh my, i’m sorry your majesty. please forgive my behavior just now,” i replied. “you are forgiven,” he says back. “but… really jungwoo, why’d you call?”

“nothing much, just… open the door and you’ll find out,” he says. i do as he instructed, slowly walking to my door.

you open it, revealing jungwoo with a carry-out bag in hand. was it unusual to say you developed a keen sense of smell since your pregnancy? well because it smelled like he brought over fried chicken.

“uhm… can you maybe drool later, and let me in now so we could dig in,” he says, standing frozen. i snap out of my hungry state, moving aside to let him in.

we walk to my dining table, sitting across from one another. jungwoo does all the unpacking whilst i watch with prying eyes as he takes the food out and opens it. “dig in,” he announces. i wasted no time, grabbing the chicken and stuffing it into my mouth. i let out a satisfied groan, the chicken tasting so damn good.

you being too engulfed with that damn delicious fried chicken, failed to notice as jungwoo turns on the television. “come back before i finish everything,” you warn him. he lets go of the remote, stopping at some random channel. well the television was the least of your worries right now.

“how’s she doing,” jungwoo speaks up, eyeing my stomach. “i’m thinking of signing her up for soccer when she’s straight out of the womb, little girl can kick,” i replied, earning me a laugh from jungwoo.

a couple months back, my doctor told me the gender of my little light. a girl, my baby girl. i didn’t partially care what the gender was going to be, but nonetheless i was still ecstatic about the revelation. having a baby girl meant i would be able to dress her up, so cute like a little doll.

“jeong jaehyun.”

i whip my head to the television at the mention of that name. my eyes widened, dropping the food from my hand.

“n corps newest ceo is the first to accomplish acquiring various kinds of subsidiaries in such a short amount of time– ranging from luxury brands to flower shops,” the female reporter says as they display a picture of the man.

i squint my eyes, focusing them solely on his left hand. i hoped my eyes weren’t deceiving me because… is that the ring i gave him. no… no, my mind and eyes had to have been playing tricks on me because why on earth would he wear, better yet still have the ring.

“is that him,” jungwoo speaks up, interrupting my thoughts. i turn back around, my mood suddenly plummeting. i don't say anything, just nodding my head to indicate that the man who just appeared was the same man i spoke of.

and so for the rest of dinner we ate in silence, minor talk appearing but jungwoo would always be the one initiating it. i was too lost, going down a rabbit hole about him.

when we finished eating, jungwoo insisted on cleaning up– he even took the garbage with him as he left. i walked him to my door, bidding him goodbye. when he was gone, i headed to the bathroom, a shower was very much needed.

plopping onto my bed, i stare at the ceiling. my thoughts on, jaehyun. a familiar ache appeared in my heart, i thought i was over him but it seems i might be far from it. “i guess mommy isn’t all that strong, huh little one,” i whisper as i reach my hands over my stomach.

you’re not sure what came over you that night, that news report igniting your lost feelings. and so in the midst of your thoughts, you somehow drifted off into a deep slumber.

an interesting one, per say. not only for you but for the other party involved as well…

✧˖°ʚ ❁ ɞ♡

jaehyun crashes his lips to mine, eloping me into a deep and passionate kiss. his tongue slides along my bottom lip, begging for entry in which i grant him.

our tongues fighting one another, and teeth occasionally clashing. my mind began to fog, but i refused to stop. i could feel his love with every kiss.

“strip,” he says in a sultry tone. i felt the air getting hot.

grabbing the hem of my top, i pulled it over my head, and then followed my shorts. i left myself in my lace panties and bra, jaehyun licking his lips in delight.

reaching his hand over, he gropes my tits which earned him a breathy moan of his name.

reaching his hands to the back, he swiftly unhooks my bra, letting it fall beneath me. he groans, admiring the way my tits were on full display. “so fucking beautiful,” he says, taking his mouth over one of my nipples.

he sucks on it, and eventually bites down on the bud. i bite my bottom lip, not wanting to yell out loud.

i look down at him, his eyes staring back at mine as he practically makes out with one of my tits. i could feel one of his hands slides down my back at a slow pace, leaving a burning trail behind.

“you want me to touch you, baby?” he asks as he fondles your ass, sending a small slap across the flesh of skin. “y-yes,” you moan.

“tell me baby, where.” his voice so deep, his head coming up to peck my lips. i nearly melted, “yo-you know.” i take an unoccupied hand of his to my sex, making him palm it. “my pussy needs you,” i whisper as i leaned into his ear.

jaehyun’s lips twitch up, kissing you hard one last time before he begins to go down on his knees. he places his hands to the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. “open up for me,” he says, and i begin opening my legs up. he drags his fingers to collect the slick that began dripping down my thigh.

kiss after kiss, bite after bite along my thighs. reaching a hand to his hair, i grip it. and when he finally reaches my cunt, i become a whimpering mess. his hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue darted out.

a slow tantalizing lick, and then another. i jerk my hips forward, wanting more friction. i feel as jaehyun stops his licks. “don’t move, or else i won’t let you cum darling.” his warning was clear, i stayed still.

and so he continues, but instead of licks he sucks on my clit. along with using the tip of his tongue to tease the poor bud, before finishing off with a bite. “j-jaehyun!” i yelled when i felt his teeth on my clit.

letting go with a pop, i watch as he licks his lips before diving back in. his licks faster than when he first started, and before i knew it he brought his fingers into the mix. one of his fingers entering you, then two, both knuckle deep inside you. it wasn’t until after he pecked your clit that he began thrusting them inside you.

in and out, out and in. your gummy walls clenching around his digits as they quickly thrusted into you. you feel the stretch of your walls as he opens them, like scissors. the constant chant of his name was such a melody to his ears, urging him to do more.

you felt yourself getting closer to your release as he continued his ministrations on your pussy. he must’ve felt the way you clenched around his fingers, “close?” he asks. “y-yes, m-my cl-clit!”

jaehyun got the message as he attached his mouth onto your clit. with both his mouth and hands working themselves on you at the same time, it felt like you could cum at any moment. with one suck to your clit and his fingers plummeting in you, you gushed out. a stream of liquid coming out of you, splattering all over his arm. it wasn’t the first time you’ve squirted but nonetheless you still felt shy, hot all over.

jaehyun gets back up, watching you as you watched him lick your essence off his arm and hand. “so delicious, a delicacy that you are baby.”

you could almost cum again from those simple words. as you try regaining your breath jaehyun brings his lips to your ear. “on the bed, all fours,” he whispers. a shiver runs down your spine, his sex-dazed voice was one of your favorite things in the whole world.

without wasting another second you head towards his bedroom, onto his bed with hands and knees on the mattress. your ass up, on full display. slap. you jerk forward from the sudden movement.

and another one on the other cheek. you turn your head around, a naked jaehyun behind you in all his glory. his hard, thick cock reaching his stomach. you could see the glisten of his pre-cum. you feel his hardened member rub against your slit, both your essences blending with one another.

then he places a hand on your hips, while the other holds his cock so he could slide it into your aching hole. his cock slowly stretches you out, walls wrapping snuggly around it. you could hear jaehyun’s groans the deeper he goes in. when he’s all in, he kisses your exposed nape before going absolutely mad.

jaehyun was an absolute madman when it came to having sex. when he was balls deep inside you, he felt like he’d gone into another dimension; another world. you are quite literally the most perfect thing in this world, you were made for him.

your mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape when you feel his tip kissing your womb, tongue hanging out when he grabs some of your hair to pull you against his chest. you didn’t know if it was even possible for his dick to reach you even deeper, but it must’ve because this angle allowed for him to reach places that have never been touched before.

it wasn’t long before you ended up cumming on his cock, jaehyun following suit after a couple more thrusts. feeding your womb his seeds, which eventually dripped out of you as slides his cock out. you slump onto the mattress, too tired, body giving up.

on the other hand, there was something so hot about watching his cum drip out of your pussy. it turned him on, his cock beginning to harden again. his hands reached your body, turning you the other way so your back was against the mattress. you looked so fucked, he loved it.

“ready for round two?” he says, not even waiting for your answer before he intrudes back into your hole. fucking his cum back into your pussy. his hands, finding yours as he interlocks his fingers with yours. your watery eyes, low chants of his name, the clenching of your walls and fingers, the way your mouth falls open, and your tongue lolling out. fuck. it was the perfect sight.

“god, i love you,” jaehyun groans as he thrusted into you.

there was no stopping him now, he was going at an insane pace. the sounds of skin slapping, his balls on your ass, and the squelching sounds of you both echoed in the room.

letting go of one of the interlaced fingers, he brings his hand to your clit. the poor swollen bud victim to his ministrations again. he used his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves, you clench tighter around him. your own orgasm not too far away.

“k-kiss me!” you yelled. jaehyun wasted no time bringing his lips onto yours. it was sloppy but you didn’t care, you loved the way it felt.

you moaned into the kiss, as you finally came for the third time tonight. taking his lips from your mouth, he puts them on an exposed section of your neck, sucking on it as he came.

filling you up for a second time tonight, you felt the warmth inside your womb. you wondered whether you could get pregnant after tonight. having his babies, becoming parents, getting married— a dream.

both of you crash onto his bed, not bothering to clean up for now. both too tied, and unable to get up. he kisses your hair, whispering sweet nothings and lulls you to sleep. you and jaehyun peacefully sleeping in each other’s arms for the night.

jaehyun’s pov.

fuck. what the fuck.

jaehyun jumps up from his bed. too shocked, unable to comprehend what just happened. he doesn’t mutter anything, he just goes into his bathroom and turns on the shower.

stepping into the cold water, he faces the tile walls. his throbbing erection the least of his worries right now.

“wh-why… why did i have a dream about that night, the night before we-we-“ he mutters, the water dripping down his body.

jaehyun didn’t know why he dreamt about you, the steamy night that unfolded a week prior to the break-up.

yeah, he’d get off to past memories of you but never a full on dream. he didn’t know what to do, to think, to say, to anything.

and he couldn’t even being himself to sleep again, so he showered in the cold. it’s been 7 months, the pain still not gone. he misses you tremendously every single day.

he stares at the ring that still stayed on his finger, clenching his hand as he wants to punch the wall in front of him.

“y/n…”

2 months later.

december 14. the day my little star was born.

she was born healthy, no complications. and luckily i was fine as well. it was excruciating pain but knowing she was close to being brought into this world made such pain disappear.

in fact, today we were scheduled to leave and i couldn’t wait to just go home. my home wouldn’t feel so empty anymore, the thought made me smile.

d/n (daughter name) was currently being breastfed, her eyes shut and wrapped like a burrito. she was the most beautiful baby, though she does look quite a lot like her daddy.

i sigh, throwing my head against the pillow. and before i could fully relax after various sleepless nights, there was a knock to my hospital door. the knock causing me to jerk my head towards the door.

“come in,” i said loud enough so the person on the other side could hear, and low enough so it wouldn’t frighten my baby as she was fast asleep.

i thought it was just some nurse coming in to check in before i left but it wasn’t, far from it. my eyes widened. the person also stopping in their trace when they noticed me.

“y/n…” the feminine voice speaks.

my mouth falls open, “m-ms.kim?!”

what was she doing here? why- wait… kim jungwoo, kim… oh my god. the pieces clicked together, she was the person jungwoo promised to call.

just last night jungwoo called me, apologizing over and over again for being unable to take me back home. i do remember him telling me that he’d find someone else, but… who knew it’d be his mother, ms.kim!

we both stayed frozen. neither speaking, you could probably even hear our breaths. however, the cries of a baby erupted into the room. the cries bringing us back to reality.

i look at d/n, swaying her gently in my arms. her wails didn’t stop though. “c-can i?” ms.kim asks. i look up, nodding my head, handing her my daughter. it was almost intriguing how fast d/n calmed down, falling back asleep in ms.kim’s arms. she takes a closer look at the baby in her arms, “she’s adorable, such chubby cheeks.”

i admire the scene in front of me, when was the last time i saw her? i thought. does she still work for them? countless questions wondered in my head until she spoke again. “she looks just like him,” she says softly. i almost froze, eyes widening. i never told her who the father was, but then again my baby does look a lot like her dad. then considering ms.kim had been with the jeong’s since he was born, she must’ve seen how he looked as a baby.

“d-does she,” i say at a loss. she nods, “i’ve been with them since he was still in the womb, and watched him grow, so i can guarantee you they’re daughter and father.” when i didn’t speak she spoke again, “i probably shouldn’t be bringing him up… i- mr.jeong told me. he explained to me what happened when i asked why you weren’t coming over anymore, and well… i’m sorry.”

wait… why- why is she apologizing. i stopped her immediately, “n-no, you-you have nothing to do with what happened, why are you apologizing?!”

“i raised him after,” she answered. i shook my head, “no, please don’t apologize. you and mr.jeong played no part in what unraveled between me and him, nor do or will i blame either of you.”

she faintly smiles, “you’re too kind, y/n. in all honesty, i thought i would never see you again but yet here you are, you even befriended my son.” i giggled a little at the thought of jungwoo, “he sure is something else, but i’ll be eternally grateful to him.”

we continued our conversation for a while longer before a nurse came in to give me the okay to leave today. i did and completed the necessary things so i could go home, ms.kim helped me. and after a couple hours we were finally out of the hospital with d/n in the car seat ms.kim brought along. she said jungwoo got it for me, as a congrats-on-giving-birth gift.

ms.kim drove, while i stayed in the back with d/n, arriving at my home a while later. we spent the rest of the evening there, ms.kim preparing dinner. whilst she was doing that, jungwoo got off work and came over. he was overly excited to see d/n, shunning me and his own mother out.

when the food was ready, i put a sleeping d/n in the crib i placed in the living room. then i headed back to the dining table, sitting down and for the first time enjoying a homely meal. it was so good, i started crying. when was the last time i felt at peace? when i felt complete? jungwoo nor ms.kim said anything, letting me have a moment.

my home was finally warm and cozy, my new life begun today. my little light radiating throughout my- our home.

4 months later.

i sighed, pushing the stroller of my 4 month-old child along the park. the cold winter weather was gone, and the flowers were in full bloom again. we came for a stroll at our local park, i was in need of a refresher.

it’s been a month since i began working again, and things were going great until a couple days ago when i was informed of a new task. the ol’ mighty task being… interviewing… jeong jaehyun. with the rise of n corps, my company was in desperation to get an interview with him. and if matters couldn’t get any worse, our main interviewer broke their leg a couple days ago, so they decided to assign me with the job. well, they gave me until the end of the week to decide whether i was up for it but… come on, me?!

no way, there was no way i was going to-

“y/n?” a voice shouts. the voice sounding familiar, i turn around without any second thoughts. though now i wished i hadn’t turned around at all, that i had simply ignored the call of my name.

i froze. “j-jaehyun,” i said in a voice that was only loud enough for him to hear. what was he doing here… he shouldn’t be here… no… no wh- “it really is you…” he says, interrupting my thoughts. he walks closer, my eyes beginning to blur. “baby,” he says gently. my stomach churns, in a bad way at the use of the word.

“d-don’t ca-call me t-that!” i say, my voice distorted. i was probably trembling as he walked closer. he stopped in his tracks when the cries of a baby erupted.

shit.

he stops, his eyes focusing from me to the strolling behind me. i instinctively blocked her, hiding her from his view even though it was too late now.

it seems it didn't take long for jaehyun to connect two-and-two together. “i-is that my- our child,” he says in an astonished tone. at least he wasn’t such an idiot, i’ll give him that.

i shook my head, “no, you’re wrong. she’s mine, she doesn’t need you.” i wasn’t going to deny that he was the dad but that didn’t mean i’d consider him as her father.

jaehyun drops to his knees in front of me. his sobs getting louder as he cried. my heart ached at the sight, but then remembered why we were even here in the first place. i turn back, my grip tightening around the stroller’s handles.

i begin walking away, stopping briefly. “you should’ve moved on the day i left the hotel. we are strangers jaehyun, remember that.” he looks up, tears staining his face. i noticed a shine from his finger, it came from the ring around his left hand. i immediately identified it as the ring i had gotten him for his birthday.

“w-will i truly never see you again, see her again,” he says, trying to regain his composure. i don’t reply back, leaving him in that park.

on the walk home i made up my mind… i was going through with the interview.

✧˖°ʚ ❁ ɞ♡

i was sat, waiting for jaehyun to arrive. our meeting location was chosen to be at a restaurant, where we were designated with our own room for privacy reasons. honestly, i could care less about the interview. 3 days had passed since our reunion, and i felt that there was still much left to be discussed, so what better way than to talk about it here.

the door slid open, jaehyun stiffened. his mouth falling open, “w-what-” i interrupted him before he could continue. “surprise,” i sarcastically said. he looked out to check if he was in the right room, only to be reassured he was. jaehyun sits down, his head down, not daring to look up. i could tell he was keeping his guard up around me.

i softly sighed, “the person who was set to interview you, broke their leg so they put me as their replacement.” i felt it was only right to explain the situation since i’m sure he was wondering what i was doing here.

when he stayed quiet i continued, “and for the record i accepted it only because i felt that we needed to have a deep talk about everything. let’s put aside the interview for now jaehyun.”

he finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “w-where is she?” he asks, stumbling on his words. “she? oh! d/n is with ms.kim. you probably don’t know but ms.kim offered to look after her while i worked,” i explained. it was the truth, ms.kim, since the time i began working again took care of d/n. she argued she’d find a way around working with mr.jeong and babysitting.

however it seems jaehyun was oblivious to this. “m-ms.kim,” he whispers, in which i respond with a nod. “that’s where she’d gone,” he continued. “what do you mean?” i asked.

“well, my father briefly explained that she’d gotten a job somewhere else so she wouldn’t be able to work from certain hours,” he answered. so that’s what she told them, i thought. “mmm, speaking of your father… how is he?”

“i guess he’s alright. the old man and me aren’t doing so well, so it’s hard to say…” he says, stopping briefly to take a sip of his water that was placed there by the waiter before he even arrived. “ever since you left, he got pretty upset with me. he forced me into the family company, didn’t even wanna consider me his son. i mean it didn’t matter to me, i deserved it after all.”

i stayed quiet, not knowing what to say at his revelation. “s-so, tell me about her. please, y/n,” jaehyun pleads. i give it some thought before sighing.

“her name is d/l/n. she was born on december 14th. i found out i was pregnant around a month after that day. she was all i had left so i decided to keep her. and god was that the best decision i’ve ever made. yeah, those 9 months were sometimes hell, but i managed. i was scared of being a single mother, but hey look at where i am today,” i explained. his features softened as i continued explaining my past year.

and when i finished he asked, “won’t you let me see her?” i ponder, “i wish, i want to… but, i-i’m not sure if i can trust you yet jaehyun.” “and why is that?” he asks. “b-because of what you did. you broke me completely, crushed up all faith and trust i had for you.”

“t-then give me a second chance,” jaehyun declares. you look at him astonished at his declaration. “w-what do you mean?”

“give me a second chance to prove to you and d/n i can be trusted. i’ll make up for lost time, i’ll love her triple, no infinitely more. please, just please… we don’t even have to go into it thinking we might get together, i-i just want to see my baby girl.”

his voice was getting weaker, practically pleading with me. a second chance, huh. i took my time to think about it, would letting him into out lives be the right choice? i was gambling here, but nonetheless i made my decision.

“f-fine. you better prove yourself worth forgiving, jeong jaehyun.” his face almost lit up, “th-thank you! i most definitely will, i’ll prove to you both. i won’t make the same foolish mistakes. i’ll love d/n, i’ll love you,” he says. i’ll love you. the phrase brought something out of me, touched my heart per say.

and so after an overdue talk, we cleared up our misunderstandings. we agreed on co-parenting, among other things. the interview then proceeded as planned, and once that was out the way he drove me home. i offered to invite him in, in which he gladly accepted.

ms.kim was shocked to see him show up, confused even but i briefly told her i’d explain it later. d/n was awake, and when i introduced her to jaehyun it was like the most sentimental scene. he cried, heck i probably did too. even more shockingly, d/n warmed up to jaehyun faster than i expected.

it felt like we’d finally become a family, like we could finally live happily ever after. and although i knew the journey was far from being over, i was willing to test the waters. if in the near future jaehyun and i ever get together then we get together, and if we don’t then we don’t.

whatever the future had in store for us, we’d face it once it came. but until then this new life that has bloomed for us like the flowers, will be lived with one another by each other's side.

“you’re my dandelion.”

2024. 08. 18

final a.n: woohoo, we're at the end! writing part 2 like i mentioned was a hassle since i was having writers block, worst feeling ever! on top of that i started school again :(( . not the best couple of weeks but i managed to get this done in a week, nevertheless i really hope you all can enjoy it. thank you for your continued love and support, i truly cannot thank you enough for everything! that being said, i will be taking this upcoming week off, and will hopefully be back to uploading for the last week of august. i love you all berry much! please look forward to jaehyun's solo, JOLO, on august 26! thank you&i love you, jiji signing off 🤍

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amongemeraldclouds · 8 months ago

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The Alchemy

An Animagus transformation gone wrong helps reveal a secret your enemy never wanted you to know.

Lorenzo Berkshire x Black Cat Animagus! f!Reader (Exes To Lovers)

Warning: fluff, three uses of y/n, cursing. Based on the Taylor Swift song of the same name.

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It’s funny how life can change in 3, 2, 1. Three attempts, two lies, and one night.

Three attempts

To say that luck was not on your side was an understatement. In fact, if luck were a person, it was a bully laughing at you and your misfortune. At least someone was laughing. Then again, everything had gone so horribly wrong that you’d soon let go of your sanity and join in the laughter.

It all started when you decided to become Animagus, associating it with the words ‘fun’ and ‘adventure��. Oh how wrong you were. Your bad luck came in the form of three attempts to carry a Mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month. The first try failed one evening when you found yourself drowning—no, your surroundings were dry. You just couldn’t breathe.

It took a few bouts of coughing before you realized you choked on your Mandrake leaf in your sleep. Thankfully your roommate Daphne Greengrass had sprung to the rescue, hitting you hard enough to dislodge the murderous leaf.

The second attempt left you wanting to burn in shame and taking down your enemy with you. It was bad enough that Lorenzo Berkshire was your ex-boyfriend without him playing silly tricks on you. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that you retaliated with your fair share of practical jokes, like the time you replaced his shampoo with dye that turned his hair and skin green for a week. No one was willing to wave the white flag any time soon. Not even Enzo with his green fingers.

That unfortunate day, he simply snuck on you and screamed in your ear, surprising you. You tried then failed to scream because the Mandrake leaf made its way down your throat again. Time must have slowed down because you certainly had enough time to think, choking again, how original! before the coughing began.

Enzo was quick to wrap his arms around you, putting pressure just below your ribcage to help dislodge the leaf. It took a few attempts and you were sure you were halfway to the afterlife because all you could think about was how lovely Enzo smelled and how nice it was to be in his arms again.

Reality came crashing down when you could breathe again. Another murderous leaf shined innocently on the floor, coated with your saliva. If you were foolish enough to believe in fate, you would think it was screaming at you to stop. But no, you were only foolish enough to be stubborn. You would become an Animagus or d*e trying, a phrase that seemed a lot more literal than you liked. As for Enzo, well, you already had enough problems to deal with without him.

You thought your luck had finally turned around when you managed to keep the Mandrake leaf from murdering you and it was safely in your mouth for a month. Sure, you had to keep to yourself and limit your interactions, but it was worth it. You were going to be an Animagus!

You fantasized a bird soaring freely in the sky or even a horse galloping freely. Your excitement and fantasies kept you going through the rest of the steps. Your bones buzzed with excitement when you chanted the words, “Amato Animo Animato Animagus!” And downed the blood-red potion.

Then your bones were literally buzzing accompanied by flaming agony as your insides danced wildly to the beat of two hearts. The world fell around you, but you managed to land on your feet. There were no wings to take you to the stars nor strong muscles and hooves to take you great distances. Instead you found yourself licking a spot on your shoulder.

In your mind, you saw yourself as a black cat. Of course, you thought, the witch transforms into a black cat. You had to laugh at the cliche! And when you found you could not transform back into a human? You just laughed harder because luck was a bully laughing at you. Now that you let go of your sanity as you walked around Hogwarts on four legs, you were finally in on the joke.

Two lies

Today was Enzo’s lucky day because he befriended a cat! Never mind that she hissed at him and nearly took his eye out when he first saw her. He won her over with pets and a promise to feed her as much food as her little heart desired. Two chicken legs later, his new friend purred as he carried the feline back to his dorm.

“Look who I met today!” He beamed as he stepped through the door and held his arms out, raising the black cat who squirmed in response. Mattheo grinned, moving closer to pet her. He quickly moved his hand away when he nearly had it bitten.

“Feisty,” he remarked, “just like how you like your girls.”

“Speaking of your girls,” Theo said, looking warily at the cat, “Daphne said y/n hasn’t come to the dorms yet. It may be nothing, maybe she decided to spend the night with someone, but she asked us to keep an eye out for her.”

Enzo lifted his chin, “first of all, y/n and I broke up a few years ago. She’s not my girl, she could spend the night with whomever she wants. I’m not jealous at all.” He sucked in a breath as when he felt a sting on his arm, the cat had scratched his arm.

He frowned at her and clutched his heart in mock betrayal, “I thought we were friends!”

“I’ve seen the way you look at y/n,” Theo said, returning to the topic. “You still like her.”

“Like to annoy her, sure,” Enzo shrugged.

Theo narrowed his eyes, “why don’t you just tell her the truth? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Have you met Enzo?” Mattheo chimed in.

Enzo glared at him and answered Theo. “Even if I still liked her, we tried and failed before, okay? I’d rather let her dye me green from head to toe if it meant I’d still see her and interact with her without ruining things further.”

“But don’t you still want to fuck her?” Mattheo asked.

Enzo scoffed, “of course I want to fuck her, I—”. He never got to finish his sentence as the black cat scratched him again. Maybe it wasn’t his lucky day after all, he thought. But when he gazed into the cat’s big round eyes, he changed his mind. He’d keep this adorable little creature, scratches and all.

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You purred comfortably on Enzo’s chest as you listened to his heartbeat. It was just like old times, snuggling with him, except you were much less hairy and your nails weren’t nearly as sharp.

His words played through your mind as warm feelings settled in your chest. You were young and in love once and it seems the only thing that changed was your age. Your heart still had a “reserved” sign with Enzo’s name on it no matter how much you tried to change the letters by seeing other people. In the end, they were all just clowns and amateurs.

You tried to think about how much you hated Enzo instead. His stupid smile, his messy hair, and annoying personality. Perhaps if you thought about it enough, it would all come true.

You drifted off as old memories with Enzo came to you of hands held, inside jokes, and late night chats. You relaxed into your body for the first time since your transformation and it was enough to undo the spell.

One night

Enzo woke up when he felt something heavy on his chest as his bed creaked with the extra weight.

You woke up screaming, staring into Enzo’s wide eyes.

Mattheo shot out of bed, wand at the ready. At the same time, Theo covered his ears with his pillow and said, “Enzo, I told you to at least use a silencing charm when you bring a girl over!”

“I don’t think that’s the problem,” Mattheo replied, which got Theo to look at Enzo’s bed.

All four of you exchanged confused glances before Theo got out of bed and grabbed Mattheo. “We’ll be at the Common Room,” he said as he shut the door.

You rolled off Enzo and started to get up when he instinctively reached a hand to your shoulder. It was surprisingly sweet and the shock glued you in place.

“Is this a prank or your secret way of spying on me?” Enzo accused, trying to rub the fog of sleep off his mind.

“Oh you think too much of yourself if you thought I’d go through all this effort to spy on you,” you scoffed.

He tsked, ignoring your words. “Animagus, huh? Seems like a lot of effort to spy on me, you could have just said you still loved me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Told you I wasn’t spying. Besides, look who’s talking? Oh yeah, someone who would rather go green from head to toe just to interact with me.” You shot back.

“You know that wasn’t meant for your ears,” he deadpanned.

“And what if I still loved you?” You challenged.

You stared at each other, your breathing the only sound in the room. Enzo wanted to push you away and hold you tightly in his arms at the same time.

Perhaps you still had a lot of things to discuss but he had waited too long to do this. You could always talk later so instead he kissed you. As you kissed him back and your bodies melted together, this time, you were sure that luck was on your side.

It’s funny how life can change in 3, 2, 1. Three words, two lips, and one kiss.

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A/N: This was so fun to write because I have a black cat irl, with whom I'm obsessed with 🖤

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dutiful-wildcraft · 6 days ago

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Life's Sweet Bells

A COD Farm Sim AU with omegaverse splashed in!

Poly 141 x F!OC. Previous. Villagers

Pt. 2: Paloma Meets Price

Johnny and Kyle lied to him.

Horrid little pack mates, he should have known something was up when the pair were unusually quiet during their weekly friday night at the inn.

John knew their newcomer had just arrived a few days prior, not that he had a lot of hope for the poor sod. People have come and gone to town before. Young bucks who thought they could hack it with the sweat off their backs. Most came because of the allure of the peaceful countryside, but quickly left when they realized luxury was a limited resource.

John had sat at the bar, whiskey in hand, something deep in his soul easing at seeing the townsfolk all inside, laughing and happy. They were a pseudo-pack of sorts, not everyone bonded, not like him and his boys, but he remained protective of them all the same. It was sheer fortune that he'd built the pack that he had, beautiful, strong and resourceful as they were. It was an absolute dream to have them all together, safe in their little village. He wasn't particularly keen on adding another, though he supposed it was inevitable.

The town's economy had been struggling since the earthquake cut down on business. Perhaps a new face wouldn't hurt…

Johnny and Kyle’s laughter pulled his attention, the pair playing some sort of roleplaying game at a nearby table, the party bantering after defeating a band of monsters.

“The goblin floats lazily down the river, slowly…like, comically slow, and you know it won't be long before the rest of his hoard realizes he's missing.” Alex narrates, looking amused, (and just a little tired) after overseeing yet another harrowing adventure, all while the boys giggle and high five.

“I LOOK AROUND” Soap blurts, bypassing any structure of the game.

“You don't wanna take a short rest first?” Alex retorts sharply.

“I did not lose any health” Farah cuts in, arms crossed, pointedly looking at Soap.

“Rest mate, you've only got 1 health point left.” Gaz adds.

“Ach fine, I rest. Then, I look around.” Soap laments.

Alex smirks, “We're resting so you can start fresh next week, but before we go” he leans in, mischief in his eyes. “You see a stranger, you know anything about strangers, Mactavish? Garrick?” He looks between them suspiciously.

And this is what really gets John's attention, makes him turn away from the bar inconspicuously. Even Farah turns, schmoozing in close to Alex to fix the pair of men with an additional suspicious gaze, eyes narrowed.

The alphas share a look, a silent conversation happening between the long time friends before they're both shrugging in unison.

Both Alex and Farah throw up their hands.

“Come off it boys, we know you've talked to the newbie.” Laswell calls from behind the bar, her wife Madeline grinning over her shoulder.

John feels just a bit sour. They didn't tell him, they'd met the newcomer.

The pair hem and haw.

“They seem alright” Gaz says, noncommittal.

Soap nods, “Real busy, they've got their hands full out there, for sure.”

“That's a whole lotta nothing.” comes a gruff voice, Ghost perched near the fireplace.

John finally cuts in, his own god damned curiosity too much to bear. He feels a bit like a teenager, wants to know every detail, what they're like, what was their name, what did they look like, designation, etc. He reels it back instead.

“Are they going to stick around is what I want to know.” he grouses, taking another swig. If he were watching a little more closely, he would have seen the playful glint in both of his alpha's eyes.

“Can't be sure.” Gaz replies, hiding a smile behind his drink.

“Maybe you should give ‘em a chat, Cap, see for yerself” Soap chimes in. “Not sure you two will jive though” he adds, staring absently into his mug.

John wasn’t a tough man to get along with, just selective.

He huffs through his nose, finishes off his drink. It would have to wait. He'd already promised to help Nik with a few “projects” in the capital. Maybe the newcomer would be gone by the time he came back, that'd be one less problem to worry about.

He’d arrived back late monday evening, leaving Nik to unload his stock while he settled into a desk in the museum reception area, working through his portion of the collections paperwork and local donations. Desk work was never his favorite, but the peace and quiet of the old place, accompanied by the soft patter of rain against the large pane windows would be plenty to lull his weary mind to rest when the time came. He looked forward to crawling into one of his pack’s beds after a long weekend away.

He’d settled in nicely, cigar in hand and hot evening tea, when the heavy wooden doors of the museum open, wind gently rustling the pages on his desk. He doesn’t look up right away, it’s probably Simon, coming by to check in.

What he was not expecting however, was the soft round thing that tiptoes inside. Wet squeaky boots on marble as she blinks at him. She's a mess, dirt smeared on her sweet round cheeks and worn denim overalls, the soaked fabric hugging her soft tummy and wide hips, silvery hair tied back in messy twin braids dripping onto the floor.

He stares.

She stares.

She’s the first to recover, flashing him a sheepish smile, eyes bright behind big round glasses. His heart stutters just a bit.

This was the newcomer?

“Hello! I’m sorry, I must have missed you earlier.” she chimes, seemingly unphased by her own disheveled appearance as she slips closer, slinging a heavy backpack from her shoulders with a soft grunt, the pickaxe at her back clanging noisily to the floor with the action.

Who gave her a bloody pickaxe??

She slings out a hand and introduces herself, wrenching it back quickly to smear the remnant dirt from her hands onto her overalls before extending it again with an apologetic smile.

It’s not often that John Price is dumbfounded, but it was certainly not every day that a big soft girl walks into his museum, especially not one like this. He didn't even realize he’d stood up, snuffling at the air like an old hound, trying to get just a whiff of the pretty thing. She’s an omega, he can feel it in his bones, something just on the edge of his biological periphery that makes his teeth ache. Her scent is nearly nonexistent under the earth and rain, but it’s there, sugary sweet like blueberry pancakes. Something ugly preens in the back of his mind.

Ah yes, this one is staying.

“Are you alright, Captain?”

He’s swift, snapping out of his thoughts to clamp his hand in hers. She’s cold to the touch, hands damp and freezing. Unacceptable.

“Are you alright sweetheart? What have you been doing?” He rounds the desk, keeping her hand aloft, thumb rubbing at her skin in a weak attempt to warm her up as he looks her over.

She had better not be doing what he thinks she was doing.

“Oh I’m peachy! Just doing a bit of mining, time just got away from me is all.” she laughs, nerves apparent in her soft english lilt.

She was.

He bites back an exasperated huff, brows furrowed in displeasure as he scans her from head to toe. She goes still, nervous, like a pup as he comes closer. She’s filthy, but doesn’t appear to be injured, just…clumsy, the ass of her overalls covered in mud from where she’d apparently fallen, several times, but otherwise okay. His brain slows down just a little.

“You were in the mines?” he asks incredulously, her hand slipping from his as she jumps back to life. “And who’d you learn ‘Captain’ from?”

“Yes!” she chirps, she’s beyond excited, dropping to her knees to root through her backpack, the sound of stones and tin clanking around in its confines. ”Soap and Gaz told me all about you, said you were always pretty busy, but I’d catch you eventually.” She pauses her rummaging, whipping back around to point at him ”They speak very highly of you by the way.” she tells him, as if the words were an important message she was tasked to bring to him.

Of course. Conniving little shits, both of them. Trying to sell him false goods. He would have both of their heads later for hogging this pretty girl all to themselves. Telling lies. Though part of him was proud, they knew him all too well, at least well enough to know he had a big soft spot for pretty birds.

All he can do is hum, watching her with no small amount of confusion as she continues to root. It appears she’s never met a stranger, bulldozing over any social formalities unwittingly.

“I’ve read mining used to be a big deal here, a great source of revenue.” she rambles giddily, “I didn’t think I would have much luck but look!” She yanks out an armful of dirt covered items, and bless her, Price doesn’t have the heart to tell her most of it is shit. Common coal and some exceptionally glittery rocks, but more importantly something else catches his eye, green and chitinous.

“Is that a bloody bug?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah! Alex told me you all were looking to make some new collections, and I noticed you didn’t have much in the way of entomology. I thought it’d be a fun thing to start!”

Fun.

Price has spent years of his life, smashing these flying demons deep in the mines, and here she was catching them. As odd as she is, the pure passion in her eyes is incredibly endearing. It was already a miracle that the goofy thing had climbed down there on her own, come out with a bag full of rocks and a bug, all without being crushed, stung or bitten.

He’d known the girl for a whole 10 minutes and already had his hands full.

He would need to have a serious talk with her about going down there again, but in the meantime he had no intention of crushing her spirit. She reminds him of Soap, brilliant and bright as a star, and it brings a fond smile to his lips.

“Quite industrious aren’t you Miss Hadley? Looks like you’ve found quite a bit, I’ll take a better look at these in the morning” he explains, carefully placing her prizes in a bin for later, “I’ll have your payment for the donations sent later in the day. For now, It’s far too late for pretty girls to be out this late, you're soaked to the bone.”

She blinks a bit, as if it just occurred to her, “Oh yes, didn’t think it would rain quite this hard all day.” she laughs a bit awkwardly, recollecting her soggy backpack. “I didn’t mean to disturb your evening.” she grabs her pickaxe (the one he was half tempted to hide and hope she forgot) before angling herself toward the door.

John has to actively bite back the harsh no bubbling up his throat at her escape attempt.

He’s never felt like such a muppet in his life. He needs to feed her, warm her up, but he has nothing here, just some granola bars and breakfast tea, no blanket, she was already shivering.

He could bully her into his home if he really wanted to, it’s just down the road...strip her down and dry her off.

She’s halfway to the door when he breaks out of his thoughts, damn near sputtering like a drowning man. “Wait.”

And much to his pleasure she stops on a dime, yielding easily to his voice. “Not going out there by yourself, absolutely not.” he huffs, stomping over to her, snagging his jacket from the rack beside the door and slinging it over her shoulders. He was being too much, he knows, opening the door for her and covering her with his umbrella as he ushers her to her home, taking the brunt of the rain just to keep her covered. He couldn’t help it, it was instinct, need.

“This is very kind of you” Paloma tells him, voice grown timid, but she stops short, cold little hands giving his forearm a tug, “but we can at least share.” She presses in close, the pair now walking shoulder to shoulder in the cool summer rain. He has to clear his throat to stop the rumbling purr deep in his chest.

“Too sweet for your own good” he murmurs, biting back a grin when she doesn’t hear him the first time. He changes tactics smoothly.

“I said, what on earth were you doing down there?”

“Oh, just trying to give everything a go. I won’t know I like something until I give it a try right? Plus everyone here seems to need a hand, I’m just happy to help.” she smiles up at him. And John really thinks this sweet girl may stick around, not because he wants her too, but because she wants too, with a heart too big to fail. He decides he’ll help her with anything if she just asks. Hell, even if she doesn’t.

They chat idly the rest of the way, boots squelching on the muddy dirt path. He learns she’s quite the reader , and crafter, and a myriad of other things, having shoved her fingers into every pie she’s come across. He tells her about his past as a foreman, his stint in the military, his work with the museum since the earthquake, and it tickles him with how intently she listens, nodding along to his every word.

Before he knows they’ve arrived, the soft glow of her porch lantern guiding them in, and part of him wishes she lived just a little farther away, if only to steal some extra time.

He guides her up the steps, his hand in hers, standing dutifully as she fishes out her key and steps inside. Safe.

He’s only a little flustered when she shrugs off his jacket and swings it back over his shoulders, his height causing her to fumble a little. Shrouding him in petrichor and blueberry sugar.

“Right,” he coughs “You get warmed up, and lock this behind you, didn’t walk you home for something else to get you.” He taps at her door seriously.

“Yes sir.” she chimes, and his stomach swoops. Fingers itching to dig into warm soft skin, he was being tested, he was certain of it.

“John, lovie, call me John.”

“Okay John, be safe” she smiles, waving goodbye with a shy wiggle of her fingers. He has to make himself turn away, waits to hear the click of her lock before trotting down her steps.

John purrs the whole way home.

#I will never waste an op to make price look like an utter goob #yes they're playing dnd its a friday night ritual now #john price #captain john price #price x oc #call of duty #farm sim au #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #poly 141 #wildcraft writing #oc: paloma hadley #cod ocs

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kix-mm · 1 year ago

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A once cruel god. G/t short story 1/??

Pt2

"Hey, where are you going? Don't leave! I was joking!" The god yelled as they watched the tiny human try to drag themselves in the opposite direction as fast as they could. Damn it, why did he have to do that?! Why did he have to ruin the moment?!

They quickly grabbed ahold of the human, trying to be ever so gentle and not harm them like they had done so carelessly before. They felt the human flinch and struggle, and their tears streamed down their cheeks endlessly while they repeat the same sentences over and over again.

"Please let me go, I've earned my freedom, I don't want to go back! Please, please, please!" They begged between sobs. It made the young God feel so uneasy now that he could understand the human language... this is what they had been saying all this time? He remembers laughing when hearing these silly little words, unaware of their meaning, and how cruel he used to play with the humans... this particular one somehow managed to survive. Despite the young gods' favoritism, he had made this little human life torture from a young age... the young God had fallen for this particular human, but it didn't mean that they had it any easier, they watched their own kind get crushed, tipped apart, eaten, and given false hope and promises... and on top of all that they had to pretend to be head over heals for the giant in order for their life to be safe, despite all the torture they endured...

The human was a frail figure, misting a lower arm and both their legs. These were the young gods' doings. There was no mistaking it...

"My flower..." the God spoke in a sad, soft voice, they watched the humans face drain of any color and their body begin so tremble uncontrollably, hearing that name again... that alone was enough to make the human have a panic attack. "No, no! No! Nonononono, you promised it was over! You promised I could go!" That was right. The young god didn't usually grace their "toys" with freedom when he got bored playing with them, but this human got a right to leave for exactly this reason... so that he could find them all these years later... and understand them... he had done so with several other humans, and all yielded the same results... horror, shock, begging, and even ending their own lives and those of their families in order to not have ANGYONE go through what they did...

"My flower.." he repeated again carefully. They wish they had bothered to learn the humans name before, and despite all that had happened he hated to admit how hid heart fluttered seeing this human again, even after all this torture, they were still so beautiful... the humans attempts to ruin their face had been for nothing, large gashes all over made them almost unrecognizable, yet they immediately began sobbing louder when they saw that distinctive pink hue on the gods cheeks. "I'm not your fucking flower!! I'm not! I'm not!!"

The harsh words made the God flinch. "Wait - wait, no- I, w-what do I call you? What is your name? I won't call you that ever again, please don't cry." they beg, that right, a God, begging a former human toy for something more comfortable to call them... that was almost impossible, only in a humans wildest dreams would they be treated like such...

The human went silent, expecting this to be some cruel trick for speaking so unfaithfully to an all mighty God... meanwhile, the young god sat in anticipation to hear anything that could resemble a name. Nothing, hours of silence went by without either saying anything at all, judt heavy breathing as a result of the humans panic attack.

The God eventually got tired of waiting and asked calmly again, "What is your name..?" To which the human flinched once more, was this a trick question? "F-flower, my lord..." they said with their head down. "No, I'm asking what your real name is, not the one I gave you..." the human kept their eyes glued to the palm of the gods hand. "I... I don't know my lord..." they lied, not wanting the God to tarnish their name by hearing them speak it. The young God frowned and tried to catch a glimpse of the humans eyes.

"You don't..? Do you even have a name?" The human never replied. "W-would you like a name?" He asks "I promise it'll be a nice one, then you won't be nameless anymore " they say with a hopeful smile.

The human feels sick to their stomach but nods slowly. "It would be an honor..." No, it wouldn't... it's a curse in disguise. If the human used the name the God gave him , then God would be able to locate him wherever he went... "What about Amber..? Do you like that name?". "It's a wonderful name, my lord..." they spoke while gritting their teeth. They once had a name before they were reduced to a mere spoiled brats favorite toy. Now it feels like it's happening all over again, but the god is pretending to have sympathy... but the human knew what kind of a monster this god could be...

"Do you still remember my name?" The god asks softly. How could the human forget? They literally carved their name into the humans' skin. "V-Vic-" they got sick before they could properly pronounce his name, a sure-fire way to get yourself into a heap of trouble, "Amber" stared at the sick on the gods hand and quickly attempted to clean it with what little clothing thry had on thier body "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so ashamed, please forgive me-" they were cut off by them being carefully lifted into their other hand the god looked concerned, "Are you okay? Don't be scared, it's alright. " they spoke in the most sincere voice, which only worried the human more. What would they be punished with?? What was he going to do with them??

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The Field Mouse

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2024 - Day 24 - Alternate Prompt: Vermin

Rated: G | Words: 796 A/N: I imagine this story taking place early-mid season 1 ;-;

Hunter’s senses follow Omega as she wanders around the meadow a little distance away, humming and murmuring to herself. He and his brothers work to unpack the cargo hold and organize it, a task they’d been putting off since before the war ended. But now, with credits hard to come by, unless being undercut by a sleazy Transdoshan, it seemed high time to try and sell off anything they didn’t absolutely need.

They had come across Crosshair’s crate of armor. Hunter isn’t even sure which of them managed to get it off Kamino; however, they wordlessly set it aside in the “keep” of the clearing.

Originally, Omega had tried to help, trailing after each of them with endless questions about what she could do and where she should be. Under the circumstances, she became more of a tripping hazard than helpful. So Hunter gave her the crucial task of scouting the perimeter of their camp (which he had already thoroughly done when they arrived while she was occupied with Tech’s discourse about the planet’s atmosphere).

And as Hunter hoped, Omega’s scouting has now evolved into aimless exploration. She is safe and she is happy, which is all he truly wants for her.

Then Omega cries out, a sharp, panicked thing that drives Hunter’s blood cold.

“Omega!” he calls out, dropping the crate of parts from his arms and running in the direction he knows she is. He hears his brothers behind him, keeping pace but letting him lead.

It doesn’t take more than a minute to find her. She’s kneeling in the tall grass, little hiccuping sobs emitting from her shaking form.

“Omega?” Hunter asks, kneeling beside her. “What happened? Where are you hurt?”

Omega looks up at him, face tearstained and lower lip trembling. “I’m not hurt,” she tells him, her voice so grief stricken it breaks his heart. “The baby mouse is!”

That catches him off guard. “A baby mouse?” he asks.

Omega points to the ground in front of her, and a small, round eared creature lies there on its side, tiny chest panting rapidly.

“An animal came out and tried to catch him. I chased it away, but I think it still hurt the mouse,” Omega wails, balled fists coming up to scrub at her face. “Is he going to die?”

“Uh,” Hunter says dumbly. He can’t lie. Well…no! He can’t lie. “Yeah, kid, it's not gonna make it.”

Omega cries harder, voice warbling out, “He’s my f-friend! He was try-trying to find some seeds on the ends of the grass, and I gave him-him some and then he started following me–” A sharp intake of choked breath. “--and I didn’t protect him from that terrible thing that tried to eat–to eat him!”

Hunter looks up at his brothers, silently pleading for one of them to step in. They avert their gazes from his. Cowards.

“You did your very best, Omega,” Hunter says, reaching out and putting a hand on her back in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “But things still happen. It’s not your fault.”

“He trusted me!”

“He saw you as a source of food,” Tech says.

Hunter sighs. Maybe he doesn’t want his brothers’ help after all.

“Isn’t there anything we can do for him?” Omega pleads, now lifting her eyes to all-knowing Tech specifically.

The engineer sputters out, “Well, there is, uh, not anything to do. It appears the creature will succumb to its injuries in short order.”

“If the little guy’s dying,” Wrecker says, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously, “Least he’s got his friend with ‘im so he’s not alone. Sounds like you were a good friend to the little guy.”

Omega nods and sniffs noisily, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

Hunter catches Echo making a face, but the man doesn’t say anything.

The little rodent only lasts another minute before going still. Omega sniffles, her breathing shuddering in quiet little sobs. Hunter is about to suggest they head back to the ship when Omega asks in a tiny voice, “Can we bury him?”

It isn’t how Hunter expected their quiet afternoon organizing their ship would go, standing next to the miniscule grave of a field mouse, his brothers beside him while Omega puts a bouquet of wildflowers on the mound of dirt.

“Did he have a name?” Wrecker thinks to ask.

“I hadn’t decided yet,” Omega admits.

“I think Whiskers woulda been cute,” Wrecker says.

Omega offers him a wobbly smile. “I like that.”

“Whiskers it is then,” Echo says.

A few weeks ago, Hunter would never have dreamed of taking care of a child. This morning he would never have dreamed of having a funeral for a rodent named Whiskers.

But life is full of strange surprises.

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indigo-o · 1 year ago

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The Pet clown

Pt 2

I think we know who it's abt lmao

Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC

And some fyodor

Reader is a teenager

Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah

Angst/fluff

I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.

This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.

Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.

Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.

Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.

My body's purple now.

I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.

"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".

I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.

"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".

He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.

Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.

As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.

"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".

He picked me up as if I were a little kid.

"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.

"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".

I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.

We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.

He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.

"Wait w-warm.".

He looked down at me.

"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.

I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.

"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.

I nodded my head.

"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.

He wasn't ever like this

Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.

He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".

He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".

He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.

"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".

What ever he said I guess.

I changed and so did he and he look pretty different

He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.

He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.

"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.

"You want flowers we will get flowers.".

We went to florist.

"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.

"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked

While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.

"R-rose and Lillys.".

"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".

The rest of day was amazing

I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.

Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.

He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.

"Good night dove.".

I woke up

Back in the room

The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.

I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.

"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".

He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.

"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".

He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.

"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.

That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡

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jmvore · 1 year ago

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wild thought(s) • 1 | pjm

‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 8.5k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › Jimin thought his dance rehearsal would run over but when he came home. You weren't there. » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader,non-con voyeurism (but the reader makes sure Jimin is okay with it), loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, uh Neighbor!Namjoon jacks off to you and Jimin, p in the v s*x, teasing, pretty boys with toys, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, cowgirl positions, there are a lot of petnames for Jimin (Petal, Prince, Baby, Sweetheart, etc), it's implied Namjoon has a crush on Jimin, & riding Jimin with a purpose. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 10/26/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)!For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

There’s one thing Jimin hates about this world and that’s the world of dating. Heartbreak. Betrayal. Lies. Wistfulness. There are plenty of emotions Jimin has felt throughout his years of trying and wanting to be loved. It’s something he’s yearned to experience since he was old enough to be able to know what love is.

Most dating apps proved to be a bust and most of the people he met in his everyday life didn’t fit his vibe. Yoongi even told him he’s going to have to use specific apps that cater to his specific needs but Jimin disagreed.

At least, he used to. Now? He’s not too sure.

He remembers all the things Yoongi has taught him about understanding his own wants and desires. He had to learn that not a lot of people are into the same kinks as he is. And Jimin had to come to that realization after a handful of disastrous dates and relationships. However, he also thinks Yoongi is tired of listening to him cry about it (he won’t say it though).

There was a relationship he had with an older man that he thought was going well! Their personalities fit well with one another, they loved the same things and even got along as if they knew each other for a long time. The only downside is when it came to having sex. He was almost always disinterested in the things that Jimin liked and when Jimin would suggest trying something different, he would berate him for it.

Ungrateful. Whiny. Uptight. Clingy. Crybaby.

He remembers all the names he called him and all the times he downplayed his feelings. Jimin never wanted to feel insignificant like that again. Unfortunately for him, he fell back into that pattern with a couple of other ex’s. His last lover (a woman he used to work with) he told her about some of his kinks and desires as they lay in pure bliss of the night. Jimin thought she would be willing and understanding. Willing to try but she fell into the same pattern as the man before. Only this time, she told the whole office about it as others labeled him as weird or an outcast.

Ever since then, he swore off dating.

It hurt to know the person you trusted enough to pour your heart out to was the one to betray you. Jimin knew eventually he was going to want to find love and settle down but for now, he’s content.

He ended up creating a blog. A safe place to be himself and express his needs and wants to the world anonymously. In the beginning, it was simple fiction stories to get his mind off of the things. His mind wants to cope with the kinks (he realizes), not too many people share. It wasn’t until he met someone who told him about BDSM clubs and so forth. At first, Jimin blew them off. Choked it up to them being a weirdo but then he researched it and that’s when he knew there were people out there like him. Men who love to get dominated. Men who love when women dominate them.

Club Black Whip was the club that ended up becoming his favorite after visiting several ones. Though he only visited when he wanted a dose of inspiration or to feed into his own desires. It took him a minute to participate with others but when he started to let loose, he found the experience a lot more pleasant.

That’s where he met you.

You were the fifth person he had a session with and you were going to be his last. If things didn’t work out the way that it did. You were the dominant he clicked with the most. He often left your sessions feeling satisfied but yearning to see you more. Eventually, he became a regular of yours. You would meet outside of the club whenever either if you didn’t want to go. You were so gentle and empathetic. He found himself being comfortable with having you as his domme. His feelings began to tread the thin line between friends and lovers. You quickly became his safe haven. Someone he could confide in. Someone he knew wouldn’t spill his secrets to the next person listening.

Someone he could see himself being with.

Spiritually, Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally.

When you expressed your desire to want to take care of him, he had the softest heart eyes someone could make a person. His heart soared higher than the clouds. He knew you saw other sub’s on the side but he also knew that he was your favorite. You never saw any of his fantasies as strange and he was thankful to find someone so understanding. You were never judgemental. You wanted him for him and it was everything he ever wanted…

And yet, with Jimin being hurt so many times, he was hesitant to jump into another relationship. He started to panic and in return, he kept you at arm's length because he didn’t want to be disappointed. He didn’t want to break this… illusion he had of you. And well, he didn’t want to disappoint you with the burden of dating someone who has been scorned.

Eventually the talks with others helped Jimin come to the realization that you were nothing like his past lovers. You were (and still are) genuine and honest. Caring. Affectionate. Considerate. He can go on and on but he knows he’s never had a connection with someone like he has with you and that realization led to Jimin asking you out on a date. Jimin remembers the warning Yoongi gave when he told Yoongi he was going to meet you at a nearby Dutch Bros to finally talk things over. Granted. Yes. He doesn’t know you outside of the club but (aside from the texting and phone calls) but Jimin was determined to get to know you.

He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers a second time.

That day vividly etched in his memory…

There was some texting back and forth before you told him your ride was pulling into the parking lot. Jimin's nerves didn't do him justice either. He was already anxious the moment he got your text. A sudden rush of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his heart began to drum. The wildest thing to note is that he’s seen you in all types of lingerie, leather and suits but the fact that he’ll be able to see you in your casual wear makes him nibble on his bottom lip.

It feels more intimate. More… exclusive.

He pulls out his phone and smiles at the fluctuation of text between Yoongi and Jungkook in their group chat. Many of them were asking if he was okay and if he had spoken to you yet. The latter asking Jimin to at least let him know he’s still alive. It gets a giggle out of him as he texts them back. Yoongi and Jungkook always told him they felt his blog was a safer option (not by much because there was still a risk of weirdo’s) but he digresses.

“Jimin?” He raises his head at the sound of your voice. “Hey!”

“H-Hi. Hey.” He’s quick to stand but in the process, he accidentally knees the table. He hisses with you immediately flock to his side to make sure he’s okay.

“You have to be careful, love.” You grab a hold of his calf to lay his leg on top of yours to massage. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I’m okay.” Jimin tries to hide his smile at the way you’re taking care of him. It feels good to be taken care of like this even if it’s something minor. He can’t help the smile that spreads.”I’m sorry for making y-” Jimin gasps when you place a finger to his lips.

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay, honey.” You run your fingers up his calf as he shivers to the touch. Jimin swore it was like gazing into the sun. Blinded by how pretty your smile is. And when you spoke, your voice was a different story. Usually, he’s listening to you bark orders over the music within the club. Your speaking voice sounds so different. So smooth. Velvety. He felt like he was melting into a puddle just listening to you talk about nothing and everything. And when your brunch date was over he asked to see you again.

It’s been a little over two years since that day and Jimin still feels as if he’s on cloud nine. Quite frankly, since you've been together, the both of you stopped visiting the club and he forgot about his diary. He didn’t have a need for it anymore now that you were here and it seemed like your relationship was going to last. You were understanding of his needs. You were willing to do any and everything to make him happy. You are his everything but he knew he was going to have to sit you down and have a serious talk with you about everything once you officially started dating.

That happened six months into your relationship when you were both comfortable discussing certain topics without him growing anxious.

He sat you down with a soft huff as he typed in his url to reveal his well kept secret. He let you scroll on your own as his nerves ran into overdrive. His leg bounced and he nibbled into his bottom lip when he saw the frown on your face. When you asked him what this was, he bashfully told you it was things he’s always wanted to try with his significant other. Unfortunately, in the past, they would turn him down and make fun of him as if his needs didn’t matter. Your glare told him everything he needed to know. He didn’t mean to start crying but when you began to console him, everything came crashing down over him.

He didn't realize how much it affected him until now.

“Oh baby,” You spun the chair until you were facing him to grab him by his hand and pull into your lap. You told him it would never be that way with you and that if he ever wanted to try something, he needed to let you know. You’ll be more than happy to indulge in whatever fantasy he wants as long as it’s talked about.

You wanted him to let loose. Be adventurous.

From then on, you urged him to do the things he wanted to do and as time passed, you kept discovering new things he wanted to try. He’s also been more vocal about it as well.

There was one time when you let him sit on your lap while you took a public train to get to Yoongi’s house. He wanted cuddles but didn’t want to wait (in which you didn’t mind). When people would stare, you would glare as if to tell them to mind their business. You didn’t care. You weren’t hurting anyone. As long as he was happy, you were ecstatic.

Another time was when he asked if you could pick him up and carry him around your shared bedroom. He felt light as a feather, his body vibrating with happiness. His arms were bound loosely around your neck and his legs wrapped tightly around your waist while he was nuzzling his face into your neck. It made him feel adored. Loved. Wanted. Something Jimin hasn’t felt romantically in a long time.

Right now, he remains seated on the couch as he’s watching some show on television (that’s not really important to him). He’s waiting for you to return, noting it’s after six. You needed some things for your dinner you were going to have with some of your friends tomorrow. It was your annual game night and well, it was your turn to host. He hasn’t seen or talked to you since this morning, aside from face timing you during his lunch period. All he wants to do is cuddle and give you all his love and vice versa. Jimin told you he was going to be late because his dance class ran over longer than he anticipated so you decided to go to the store. In the end, it didn’t run over by much and Jimin ended up beating you home. He wonders if you’re on your way home. Hopefully you won’t be too long. He’s so bored. He doesn’t know what to do with himself right now.

06:12pm | Petal🥰 : I’m home! Let me know if you need help. SENT

A couple minutes later, your ringtone blares. He doesn’t even remember turning it up but he’s quick to answer it.

“Honey!”

“Hey sugar. I’m outside.” He hears you grunt, knowing you might need his help. “Can you come help bring the groceries in?”

“I’ll be right out.” He’s quick to press end, his excitement to see you through the roof. He slips on his sweats and grabs his house shoes off the rack to meet you outside by your car. He can see the frustration in your eyes when a bag twists your finger a certain way.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t expecting it to twist like that,” You chuckle. He grabs a couple of bags to take inside as he watches you leave to drop off the ones you have in the kitchen.

“How much did you get?”

“Not that much. I think.” You look down at the rest of the plastic bags in your trunk before looking back at him with a soft smile. “I made sure to get stuff to make your favorite.”

“Really?”

“Of course, my Pretty Petal.” You grin before pinching his cheeks. His nose scrunches as he wiggles out of your grip to try his best to grab a couple of more bags without hurting his hand. He loves that you’re always thinking of him even when it’s something as small as this. “There's not much left.”

“Okay.” He runs back into the house to drop off his bags, coming back out with quickness. He goes to grab more bags but before he can, you stop him.

“Sugar, What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You’re quick to push him against the car door and lean in for a kiss. It’s nothing but a quick peck, but you notice he instantly melts against your touch. He blushes when he realizes but you’re quick to stop him from becoming shy. “N-Nothing, My Love.”

“Nu-Uh. Look at me,” You whisper while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. He instantly takes it into his mouth and sucks on it. Hard.

“I-It’s nothing. I just missed you,” He mumbles as you beam with pride at how soft your baby is.

“Well… Let’s finish so I can show you how much I missed you,” You hum, moving to let him head toward the house. Before he can get too far, you smack him on the ass to give him a little boost. He lets off a tiny moan, hurrying to take the groceries into the house.

When he comes back out, he glances around before asking, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, I have a couple more things if you wanna start putting everything else away. I’ll be right behind you.”

Jimin nods, running back into the house to finish his tasks. Although, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off and grab the rest of the bags and head inside to see he’s halfway done.

“Is everything there?” You questioned, setting the rest of the bags down on the counter. “I should be able to make enough to last the night.”

“For the Yubuchobap and Fried Chicken?”

“Mhm.” You smile, watching as he reaches to put the cans in the cupboard. You move to stand behind him as you lift his oversized shirt to run your fingers down his spine before reaching his ass. He shivers at the feeling, loving how your lips feel against the back of his neck. “That's what you wanted me to make, right little dove?”

He nods, whining softly and pushing himself back into you to try and get you to touch him more. When you give his ass a light smack, he immediately stops.

“Please…”

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” You chuckle into his ear, giving his ear lobe a soft nip before letting your hands roam lower. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already melting.”

“Because your touch feels too good.”

You hum, “I bet it does, Prince. And where do you want my touch?”

“All over me.” Jimin bucks his hips as you run your hand over the bulge in his sweats.

“Are you sure?” You tease while stroking him over his clothes. You can hear his breathing pick up as his oversized shirt falls off his shoulder. “Show me.”

He brings your left hand to his throat while placing the right at the hem of his sweats. When you pull them down, you reveal the secret of his cute purple lace boy shorts he decided to wear. His ass looks phenomenal and you can’t help but give him another smack on the cheek. This time, you knead the skin so he doesn’t bruise too much.

“Awww,” You coo, listening to how hot he sounds when he moans your name. “Don’t you look lovely.”

“I wore them for you.” He gasps once you start to palm at his cock through the underwear, the friction itself is enough to make him weak at the knees. “I-I wanted to look pretty.”

“And you look gorgeous, Petal.” His head falls back against your chest as you continue to feel him up. He ruts into your hand and bites his bottom lip the moment you squeeze it.

“Mommy… P-Please…”

“Please what?” You smirk, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You dip your hand in the front of his panties and stroke him, feeling the pre-cum oozing onto your hand. You can feel just how hard he is just from your touch. Listening to him whine and plead makes you wetter at the fact that he’s this way because of you.

“I want you,” He murmurs, “Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Or we can do it here.” Your eyebrows quirk while you smirk mischievously. “You wanted to do it with the blinds open, didn’t you? That was one of your fantasies, wasn’t it?”

“I—I… Well, yeah but what if he sees?” You follow his line of sight to see your next door neighbor, Namjoon, is in his kitchen on his laptop. Whoever built your duplex had the bright idea to make the window tall but narrow and unless you have blinds or curtains covering them, anyone can see through inside. Also with your kitchens facing the same direction, all he has to do is look over and he would have a full view of everything.

In which, you know he would love that. You’ve seen the way he looks at Jimin as if he wants to devour him whole. The only reason he hasn’t been invited into your bedroom is because Jimin doesn’t want it. And well, you don’t want to have to fight someone over Jimin.

“And if he does?” You push him forward to lean him over the counter. Jimin wouldn’t admit it but he loves being manhandled by you but the thought of Namjoon seeing the two of you is making him worry. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

Jimin’s cherub cheeks flare once he puffs them out. The red slowly tints over the pink. He’s thinking about it. He knows it’s something the two of you discussed but actually following through with it is a different story.

“Baby? Look at me.” You pause your movements to turn him around to face you. Your hand goes to cup his face while removing your other hand from his underwear. You never want to make him uncomfortable. Ever. And if this isn’t something that he wants to do then you’ll move the party somewhere else. “Petal, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can always stop.”

He gazes over at his neighbor who is immersed in his own world. The man is so absorbed in his laptop work. What are the odds he’d actually look over? Jimin takes the chance to glance over, just for a moment and then looks back at you.

“Okay,” He breathes, his lips crashing into yours. It’s rushed but his lips are soft. The taste of his peach chapstick is ever so present too. “I want to.”

It’s the thrill of getting caught for him. The thrill of knowing Namjoon can look but he definitely can’t touch. The thrill of knowing that he’s your and yours alone. No matter how many times you share your bed with others, it’s always going to be you and him.

“I’m serious.” You pause what you’re doing to get him to look you in your eyes. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. He’s had enough of that in his previous relationships. “We don’t have to, honey.”

“I want to,” He says, kissing your jawline then down to your neck before throwing his arms around your waist. You lean back to not influence his decision as he whines about not being able to kiss you but you bring your thumb up to rub the corner of his lips.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure?” “I’m positive, Mommy.” He grabs your waist and pulls you into his front. Bringing your hand down to his cock to rub it again. “Please touch me…” You chuckle at how needy he is before running your hand up his chest to gently wrap around his neck.

“As you wish, my dear.” You lean forward to kiss his delicate lips one more time before yanking his shirt over his head and yanking his panties down. “I want to see you. All of you.” He whimpers when you slowly lower yourself, nipping at his belly until you’re on your knees in front of him. You glance up to take in his expressions. Eyes hooded, mouth agape and waiting. He loves how you tease. Flicking your fingers over his nipples while kissing and nipping at his muscular thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight of how endowed he is and when you start to stroke him, his head falls back in utter bliss. It always amazes you with how much he’s packing. He’s not even fully hard yet but with the way you’re about to work your mouth around him, it definitely won’t take long.

“Oh fuck.” He releases a sigh as he tries to silence his sounds. He brings his fist to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds of his moaning but you’re quick to pull it away. “Don’t you dare,” You warn him, only to receive a whine in return. “I wanna hear how pretty you sound, Petal.”

Your hand pressed to his hip for leverage as he refrains from putting his hands on your head for leverage of his own. Instead, he squeezes the counter until his knuckles start to turn white because the feel of your mouth is godsend. The way you work your tongue around the tip of his dick has him so close to coming undone but he wants to hold on until he can’t anymore.

“Oh, That f-feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that, Petal?” You ask, voice hoarse for wear but holy shit you sound so fucking sexy and it makes Jimin want to shove his cock even further down your throat. In which, he knows you can take it. You do it every time.

“I do…” He mewls, his voice trembling with the way his stomaching is starting to coil. You’re so good at pleasuring him that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover if the two of you don’t work out. “P-Please..”

“Please what, my love?” You ask with a pop of your lips, opting to continue jacking him off with the added twist of your wrist. He can hear how sloppy it’s getting, the sounds turning him more than it should. He always loves the way you slurp him down. How you work his cock until he cums in and all over you.

As you continue to suck his dick, Jimin takes the chance to look over to see that your neighbor has noticed your activity. Though, he’s trying his best to be oblivious to what’s going on.

“Holy shit…” Jimin gasps, pretty mouth falling open as he moans, “I-nngh-I think he sees us.”

You pull your mouth off him to glance over noticing he’s sitting at the island and eating. His phone is up like he’s doing something on it but you think he’s recording. When you smirk at him, he fumbles with it as it crashes to the ground. You’re pretty sure the screen is cracked.

“Let’s give him a show then. Are you okay with that?” “Yes.” Jimin whimpers when you let go of his cock, helping him sit up on the counter. Pushing his leg up, he hooks it around your waist and he leans up to kiss you, darting his tongue into your mouth. He can faintly taste himself as he grinds into your front.

The rough material of your shirt helps just a little bit. You nip at his bottom lip, pulling it toward you as you push his legs further apart. “Get comfortable,” You whisper in his ear, “I’ll be back.” “W-Where are you going?” His eyes widened as he leaned on his elbows. He goes to close his legs but you pop him in his inner thigh as if to tell him no. He pouts, “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be back, baby. Get comfortable for me, my prince.”

When he calls your name you simply tell him you’re going to get a toy as you saunter off toward the room without a care in the world. Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip and lays back against the cold surface of the isle counter.

He doesn’t want to look over.

He doesn’t want to know if Namjoon’s still getting a full show at your expense but he can’t deny the fact that it’s turning him on more that you have an audience. Granted, he would never let him touch him. Hell, you don’t really like sharing (in which Jimin is more than okay with that) so he has nothing to worry about.

But of course… he’s still curious so he takes the chance to glance out the window to see that Namjoon is gone. Jimin sighs, relieved for a second that he wouldn’t make eye contact with his neighbor. A very hot but weird neighbor.

“H-Honey?” Jimin sits up and calls out to you. You’re taking forever! Where are you? What the hell are you doing? Why were you taking forever?

So many questions that have no answer. He starts to scoot toward the edge but, before he can jump off, he hears your bare footsteps against the tiles. You’re coming back and he realizes he’s moved out of his spot. He clicks his tongue, scooting back and lying down in the position he was in.

“You look so cute, baby.” You nip at your bottom lip, eyeing him up and down because he’s so damn fine.

“Please touch me!” Jimin whines, reaching out for you to come closer. Which you do, but not close enough for his liking. “You didn’t move, did you?” You question, seeing him furiously shake his head. Your purple manicure nails lightly scratched down his stomach before wrapping around his cock to stroke.

“Oh…” Jimin falls back against the counter as you move to stand between his legs. He wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. It feels so good but you’re being too soft right now.

“You wouldn’t lie to me baby, now would you?”

“No!” Jimin’s breaths hitch as he tries to sit up but, you’re quick to push him back down by his chest. ”N-No, I wouldn’t.”

You hum, setting the new tropical fruit-flavored lube you bought earlier next to him on the counter. Your eyes meet and he knows what you want to do. He’s down for it. He wants you to make him cum.

He’s ready.

“You’re so eager, Petal.” You lick your lips, giving his thick thigh a slap before kneading the flesh. The more he lays still there the more he starts to become self-conscious but when you start caressing his body he tenses a little more. He’s gnawing his lip at this point and you’re afraid he’s going to break the skin if he keeps going. You want him to relax and what better way than to sing his praise. He needs to be opened up before he can take the bigger reward. If you decide to give it to him.

“You’re so good for me, Petal.” You bring your index finger to your mouth to lick it before rubbing your index finger against his rim. He clenches before relaxing only slightly and moaning the moment you push inside. You get him to bend his legs so his feet can sit on the edge of the counter. Opening him up wider.

“Aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” He whimpers as he tries to move closer to you. He looks so cute wiggling to try and fuck himself on his fingers until you slap him on his balls to get him to stop moving so much. His eyes roll to the back of his head, biting his lip harder. He’s trying so hard not to come from the bare minimum but you do it so well, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it. “I was good. I didn’t move.”

“I know you didn’t, my pretty petal.”

Jimin moans at the praise, begging for you to continue touching him where he needs it the most.

You lean closer to kiss his inner thighs. He’s trembling under your touch, whining about wanting to cum but you don’t want him to.

Not yet.

You stop and take the moment to pour more lube onto your finger as Jimin gasps at the warm, wet finger pushing past his rim again. He hisses at the light sting but relishes in the way you’re opening him up. Relishing in the attentive attention you’re giving him. Relishing the fact that Namjoon wants what he can’t have. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his labored breathing that he’s so close to losing himself but he wants to be obedient.

He doesn’t want to cum until you tell him to. “M-More…” He pleads, hearing you chuckle at his desperation though you give him what he wants. You press two-lube soaked fingers into him, still making sure he’s comfortable. When he gives you the okay, you begin pumping said fingers in and out of him, hearing his high pitch moans. “Is that enough or do you want more?” You ask, still pumping in and out of him. He can barely get a word out when you begin to slow down and he cries for you not to stop. “More?”

“Y-Yes! Please!”

“More fingers?” You mock him teasingly, hearing him groan as he tries to sit up but you’re quick to press back into his chest. “Or do you want this?”

You wave the silicone toy in his face, seeing him salivate at the sight.

“I want the toy,” He exhales, but you shake your head. “Pretty please can I have it?”

“Well then I would have to open you up some more, baby.” You coo when he wiggles closer. He doesn’t care. He wants you to do what you have to. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Please.”

You remove your fingers to pull him off the counter and turn him around to bend him over it. He hates the feeling of being empty but he knows you’re going to fill him up again soon. He nods when your hand comes down with force. It causes him to jerk forward. At this point, he’s leaking. He wants you to finish opening him up so you can fuck him properly.

He wants to cum so bad.

“Just a little bit more, Petal.” You whisper close to his ear before nipping at it. “Your ass is just so amazing. It sucks my fingers right in because of how wet you are.”

You praise him with another slap on his left cheek before kneading the soreness out.

“I could play with it all day.”

He can feel your nails drag up and down the back of his thighs. His legs quiver, falling forward as he fights to not cum untouched. You’re making it so goddamn hard, he doesn’t know how he is going to last.

“So pretty and wet. I love everything about you, my love.” You’re on your knees again and he knows what’s coming next when you grip both his cheeks to pull them apart.

“All for me.”

“It’s yours, Mommy!”

The last part of his sentence jumps octaves when you run your tongue from his balls to his awaiting hole. The wet, warm muscle feels amazing as he pushes back for you to go deeper. Especially when you reach between his legs to start stroking him again. His breath hitches but, it soon turns into lustrous moans when he feels the fire building in the pit of his stomach faster than before. You flick your tongue before going to tongue fuck his hole, hoping it’ll bring him to his orgasm. As far as you can tell with the way his knees buck and the way his moans get louder and louder with each fuck, he’s soaring close to it. He grips the counter for leverage when you remove your tongue only to start fingering him again. This time faster, hitting his prostate over and over until his mind is completely shattered. All he feels is your hands caressing his body. Your mouth leaves kisses and licks in places that have his toes curling. When your mouth is wrapped around his cock from the back, he loses it.

Honestly, he doesn't know how much more he can take.

“I-I’m—Cum—Oh fuck!” He cries when you release him from your mouth to go back to eating him out. He reaches back to push you in further but, the slap that comes down to his ass lets him know he’s out of line. “I wanna c-cum, M-Mommy. Pleaseee, Let me!”

“Do you want to, Petal?” You ask, stopping your movement in favor of letting his fire die. You notice his head falls forward as the back of his neck is covered in a sheen of sweat. His breathing grows labored and he looks so damn hot begging for his release. “Or do you wanna feel me first?”

He doesn’t have to glance back to know what you’re talking about. He can feel the silicone rubbing against his ass and he can’t help but vibrate with excitement. He hates the fact that he loves being edged. He hates that you know he does too. And he hates that you love doing it because you do it so fucking well.

“I wanna feel you please…”

“Thought so.” You preen at how fucked he is. Eyes hooded, mind all fuzzy and dazed. He looks so damn cute. “I can’t wait to wreck you. Is that what you want, baby?”

Jimin nods as he can feel the traces of your fingertips along his spine. They travel down, down, down until you reach his backside. You give it a hard smack before squeezing his ass to your heart's content.

"Good because I'm the one that gets to ravish you until you can't think of anything but me." You kiss his cheek to hear him sigh out in response. "I'm the one that gets to fuck you until you're brain-dead and can't think of anything but the way that little plastic cock drills your wet hole. Hold your cheeks apart, baby."

He does as he's told, too enamored by the kiss to think otherwise. You know he has a pretty view of Jimin as you pump your fingers in and out, letting them brush against his prostate over and over again. You can feel his pleasure in the way he moans into your kiss, and it only fuels your desire.

"You're doing so good, baby. So good for me, honey."

"You're going to make me hard again."

"Hm. Is that right?"

“Yes…”

“Good.” You hum, fingers pulling his cheeks apart as he buries his head into the crook of your neck the moment you start to circle your index finger around his rim. Jimin knows what you're thinking and god, does it make it harder just thinking about you claiming him in front of others? "You think Namjoon would fuck you this good?"

"No..." Jimin whines, rutting against your thighs and fucking himself back on your fingers when you add a second. "You fucked me so good. You ruined me for anyone else."

"I did, huh?" You know you did and for as long as he lets you, you'll continue to do so. "And you know I'm not done with you yet."

"I know. I don't want you to be." His nails dig into your back as it's your turn to kiss his sweetly swollen lips. "Keep ruining me."

"Oh honey," You tease, nipping at his bottom lip as he chases after you. "I'll ruin you for as long as you want me to." Instead of letting him kiss you, you place your finger over his mouth and allow him to throw his arms around your shoulders to hold you close. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

That’s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Realizing your neighbor is back in his seat and still trying his best to make sure you don’t notice what he’s doing. It’s clear as day though and in this moment, you think of Jimin.

“Baby?” You turn your attention back to Jimin who looks so unbelievably fucked from your touch. “Stay with me, Petal. Answer me.”

“Please…” He whines, laying his head on your chest as you take the moment to shower him with the love he deserves. Kisses to his cheeks, jawline, and where else your lips can touch. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Pretty.” Jimin blushes, harder. He grows impatient as he realizes he can’t feel you touching him anymore. “My pretty petal.”

“Mommy…” He urges, snuggling right into your neck. Unsure if he’s the reason you’ve stopped. Why did you stop? “P-Please move. I wan’-”

“Baby, listen to me.” He gasps the moment you nip at his bottom lip, eyes finding yours to look into. He looks so beautiful like this. Under your thumb and ready and willing to do whatever it is you want him to do. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Huh?” He pouts and you want nothing more than to kiss it away but you need an answer from him before you continue.

“With him watching.”

You don’t want to make it obvious that you know because from Namjoon's perspective, he doesn’t think you do.

“We can go to our bedroom or the living room if you don’t want to. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” Jimin nods so hard, you swear his head is going to fall off his shoulders. “Wan’ cum.”

You glance at your nosey neighbor one more time before deciding for him. He’s not in a good state of mind to make decisions and you would feel awful if he came to regret his decision later.

“No, No.” You remove yourself from Jimin, noticing he’s dropping more into his subspace by the second. He needs to be in the comfort of the two of you not to be gawked at like a piece of meat. “Baby, come with me.”

You grab everything off the counter before taking his hand and leading him into the living room. He has a permanent pout on his face but you know just what to do to get him in high spirits again.

“Does my baby want his reward for being patient and obedient?” You ask, oh so sweetly, as you lead him to sit on the couch. “I’m ready to give it to you.”

He nods but he knows that’s not good enough.

“Words, Petal. Let me hear you.”

“I want it.” He pants, opening his legs wider for you to kneel in front of him. His cock is as red as a tomato, looking as if it’s ready to explode. You lean down to lick the pre-cum off the tip as he whines for more. “I want you, Mommy. Please touch me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes!” You notice tears pricking at his eyes and you don’t want to see him in any more pain. He deserves his release and you’re planning on giving it to him. You reach for the lube beside the couch and pour a generous amount of it all over the toy you were going to use on him tonight. You can practically hear Jimin purr and it spurs you on more.

“Are you ready, Petal?” “I am.”

You rub the toy from his balls to his rectum before tapping it against his balls and watching his cock jump from excitement. You know if you hit the right spot, he will cum. Honestly, It’s what you’re banking on.

“Baby, hold your legs up for me.” You help him by placing his feet on the edge of the couch and pulling his bottom closer to you for leverage. He eyes you curiously, unsure of what you’re about to do. You want him to cum, want him to finally get the release he deserves since you’ve been edging him as you slowly insert the toy back into him.

Only, instead of starting to move it, you angle it so it’ll graze his prostate if he moves.

“Be still, pretty,” You warn as he whines, his head falling back against the couch. He loves it when you’re ruthless with your teasing , but now, he wants to feel you close.

‘You want me. my prince?” His eyes light up the moment you move away as he watches you stand to your feet to pull your leggings down your legs and off to the side. Uncaring of where they land. He realizes a minute too late that you weren’t wearing any underwear and before he can say anything, you move his legs back down and in the process, it pushes hard against him as he moans.

“I want you…” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip as you make the move to stand above him on the couch. His eyes go straight to your pussy and wet you are. The way it’s glistening in the light makes his mouth water even more. “Mommy,” He moans, brain focused on one thing and that’s to pleasure you. “Please.”

“Like what you see, Honey?” You squat to hover over his lap, grabbing his jaw to bring his face closer. You kiss his lips as he melts in your embrace and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen. “You want me to fuck you, my prince.”

“I do,” He whispers against your lips and well, who are you to deny such a request? “Take me…”

“Oh, baby I’m going make you cum so hard you’re not gonna remember how to speak.”

At that, Jimin’s mind goes into a frenzy as he tries to raise his hips to be closer to you but you stop him.

“Have a little patience, baby.” You kiss down his neck as you nip and bite at the spot that makes him lose his mind. He’s so close! So, so close and he doesn’t know what to do. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart, and keep them there.”

He practically sits on his hands and when you deem him ready, you make quick work of grabbing his cock and lining it up with your wet cunt. He waits in anticipation once you make eye contact, his mouth falling open the moment you take all of him. You sit briefly, eyes scrunched close and listening to his soft pants.

“You fit me perfectly.” You moan, seeing Jimin with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

“You feel so good,” He softly sighs, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. With how much you’ve edged him, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last but he wants to try to last as much as he can. “I-I’m ready…”

“You’re so soft, baby.” You pepper kisses all over his cheek and jawline that he closes his eyes to accept. The feeling of being so loved by someone that it’s making his heart want to burst from his chest he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t wanna do anything but you. “You look so pretty.”

“Only pretty for you.”

“Yeah? No one else?”

“No one compares to you, mommy.” His face falls into the crook of your neck as he whimpers at the feeling of him bottoming out inside you. “Oh god…” Jimin sighs, nails digging into his wrists as he tries his hardest not to touch you no matter how much he wants to. “M-Move, please.”

You’re slow to rotate your hips, loving the way his cock drags against your walls. He’s so thick that he fits you so snug and the way your walls clench around him has him almost blowing his load.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, baby.” You lift your hips before sitting on his cock to begin rocking back and forth. You roll your hips and he can feel the way your pussy clenches against his cock.

“Touch. ‘Wan touch. ‘M so c-close. Please!”

“Go ahead, Petal.” You smile and when he grabs you by the waist, you can’t help but pick up your pace. He can feel your breast drag against his chest every time you go up and down. The skin to skin contact feels so good, it makes him feel like he’s on fire. His body burns from the intensity of your movements. “Feels good?”

“So good.”

Jimin squeezes your waist as you let out a moan. You find yourself wanting to kiss Jimin as you press your lips into his. It starts slow and soft, before pressing harder and pushing your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back eagerly as your tongues intertwine. Deep and passionate. The sounds of the couch scraping against the wooden floor is like nails to a chalkboard the more you continue to ride him but his moans outweigh it.

You smile into the kiss as his eyes flutter shut. He is savoring the moment.

"I'm close. Again. Close so close..." He whines, unable to keep up with the feeling burning in his stomach. He feels like he's about to explode with pleasure. He's dropping further and further into his sub-drop as he clings to you harder. He holds you as close as he physically can but you know it's not enough for him. He's going to need more and you're going to give your baby what he wants.

"You're almost there, sweetie."

"Please..." He can feel your hand between your bodies, no doubt going to play with your clit to help you cum. He would help but he’s so lost, he’s not sure if he’ll be much use. “Cum… with me?”

"Mhm, Stay with me, honey."

"Please, Please!" He's breathless, nails digging in your back as he's lost in fucking himself in your pussy. You moaning out that your cumming only fuels his fire. He’s coming in hot behind you. "Cum... Cum... I'm-"

You feel his warm cum seep into you the moment it happens as you let him finally ride out his orgasm. He shudders before whining about being sensitive and wet.

"Fuck..." His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, you can't help but feel a surge of pleasure ripple through you. You take a deep breath and smile, feeling satisfied and pleased. You reach a hand up to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead. He's still before slumping against your chest, exhausted. You wrap your arms around him, feeling your heart swell with so much love.

"Jimin.” You hold Jimin's face, and seeing the look of relief that washes over his features makes you feel a sense of love. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Feeling good?"

"Feeling great." He reassures you, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. He grabs your arms to get you to wrap them around his waist. You can feel him grin against your neck, mimicking his gesture because that’s all you want for him. “It was amazing.” “Really?”

"Yes.” He squeezes your waist before doing his best to hold you still. “I also wanted to say thank you."

"For what, my love?"

“Being so good to me.” Jimin grins as he throws his arms around your neck to pull you closer. You fall against his chest in a fit of laughter but he knows it’s not in a fit of mocking.

“That’s all I want to be. You deserve the world Jimin and I plan to give it to you.” You bring your hand to his cheek to caress as he melts into your embrace. He knows this but hearing you say it makes his heart flutter even more. “Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, baby.”

He nods, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. He feels as if he’s on cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down.

“Baby look at me.”

He leans back to look at you with a lovesick smile. He’s drunk off you and quite honestly, it’s the best feeling in the world.

“You’re so pretty.” You smile back, finally feeling him soften inside of you. Do you want to get up? No not at all but when you check the time, you realize you’re going to be late. “Baby, we should get up.”

“No!” He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you still. “You’re so warm. Don’t wanna leave…”

“We’re going to be late.”

Jimin whines, uncaring of anything other than loving you. You know when he gets like this, it gets hard for him to come back without the proper coaxing. So Instead, you lean into his warmth, holding his head into your breath as you hear him release the breath he was holding. You play with the hair on the back of his neck and there’s a moment where all you want to do is stay here in his arms.

“Baby?” You lean back to kiss his forehead as he looks at you with nothing but love sparkling in his eyes. “Do you wanna just stay here? We can order takeout.”

He nods and well, you know neither of you are going to get up any time soon.

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quitealotofsodapop · 11 months ago

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One thing I don't think is mentioned enough is the fact that during the journey, a lot of Celestials took the opportunity to just... outright FUCK around with Wukong. Like, they'd send all sorts of demons their way intentionally just to intervene and say "Oh hey! You found my favorite pet!" Even Guanyin hadn't been innocent of this considering she had this huge fit over her pet goldfish. And if they weren't using their pets they were finding other methods to delay or otherwise force the Pilgrims off the beaten path and into danger out of some sort of test, spite, or pettiness.

Now, think about how in the both JTTW and Slow Boiled au Wukond actually was pregnant or not during the journey, and in Century au, the Heavenly Court BELIEVE he was pregnant. So imagine how those guys feel after they decided to fuck with Wukong put of spite and found out they unknowingly were stressing a pregnant monkey out!?

Yeah! Characters like Gold Star hide their identities to aid the main characters, while some are just... doing it for fun? Are they LARP-ing? And Monkey has Gold-Vision; why does he always not recognise these people even from his Celestial days?

Guanyin set up a whole honey trap knowing that half the squad ain't into it, and dropped the gang on their way home cus they missed 1 story event. The abbey with the Ginseng tree were pretty rude af. The Buddha's own servants tried to fleece the gang of the scriptures. Multiple kingdoms suffered cus King Who-Care shot somebody's bird-cousin, or knocked over a table of offerings. And the 28 Lunar Mansions took almost 13 years to realise that the Wood Wolf was missing.

Lao Tzu's lab assisants literally run off with his stuff and become demon lords for lulz (or they were the assisants that let the Rhino King/Buffalo out and were scared that they'd get in trouble). And lets not forget RHINO KING. Bruh, you somehow lost track of a gotdang celestial Bull-Rhino!?

Guanyin's not immune from this; TWO of her pets became horrific demons (Goldfish and Sai Taisui) and are arguably the most irredeemable of all the villains faced.

Lady Earth Flow/Albino Rat/Bat spirit is even described as Li Jing's adoptive daughter - how the f that happen?? How did he lose track of a whole kid so bad that she became a vampire-esque demon?

Manjusri let their cat (Azure Lion) out TWICE. And they cursed the Wuji kingdom for tossing them in a sewer for preeching.

After a point, I'd imagine Wukong in the stone egg aus would just throw his hands up and start yelling at the gods directly. He's even bolder in the Jttw Stone Egged au given that he has Macaque as back-up.

You know that chapter where Rhino King steals all of the Heavenly Army's powers and weapons, and the immortals are all infighting so hard that Wukong has to be the voice of reason?

Imagine a tiny hormonal monkey just going nuts at these gods. He's screaming in their faces. He's demanding Nezha lift him up so he can look General Li Jing in the eye. He's telling them what good are they as fighters if they only feel safe with their weapons and powers? Wukong has a *damn* good reason he ain't taking on Rhino King in a 1-v-1 rn, whats all these gods excuse?!

The gods are too surprised and intimidated to argue back. And you better believe a certain alchemist is getting a smack for letting a whole animal loose from his lab.

#slow boiled stone egg au #jttw stone egged au #sun wukong #pregnancy tw #lmk #lego monkie kid #journey the west #jttw

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leviismybby · 2 years ago

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Flashbacks pt.3

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, mdni, oral f! receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming, praise, shower sex...yeah I got carried away...

A/N: This was supposed to be the last part but I might just do another one if I feel like it...and I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting...

Part 1

Part 2

You close his office door and lock it. His back is turned on you so you aren't sure what kind of emotion his eyes hold.

"Do you regret it?" Those are the first words that leave your mouth. Levi turns around, unsure of why that question makes him think.

Does he regret it? No. No, he doesn't, he wouldn't have had you here in his office if he did. Yet he doesn't know how to answer that question, he regrets letting you through those brick walls of his heart. With each look you remove one of the bricks, getting closer and closer to him.

For the world he lives in, he might even think that it's a trap. You're in front of him now, standing anxiously waiting for his answer, but you could be laying on the muddy grass covered in blood.

It wasn't smart to get attached to you, Levi isn't much of a romantic, he doesn't know how to handle basic affection so he expresses his feeling for you through sex. He had hoped that they would go away after that night but he proved himself wrong.

After it was done he should've just told you to go, to get out of his office instead he held you in his arms almost the entire night. You slept curled up on his chest as he brushed your back with his hand. That's not a gesture someone who is just there for sex does, at least not what he does.

Well, to be honest, he isn't sure what he is doing, he has never felt this about a person and it terrifies him that it might be love. Him in love? Imagine the disaster if the others found out.

Beneath the stoic persona and cold approach, lies a man. Just a man like any other. And Levi feels safe with you because ever since you joined, you treated him as an equal.

His background drove many away, a child who grew up a criminal in the underground, many found that unappealing until he met you. You didn't seem to care all that much about how strong he was or where he came from.

You saw him as a human before his strength. Maybe that's why he trusts you this much.

Levi turns around and walks over to you. "I don't do things I will regret name." Cold pads of his fingers trace your cheek, his eyes watch your face softly waiting for you to say something, anything.

When nothing leaves your mouth, Levi has no other choice but to ask you the same question. "And you? Do you regret what happened?"

"No. Not a single minute." You put your hand over the one that's on your cheek. "I can't stop thinking about you, I know I shouldn't feel this about my captain but...."

Levi appreciates that you were able to express your feelings like this because he knows that he can never do that himself.

"But it isn't going away no matter how hard I try to tell myself that you are out of reach to me. All I think about is your lips and your hands all over my body. And your grey eyes when they look deep into mine. I shouldn't think about this..."

We both shouldn't. Levi thinks. He feels the same way about you except he won't tell you that. If he does that means that he is admitting his feelings for you and he can't do that. Not in this shit hole.

Love is free it's affordable to anyone and yet he has only seen it end with the biggest price. Everyone he ever loved is dead and those who aren't are a grim reminder to Levi that it can happen again. He can lose it all.

His hand falls away from your face to his side, did he get too attached to you? Probably. Will he stop getting attached? Not a chance. He had time to distance himself and he didn't, too weak to do so.

"This isn't smart.." Levi moves his head closer to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. "I know."

"And we shouldn't be doing it."

"I know that too."

He pulls you in for a kiss, it's slow, deep. Feels more passionate than the previous ones but you don't think too much into it. Again, it's sex, just sex. Despite the feelings between you two, there has to be that barrier, it's for your own good.

Your hands wander around his top, slowly unbuttoning it, you pull the white blouse off his shoulders and it falls onto the floor. Your fingers trace his upper body gently, going up and down his muscled chest, years of training clearly paid off for him.

Levi lets you have your hands on him for a little longer before stopping your hands and bringing them behind your back, holding them in place.

"Tell me.." He dives his head into your neck, not touching the skin with his lips instead hovering over it so that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. "Do you touch yourself while thinking of me?"

That was one question that Levi needed to know before he had you naked in front of him again. Do you drive yourself mad thinking about him like he does thinking about you?

"I do." At the moment you're not even ashamed to admit it, too drunk on him to care. "I see.." He releases your wrists before taking off your scout jacket, his fingers start working on the straps of your odm gear. You follow his movements with your eyes, they are somewhat eager, last time he took them off painfully slow but now that he knows what lies beneath those layers of fabric, he can't wait.

Once the straps are loose enough, he pulls the straps down and kneels to take off your boots. When he is done, he points his head towards his sofa. "Show me."

You oblige making your way to his sofa with a blush creeping up your cheeks. Levi pulls one of the chairs out, sitting on it with his legs open and his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for you to start.

Slowly you take your pants off as his eyes linger on your bare legs, he is somehow proud of the marks he left behind. How does he get you like this? Fuck, you would do anything he asks for. When you are left in your underwear you go on to take your turtleneck off but Levi shakes his head.

"No no. The shirt stays on." You aren't exactly sure on why he wants it on but you listen to him, hand slowly making its way past your stomach to your underwear.

"Don't take your underwear off. That will be my job." Levi isn't moving his body an inch however his eyes are devouring you, breaking your confidence down one by one. You somewhat thought you had the power, you are the one who can deny him the view but you can't. Not when he is looking at you like that.

Slipping your hand into your underwear, you shiver slightly at the coldness of your fingertips. You slowly start rubbing your clit, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, thighs spreading even more for Levi.

He is enjoying it, the sight of you spread half-naked in front of him like this will always be imprinted into his brain. "Good girl, go a little faster for me."

His cock is starting to strain against his pants but he is too focused on you to care about it now. There will be time for that later when he will have you begging for it.

Your fingers rub faster, a whine surpassing your lips. His eyes are shamelessly looking at your hand as it moves, even if the fabric is covering you from him, the wet spot on your panties has him locked.

Levi didn't even touch you and you're dripping just from his eyes alone and he indulges in it, the fact that that's the kind of effect he has on your body.

You speed up your movements even more, the wet sounds reaching Levis eras and he almost moans himself at the sound. "Put one finger in for me. It's clear that you're desperate." His voice is demanding just line when he is giving orders, except his tone is a little softer.

You do as he says, finger slipping past your walls making you throw your head back, your free hand reaches to squeeze your breast.

"Does that feel good?" He asks, his pose still the same as it was when he sat on that chair. The bulge in his trousers is obvious and that makes you even wetter. You aren't touching each other but still manage to do this to one another.

"No." What you say isn't a lie, his eyes on your body feel good and the words he says. Your fingers almost aren't doing anything, they feel fine but never as good as he can make you feel.

"No? How so?" He is playing mind games with you, to see how far he can push you. Levi is aware that your fingers don't even compare to his but he still wants to hear you say it.

"They aren't your fingers or tongue." You admit to him so easily, it doesn't even cross your mind at how hopeless you sound. So full of need for him. The marks that paint his skin make you even more turned on.

"Ah....so you say. Then add another finger in for me." The second finger enters you and you feel your walls clench, a sign that you're close. "Levi....I'm close..."

"You are? Good girl cum." Your hips buck and you cum with a slight whine, you hate the fact that he isn't touching you.

With your eyes closed you hear movements, as your lids open you see Levis face before you, his hand resting on the sofa behind you while the other runs circles on your thigh.

His hand runs up your body to your cheek, he is on the verge of telling you that you're the prettiest thing he has ever seen but he doesn't because ,again, that would mean that he is showing his feelings.

Instead, he pulls you closer to his face by your hair, bringing the fingers that were inside of you to his lips and putting them in his mouth. "You taste amazing."

"Want you." You pull him down, kissing him tongue first. It's a messy kiss, full of lust. Levis fingers feel cold as he slides his hand up your shirt.

You moan against his mouth as he bites down on your lower lip pulling away from you. "Yeah? What makes you think that you deserve me?"

His hand comes closer and closer to your clothed cunt, fingers ghosting over your underwear. "I can walk out of here and leave you to undo yourself captain.."

A hand wraps around your neck, squeezing lightly, not choking you but it's enough for you to feel the pressure. "You wouldn't fucking dare and even if you wanted to.."

He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You're too addicted to stop now dear." Levi says but those are words he should say himself, he is drunk on you. You consume his mind and body and that's not a good thing.

The hand that was on your underwear moves under your shirt caressing your skin with his cold fingers, his other hand mover from your neck to push you down onto the sofa.

He captures your lips in a messy kiss as his hands take your top off of your body, leaving you in just your undergarments. His eyes scan every single mark on your body, proud of them he kisses the bruises around your breast as his hands lay on your waist.

It isn't long before your bra finds itself on his office floor, hands eagerly squeezing your breasts.

Your hands sneak around his shoulders and you spread your thighs wider to give him a more comfortable position between your legs.

He kisses the damp spot on your underwear, eyes looking up at you like a hawk. "So fucking wet." Taking the band of your panties he slides them off of your legs, finally seeing you fully naked.

All this for him alone? You won't let other men touch you after this right? Levi is trying to find reassurance in his own head, there is no way you will let anyone else touch you after he is done with you.

You feel his warm tongue run up and down and you immediately let a moan escape your lips. "Desprate." Levi mumbles against your pussy as he slowly works on you with his tongue.

His arm wraps around your right thigh as he puts it on his shoulder, while his other arm rests on your stomach. Levi sucks on your clit making you grind your hips against his mouth with a whine.

"You really are fucking desperate aren't you?" He growls against your wetness and starts lapping at your folds, your hands pull on his hair, filthy moans leaving your lips.

There are no words to describe how much you have missed this, the few days that passed by felt like a year.

"Levi!" You moan when he starts to devour you, his mouth is relentless against you. He grunts when he feels your nails claw his skull a little.

"Levi...I'm-" Although you don't want to cum yet, you can't help it. His skilled tongue is doing miracles on your pussy and besides, you have him all night.

His tongue goes faster and you arch your back, white pleasure takes over you and you cum on Levi's tongue.

"Good girl. Look at that.." He sucks on your pussy again for the last time before pulling away. Your juices are dripping down his jaw but he doesn't mind.

He kisses your stomach a few times before making his way back up to your face, kissing your cheek. "Don't tell me that that's all you have got?" Whispering he nibbles on your earlobe and you open your eyes.

"It's not. I want more." You are asking him for more but it's not quite the begging that Levi wanted. He needs to feel wanted especially with you like this.

"More of what? Hmm?" Levi gently brushes the strands of your hair back, letting you know that he wants to hear you. Pleasure is nothing if it doesn't go both ways.

"Please want your fingers." Kissing you on the mouth, Levi's hand starts making it's way down to your pussy and before you know it a finger enters you.

You yelp into the kiss giving his tongue full access to your mouth and you don't care that you can taste yourself on him.

He soon adds a second finger and you almost pull away from his lips but Levi makes it clear that he doesn't want to break the kiss as he holds your head in place.

His fingers curl inside you deliciously and you can't help but move your hips. Levi speeds them up a little, enough for them to hit that gummy spot inside of you but not exactly enough to tip you over the edge.

Finally pulling away from the kiss, Levi grips your hair and makes you look at him. His eyes have this sparkle in them that you can't define, it's like he doesn't ever want to look away from you.

Levi feels your walls clench around his fingers and instead of going faster to bring you to your release, he slows down.

"You can't cum yet." You nod biting into your lower lip, all he has to do is go a little faster and you'll be done however he doesn't, he wants to see how far he can drive you.

His thumb plays with your clit and his fingers start moving at a faster pace, while it feels so good, it's the way he is looking at you that gets you fired up. There is so much to unpack behind those grey eyes of his.

You lean in slightly and kiss him again as his fingers start to vigorously pump in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit. The pressure in your stomach builds up and you pull away from him, throwing your head back.

"Levi! I'm cumming!" His mouth connects to your neck and he sucks a new mark over the old one. "Cum for me sweetheart. Go on." He takes the side of your face into his hands to see you as you lose yourself in pleasure.

"So fucking pretty." Levi takes out his fingers and licks them clean. He groans at your taste. "Mmm you taste divine."

He wraps your shaky legs around his waist and pulls you up bringing you to his desk. Levi wanted to have you in his bedroom but he can't pull away from you now, not even for five minutes.

Everything that was laying on the wooden surface found itself on the floor. He sets you down on it and you shiver at the cold wood beneath you.

"We will go to my bedroom later. I just have to be inside you now." You smile taking the back of his neck and connecting your lips. Seems like he is as desperate as you are.

Your hand reaches down to his pants and you squeeze his erection through the fabric. Levi hisses, he is hard to the point that it hurts.

"Lay back. Don't expect me to go easy on you." Laying back, you try to find a comfortable position on top of his table. It's not the best way to do this but right now you don't care, you just want Levi fuck you.

Levi unzips his pants and pulls everything down, his cock comes into your view and you can't help but almost drool as you see him fully naked. His body was a piece of art.

"You done staring?" He asks in an annoyed tone but he is more than glad that you are enjoying the view. "Never."

You chuckle as he kisses you before lining himself up with your entrance, he pushes in slowly making both of you moan against each other's lips.

Levi starts thrusting into you with a passionate pace and his kisses travel down to your collarbones, leaving bites all behind. Looks like you will be wearing a turtleneck for at least another week.

"Fuck how do you feel this good?" He loves it, absolutely relishes in the feeling of you. Your warm walls, the sounds that leave your lips, your eyes rolling back. Levi wants to see it over and over again.

You can tell him the same, his cock feels amazing as it drags along your walls. The sound of skin slapping and the desk shaking makes you feel all stages of euphoria.

His hips slow down but he manages to hit your sweet spot when he pulls almost all the way out and then back in, filling you amazingly.

"Ahh Levi! Fuck!" You try your best not to dig your nails into his skin but once he starts to sound into you, you have no choice, feeling his muscles these under your fingers.

He takes one of your breasts into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. You feel his cock twitching inside of you but he doesn't stop his erotic pace.

Your pussy clamps down on him more than once and he bites into the plush skin of your breast, leaving a dark mark behind.

His thrusts start to get sloppy and his hands go from your waist to the edge of the table, gripping it so hard that his knuckles turn white.

He presses his forehead against yours and his hips move in speed. You whine as you feel his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, this feels too good, nothing can feel better than him.

A sound of wood breaking reaches your ears but you're too busy being in a haze as your orgasm builds up. "Levi! Levi!"

"I know just-ahah fuck. Just a little longer." Levi buries his head into your shoulder as his thrusts start getting sloppy, your pussy contracts around him and that's all it takes.

It takes everything in him not to cum inside of you but he manages to pull out, cumming all over your stomach.

"Shit." He says eyeing the edge of his table, it's broken. "Did we?" You ask him and he nods, which makes you let out a laugh. The two of you really broke his table.

Levi kisses your neck lightly before helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. "I'll have to come up with a shitty excuse to replace it."

The two of you dress back into your uniforms but only for a short time as the two of you aren't done yet, you can't walk in the corridors looking like a mess. Anyone who would look at you would know what was going on his Levi's office.

You kiss Levi again and he slips something into the back on your back pocket. "You go to my room first, I'll be right there."

Fixing your hair, you take the key he gave you out of your back and hurry to his room. You hope that you don't run into anyone you know.

Reaching his room you look around to make sure that no one sees you. Unlocking the door, you enter into his bedroom. It's neat, not a single dust trail can be found in his room.

And Levi kept his promise, before you knew it he was in the room with you, pushing you down on his bed and undressing you again.

This time he flips you on your stomach before he enters you and takes you hair in his hand pulling on it slightly.

This was madness, neither of you can get enough of the other. And you are afraid to pull away because he might change his mind and throw you out.

He pulls on your hair as his cock slams into you. He let's moans of pleasure leave his mouth and he suddenly stops moving, takes you by the neck and pulls you up so that your back is to his chest.

His lips find yours and they lock in a passionate kiss. "Levi move please." Whimpering against his mouth, you bite on his lower lip as you pull away.

"I'll move just....wait." The feeling of your warm walls around his cock will drive him crazy. He nibbles on your ear lobe for a while before putting you back in the position you were in and moving his hips again.

You grip his white sheets, ruining his previously perfectly made bed. The room smells of sex and the only thing heard is his cock pumping into you and your moans.

It doesn't take long for either of you to cum and this time Levi cums deep inside of you. His head drops onto your back and his fingers run down your spine, both of you breathing heavily.

Levi kisses up your back to your neck and turns your body around gently. There are marks that he left behind again, your hips, your neck and your breast.

His back is full of scratches and his palms still hurt from the table but it makes him proud. From all the scars he has on his body, these ones are sweet and special, they won't be there for long but enough.

"We should take a shower..." You agree, your body feels so tired.

And in the shower again the two you couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

Your back is pressed against the shower wall as Levi's cock penetrates your walls again. It was like someone was just constantly adding fuel to the fire.

Constant monas of his name ring in the bathroom, your nails have marked his back again, his lips did the same to your skin.

And his thrusts are messy now, they feel slow but he still manages to be so deep inside of you.

"So fucking good. Such a good girl for me." He says feeling you cum on him again and he cums inside of you, watching between your shaky legs as it drips out of you.

"We need to stop doing this..." He mumbles as he dries your hair with a towel. It's from the point of returning now and you both know it...

"Do you want to stop doing it?" Levi asks as he brings you a plate of food and a glass of water. You don't answer to him just like the last time he asks you the question.

But before you leave his room in the middle of the night, you turn around look at him and say.

"To answer your question I......"

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year ago

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Don't Really Know A Lot About Love

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: reader is kidnapped because yeah, cannon level violence, oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, praise kink Matty, unprotected sex (wrap them joysticks okay), creampie, implied cockwarming I think

Genre: angst, smut, & fluff

Summary: Life after Daredevil was supposed to be simple. Apparently, there's no such thing as 'after' him, at least not for you. “I don't really know a lot about love // But you're in my head, you're in my blood // And it feels so good, it hurts so much” - About Love by MARINA

A/N: People wanted a part 2 for Lies: Don't Wanna Know for some reason???? Either way, I wrote one.

Part 1

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The first few weeks after you stopped seeing Daredevil, Matthew, were... hard. Harder than you expected. You'd become so accustomed to seeing him, even if your time consisted of sneaking in through open windows at the witching hour to share kisses nobody can know about. You miss him more than you wanted to admit, more than you wanted to miss him. You're surprised how much it sucks knowing he won't come back, but you go to work, you go out with your friends, you even let them set you up on dates, because it's not like you can tell them you're mourning the end of your barely a situationship with a local vigilante. You do your best to reestablish normal, the normal you had before he snuck in to hide in your apartment that first night you met.

Tonight, you don't have plans with your friends so, as you walk into your apartment after work you're very ready to take it easy and relax alone. You don't even manage to get your shoes off before something is pulled tightly over your head and you're thrown over a shoulder with your arms held tight against you. You flail your legs fruitlessly hoping to injure your kidnapper as you're carried presumably out of your apartment building, an assumption confirmed when you're eventually tossed into a car but before you can jump up to put up some sort a fight a needle is jammed into your neck and you hiss momentarily before losing consciousness.

When you come to some time later you immediately rub your eyes to adjust to the lighting. A quick look around and the first thing you notice is the three gun wielding strangers around you. One on each side and one behind you.

"You'll have to excuse them. I didn't want to tie you down like an animal but, of course as a result precautions must be taken." Your head snaps to the source of the voice and down the stairs comes Wilson Fisk.

"And you think you needed 3 guns on me to keep me in line?"

"Better safe than sorry."

"Sure."

"Apologies, my name is-"

"Wilson Fisk. I know who you are." You say cutting him off with your arms crossed.

"My reputation proceeds me as always."

"Of course it does, you tried to singlehandedly ruin hell's kitchen."

"You're misinformed dear, I've only tried to save it. Make it better than it was."

"By forcing minorities out of their communities? You'll have to excuse me if the employment of white supremacist ideology doesn't get me jumping for joy."

"White supremacist ideology? That's what you think of me?"

"That's what I think of anyone who forces people out of their homes by buying out the property and making it too expensive for the people to stay there, in their community and brands it as making said community better." You roll your eyes.

"Hm." Fisk nods contemplatively.

"What am I doing here? I can't imagine you kidnapped me because I disagree with your pompous arrogant savior complex."

"Did you know a certain red suited pain in my ass, follows you? Regularly. He watches, lurking just out of sight. Like he's guarding you."

"You kidnapped me because you think daredevil is my stalker?"

"He once tried to get at the woman I love he tried to take her from me."

"Wow you're like a cartoon. You kidnapped me because Daredevil tried to steal your girlfriend?"

"My wife!" He snaps.

"Semantics." You shrug. "I'm not Daredevil's girlfriend, I'm not 'the woman he loves' so whatever your beef is with him, trying to use me to lure your archnemesis here like this is some sort of bad action flick let me be clear, it doesn't matter who you have sitting in this chair, you could have anyone from Hell's Kitchen, maybe even anyone from New York sitting here and Daredevil will show up not because of your victim but because you are Wilson Fisk and he is Daredevil, and he stops guys like you. That's what he does, Fisk." You say. You're annoyed, being caught in the middle of drama that has nothing to do with you because of a man you haven't seen in weeks. All you wanted to do tonight was shower and watch a movie.

"It seems you don't know the hold you have on him." Fisk smirks.

"Gimme a break." You scoff. Fisk looks at you as if he's about to say something in rebuttal, but before he can say whatever he's planning to, there's a beam of red knocking out one of the armed men surrounding you. The other two turn sharply to find the source of the- apparently baton, that flew towards them which now sits on the floor. You watch as Daredevil rolls towards you to grab the baton.

"Hey." He says standing up.

"Hey." You nod. Daredevil pulls you out of the chair and behind him as he takes on the two goons left standing.

"I told you to shout. You didn't shout." He huffs over his shoulder as he fights.

"And yet you came anyway."

"Of course I did." He scoffs knocking out both of the remaining gun toters. You're not paying enough attention, forgetting the guys by your chair aren't the only enemies in the room and you shout when Fisk grabs your arm from behind you.

"Y/n!" Daredevil shouts turning to you.

"Nice of you to join us, Devil of Hell's Kitchen, although you did interrupt a conversation and that's quite rude." Fisk says.

"Fisk thinks you're stalking me because you're in love with me." You tell Daredevil.

"We can test my theory, now that you're here." Fisk says, his grip on you tightening.

"Hey watch it!" You hiss at him.

"Leave her alone Fisk! Your problems are with me. She's got nothing to do with this."

"Yeah, I told him that already, he doesn't care." You scoff. Fisk hauls you over to the balcony of his penthouse, swinging the doors open.

"Let's see what he does about this one hm?" Fisk smiles at you before pulling you over the railing. He's holding your shirt tightly, dangling you off the balcony on the top floor of this building and the longer this nightmare goes on the less you want to believe any of this is happening. YOU ARE DANGLING OVER THE EDGE OF A FUCKING BALCONY. "Daredevil! Our friend here is in quite the pickle it seems. You can't save her, and fight them, but they'll never let you get to me. What oh what are you going to do about this?" Fisk jerks you around for emphasis. Daredevil is still for entirely too long in your opinion, you don't know what he's contemplating but the lack of solid ground beneath your feet has you less than patient.

"Daredevil do something!" You shout.

"This is stupid Fisk. You know she's got nothing to do with this." Daredevil tries to reason with him. Reason with the man holding you over the edge of a 20-story building like a rug he's about to dust off.

"Oh my God! He does not care Matthew! STOP TALKING AND DO SOMETHING OR I SWEAR YOU WILL HOPE HE KILLS ME!"

"I like this one. She's spirited." Fisk says with deranged excitement in his eyes.

"Look I'm not going to let you get hurt okay?" Daredevil tells you.

"Be careful making promises like that." Fisk says, losing his grip on you momentarily, just long enough to make you scream and grab his arm. You cannot think of a shittier way to die than being splattered on the streets of New York because one of Daredevil's enemies thinks you're more important to him than you are. From this height, by the time they scrape you off the pavement your family will have no choice but to cremate you or something. A casket would be pretty useless for an inkblot of a person. You close your eyes and think of anything but the fact that your life hangs in the hands of a flighty part time vigilante and his ability to stop a psychotic rich man. You keep them closed even as you hear grunting and punches landing because if Daredevil is losing against Wilson's goons you literally cannot deal with watching it happen. For a moment it all stops, the sounds of fighting settle and you think for sure these are your final moments, even more so when suddenly Fisk's grip on your clothes loosens entirely and you're falling. You don't realize it at first, it's a rush of air around you, and at 20-plus stories up the wind has been beating your face since you got dragged out to the balcony. You don't realize it at first, but then you're screaming and flailing as the sky gets further away. In the next moment, Daredevil shoots off the balcony towards you. He can't fly can he?! What does he think he's going to do in this situation? Holy shit you're going to die. You close your eyes and brace for impact but Daredevil catches up to you surprisingly fast and his arm wraps around you tightly. Your eyes open again when you feel something solid beneath your feet. Daredevil is lowering you onto a balcony. How did- you look around for a moment. Same building, several stories below Fisk's penthouse. Daredevil grabs your shoulders and your eyes snap to his face- well, helmet.

"Are you alright?! You aren't hurt, are you? Did I-" He trails off taking a nervous breath.

"I'm fine. Shaken up but not hurt, how did you do that? We should've hit the ground."

"My batons have grappling hooks I just used one. I told you I wasn't going to let you get hurt." He says. "We should get you home."

"I'll- call a cab." You say.

"No. No way. I'm not- I will take you home myself. I won't risk anything else happening to you tonight." He says. As much as you want to argue with him, you have no desire to get into any more nonsense tonight.

"Okay." You say. Matt scoops you into his arms and grabs his baton, shooting the grappling hook towards the neighboring roof. You're surprised he can carry you so easily as he hops from building to building with very little sign of exertion. It's not long before you're back in your apartment.

"I'm- I am so sorry you got dragged into all of this y/n."

"You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault Wilson Fisk is a delusional psychopath."

"Psychopath I can probably give you but delusional I'm not sure I can agree with." He huffs out a chuckle.

"Come again?! You're not sure you can agree with delusional?! He kidnapped me because he thinks you're in love with me. We fucked for a few months and then we stopped talking to each other, now I dunno about you but that situation didn't seem like love to me at all."

"Yeah- yeah I know that because of the circumstances we may not have had love between us but he was not so far off in his conclusion. I do care about you way more than necessary for our... arrangement."

"Huh." You mutter.

"That's all you have to say? 'Huh'?"

"I'm not sure what kind of response you're expecting from me Matthew."

"You can start by telling me what's on your mind right now."

"You're very good at faking indifference. If you care for me oh so much I don't understand what happened that night. You left."

"You told me to."

"I told you I wanted more than you were offering to give but if you cared for me as much as you claim to now why wouldn't you say something? What's the point of caring if you plan to do it in secret?"

"My life is messy and complicated. I wanted to protect you from it. I thought- it would be safer the less you were involved but I couldn't- I couldn't stay away when you asked me to."

"Well, clearly that was not a correct assumption."

"If I had known that I would've-" He trails off.

"Would've what? Clearly pretending not to care didn't work. You can't protect me with this one foot in one foot out thing you've got going on so if that's still all you're willing to offer you have to leave." You say. Matthew sighs and you watch his jaw muscles move as, you assume, he contemplates his response. As the moment of silence drags on you're sure he's going to bid you goodnight and climb out the window just like he did the first time you kicked him out but, to your surprise, his hands slowly rise to the top of his pointed helmet and, with notable hesitation, he tugs off the identity obscuring armor on his head. He clears his throat once he's removed it.

"My name is Matthew Murdock, by day I'm a defense attorney at a firm, called Nelson, Murdock, and Page. It's run by myself and my best friend from college and a woman insane enough to stick with us after she saw firsthand that our initial attempt at our own firm kind of went to shit."

"Matthew Murdock."

"Yes. I was born and raised here in Hell's Kitchen oh and I've been blind since I was nine."

"You're blind?"

"Hard to believe I know but it's true. I can't see in the traditional sense, the world looks as if it's on fire, just blobs of reds and oranges really but I have other ways of- perceiving the world. My other senses are extremely helpful."

"So what happens now?"

"What?"

"I mean- thank you for sharing Matt but like- what happens between us now?"

"You- you wanted more from me, more than late night meetings with an anonymous vigilante, right?"

"Correct."

"Do you- would you still like that?"

"Would you like that?"

"I have always- y/n, it is not even a question of if I want it. I've always wanted more but it's something I never allowed myself to hope for."

"And now you will?"

"If you'll still have me." Matt has the sense to look at the ground nervously as he mutters the words. You almost want to chuckle, as if a blind man can truly find the floor more interesting than the conversation you're having. You take the few steps necessary to cross the short distance between you two and latch your hand onto the collar of his suit, pulling him towards you in a searing kiss that catches him off guard but he's quick to reciprocate. His hands settle on your waist and like second nature, yours wrap around his neck. Even after weeks apart there is no strangeness, no feeling of unfamiliarity as Matthew's hands roam your body. They pull you closer to him, trail across your back, under your shirt, as if he's trying to feel all of you at once. You walk Matt backwards towards your couch but before you can push him down onto it he turns the pair of you, guiding you to sit instead. He drops to his knees and pulls your pants and underwear off in one go.

"God I've missed you." Matt mutters between your legs before burying his face in the apex of your thighs. Your fingers shoot down into his hair as he laps at your center.

"Holy fuck." You sigh, your back arching at the feeling of his tongue. He lets out a grunt when you tug at his brown locks in response to a particularly sharp lick. One of his hands comes up to your thigh, holding you open for him, while his other hand joins his mouth between your legs. When two fingers slide into you and curl just right you realize Matt still seems to know exactly how to toy with your body. He focuses his lips around your clit while his fingers toy with the area inside you that has you whimpering and squirming against him. "M-Matt. Fuck!"

"Come on baby, come for me." He mutters into your clit and between his unrelenting digits thrusting into you and his lips sucking at your clit his request is easily met as your body tenses up and your release washes over you with a drawn out moan. "That's it." Matt muses, working you through the orgasm with his fingers. "You always get so tight after you cum." He groans still pumping his fingers into you while you draw shuddering breaths in an attempt to recover.

"Matthew-" You whimper pulling him up to kiss you. His fingers continue stroking your inner walls, slower now, working you open gently.

"You have no idea how badly I've wished to hold you again since you sent me away." Matt breathes against your lips as he works off the bits of his Daredevil suit.

"I'm sure I have an idea." You mutter back running your fingers against exposed skin once his suit hits the floor. Matt adjusts you on the couch, pulling you towards the edge and standing to line himself up with your entrance.

"Oh you think so?" He clips.

"What? Did you think it was easy for me to send you away like that?" You ask.

"You made it look pretty easy." Matt chooses that moment to finally sink into your heat with a strangled groan. Whatever retort you had in mind dies before you can say it as Matt settles into a rhythm between your legs. His thrusts are sharp and quick, your back arching towards him, chasing the pleasure he's so easily bringing you.

"Oh God Matt!" You groan. Your nails drag down his back and the hiss he lets out tempts you to do it again as he pumps into you steadily. Matt's fingers dip between your bodies and find your clit with ease. He rubs precise circles against the bundle of nerves reducing you to whimpers as the knot in your belly begins to tighten.

"Wanna feel you cum for me sweetness." Matt grunts and with a few more thrusts plus his fingers on your clit you're whining his name as release hits you hard. "That's it." He hums with a satisfied grin before tightening his grip on your hips. His hands tightening against you lets you know he's not far behind and his thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his end.

"Let go Matty. Wanna feel you fill me." You breathe out and the words seem to be the final push he needs, his hips stilling and that familiar warmth spreads through you. You both lay there for a while, the only sound your slowing breaths as you simply enjoy each other's presence.

"So many times I wanted to see you, but I thought you would be angry if I showed my face again." Matt eventually murmurs against your neck where his head is still buried.

"I probably would have. Unless you were going to do what I asked."

"Well if I'd known Fisk was gonna kidnap you even without me in your life I just might have."

"That's what you get for stalking me I guess."

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing. It was Fisk who kidnapped me. Plus you got to rescue me like the hero in a fairytale. All's well."

"Thank heavens for that." He mutters wrapping his arms a little tighter around you. You can't say you expected to find Daredevil back in your life when you first sent him packing, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't thrilled to have him back. On much better terms this time.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil fluff #daredevil angst #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil smut

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theawkwardsiren · 6 months ago

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Toxic - Veneer x F!Reader (angst/fluff) part 5

summary - in this conclusion to the series, Veneer does everything he possibly can to love you up so you don't have to think about what happened. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

warnings - none

a/n: i actually had so much fun writing this series! thank you guys for showing interest in it <3

"You lied to me."

When you were finally ready to pull away, you and Veneer turned to (Random Name). He was rubbing his neck, inching away from Velvet and (Friend's Name), who looked like they weren't done - just taking a break.

"Oh, you really thought I'd let you keep her?" Veneer responded in fake sympathy, clearly mocking him.

Your ex grit his teeth, "You know what? Fine. She's damaged any-"

You cut him off when your palm hit his cheek, the slap causing everyone to fall silent. Velvet looked mildly impressed, (Friend's Name) cheered, and Veneer looked stunned - but also impressed.

"Shut up already."

He didn't get a chance to respond, because the police finally arrived and cuffed him. You watched as they took him away, calm returning.

"Come on, let's go home."

Veneer took your hand and gently led you to the limo he and the two girls had arrived in, making sure you got inside first. He followed suit, sliding in next to you and instantly pulling you onto his lap. You leaned back against his chest and got comfortable as his arms encircled your waist.

And you knew then...you were safe now.

"NO!"

You shot up in bed, eyes wide in terror with cold sweat dripping from your forehead. Beside you, Veneer jerked awake at your exclamation, sleepy but worried.

"Hey, what happened baby?" He pulled you against him, rubbing your back soothingly, "Another nightmare?"

You just swallowed thickly and nodded, leaning into him as you tried to calm yourself down. Images flashed through your mind; his face, laughing at you for thinking you could escape him, his couch, swallowing you whole, the door chained shut. His taunting voice filled your mind again, reminding you of the threat from your nightmare: that he'd be back soon.

"He's gone," Veneer promised you, moving you to lay on top of him so you could listen to his heartbeat - something you found comforting. "He can't - and won't - ever hurt you again."

You knew he was right, and as he held you and whispered promises to keep you safe and other words of comfort, you found yourself slowly calming down. You relaxed into him and buried your face in his neck, your mind and body now only focused on him.

"Thank you."

You were answered with a soft, gentle kiss to your head, "Take as much time as you need, I'll be awake until you fall asleep."

Your lips curled up into a smile at that, and you snuggled against him more comfortably before closing your eyes again. You didn't fall asleep immediately, but it didn't take you long to, because of him.

You woke up to the smell of something burning.

When you turned to tell Veneer, you noticed he wasn't in bed anymore. Or anywhere else in the room. Now you had a sneaking suspicion of what that burning indicated, and you got out of bed.

Smiling all the way, you tried be as quiet as possible while going downstairs to the kitchen. You'd been staying with the twins for a while now, by Veneer's insistence. And before that, you'd come over a lot, so you moved around by instinct now.

Sure enough, Veneer was in the kitchen. As you stood in the doorway, you watched the boy run around the kitchen, trying to get the smoke out and salvage the food he'd been making.

"Is that (favourite food)?"

Veneer jumped three feet in the air at the sudden sound of your voice, turning quickly and trying to hide his failed attempt.

"Hi baby," he smiled nervously, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh you weren't supposed to," you giggled, going over to him. "Wanted to see what my cute boyfriend was up to now. Because I smelled something burning and you weren't in bed."

He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and sighed before speaking, "I was trying to make you breakfast."

You melted at his words, heart swelling with love and adoration for the male singer. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly.

"I really appreciate the thought baby, you're so sweet."

He gave you the cutest little smile at that, becoming proud of himself again, "Really? You're not upset it got ruined?"

"Nope," you grinned, "My amazing boyfriend tried to cook for me even though we all know he can't cook. Frankly, that makes me so so happy. You're so adorable Ven, I honestly think I dreamed you to life."

Your words almost made the boy faint. He was not used to being complimented, and surely never received such high praise ever.

His cheeks turned bright red, "Only the best for you."

You offered to show him how to cook after that, and it was a morning well spent. You both had so much fun, goofing off while making the food and just being the silly teenagers you were. It was more romantic and sweet than any date you've ever been on.

"I think I'm glad I couldn't cook before," he told you as you finished your meal, his smile warm and loving.

"Me too," you mirrored his smile. "I love being with you."

"And even the simplest activities are more fun with you," he agreed.

He spent the entire day with you, putting whatever he had planned on hold. After your nightmare, he was determined to get you to forget it and, hopefully, what happened that caused it.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he had no idea you existed and you were just a fan. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you were dating the boy you'd been fantasising about since he gained fame, the boy who had dozens of girls screaming his name at concerts and wanting to date him.

"Hey babe," you turned to him during the movie you were watching, "What made you decide to answer my DM? You never told me why."

"I thought it was cute how you asked," he admitted, taking your hand and tangling your fingers with his. "i had the day off that day, and you were so cute, I couldn't resist."

You blushed, looking at your intertwined fingers, "Really?"

"Really. And it was the best decision I've ever made."

Your blush darkened and lovestruck smile formed on your lips, "That's so sweet, Ven. I could say the same about sending the DM."

"Yeah?" His smile brightened, "You mean that?"

"Of course I do," you brought his hand up to kiss the back of it, "I mean every sweet, kind thing I say to you. None of the bad ones."

He chuckled, turning to fully face you, "Nothing you could ever say would make me stop loving you." He seemed to then realise what he said, and his eyes went wide as he tried to backtrack, "I-I mean-"

Your own eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. He loved you? For a moment, panic set in because of who last said that to you, but then you looked at his face and remembered who you were with now, and before you knew it you had leaned in to crash your lips against his. You kissed him deeply, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull his head closer. He instantly kissed back, setting his hands gently on your waist as he met each passionate movement of your lips against with equal fervor.

"i love you too," you told him breathlessly as you parted. "So, so much...I was scared to say it at first, but you've shown me that there's nothing to be afraid of. Everything you've done for me recently, especially during that incident, has made me realise what actual love looks like. And it came to me in the form of a sassy, sarcastic but super sweet and talented singer."

Veneer looked like he was about to cry. And maybe he would, because his eyes started glistening seconds after you realised just how much your words impacted him. He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his spindly arms around you, so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. His face met your shoulder a he held you, his words coming out muffled when he spoke.

"Thank you, (Name). That means the world to me..."

You just smiled and held onto him just as tightly, stroking his hair soothingly and pressing featherlight kisses to the top of his head.

"(Nameeeeeee), wake upppp!"

When you opened your eyes the next morning, Veneer's face was right in yours. He was beaming eagerly, his pretty blue eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes baby?" You answered groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"We have to go!"

"Go where?" You slowly sat up, "You said I could sleep in!"

He laughed at your complaint, leaning in to kiss you sweetly, "Well I just found out that the aquarium just finished its renovations and I thought you'd want to go, since you've been talking about it so much."

"Wait, really?" You sat up straighter, sleep leaving you immediately. "We can go?"

"Yes!"

That's all it took for you to get up and out of bed, the sound of Veneer giggling like a kid trailing after you as you rushed into the bathroom.

"You're so cute, babe."

"Hey!" You protested. "That's my line!"

Half an hour later he was driving the two of you to the aquarium, and you were bouncing in your seat with excitement. He chuckled when he saw this, one hand moving from the steering wheel to grip yours.

"Excited?" He teased.

"Very."

You were out of the car the second he stopped, and he had to jog to catch up with you when he finally got out.

But he was happy you were so happy to be here.

"Wait up, princess," he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't leave me behind now." He kissed your shoulder lovingly, making you giggle.

"Sorry, I've just been waiting for this,"

"I know."

Veneer's eyes were mostly on you as you both navigated the aquarium. He was content to just watch how your eyes lit up at the sight of every marine animal, no matter how small. It warmed his heart when you gasped and grabbed his hand and pointed to a sea creature excitedly, babbling facts about it.

"Really? That's amazing babe."

He didn't really know what you said, but he was admiring how happy and eager you looked. He was adoring your enthusiasm, hooked on the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh.

This was how he wanted to keep you - smiling and laughing.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

He snapped out of his reverie when you touched his arm, a strong blush crossing his cheeks, "Nothing, princess. You're just so cute."

With flushed cheeks, you smiled and led him off again.

"Oh, Ven look!" You gasped.

The green-haired singer turned to see what you were gasping at, and was awed by the sight of two dolphins nuzzling each other and displaying what was clearly love an affection for one another.

"That's us!" You smiled, feeling warm inside saying it.

"It sure is."

And then he kissed you. Right then and there. Slow and sweet, enjoying the feeling of your lips moving against his. Revering and worshiping the sweetness of it, letting himself get lost in your enchanting touch. It was just you two in the world at that moment.

And you knew then that you'd be okay. As long as you had Veneer.

#veneer #trolls veneer #veneer x fem!reader #veneer x reader #veneer x you #trolls 3

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ghostofthemost141 · 1 year ago

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Serene

Chapter 2

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.6. Ch.7.

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,200

About: You're on vacation to the beach and you think you're about to die when you're caught in a riptide until an unlikely hero comes to your rescue. Precisely a Scottish man that bores a tail.

!Warnings!: Hint to Assault but nothing graphic

Italics means Third Person POV

Everyone figured that with your most recent incident, you would avoid the ocean at all costs. Or hell even be scared to touch water in general. But imagine everyone’s faces when you told them you were going out for a nightwalk to said beach that you nearly drowned in. Gem and Pixie were the most surprised and even feared for your mental wellbeing when you told them that as you were getting your coat on.

“Dove, are you okay?” Gem asked me.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I ask, feeling very confused.

“You nearly died and now you’re going to go take a walk at the beach you nearly died at?” Pixie frantically asked, getting close to me.

“We figured you would be afraid of water at this point.” Gem added.

“Nope. I am perfectly fine.” I say, trying to reassure them but they weren’t buying it.

“Why do you want to go?” Gem asked me.

Little did they know that you were off to go search for your savior from the other day. There has to be a reason for all of this. Why would Johnny show himself to you? It was tearing you up on the inside and you had to know before you would leave your vacation home and be a five hour drive away from the beach. Not that a five hour drive drive would bother you, but it was a burning question you needed to know now.

“I think I lost my sunglasses in the sand. I want to go look for them.” You lied, feeling said sunglasses in my pocket but I was trying not to make it obvious.

Both Gem and Pixie looked at each other with concern and back to me, as if I was delusional.

“I’ll be back.” I mumbled, hurrying out the front door and slamming it behind me.

You felt irritated now, seeing how your friends were reacting to your action. You know it was out of concern, considering your recent near death experience, but you would at least think your best friends would be supportive. This was the first time they showed some kind of concern since your incident and well frankly, you expected more out of both of them. But no matter. There was only one person you wanted to see. You started your car, put it in reverse, and drove out of the parking lot of y’alls condo, heading straight for the beach. Ever since that day, about a week ago, Johnny’s bright blue eyes have basically haunted your dreams. Everytime you close your eyes, you would see Johnny’s face, beaming a kind smile at you in the water. And you couldn’t forget about that tail of his. That dark, blue scaly tail. You wanted to run your hands over it, just make sure that it was in fact real. Just seeing it that day didn’t make you believe it. You had to feel it, touch it with your hands. Just the thought of you doing that had your foot pressing down on the pedal, nearly causing you to break the speed limit. Your heart raced as you parked your car near where Johnny resurrected you at. You didn’t even think you would see him and yet here you are, determined to make it happen. You stepped out of your car. You anticipated it to be dark outside, considering there are no street lights on a beach, so you brought your strobe light, making sure it was turtle safe for the many turtles you had already seen during your stay here. You started your venter down the sand, lighting your way and making sure you were treading lightly to avoid stepping on any creatures. You took notice of a familiar bolder that was there on that fateful day. That bolder is the reason nobody saw Johnny. Nobody but you. You passed the boulder immediately, taking notice of something shiny in the sand. It was small but reflected a blue hue when your flashlight reflected it. You bent down and grabbed it. It was a scale. And you knew who it belonged to. Who else would have scales with a dark blue color?

“Are you there?” I called out, scanning the water and near me.

Nothing. And yet you kept rubbing your thumb over the scale, hoping what you saw that day was real. That Johnny was real and not a near death hallucination.

“I don’t want any trouble, I promise, I just..”

You paused. You didn’t really know why you were here. What was the point of you coming here? You should’ve just let it go and went on with your life. But you couldn’t. No. You just couldn’t.

“I want to see that you are real. I won’t tell, I promise. Please, Johnny.”

You call out to him, hoping to hear a recurring splashing in the water or a flop into the sand but nothing. Nothing happened. It was then that you felt stupid, standing out here on the beach in the pitch dark, flashing your stroble light around looking for something that doesn’t even exist.

“Whatever.” I mumbled, feeling the stupidity settle in.

You turned and started walking back to your car. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-

“What in the bloody Jesus are you doin’ out ‘ere?”

You whipped around, shining your light towards where you heard the voice. And there he was. In all of his handsome glory. Propped up on the boulder was Johnny. You felt stunned, frozen in place seeing Johnny there, confirming that he was indeed real.

“I uh..” I stuttered, feeling the shock slowly wear off, “I wanted to thank you. For saving my life.”

“I mean I wasn’t gonna let ya drown.” Johnny smirked, sitting upright on top of the boulder, his tail resting gracefully over the side.

“I-I know..I just couldn’t believe you were real. That you are real.” I say, catching glances at his tail.

“You’re the first person to know about meh.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, stepping closer to him, as if his eyes were hypnotizing me to do that.

“Just intuition is all.” Johnny said, eyeing me.

I smiled back, trying not to make it awkward with my noticeable staring but I frankly couldn’t help it.

“How long have you been around here for?” I asked, sitting down next to him.

“A long time, lass.”

“Have you always been a mermaid?” I ask, immediately feeling bad as I felt I was being invasive, “s-sorry.”

Johnny wasn’t offended nor annoyed by your questions. He has never had someone ask of him and get to know him like this. He also felt something he hasn’t felt in a long time from another human. Trust.

“It’s alright, but no. I was once human.” Johnny admitted, looking at me with those bright blue eyes of his. .

He took the opportunity to admire you. It was as if everything about you was perfect, your flowy hair, your beautiful colored eyes, your shiny skin, even with the spotlight pointed towards y’all, he could tell how beautiful you are. It made his heart race.

“You were turned into a mermaid?” I asked, with so much curiosity.

“Yea’. I was a kid and I was in the water and ended up drowning.” Johnny started.

“Oh.” I said.

“But I was saved, just like I saved you, by another mermaid. He was my age. Since then we have traveled far and wide over the world, settling here for the last couple of years.”

“Are you and the boy still friends?” I ask, hearing the existence of yet another mermaid.

“Bloody hell yes. We do just about everythin’ together. He would be pissed off if he knew what I was doing right now.” Johnny jokes, but I instantly felt bad.

“Oh, should I go then?”

“No, lass. I was only kiddin’. I don’t care what that bloody idiot thinks.” Johnny jokes once again, this time making you laugh.

You were completely smitten with Johnny, even though this was only your second time seeing him. He was handsome, and very fit for a mermaid.

“I don’t mean to be ‘like that’, but if you’re a mermaid then how do you stay so fit?”

“Oh I see.” Johnny smirked upon hearing my question.

Johnny raised his outside arm up and flexed his muscles, making a deep blush form on your face.

“You like that, Dove?” Johnny half joked, flexing some more.

“Stop that.” I shoved him jokingly to make him stop.

Johnny just laughed in response, knowing damn well he did it to make me flustered.

“Are you always this flirty with every woman you meet?”

“Nah, just ones that are actually nice to me.” Johnny commented softly.

“People were mean to you?” I ask, returning the same tone.

Johnny held his head down.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“No, no it’s alright, lass.” Johnny reassured you with a beaming smile.

He knew you didn’t mean anything bad about your question. You were just curious, which is something he wasn’t used to.

“You see, if I need to come up to the surface, I can turn into a human. I just have to be out of the water for a certain amount of time. And well, I have met some gals, not now a while ago, and of course they want me to come back to their house and..they take me shirt off and see..” Johnny paused, looking down.

I knew what he was referring to. His gills on his sides. I could connect that even though he turns human, his gills don’t go away.

“They get disgusted, not even scared, and run away, all while cussin’ me out. For something I can’t control. I try and stop them ya know? But they keep pushin’ and pushin’ me and then they see me gills and that’s the end of that.” Johnny added.

“That’s their fault, Johnny. Not yours. They pushed your boundaries, even when you told them no. Besides, even if you told them no because of your gills, they should’ve listened to you when you told them no.” I sternly said, only to get my point across.

Johnny felt his heart racing hearing you say those words to him. You were indeed the first human he has ever met to actually be this nice and kind to you. In the back of his head, he felt you had to be nice to him due to the fact that he did save your life but he knew this was out of genuineness.

“Thank you, Dove. You’re the first person I have ever told that.” Johnny confessed.

“I’ll keep it in me heart.” I said with my best Scottish accent, making Johnny laugh.

Johnny knew he could trust you, he just could feel it in his heart that he could trust you.

“I best be going.” Johnny said.

“Oh, leaving already?”

“Yeah before my lad gets concerned on where I’m at.” Johnny said, “do you live around here?”

“No, I live about five hours West.”

“Towards Louisiana?”

“Yep. We are vacationing here and are leaving tomorrow.” You answer.

Johnny pursed his lips for a second before turning back to you.

“In New Orleens?”

“You got it.” I nod.

Johnny chuckled, leaning in close to you.

“I’ll just have to come up there then. When are you bound to be back?”

“Hopefully by tomorrow night.”

Johnny stared at you, sending chills down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel your heart start racing. Johnny then leaned in and connected his lips onto your temple. His lips remained there for a full three seconds before pulling away with a ‘smooch’ noise. You didn’t understand why he did that, but you liked it.

“I’ll see ya den, Dove.” Johnny said as he lifted himself up with his arms and launched himself off the boulder, and into the water, making a splash of water land on you.

“AH! You dick!” You cursed jokingly, hearing the Scot’s laugh.

“Sorry, bonnie.”

“You’re fine.” I laughed, seeing Johnny’s head bobbing out of the water.

I didn’t want him to leave but I knew he had to. His blue eyes pierced into mine, feeling my heart race rapidly.

“When do you want me to meet you?” Johnny asked.

“As soon as possible.” You wink at him.

“Meet me there in two days, same time as tonight.”

You made note of that in your mind.

“I’ll see you then, Johnny.”

“See you then, Dove.”

And with that Johnny dove under the water, his big tail rising up and splashing back into the water and he was gone. You were left alone with the sound of the calm waves crashing into the sand and boulder that was next to you. You were enhanced by Johnny and for a very good reason. Not only was he a mythical creature that your eight year old self would have been gleaming for, but he was also very charming, handsome and kind. Kinder than most men you have met in your lifetime. You left the beach and started your drive back to your condo, already super excited to see Johnny again back in your hometown.

TO BE CONTINUED..

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Tension Release (M) Chapter 3 - Baby Steps

sorry for the long wait i wanted this to be as juicy as can be. it’s a little on the shorter side but trust me it gets the job done *wink wink*

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Word Count: approx. 7.3k Pairing: fem reader jeno || fem reader x husband Warning(s): mature audiences only, 18+, explicit language, slow-paced, storytelling, cheating, infidelity, smut, sex, oral (fem receiving), grinding, unprotected sex, consensual relations Preview: “So she’s doing okay right now?” “She just got into the tub right before you came home.” Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on high alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to slowly go from friendly to furious. “I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘and no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.” “To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.” Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes and listen to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

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Sweat trails down the side of your face. Your hair sticks to the back of your neck while your head swings around like a bobble head. Legs spread open, clothes tossed to the ground; Jeno rubs over your pulsing clit while he drives his cock deep into your soaking wet cunt. Not able to speak let alone breathe your mouth hangs open, drool dripping down to your chin.

“Feel good, baby?” Jeno grunts. Doing your best to nod and confirm he stares at you a smirk permanently etched onto his gorgeous face. “What’s wrong? Too fucked out to speak?”

Again you nod. How you got here is still a complete blur to you. The last thing you remember before feeling Jeno slide his massive cock into your tight pussy is him declaring he wanted to fuck you. The kissing, rubbing and fingering of your cunt that followed after is all foggy.

The only memory you’re clear on is Jeno grabbing the pillows to protect your back before sliding ever so gently into you — both of you groaning at the extremely snug fit.

“Gosh your pussy is so tight.” Jeno leans forward onto his arms giving you a beautiful view of his lean muscles. “How the fuck are you married and your pussy is still this tight?” He growls while slamming his pelvis into yours the force ricocheting through your entire body.

At first Jeno went slow, easing his cock into you. It took a good five minutes until he could slide in past the hilt. When he stated he wanted to give you a good fucking before Matthew came home you figured a pretty basic vanilla scenario. His lips trailing down your body lovingly, the sweet gazes you two would share when he massages your breasts in his palms. All of this leading up to him entering you – moans filling the room as you both reach your climaxes.

Instead what you got was a deep hard fuck. Kindly, Jeno gave you enough time to adjust to his size, rocking his hips into yours gently. As time passed his thrusts grew stronger. The look in his eyes darker and when you begged him to fuck you harder — he delivered, and then some.

“F-Feels good!” You croak out as another powerful thrust takes your breath away.

“Been awhile since someone was this deep in your pussy, huh?” He snickers.

Holding onto his forearms your eyes pop open wide when a particular thrust rubs you just the right way.

“Aga…in!!” You try to shout but the intensity of his cock slamming into you makes it hard for you to speak.

“What was that baby?” Once again Jeno angles his hips and drives himself balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck! There!” You scream.

With a devilish smirk Jeno slams into you again and again. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your arms that were barely keeping you up slowly start to slide down onto the quilt until your back is pressed firmly against it. Voice hoarse from moaning you clench around Jeno’s cock when he hits your g-spot again.

“Shit!” Jeno curses.

“Don’t…stop…” you reach up to him. “Please don’t stop!”

Leaning down into your arms, Jeno curls his hips into yours. Wrapping your arms around him you cling to him for dear life. Smacking into you again and again he builds up the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Screaming into the crook of his neck your walls clench around him. Nails digging into Jeno’s back you leave behind mark after mark of your presence on his skin.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you start chanting.

Growling, Jeno bites down onto your shoulder, his own climax charging forward. “Fuck!!” He pulls away to crash his lips onto yours. “Come for me baby,” he bites your bottom lip. “Come all over my cock.”

“Jeno!!!” You cry out your body burning in the flames of passion.

Your walls constrict around Jeno’s massive length. Long gone is the feeling of guilt for having kissed Jeno yesterday. Gone is the uncertainty of the conversation you had with Roz last night about your possible feelings for Jeno. And for certain, long gone is any thought of your husband. The only thought is reaching your climax and soaking Jeno’s cock in your juices.

Toes curling, and body quaking your breathing becomes ragged. A long forgotten pressure building in your lower stomach has your breath hitching in the back of your throat. Eyes rolling into the back of your head your arms scramble to wrap around Jeno’s shoulders when one final thrust sends you over the edge.

“FUCK!!!” You scream.

“Shit! Shit!!” Jeno tries to maintain his pace while you push against his cock — soaking him in your juices. “Ahhh fuck!” He roars.

Hips still slamming into yours Jeno presses his body down onto you when he feels you starting to twist around from your climax. Trying to keep you from hurting yourself more he slows his pace as you ride out your orgasm.

“I can’t wait until your back is better.” He starts to chuckle but grunts trying to hold out for a little longer.

“What…makes you…” you try to speak but your body quivers beneath him. “Think…there’ll be a second time?” You ask cheekily.

Raising himself up Jeno gazes down at you. Eyes dark with lust, lips swollen from the intensity of your kisses. Hair drenched in sweat, the most alluring look comes to his face. Half cocky as if saying ‘the way you just came on my dick is proof enough you’ll be back,’ the other filled with hope that this won’t be just a one-time thing.

“Like I said before,” he thrusts his cock deep inside of you, taking your breath away once more. “Everything,” he slams into you again. “Is up,” he pulls out farther this time making you whimper. “To you...”

Slamming down into you as if he’s going to destroy your cunt your body curls under him. There is no way in hell you’ll ever be able to go back to how things were. The temptation far too grand to say no.

Speeding up again he drills himself inside you like a piston. No longer worried about getting you off, Jeno thinks of his release and his release only. Your nails drag across his back more as he uses you as his personal fuck doll.

“I’m gonna…” Jeno grunts. “Fuck! Your pussy feels so good.”

“Come inside me,” you whimper beneath him.

“Wh-What?!” Jeno stumbles in his rhythm but quickly finds it again.

“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He grunts as the feeling to fill you up to the brim draws closer.

“Yes!” You nibble on his ear. “Fill me up with your come.”

With the most powerful thrusts of his hips so far, Jeno slams into you. Drilling his cock deep inside of you the rhythm he had set becomes erratic. His breathing increases, his skin turning a bright pink. His hair sticks to his forehead as sweat drips down onto your skin.

“Shit!!! F-Fuck! I’m going to…Ahhhh fuck!” He slams hard into you painting your inner walls white with his come.

Clenching around him you milk him of every last drop. He sputters, hips moving slowly releasing ever last bit of his come inside of you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head he collapses into your arms, taking a moment to collect himself.

Giggling you kiss Jeno repeatedly on his cheek. Your hand wrapping around his neck, running through his sweat drenched hair your pussy pulsating around him.

“There will be a second time,” you whisper. Scoffing Jeno goes to move off of you. “No! Not yet!”

“It was that good?” He snickers.

“Fantastic!”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, but I’m sure I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Not like I wasn’t expecting that already.”

Lifting himself up to look you in the eyes, Jeno places a kiss on your forehead, nose, and then your cheek. “I’ll be sure to work out any soreness you have tomorrow.”

Smiling up at him lovingly a giggle leaves you. “Thank you, Jeno.”

Holding back a laugh he raises a brow. “Are you seriously thanking me for what did you say again… ‘fucking you into the mattress?’”

“Yes!” You laugh. “I’m thanking you for fucking me into the mattress, but also…for being nice to me. I know this isn’t the most ideal situation and if it was different maybe we could actually be togeth —”

Quickly stopping you with a kiss, Jeno shakes his head. “Let’s not go there, okay?”

“But I feel bad…”

“Don’t feel bad at all. I’m choosing to do this. Trust me… I just had the best fuck of my life. It only makes me hope I didn’t do too much damage to you that it’ll prolong your stay here.”

“Why? You want to fuck me outside of my house?”

Nipping your neck Jeno whispers against your ear. “Yes I do actually. Anywhere and everywhere we possibly can.”

Opening the fridge Jeno gets out a can of Cola like you requested. Upstairs soaking in nice warm bath you wait for his return. Having stated you needed to get the smell of sex off of you so Matthew doesn’t notice. Licking his lips he smiles at the taste of your sweet cunt that still lingers. After all this time, after all the years of hearing story after story and seeing picture after picture of you he not only had the chance to meet you, but to taste and fuck you. All those years falling for someone he thought he’d never meet, yet here you are upstairs hoping a warm bath will relieve your aching muscles that got twisted up because of him.

And, like a fool he’s starting to fall for you especially after the mind blowing sex you just had. Walking a thin line already he pours some soda for you as well as himself in two glasses.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” He asks himself.

Just then the front door opens alarming him. “Hello? Sweetheart! Jeno?!” Your husband calls out.

“Great…” Jeno rolls his eyes. “Uhh…Matthew?” He calls already dreading the hopefully small conversation he’ll have with your husband before taking his leave.

Footsteps sound behind him and with one final deep breath, Jeno puts on his biggest and most innocent smile. “Ah! Jeno! There you are!” Matthew grins.

“Hi, how was your morning?”

“The service went on without a hitch, though everyone missed their beautiful greeter today. They send their wishes and prayers for a speedy recovery.”

“That’s awfully nice of everyone.”

“Yeah, the people in this town are amazing once you get to know them. We care for each other and worry about each other. It’s like one huge family here. Today I think it hit everyone at how much she does. I know she doesn’t think she does much but a friendly smile and talking to our patrons is a job only she can do. She makes everyone feel at home in the church. She’s an amazing woman. It felt weird not having her there today. Even I’ve grown used to her being around,” he chuckles taking a seat at the small table you two have in your kitchen.

“And the picnic?”

“I hated every second of it,” Matthew runs a hand through his curly brown locks. “It was super awkward. You would think after all these years I’d be able to hold conversations with people like I am with you but it was difficult. Normally I hang around our families and when my mom gives me the look, I make my rounds making sure everyone is okay, but holding conversations well, that’s my wife’s specialty. I didn’t realize how much she leads them.” Motioning towards the chair Matthew smiles, “please sit.”

Nodding Jeno joins him. “Sometimes it takes an absence in order for us to recognize what we had beforehand.”

“You’re absolutely right. She’s truly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Feeling like he’s just been stabbed in the gut Jeno chugs down some of his drink.

“Oh, like my wife requested,” Matthew continues. “Here is some food for you.” He slides a bag over to Jeno. “And I made sure to grab two slices of her mom’s apple pie. Trust me you’re going to like it. I suggest having the second slice with some ice cream.”

“Thank you…” Jeno marvels at Matthew’s kindness. “You really didn’t need to go through all this extra trouble.”

“Nonsense. My wife requested it, plus, you need to eat too. Speaking of my wife, how is she?”

“Well, this morning she was a little miffed. She didn’t really talk much but after some breakfast she seemed to cheer up.”

Nodding, Matthew slides down in his chair. “That is probably my fault. We got into a heated argument and I left without telling her.”

“She said.”

Glancing up Matthew eyes Jeno closely, “she told you what happened?”

“Not in so many words. However she was confused to see me outside the door when she came out of the bathroom. She just said you could have told her you left already.”

“I’m a jerk aren’t I?” Matthew lowers his head to the table.

“I wouldn’t say that. Couples fight. It’s natural.”

“Yes, but what man leaves his wife who can’t walk stuck in the bathroom?”

“She wasn’t alone,” Jeno tries to make him feel better about the situation. “I got her in bed safely and she ate a hearty breakfast. She’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing to feel guilty about.” He lies.

Honestly, what he wants to tell Matthew is that he’s a mega asshole. What man does leave his wife who can’t walk right in the bathroom hoping that the person who’s hired to help her will just pick up where he left off! He should have saw that you were in bed safely. The congregation could have waited a few minutes before starting. It’s not like there was anywhere to go and with what Roz has told Jeno about this town – your whereabouts and condition were probably known by now, they would have understood.

Not to mention, what husband leaves his wife without making sure she’s fed. You can’t get to the bathroom right outside of the room you’re staying in without help. How did he expect you to eat? Just because the two of you had a fight does not give him the right to leave you the way he did.

Inhaling slowly, Jeno takes another sip of the cold beverage to calm him down before he says something he’ll surely regret.

“I wish I could believe you but this whole mess is my fault. If I had been a better husband she wouldn’t have been so angry and she wouldn’t have worked herself so hard.”

“Don’t give yourself so much credit. She told me she was angry at me and that’s one reason she was working herself to death.”

“Angry at you? Why?”

“Well, I mean…” fuck…Jeno groans internally. The last thing he wanted was to discuss anything that happens between you and him to your husband. Just had to open your mouth didn’t you? He asks himself.

“I kind of ran away from her,” he says honestly. “I’m not used to having such close contact with women. I mean no one outside of the family that is. I was always at the gym and at practice trying to get ready for drafts but then everything changed when I got injured. I kept myself locked away inside my house until I couldn’t take it anymore and came here. Your wife welcomed me with open arms, literally.” Jeno chuckles. “It was a lot to take in all at once. Getting used to a new country, a new town, new people, and new ways of expression. So…I ran...”

Matthew throws his head back laughing. “Oh my! I can already see her face. One thing you need to know and always remember about her is when she’s mad don’t press. She might be sweet and kind but when she’s angry she can make a grown man cry.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So she’s doing okay right now?”

“She just got into the tub right before you came home.”

Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on full alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to go from friendly to furious.

“I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.”

“To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.”

Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes in regards to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s been going on? Man to man.”

Glancing up Matthew doesn’t say a word. He just stares at Jeno looking him over. Lips in a hard line, eyes distant and lost — even though Jeno doesn’t care at all about the reason behind whatever is going on between you and Matthew the look on your husbands face tells him this goes much deeper than even you could fathom. Whatever is going on with him he’s sure not even Matthew knows the real reason.

“What do you mean?” Matthew asks but each word is crisp as if saying how the hell do you know?

“Your wife mentioned that things have been a little tense. She kind of talks a lot when getting a massage. I wasn’t going to bring it up but I’m worried it’s affecting her overall health. Any pent of stress can wreak havoc on one’s body. I just want to make sure that everything is okay and if possible maybe I can help with whatever is going on between the two of you. That is only if you’re okay with it.”

Speaking half-truth and half lies, Jeno keeps his composure calm and welcoming. Hoping that Matthew will reveal a little snippet of what is going on with him. Truthfully, if he finds anything out he has no intention of telling you – just like he has no intention of telling Matthew everything that the two of you discuss.

“I’m not sure what’s going on with me.” Matthew exhales. “I’ve been telling her its stress which it is, but there’s something else that’s wrong with me. I feel broken.”

“Broken?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Jeno gulps nervously. “Wh-What?”

“My wife, do you think she’s beautiful?”

“We-Well I mean…” Chuckling he turns away his heart racing. Yes, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen you dumb piece of shi – “Matthew I can’t answer this question…”

“Yes you can. It’s okay if you find her beautiful. I won’t be upset.”

Waving him off Jeno snickers. “And if I did say she is beautiful you’d chew my ass out for saying she was. No sir, not falling into that trap.”

“It’s not a trap. I’m being serious. Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Avoiding all eye contact with your husband Jeno shrugs. “Well, I mean she’s not ugly if that’s what you’re asking.”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Even when we were still in school she was beautiful. She has this softness and warmness about her that, I don’t know how to put it — she settled my soul. I’ve always been the nerd, the dork, the church boy, the freak, but she never cared. She always treated me with kindness and respect.

“When I finally got the nerve to ask her out after our Bible study class, I thought I was dreaming when she said yes. Then, when she said yes to marrying me, I almost passed out. She is the very air I breathe. Yet…” his voice starts to fade and he becomes quiet as a mouse.

“Yet?”

“I feel broken. The physical neediness isn’t there at all. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve always been conservative, yes, but this feeling…I don’t know what it is. I’m beyond attracted to her. I have I have no problem getting ready, if you know what I mean. It’s just the very idea of having relations with her makes me feel dirty. I worship the very ground she walks on, still…”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Jeno interjects.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks face red as a tomato.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”

“I could never!” Matthew leans back in his seat. “She…she…”

“Is a woman with needs. Have you asked her what all she wants to do with you sexually? Have you talked about what you want to do with her sexually? Yes, you’re a pastor but you’re still a man just like the rest of us. You can still be a man of God while having the best sex of your life with your wife.”

Thinking on what Jeno states about what he wants in your sexual life Matthew leans back in his seat. His eyes brows knitted together, lips in a deep frown while he mumbles, “what do I want?”

“Yes, what is it that you want? Do you want to have a picture perfect life from the outside while it’s being torn apart by indifference on the inside or do you want something else?”

“I…I…”

“Jeno!!!” Both you and your husband jump at the sound of your voice. “Jeno?! Did I hear the door open?”

Rushing out of his seat Matthew runs to the bottom of the steps. “Sweetheart, it was me. Do you need help?”

“Uhh, yes please.”

“I’ll be right up.”

Figuring this is his cue to leave Jeno rises from the chair, grabs the doggie bag Matthew brought for him and heads out to the living room. Doing as you wished he talked to Matthew and hopefully will get some kind of balling rolling. Though in the deepest part of his heart he hopes it’s in his favor.

“Jeno,” Matthew whispers seeing Jeno ready to leave.

“No worries, I’m off.”

“About what I was saying,” Matthew wobbles back and forth. “Please, keep this between us.”

“Of course, I will,” Jeno smiles. “Plus, who would I tell anyway? I’m the new guy.” He chuckles. “Tell her I said bye and I hope the bath helped her. Tomorrow I was thinking of giving her a proper massage. There’s this new technique I’ve read about that’s supposed to get down into the muscles themselves better than just glossing over them aimlessly.”

“Will it hurt her?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Jeno shrugs. “If I do it right it shouldn’t hurt at all but feel relaxing and loosen up her muscles enough to have her moving around. We need to get her up and out of bed.”

“Oh, okay. I will.” Jeno turns to the door when Matthew stops him. “Jeno,” he calls out to him. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for us. We barely know you and yet…”

Shaking his head Jeno smiles softly. “Your wife’s family to Roz which means she’s family to me too. Family helps each other out when they’re in need. Also, if you ever need someone to talk to you know, man to man, I’m here to lend an ear too. Your wife’s told me how hard it is around here. People treating her less like a person because they’re afraid of what she’ll think of them. I can’t imagine how someone in your position feels.

“Yes, you’re they’re to relieve them of their sins and guilt but is there someone that you can turn to when you’re in need? I hope overtime you can lean on me for this.”

Reaching in Matthew gives Jeno a quick hug. “Thank you, for everything.”

“No problem.”

Walking out the door, Jeno let’s out the biggest exhale of his life. Scoffing he kicks a rock down the street before glancing back at your house.

“I hope you’re happy…” he grumbles to your home looking up at the window to the guest room.

Sighing, he shuffles away playing everything that happened today in his head again and again.

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Struggling to stand up to put a fresh pair of underwear on, Matthew walks into the room and almost rushes back out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t —”

“Matthew,” you sigh. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” You hold out your hand. “A little help, please.”

“O-Of…Of course!” He rushes over wrapping an arm around your waist so you can stand up.

“Thanks.”

“Jeno told me you felt like a bath would help you. Did it?”

“Well I do feel cleaner and the water did relax me until it got too cold to bear. Can you pull up my panties for me?” You ask bashfully.

This is one sentence you never thought you’d say to your husband. Well, at least not for a long time when you’re in an old folks home together.

Bending down, Matthew’s eyes glance at your puffy beautiful outer folds. Quickly averting his gaze he lowers himself to his haunches grabbing the elastic of your underwear. Just as he was about to pull them up, Jeno’s words fill his mind.

‘“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”’

Gulping, Matthew once again looks at your nether region, his mind racing wondering if what Jeno said is true. He wouldn’t lie to him, right? Jeno is a trustworthy upstanding man. He said it himself that you’re family to him. Family would never hurt family!

“Sweetheart,” Matthew whispers.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit back down on the bed for me?”

“Matthew you just helped me to stand up, what do you mean sit back on the — AHHHHH!!!”

A loud moan comes from deep in your throat. Something wet and soft wiggling it’s way past your outer lips to your clit. Looking down, Matthew’s hands grip your thighs, his face bright red with a look in his eyes you haven’t seen at all, lust.

“Sit back for me, okay?” He whispers.

“Math-Matthew! What are you doing?!” You tremble your body sprinkled in goosebumps.

“I want to do something for you that I should have done a long time ago.”

“N-Now?!” You shriek.

“Please, before I lose my nerve to do it,” he begs.

“O-Okay…”

Holding onto his shoulders you do your best to sit down without hurting your back. Honestly, after the incredible fuck that Jeno gave you, your muscles are feeling better and screaming for dear life at the same time. Why did it have to be today of all days for Matthew decided to gain some courage and do this is for you?

Sitting down on the bed, Matthew grabs hold of your legs. “Lean back I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Matthew really is this —”

Pulling you closer to him, Matthew reaches up placing a single kiss on your lips. “I want to make my wife feel better,” he mumbles against your lips. “I also want to apologize for being a jerk to you this morning. I shouldn’t have left without telling you. I’m sorry I let my frustration get the best of me.”

“Babe, really,” your heart breaks a little. “I’m not mad, okay?”

“I want to show you that there is no toy out there that can please you like I can.” His face starts to turn an even brighter pink the more he talks.

Holding back a giggle you do as instructed. With Matthew’s assistance your back comfortably rests on the mattress. “I didn’t really mean that I was going to get a toy, Matthew.”

“Thou shalt not lie,” he quirks a brow at you. “We both know who would have gotten one for you.”

Giggling you hide your face. “Only if I told her.”

“Don’t ever tell her,” Matthew lowers himself to your pussy again. “Let me be the one to take care of my wife.”

Biting your bottom lip a wave of guilt starts to creep over you. ‘Let me be the one to take care of my wife.’ If only he had said this before your tryst with Jeno. If only he didn’t push you away time and time again the incredibly mind blowing fuck Jeno gave you would have never happened. But of course like your father always says ‘if ifs and ands were pots and pans the world would be a kitchen and we’d all be chefs.’ You can’t change the past. What’s done is done.

Spreading your legs for him to sit comfortably between them, Matthew places gentle kisses on your inner thighs. Your body despite feeling guilty once again starts to come alive at the feeling of his lips getting closer and closer to your waiting core. It’s crazy! Jeno fucked the very life out of you, and yet here you are ready for another round. Is this what every other person experiences? To have someone desire you and want you that they — if it were one single person, can go for multiple rounds?

Placing a single kiss at the top of your mound Matthew sticks out his tongue, presses against your outer lips and just like when you were standing his tongue slides between your puffy outer folds and up against your clit. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as he finally, after five long excruciating years tastes you.

Reaching down you run your hand through his curly locks. Pleading with him to keep going. No way in hell are you going to tell him to stop. Moving closer to you, Matthew spreads your legs wider. Adjusting slightly you sit up on your arms just as you did when Jeno was pounding into you.

“D-Does it feel good?” Matthew asks.

“Yes, baby, it does. Please don’t stop.”

Growing bolder, Matthew spreads your pussy lips apart focusing on your clit. Swirling his tongue around with knowledge you didn’t know he possessed he has you falling back onto your back, the feeling far too good to withstand.

“Shit~” you purr. “Yes, baby!!”

Feeling him smile against you, Matthew suckles on your clit as if it were your breasts. Heat spreads across your skin quickly. Your breathing becomes ragged. Pulling away with a slight tug of your clit, he starts focusing everywhere he can. Kissing your outer lips, sliding his tongue from your entrance to your sensitive nub. Sucking, slurping, going to town on your soaking cunt like it’s his mother fucking job!

Grabbing hold of your breasts you start massaging them, pinching and twisting your nipples. Crying out like a wanton whore, you could care less if anyone hears your cries. This is a moment that is long overdue.

“You taste…good…” Matthew chuckles.

“I’d sure hope so…”

“I, umm, I like this…” he admits licking a stripe from your entrance to your pulsating nub.

“You do?” Your question comes out in a moan.

Humming against your clit Matthew goes back to suckling on it. The familiar pressure of your orgasm starting to build. Sliding your fingers through Matthew’s hair you grip a chunk of it keeping his head in place.

“Keep going, baby…”

Matthew grips your hips and dives deeper into your soaking cunt. A low groan emitting from you the moment he slurps your already leaking cunt. Trembles rack through you like an earthquake.

“More! More!” You cry out. “Fuck, Matthew!!!” You scream.

His tongue goes wild from your entrance to your clit and the unholy noises he’s making has you going over the edge in such a powerful orgasm you start lifting your hips from the bed despite your sore back.

“Yes!!! There!!! There!!! FUCK I’M COMING!!!” You shout.

Swiftly Matthew wraps his arms around you the moment you start jerking around. Holding you still he lapse up your slick. Toes curling you continue to moan but your voice becomes hoarse. Intense gasps burn your lungs as the best orgasm of your life starts to dissipate.

“Gentle, baby…” you giggle still feeling Matthew’s tongue on your pulsating clit.

Giving your swollen nub a few more licks and a kiss Matthew sits up his face glistening with your slick covering his lips and chin.

“Kiss me! Kiss me!” You plead. Just when Matthew is about to wipe your wetness from him you shout for him to stop. “Just come here baby,” you hold out your arms.

Matthew gets up from the floor and crawls on top of you, his arms holding him above you. Grabbing him by the neck you yank him down your tongue lapping up all of your juices from his face. Cleaning him off you relish in the taste of your wetness on him.

Slamming your lips against his, Matthew almost collapses on top of you. Your mouth moves across his hungrily. Never before have you felt so attracted to him than right now. The fact that he actually ate you out and it was heavenly hopefully means that you’ll be able to get a far better fucking from him.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, a grunt emitting from his throat. Placing more of his weight on you, your arms wrap around him. There was no need to fight for dominance with the kiss, you have Matthew wrapped around your finger. His breathing ragged, heartbeat going crazy underneath your palm around his neck — there is also the clear boner he’s sporting rubbing against you. With just a bit more time you know you can have him coming undone in more ways than one.

“Matthew,” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm?” He moans.

“Get on your back, okay?”

Pulling away from you he stares down face bright red with pink swollen lips. Eyeing you suspiciously you give him a nod to do as you say. Rolling over onto his back you bravely roll onto your side only feeling the slightest twinge of your back.

“Take off your clothes,” you instruct.

“WHAT?!” His eyes fly open.

“Don’t worry baby,” you press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “We’re not going to have sex.”

His eyes soften quickly but in the back of those beautiful baby blues of his you see the smallest sign of disappointment. Listening to what Matthew wants you’re not going to push him into having sex with you. Yes, you’re a desperate whore right now who wants to be fucked brainless just like earlier with Jeno, but whatever Matthew is going through, he needs to figure that out on his own.

“Wh-Why do I need to take off my clothes?”

“Do you want your nice church clothes to get sullied with both of our come?”

“WHAT?!” He shouts.

“Trust me, Matthew. Okay?”

Gulping deeply he stares at you weighing his odds. What you have in mind will hopefully give Matthew encouragement to figure out what’s going on with him a lot sooner than expected.

Sighing, he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and slides them off his body. Your bottom lip gets snagged by your teeth as his massive boner comes into view. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, you watch him submit to your demand.

Sitting up, Matthew starts to unbutton his button down shirt before discarding it onto the floor with his pants. Glancing your way you urge him to continue. Closing his eyes he takes off his tank, socks, and somehow either through pure curiosity, guilt, lust — whatever it may be, he pulls down his briefs, his cock on full display and in desperate need of attention.

“Spit on your palm,” you tell him.

“Eh?!”

“What?” You giggle. “We need you nice and slicked up for me.”

“Y-You want me to…to…”

“Touch yourself?” You ask and he nods. “Just for a bit. I would love to suck you off but that will have to wait when my back feels better and when you actually want me to touch you. I’m not in the mood to be pushed away again.”

“About that I —”

Cutting him off with a kiss you smile gently. “I told you I would wait for whatever is going on with you to end, but right now…after what you did for me; I need to return the favor to you. So, please, get that massive cock of yours nice and wet for me, will you?” You peck him on the lips.

Startled by the redness of Matthew’s face you’re two seconds from rolling over to grab your phone in case he passes out. His ears, cheeks, neck, and chest all bright red. Yet…he brings his hand up to his mouth, lets his saliva drip into his palm and with creased brows he wraps his hand around his cock.

“Ahhhhh!!!” He involuntarily moans.

This time it’s you who gulps loudly. Though he’s just started, watching Matthew slide his hand up and down his length is quite… sexy…

“H-How long?!” Matthew whimpers.

Snapping back to reality, you turn your gaze to his eyes. Huge mistake. His eyes are glazed over, bottom lip being snarled by his teeth as his heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS MAN?!

“A-A little longer.”

Still being a good boy, Matthew continues to stroke his cock. Your heart pounds in your chest. Almost ready to explode as his hips buck up into his palm.

“O-Okay…” you place a hand on his chest. “Move your hand sweetie.”

With one final stroke, Matthew removes his hand from his cock and you not so swiftly clamber on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Babe!!” Matthew holds onto your waist. “Your back!”

Wincing in discomfort you shake your head. “I’m good, don’t worry.”

“No you’re not. Whatever you were thinking sto— Ahhhhhh!!!”

With a small grind of your hip into his, Matthew quickly stops talking, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Since you’re not ready to fuck me, I figured this would hopefully help you see how much I want you,” you lower yourself on top of him. “How much I need you,” you kiss him gently.

“Mmmmm!!!” He whimpers against your lips as you slowly move your swollen clit against his cock.

“Shit…” you whisper against his lips. “This shouldn’t feel so good,” you chuckle.

Wrapping his arms around you, Matthew holds you steady in his arms. Moving your hips against him slowly you lull him into your own lustful bliss. Squelching sounds of your pussy on his dick mix with the soft moans coming from both of you. Though this is supposed to be about Matthew’s release, you’re definitely working yourself up into another orgasm too.

Gripping your hips, Matthew urges you to move against him faster. Glancing down his eyes tightly closed you test out your theory and move against him roughly. His breath hitches, nails dig into your skin but the soft moans coming from him give you courage to keep going.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask.

“Ahhhh huhhhh!” He moans.

“Do you like the feeling of my clit rubbing against you?” Nodding he gnaws on his bottom lip. Still clenching his eyes tightly you grind your hips on top of his harder. His hips bucking up to meet making you squeak. “Tell me baby, do you like my clit against your cock?”

“YES!” Matthew shouts. “Feels so good! Don’t stop!”

Leaning forward you rest your body on top of his, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping you steady while he thrusts his hard dick against your soaking folds. Pressing your lips against his your moans become muffled.

“Your cock feels so good, sweetie.” You mutter against his lips. “I can’t wait to feel you deep inside of me.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Matthew holds you tighter in his arms.

“I want to feel you push me into the mattress as I look into your beautiful eyes,” you bite his bottom lip. Moving faster than you’ve ever felt him, Matthew rubs his cock against you. Your stomach churning quickly gearing for another powerful orgasm. “I want you to take me from behind too,” you giggle.

“Wh-What?” He gasps for air.

“I want to be pressed against the mattress as you drill into me. Your hips slamming against my ass.”

“Babe!!!” He whimpers.

“But most of all,” you rest your hand against his cheek, and with this small gesture his eyes start to open slowly revealing those crystal blue eyes you love so much. “I want to ride you and see your face when I make you come.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!”

Burying his face into your neck both of you meet each other’s thrusts as your climaxes race to the finish line. Your freshly washed skin drenched with sweat. Matthew’s body sliding against yours as if you were each other’s personal slip and slide. The slapping sounds of your hips meeting has you chanting his name. Spewing curse word after curse word your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I-I’m c-coming!!” You squeal. “Ah! Fuck! Matthew!!!!”

A gush of wetness spurts out of you soaking Matthew’s cock beneath you. Gliding against your swollen clit your squirt continues to come out of you. Crying out for more, Matthew reaches down between the two of you, your body lifting for his hand to rub over your clit ferociously.

“Ahhhhhh shit!!!! Yes!!!!”

More of your squirt spills out of you soaking not only Matthew but your bed underneath you. Body trembling and shivering, Matthew gently rolls you both over until he is on top of you. Your eyes clouded in lust, awe, and orgasmic bliss – he does the unimaginable and slides himself into your soaking pulsating cunt.

Your walls still sore from Jeno, wrap around his cock like a warm hug. His eyes roll into the back of his head before he moves himself in and out of you slowly, building up his release again. Gripping his forearms you stare up at Matthew in amazement. Was this all it took? Did he just need to get out of his head and focus on making love to you?

“Baby,” he growls. “I can’t…for much…longer…”

“Do it, Matthew. Come for me baby!” You reach out for him.

Curling his hips he drives his cock deeper into you. Clenching your eyes tightly this time you try your best not to alarm him of how sore and spent your pussy already is. Showering your face with kisses his hot breath mixes with your own.

“I’m going to…” he whimpers.

“Inside of me! Please! Fill me up with your come!”

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Matthew hisses as a few more thrusts of his hips has him bottoming out before pulling back and out of your pussy.

Spilling his white seed on your pussy instead of inside you the wave of ecstasy leaves you. Brows knitted together tightly, Matthew pumps out the last remaining strands of his come. Your walls clench around the absence of your husbands cock and the absence of him.

Baby steps…baby steps…baby steps…

You chant again and again forcing yourself not to cry.

Baby steps…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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