#and that's on top of all the asks i've slowly been getting through and storing in my drafts for when i come back

[loserboysandlithium]

Fantasy: Eddie x reader x Billy

Part one, part two, part three, part four

Four part mini series. Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content

I can't just walk up and ask him. Hey! Wanna fuck me and my boyfriend?

How do I do this? Fuck, he's pretty.

"Just an oil change?" Billy mumbles, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just the oil... I think." you say shyly and he meets your eyes for the first time, giving you a little smile.

"Is that your car?" you gesture toward his Camaro. You know it's his. It's the same car he had in school. It still looks just as pretty.

He really smiles then. "Yeah, that's my baby." he grins, glancing over at his pride and joy. The topic opens up the door for conversation, and he begins to talk a little more as he changes your oil. You can’t help but watch him as he works, taking in his white tank top, little grease smears splattered all over it. The fabric clinging to his muscles.

There's something about a man with dirty hands. Working hands. Fuck me.

His sandy curls hang loose around his neck, freckles peppering his tan skin. His jeans hug his muscular thighs, the denim practically painted on. And that ass. Fuck.

He continues making small talk. Asking how life after school has been. It's been a while since you've seen him. Every once in a while you'd run into him in the grocery store or at a gas station but you always avoided him.

"You look good." he drawls and you notice his eyes slowly roaming over your body. He doesn’t try to hide it for a second. A mischievous glint in his pretty blue eyes as his lips curl into a smile.

Shit.. focus.

"So do you. You always do." you blurt out and he chuckles deeply.

Ask him. Say something.

"Good to go." he pats your hood and throws the greasy towel over his shoulder.

"Wait.. Billy. I have something to ask you." you mutter nervously.

He looks at you with a knowing smirk. He's so cocky but it's fucking hot. He already knows I want him.

"You wanna take me on a date, pretty girl?" he winks at you and you can’t stop yourself from blushing.

"Not exactly. I have a boyfriend." you say quickly.

"Okay... so we have to be like.. sneaky?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no. Not exactly."

Billy steps closer to you and you look up into his blue eyes. His stare makes you even more nervous. He’s so close. You can smell his cologne mixed with Marlboro’s, a little musky scent from his sweat.

"You have my attention." he winks, looming over you.

Here we go.

*******

Billy stands there awkwardly as he lights a cigarette. "I've uh.. never done something like this before." he mumbles, shuffling his feet as he inhales deeply, smoke filling his lungs. You look over at Eddie who is simply smirking at Billy’s discomfort, arms folded casually across his chest.

"So you're just gonna like.. watch?" Billy asks as he exhales the smoke slowly through his nostrils.

Billy had wasted no time saying he would happily "fuck your brains out". But he wasn't keen on the idea of a threesome.

"Until you ask me to join." Eddie states calmly.

"I won't." Billy answers sternly.

"Okay, alright.” Eddie laughs lightly, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Then yeah.. I'll just watch."

"You guys are fucking kinky." Billy chuckles as he turns his attention back to you.

"You ready, doll?" He gives you a look that makes you throb.

"Yes." you whisper as you pull the string of your robe. You let it fall from your frame leaving you in your favorite lingerie.

You watch as both of them look you up and down. "You look good, baby." Eddie rasps.

Billy nods in agreement, keeping his eyes on you as he places his cigarette in the ashtray and makes his way closer.

His hand reaches out, fingertips trailing lightly down your arm before his heavy hand lands on your hip. Your breath quickens as he leans in.

"Billy?" you breathe as his lips get closer.

"Yes?"

"I want it rough." you whisper and he smirks as he reaches down and picks you up easily, tossing you roughly to the bed. Oh shit.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, his chiseled body now on display. As he slips out of his jeans, Eddie comes to kiss you. You hold him close, fingers threading in his curls as his tongue slips in your mouth just for a moment.

His lips move to whisper in your ear. "Mmm, I’m so ready to fuck you myself, baby. But I can’t wait to watch him split you open.”

You moan softly at his words and he kisses you one more time before hopping off the bed.

"She's all yours." he announces to Billy and then suddenly he's on top of you. His weight feels different. Heavier. His body is radiating heat as his arms rest on either side of your head. His blue eyes are piercing. He’s so fucking close.

"Hi." you breathe out staring up at him. His chain dangles in the space between you.

"Hi." he returns with a charming smile. He glances over at Eddie and you quickly grip his chin, bringing his face back to you. You grip the chain pulling him down and finally his lips are on yours.

Your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him close. His kiss is firm but gentle.

You slip your tongue in his mouth and moan at the taste of him. Your tongues swirl together wildly, both of you panting into the kiss. Your hips lift up, pressing against his groin, craving any friction at all on your already aching clit. I can feel him. He's big, like Eddie. I knew he would be.

He hums into the kiss as he feels you grinding against his cock, his hand begins to wander your body. He cups your breast, squeezing gently, pulling a needy moan from you.

You keep your hand around his neck as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. You don't want his lips to leave yours. He tastes so good. His lips are soft and smooth, his tongue dancing with yours making your stomach flutter. You weave your fingers through his sandy curls as he slips his hand under your lace bra to tease your nipple between his rough fingers.

His lips separate from yours leaving you panting as he moves to suck on your neck. He’s not being easy, his suction sure to leave behind a deep bruise, a nice memory for when he’s gone. His hand travels lower, slowly trailing across your stomach until he finally meets your warmth. A sound almost like a growl escapes Billy’s chest as he realizes you’re wearing crotchless panties.

"You're so fucking wet." he groans into your neck making you smile.

"Touch me, Billy. Please." you whine and he brings his face back to yours as he runs a single finger up and down your slit. Teasing you in the most delicious way.

"You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Tell me." he burns as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Mmm.. yes. Both.. fuck." you moan as you keep your eyes on his.

He grins wickedly as he begins kissing down your body. His lips are soft and warm as he plants kisses across your breast and stomach.

He removes his finger and spreads your legs wide. You look down and watch carefully as his tongue dips inside of you.

"Ohh.. fuck." you whimper as he licks up your dripping slit.

You've wanted to see this for so long. Billy Hargrove buried between your thighs. Fuck, it's just like you imagined.

Your hips buck up and he presses them back down forcefully, holding you in place as he begins to devour you.

Eddie's POV

Holy shit. I slowly stroke my cock as I watch Billy Hargrove going down on my girl. I never thought I’d see this day come. She's so fucking hot. Her eyes trained on him. Her mouth parted beautifully.

Her cries and whimpers are enough to make me cum already but I want to wait.

I want to cum with her. Need to cum with her.

I watch as she grips his hair tightly, pressing him deeper into her pussy. I can hear the sounds of his tongue lapping. His lips sucking wildly. His low moans being swallowed by her perfect cunt.

I understand. She tastes so fucking sweet.

I spit on my hand and lean back as I continue the slow motion up and down. I’m so fucking hard. Precum leaking from my tip. My cock is aching. Begging for the sweet release. It’s the best kind of torture. She squeals loudly as Billy enters two thick fingers.

You're killing me, sweetheart.

I can tell by her sounds that she's close. Her legs are propped up on Billy's shoulders. I keep my eyes on her as they begin to tremble around his head.

There you go, baby. Cum for him.

It’s almost as if she can hear my thoughts, the tightness in her stomach breaking as she cries out his name, her body jerking wildly. I pick up speed, my hand moving quickly up and down my cock, the slick sounds of me fucking my own hand only add to the obscene noises coming from the two of them. I hear a guttural moan come from Billy’s chest as my pretty girl cums on his face and hand.

I want to taste her. Fuck.. I'll get my turn.

I slow down my hand trying to hold out on busting already. Not yet.

He's about to fuck her. And I can only imagine it's gonna be rough.

Reader’s POV

"Oh my god." you pant as Billy comes up from between your legs. The evidence of your orgasm clear all over his face.

"You're fucking sweet, you know that?" he rasps before kissing you passionately. You taste yourself all over his tongue as he moans into your mouth.

He reaches down, taking his thick cock in his fist, running his tip up and down your pussy before slapping it on your clit again and again. He gives you no time to recover from your first orgasm, lining himself up.

You gasp as you feel the delicious stretch. He takes his time, slowly gliding himself inside. Your legs beginning to tremble immediately.

"You're.. fuck you're big." you whimper. He was almost the same size as Eddie. Just a bit thicker with a little more length. Your mind started swirling with thoughts of both of them inside of you. He'll just need a little convincing.

You look over at Eddie who is watching you with lustful eyes. His hand slides up and down his cock as he gives his lip a small bite. He shoots you a little wink causing your pussy clenches around Billy’s dick. Fuck, he's so hot.

You feel his cock bottom out, he’s so fucking deep you can feel him in your stomach. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you bringing your attention back to him.

"Holy fuck!" you squeal and he just smirks down at you, loving the reaction you’re giving him.

"You said rough." he teases with a slick grin.

You nod, your eyes filling with tears as he begins to thrust in and out. Slowly picking up his pace. He rolls his hips into you, pressing down on your stomach, the sensation sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You feel so fucking good..." he moans as you lift your hips meeting his thrusts.

You reach down taking the sheets in between your fingers, gripping tightly as his long cock fills you again and again. Each thrust seems to somehow reach even deeper.

His hands move to grip the headboard above as he continues pumping in and out agonizingly slow. You look down seeing his cock slick with your cum.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

“So good, Billy.” you sigh blissfully, feeling cock drunk already and he’s barely even fucked you.

"You like my cock stretchin’ you out?" he groans deeply, rotating his hips, stretching your pussy even more.

“Mmm.. faster, Billy. Please.”

“Poor thing.” Billy tuts. “Want me to stop teasin’?”

“P-please.” you beg again, your voice nothing but a whisper.

"Fuck Billy!" You gasp as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly, giving you everything you wanted. You reach up, running your hands down his abs before gripping his waist tightly.

You dig your nails into him as he completely destroys you. The headboard slams against the wall again and again as he pounds your soaked pussy.

"You're so fucking hot.." he praises, kneeling on the bed. He swiftly tosses your leg over his shoulder. His strong hand comes to grip your throat as he leans down.

"Make me cum, Billy." you plead, nothing but a desperate mess for him.

"I'm gonna make you cum. You're gonna cum all over my cock, baby." he burns as his grip around your throat tightens even more.

Billy meets your eyes and runs his tongue across his teeth, a smile playing on his pretty lips.

"Ready?" he teases.

"Yes.." you whimper.

"You sure?" he grins as he slowly pulls out.

"Billy. Fuck. Me." you sass, your bitchy tone making him almost cum right there.

Then the breath is knocked from your lungs as he slams into you. This time he doesn't hold back at all. His grip is tight around your throat as he fucks you with everything in him.

Your head falls back and your mouth drops open silently as your eyes fall shut. Your breasts bouncing with every wild thrust.

You turn your head to the side as your eyelids flutter to watch as Eddie pumps his hand quickly up and down his cock.

He's gonna cum. I can see it on his face.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Billy grunts as he drives into you, your pussy leaking around his cock, the creamy mess from your last orgasm coating every inch of his cock.

You nod quickly, feeling your leg shake against his shoulder. His fat tip kissing your sweet spot every time he enters you. You feel your body aching for the sweet release.

"Harder.." you barely manage to get the word out.

"Fuck.." Billy breathes as he quickly pulls out, flipping you over effortlessly. He slams your face into the mattress and enters you from behind.

You feel the sting of his firm hand against your ass and you cry out in pleasure. Your eyes zero in on Eddie as your mouth falls open again, little hums escaping your lips as Billy destroys you from behind.

His hand smacks your ass again and you feel your climax coming fast. You struggle to focus your sight on Eddie. Your eyes fighting to stay open. You force them open just long enough to see Eddie mouth one word in your direction.

'Cum.'

Your body reacts to his demand, your cum flooding Billy's cock. He moans deeply as he feels your pussy clenching around him. He keeps thrusting as you ride out your high. His hands massaging and groping your ass. He's breathing heavily as he pulls out of you, making you feel empty. You peek at Eddie, seeing his hand covered in his own sticky cum.

"Holy shit." you breathe, sitting up and turning to Billy, seeing his cock still rock hard. You take him in your mouth and begin sucking. His head falls back as you suck him clean of your juices.

"I want both of you." you purr, looking up at him.

He watches you carefully as you take him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue slowly around his tip.

"I... fuck.." he moans.

"She's really good at getting what she wants isn't she?" Billy chuckles looking over at Eddie.

"You're telling me." Eddie smirks.

You take him deep in your throat and look up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them perfectly.

"Shit.. yeah.. yeah okay." Billy grunts. "Both of us."

Fuck yes.

Part three coming soon 🖤

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[reaperexe]

Darling ♡

summary : when a run in with your ex makes things sour but at least your lover is here.

warnings : mentions of previous trauma.

Grocery shopping wasn't really a fun activity but grocery shopping with him was a whole new activity now. The unnecessary items he would throw into the cart acting like it was normal for you to have two giant family packs of cereal in your house before scolding him to put them away.

And he would put them away but just act like a kicked puppy on his way to do so. So when you steered the cart away from him and into the other aisle's to get away from the doe eyes and begging you didn't expect to run into someone.

That someone being your ex boyfriend. the ex boyfriend you swore to never interact with again. Your eyes widen and so does his when he sees you.

He says your name softly, you try not to cringe at the way your name rolls off his tongue and you don't even want to take his name.

"Been a while..." he says his tone already condescending like it had been all those years ago and your grip tightens around the cart.

Meanwhile your lover strolls through the aisles putting back the boxes of cereal and gathering more unnecessary items.

"You cut your hair?" he asks obviously ignoring your discomfort

"You know I've been meaning to reach out to you....." He says "wondered how you've been doing without me" He scoffs.

"I've been fine, better even" You say clenching your jaw.

"Really?" He says with a mocking look. "And here i thought you would come to your senses" He laughs.

The audacity of this man you think but your mouth dries when he slowly begins to approach you.

A strong voices pulls you out from your thought and stills the man in front of you "Darling?" Your lover calls coming up behind you as you breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately recognizes the man in front of you from having to hold you all those years ago from all the nightmares and tears 'never again' he had sworn to himself.

He moves to stand defensively in front of you eyeing the guy, looking down on him.

"Hey man" Your ex says smirking "You are?.." He asks your lover trying to keep up his smugness despite your boyfriends intimidating gaze.

"Her boyfriend" He says his tone still dominating and he looks down on the guy.

"Oh yeah, we were just talking" he says "Right sweets?" He says peering over at you over your boyfriends shoulder.

You grip your lovers arm out of anger, not wanting to hear that voice or nickname.

"Well i think she's done talking man" Your boyfriend says firmly.

"Look mate-" Your ex begins stepping closer causing your boyfriend to cover you more and step towards him.

"I advise you leave" You speak up as your ex looks at you then back at your lover.

If looks could kill your ex would be dead by now, sensing the tense atmosphere your ex mutters a "Whatever, your loss" raising his hands in mock surrender and stepping back.

Your lover raises an arm but stills when he feels your hand on him, as much as you would love to see your ex get punched, a grocery store was not the place.

"Let it go baby" You say to your lover softly as your ex walks away.

"He better count his blessings" Your lover sighs relaxing and putting an arm around you.

You laugh at his words kissing his arm.

"You handled that so well baby I'm so proud of you" Your boyfriend says kissing the top of your head.

"You handled most of it" You say as he smiles, kissing you again

"Shall we check out?" He asks.

"Yes but only after you put back that giant bag of coffee beans, don't think i didn't notice" You say crossing your arms as he smiles sheepishly.

"But darlinggg" He whines but puts the bag back anyways as you smile.

[brittscafe]

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem! reader.

Summary: Geto Suguru convinces his girlfriend to wear a vibrator that he can control and can't seem to get enough of teasing and edging her.

Request: Saw your requests were open! Asking for JJK can you please do an NSFW for Geto. He convinces his girlfriend to wear a remote controlled vibrator and makes her run errands while wearing it, edging her each time. @seireiteihellbutterfly

A/n: Hiii <3 Omg this has been in my drafts for agessss and I've been working on it and I've enjoyed it so so so much and I love me some Suguru 😩😩

Content: Edging, Geto being a big, cocky tease, good girl used often, vibrator being used, sexual acts in public.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

"Geto, you're crazy," you comment, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief at the tiny remote controlled vibrator he's holding in his hand.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, wearing a sly grin across his face. His raven hair is down, shaping his sharp jawline.

"Come on, y/n. It'll be like a fun game," he coos out, walking up to you and cupping your face with his free hand. You lean into his touch and shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah? For you, maybe."

"Baby, please. It'll be fun and you'll be such a good girl," Geto's voice slowly gets deeper and you feel a tingle in between your legs.

"Fine," you roll your eyes with amusement.

"Good girl," Geto's voice rumbles out and he grabs onto your pants puling them down. You little out a tiny gasp from the sudden act and you giggle.

His fingers dance along the top of your underwear and he licks his lips, pulling down your underwear. Geto sticks the tiny vibrator inside your underwear and pulls it back up along with your pants.

The vibrator is cold and sits nicely up against your clit.

"Now what?" you ask, placing your hands on your hips.

"We need to run to the store."

"The store?! Suguru you're crazy if you think I'm gonna go out there in public with a vibrator in between my legs."

"Fine...as long as you're okay with having no food for dinner," he explains and your eyes widen.

"We're out of food?" you sigh out, lowering your head. Geto's eyes become filled with excitement as he hovers above you.

"Ok, then let's go."

You keep glancing over your shoulder in the store at Geto follows behind you. The aisle you're in is empty and a smirk starts to form along Geto's face.

The little remote is inside his pants pocket and he slowly reaches inside, turning the remote on. You stop in your tracks as the vibrator starts to vibrate up against your clit and you exhale deeply.

The vibrations are gentle enough that you can hold yourself together, but they're slowly getting to you.

"You okay, y/n?" Geto asks, whispering in your ear behind you. He wraps an arm around your waist from behind and pulls you into his body.

You scoff and tug away from his body, glaring at him over your shoulder. You continue walking down the aisle and Geto stands a few feet away from you, his thick finger pressing down the button on the remote.

The vibrations suddenly become faster against your sensitive clit, surely starting to get a little red in your underwear. You stumble down the aisle, eyes locked onto the items on the shelf, trying to focus.

All the vibrations build up against your clit and a moan slips out from your lips. You slap your hand over your mouth and grab onto the shelf, trying to control yourself.

If he keeps this up any longer, you're gonna cum your pants. Your stomach twists into tight knots, ready to explode.

You whimper and groan into your hand, rocking your hips up against the vibrator. Geto watches you carefully with half lidded eyes and stalks up to you.

"Aw, what's wrong baby?" Geto coos out, gazing down at you with hazy eyes. His voice is innocent as if he's not torturing you with that stupid remote.

"Curse you, Suguru," you mumble out through gritted teeth, letting your head fall onto his chest as you feel the vibrations in between your thighs start to calm down and fade away into nothing. Your hands reach up and grab onto his shirt, twisting it in your fists.

Suguru lets out a chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest and he pats your head. You breathe heavily and your clit buzzes from the pleasure it was just given.

"Can't handle it, baby?" Suguru asks, putting his free hand into the pocket and pressing the remote. The item inside your underwear starts vibrating against your clit and your legs about buck out from underneath you.

A smirk forms along Suguru's face as your grip on him becomes tighter and you whimper.

"Shut...the...fuck...up," you pant out, lifting your face up from his chest and glaring up at him. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, pressing another button and making the vibrations go faster.

Your mouth gapes open, a pathetic moan leaving your lips. Geto chuckles and places his hand underneath your jaw.

He loves seeing you crumble and trying to hold it together in public.

"Oh, honey...if anyone needs to be quiet, it's you. We don't want everyone in the store to hear you moaning, right?" Suguru asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You nod your head and squeeze your legs together.

"Suguru...please. I can't handle it," your voice shakes with desperation and Suguru feels a tingle down below. He bites his bottom lip, just thinking about how much it turns him on seeing you struggle to keep yourself together.

Suguru glances around the store and sees the bathrooms in the back, just a few feet behind the two of you.

The two of you make a run into the men's bathroom, thank the lord it's empty. You almost collapse on the floor as your clit becomes sore from the constant vibrations.

"Aw baby, are you gonna cum for me?" Geto asks as pleasure ripples through your body. Sweat gleams along your forehead and you rapidly nod your head, hands still gripping on Geto's shirt.

You swear the bathroom was getting foggy because of how much you are panting. Geto's eyes scan over your face, twisting with such immense pleasure and he chuckles.

You whine loudly and wiggle against Suguru, mouth gaping open and crying out as the high hits you. A series of whiny, puffy moans leave your moans and Geto holds you close to him.

His hand runs up and down your back as you feel the cum leak out from your pussy and onto your underwear.

"Good girl. That's my good girl," Geto coos you, hand patting the top of your head as you pant heavily, coming down from your high.

"Suguru," is the only thing you can breathe out, resting your head against his chest.

"Come on, it's time to go home since someone creamed their pants," Geto teases you and you groan out, pressing your hands into his chest and playfully shoving him away.

Curse you Suguru Geto...

[luvstarss]

can I have a request with jj maybank x shy! reader where you work at the beach in a bar or something like that and stares at him all the time bc you're afraid to ask him out and he gives a typical jj answer for stalking him and you're upset & avoiding him. until kie tells JJ he's wrong it's just you're in awe? Fluff ending please 🥺

You can write it like you want, just an idea! Love it anyway

Oblivious

JJxReader

Warnings:Alchohol.Talk about sex I guess?

I'm working behind the counter as I watch JJ pick out some surf gear "You're staring"my co-worker Leah chimes in "Hm what?"I say as I snap out of my train of thought. She just laughs and continues to stock shelves.

JJ had been coming into the store almost every day for the last few weeks buying random shit like surf wax or a new shark necklace. He comes up to the counter "Just them please" he says as he looks at me with a smile "You've been coming here a lot recently"I giggle with a smile "Surf season coming up good waves and shit I gotta prepare" he replies with a cheesy grin.

I round up his items "fifteen dollars fifty"I say as I open the register "fuck I've only got 10 hold em' for me ?I'll come back to pay for the rest" he replies as he looks through his pockets embarrassment painted on his face."you're good"I say with a small smile "what?"he says looking up “don't worry about it take it as my discount"I say "oh-Thankyou so much"he says  with a warm smile as I give him his stuff and he leaves the surf shop.

Timeskip

“You sure I look okay Ames?”I say in an unsure tone to my best friend Amy as I look in the mirror pulling my dress down and doing what I can to make myself feel more comfortable in the short skin tight material “bitch you look so fucking good” she says as she stares back at me through the reflecting in the mirror.

“don’t worry JJ will love it” she adds with a teasing grin. I give her an unimpressed look through the mirror “I fucking hate the fact I like him” I reply as I brush out the curls in my hair “Can’t help true love” she says with the same teasing grin still painted on her face.

Me and Amy finish up getting ready and head to the boneyard. As we walk onto the sand the sweet smell of alcohol and weed fills my senses. We go over to the keg and fill up our cups. As I look around grasping my surroundings I lock eyes with a familiar blonde boy standing with his usual group of friends wearing his signature grey cargo shorts and black tank top. I immediately look away and turn back to Amy.

“are u even listening?”she scoffs “I-yeah”I reply my tone sounding a lot more unsure than I intended “girl go over there”she grins as she follows my gaze to JJ “No way shut up”I respond with an eye roll.

Somehow throughout the night me and Amy had migrated around the bomb fire with JJ and his group of friends just laughing and talking to each other the alcohol taking slight effect slowly but surely. Me and Jj keep catching each other’s eyes but I ignore it and keep talking to other people surrounding us.

“JJ you just can never admit you’re in the wrong dumbass” Kiara giggles as she sips her drink. “No, she practically tried to fuck me on the fucking sand!”He defends “I mean I wouldn’t have said no to a hot kook” he adds with his signature toothy grin. I feel my cheeks rush in slight jealousy. Amy gives me a look. “JJ you need to get over her” John B. chimes in “Her dad's like a rich kook who owns the whole entire neighbourhood “John b adds deflating JJ's ego.

I get up and go back over to the keg to fill up my cup. Amy jogs over to me “You okay?” she says scanning my face for a signal of how I feel “What? oh yeah, all good” I reply with a small smile “He’s being an ass don’t worry” She says referring to jj talking about that girl “Amy me and JJ have had like two conversations I have no right at all to be jealous and shit “I reply as I run my hand through my hair “so your jealous?” she clocks with a smirk “bitch shut up” I scoff with a grin as we go back over to the group.JJ shouts my name “Hm?”I respond confused as I look at the blonde .

He looks at Kiara then back at me “Your a kook if you were my girl-“He begins clearly trying to prove another point to John B or some shit before he can finish Kiara hits him in the arm “what did I do!”he responds in a defensive tone. I laugh it off as I sip my drink.

Me and Amy end up wondering off from the group I see Kiara talking to JJ.

“JJ she obviously fucking likes you!”Kiara says as she hits JJ arm “Stop fucking hitting me!and no she doesn’t!”he says defending himself“you’re so oblivious”Kiara sighs “You don’t see it because your a guy”she adds “I-cam does not like me your just being weird”he scoffs “fucking talk to her JJ”Kiara adds as she goes off to talk to John B.

Im just stood with Amy as we talk and sip on our drink when I see the blonde slightly stumble over to us “Cam can I talk to you?”JJ speaks as he look between me and Amy . Me and Amy just give each other a look “I-um sure”I reply confused . Amy nods as she walks away back over to the bombfire. “What’s up?”I say confusion still laced in my voice . “Do u like me?shit- I don’t know how do do all this shit-Kiara said you liked me”he says as I runs his hand over his face in embarrassment .

“I-well -“I begin. “I like you and I feel really bad talking about that girl in front of you earlier. Kiara told me and it was a total dick move”he says as he scans my face for a sign of hesitance “wow JJ captain of hookups actually likes a girl?”I grin teasingly.He gives me a look with a grin spread on his face “I like you too Maybank”I laugh “Soo does this mean free shit from the surf shop?”He grins as he throws an arm around me .

Hate the ending of this sooo much. I hope this fits the request enough I tried. Thankyou for the request 💞

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A Female reader/ James Sunderland fanfiction, part 1.

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‘Violate me'

"What?" James spins around, a mixture of confusion and distaste written all over his Features.

"What? I didn't say anything." You huff, he's been on edge this whole time. Sure you both seem lost in this place, you don't even remember how you got here. All you know is that you woke up with your upper body resting on a bar table. Wearing something you would have never picked out for yourself.

Red high heels with a slightly ripped and thin Pantyhose.

A tight denim skirt and a stomach free Black top. The only jacket you got is James green one, pulling it tightly around your shoulders.

"Sorry, I thought I heard you say something" James shakes his head to himself, guiding the two of you with his flashlight towards another empty and cold looking place. Maybe he can get a fire started or something.

When he helps you climb inside through the window he stops to stare at something causing you to lightly run into his side "What?!" He spins around again, a form of anger on his face.

"What's wrong with you? You stopped moving and I didn't see shit in here" You huff.

"No you said something this time, I know you did." His body language makes you feel uneasy and you are slowly reconsidering if you can actually trust him.

"I didn't. I swear. What do you keep hearing me say?" Now you are curious.

"Forget about it. Just...if you are messing with me, stop okay?" He turns away and starts collecting wood. Or more like parts of the inner walls tossing them on a pile. Hopefully a fire works out here.

After a few too many failed attempts of him trying to make a fire you step in, you manage the first time you try. Watching the dry wood burst into a bright and big fire, it warms your skin, it looks tempting to touch, if only it wasn't so dangerous.

James pulls up two chairs close by the fire, holding on tightly to his metal pipe with an eye on the window.

"Ugh these are fucking killing me, I don't even know why I'm wearing them" your hands pull on one of the Red high heels. Rubbing at your ankle before you do the same with your other foot. "I don't know why I'm wearing any of this" You sigh.

Not exactly survival attire.

His gaze is glued on your legs, watching your hands massage your ankle and calf muscle.

'Hurt me'

He hears you whisper even though not a single sound left your lips.

"I'm sorry." James frowns deeply.

"Sorry for what?" You place the heels next to you, inching your feet closer to the fire, picking at the torn fabric of your pantyhose.

"For being angry, I don't mean to be. It's just...this place" it drives him mad the way your fingers toy with the thin fabric. Tracing your thigh with his eyes, fighting an urge to pull at the denim skirt to see your legs connect to your hips.

"It's okay, I'm kinda used to that stuff, you just gotta be able to handle it when it comes back at ya" when your eyes meet his thin lipped polite smile is almost unsettling.

"You get angry too?" He asks.

"Yeah, I've lived in an angry home for many years, so, there will always be anger." But you don't want to go down the trauma lane today.

And thankfully James doesn't ask anything further. It's just the two of you and a blazing fire in a run down old store. His face lit up by those flames almost seems nostalgic, but the sad kind, fond memories written over with painful ones, the kind you'd rather forget about.

"We can rest a bit but we shouldn't stay too long" James is always in a hurry to get somewhere but only barely knows to where.

"Okay." You nod, breathing in deeply, the scent on his jacket reminds you of something. Decay. And a probably failed attempt to mask that scent with a way too aggressive aftershave. You enjoy not having your feet in those shoes and your legs strained from the uncomfortable angle for a few moments longer before James seemingly gets more and more uncomfortable.

"Hey you okay?" You put your hand on his shoulder but he flinches away from your touch.

"You are sure you aren't saying things?" His eyes seem desperate for reassurance or...for you to confess to something you didn't do.

"Positive. We were sitting in silence" He seems to dislike that statement a lot.

"So i'm just crazy then, great" He nods, he's tired, god he's so tired.

"If you tell me what you heard or what you keep hearing then maybe we can figure it out or something?" You shrug.

Something in his eyes seems off again.

"No..No it's...- it's Vile. It's awful." His breathing picks up speed when your body turns towards him and you place your feet at the edge of his chair.

"Just talk to me. Everything about this place is Vile and..awful" You huff.

"I keep hearing you say things that you aren't, stuff you certainly don't mean. It's so...off putting. It's like I'm reading a mind that isn't there, because I know It's nothing you would think or say." He really is uneasy about this.

"James, what am I saying?" You wonder.

"Violate me."

"That's what I heard the first time. And then I heard Hurt me." He can't look at you at all.

"Oh? Wow. Yeah I really didn't say that" Why would you say such things? Doesn't make any sense.

"Is that all you heard?" Is there more? If there is, you hope it won't be as bad as 'violate me'.

"Just a moment ago I could have sworn I heard you say 'let it all out on me' " His eyes wander to your legs again, how easily spreadable they look. The voice is dripping filth in his ear again, he can't believe he's hearing such words especially knowing the woman in front of him didn't say any of them.

"Let what out? Anger? Frustration? In what way?" But while you finish your sentence your eyes trace his, the way his gaze is lingering on your knees, picturing something.

"Wow...okay, that's, that's a lot and that's not okay" You turn away from him putting the shoes back on.

"That's what I mean, I'm sorry, I know this all seems so messed up. I'd never.." He shakes his head "I would never." He says in a firm and loud tone.

"Bare minimum but good to know" You give him his jacket back, feeling uneasy in the cold and under his gaze now that you stepped away from the fire. You don't do that anymore, be a thing for fucked up guys who need to unwind. An object they can toss out once they get tired of it.

"Don't go! Please, you're gonna get yourself killed in those heels. Or in the cold." He keeps his distance but offers his jacket back to you.

You hate that he's right.

The longer you hesitate to take his jacket back the sadder his eyes seem. Almost as if he's really haunted by what he said, and by what he's hearing.

You reach out and take his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders and tugging your arms in front of your chest. "I used to...say these things. I don't say them anymore" his gaze truly does appear to soften.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He slowly takes his seat back by the fire.

"Used to drink and Party a lot. Hook up with the fucked up ones you know? And one night I.. -" You hear the brakes of a car loudly in the distance. The sound of a horrible crash almost bursts your eardrum.

"Did you hear that???" You jump up to look out of the window but there aren't any driving cars. Or people. Let alone a real road for cars to drive onto.

"Hear what? I didn't.. " James follows to peek outside. It's just as silent and as foggy as it was when you two came in here.

"Sounded like a horrible crash" You frown. A memory floats in your head somewhere unable to reach it, unable to really remember.

"Strange. Feeling like there is something you have to remember. Need to remember. But it won't come to you no matter how hard you try" You point out and when you turn around James is just a few inches from you.

He's beautiful.

If only his eyes weren't so haunted, it's a look you remember, the edges of the eyes slightly red and the shape of the eye feels..taunting.

It's a pair of eyes you see staring down at you, slamming your body into the mattress as hard as they can while pouring another drink down their greedy throats. You let them. You didn't fight. You didn't want to fight it.

A part of you always liked it.

It feels as if he knows, knows that deep down you want to be roughed up, have bruises on your hips and wrists for days.. reminders of their brutality.

He looks at you as if he can see you touching yourself to those memories. Clench your bruises while you climax to be reminded of the feeling again, and again and again.

He looks away first, trying to keep his composure. God he's trying so hard.

"This has to stop. These things we keep hearing, I can't..- I can't focus, I forgot where i was heading! What I had to look for." He frowns. A bottle of whisky smiles brightly at him in the rubble of the rundown store. He can't. He can't have a drink not now. Not here. Not with you.

He can't even look at you for too long or these thoughts or voices whatever they are come back. They always come back.

"Let's just stay busy, let's keep going, you said you had to find something in an Apartment?" You tilt your head taking the map from his jacket pocket. A set of heavy door keys jingle in the same pocket.

"Let's head there and not stop no matter what we see or hear, okay?" You shift your weight on your heels when you don't get an answer straight away.

"Okay James?" You try to see what he's looking at this time but.. you two don't see the same things in here. You probably never will.

"Yeah." He grabs the metal pipe from the chair and then he's out the door, waiting for you to catch up.

______

At the Apartments.

The tension didn't ease up much but at least you have something new to do, you have no idea what he's searching for but as long as he kills those monsters for you, you gladly tag along.

"You okay?" You ask when he's staring off into the distance again.

"Voices." He replies with an exhausted sigh.

"What did they whisper this time? I mean.. can't get that much worse right?" He doesn't respond at first and you sense this weight on his shoulders again, if his Guilt was a rain cloud it would follow him around everywhere.

"Squeeze until my eyes roll back" He whispers.

"Oh" choking was a big part of it, everytime you were dumb enough to trust someone with it, it could have been the last mistake you've made.

Nobody luckily ever took it too far, or you wouldn't be here right now.

"Are you hearing things about me?" He asks before trying to solve some kind of puzzle looking thing.

"No, I don't hear any voices but..-" You hesitate.

"But?" He turns looking at some type of button in his hand not sure yet what to do with it.

"But I can see it.”

“In your eyes I mean." You avoid his gaze this time.

"See what?" He takes a gentle hold of your shoulder.

"Death." You frown when his haunted gaze turns sad, desperate, trapped.

"My wife, she- she passed" He lies.

"Oh shit. Sorry! I'm so sorry about that, I shouldn't have said it" You really didn't mean to remind him of that.

"Was it very recent?" Trying empathy on a man like him is playing a dangerous game, you've done it too many times.

"It's been three years" He mumbles while solving the little mystery by replacing some buttons.

"You look like it happened yesterday".

You hear a door in the distance unlock and watch James step away from the table the puzzle was on, he seems colder now, you probably overstepped a little. You two are strangers after all. Maybe it's not for you to say how he looks or how he might be feeling.

"You don't look too happy either, it's in your eyes too, your cheekbones, the way they look a bit sucked in. Alcoholic?" He asks not so gently.

"Used to be a lot of things, but I never had a Problem with that" You stand on this. Wrongly so.

"Sure." James nods before he walks past you, he doesn't seem to believe a word you said. Takes one to know one maybe? No. You never had a problem right?

_____

The stroll through the different run down Apartments it's exhausting in its own way. Your feet really really hurt by now and ever since you mentioned how James looks as if his wife passed yesterday he's been distant. Maybe the memory of it just simply hurts and he needs some time to cool down again.

You suddenly feel a grip on the jacket, yelling out as you get flung across the room by something, something big and scary wearing a Triangle shaped helmet carrying a huge sword.

You hear James gun go off a bunch of times but the landing you took knocked the air out of your lungs. That thing turns around and walks towards you, James Shooting doesn't matter at all.

It grabs you by your throat and...this must be it. You'll die here. Your punishment for what happened 3 months ago..

The realization of it weighs deep in your gut, the guilt you feel pouring into every inch of your skin makes you sick. And then the Monster drops you,it slowly walks out of the Apartment and you hear the sound of the sword dragging behind it get further and further away.

"I did it. I killed him..- I killed him, I killed that poor kid" You shake your head violently. Hands shaking. Every fiber in you craves a drink.

"What? Hey, calm down, what are you talking about?" James tries to lift you up from the floor but you won't budge. So he kneels down next to you.

But instead of confessing anything you just push yourself up against him, arms wrap around his torso while your head rests on his chest.

Being held like this while the memory of a crash comes back to you helps but in the end..you are here for a reason, crying about it won't be enough, everyone in silent hill needs to pay for their sins. You shouldn't have driven that night, in the rain, after a bunch of drinks. You took a risk and it backfired.

And then you ran. Not wanting to rot away in prison for killing that 17 year old in the other car, you ran and you ran until you woke up here, lost, stranded.

Now two haunted pairs of eyes are gazing at each other. None of them are better than the other.

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Twilight- The Switch of Daylight: Chapter Ten, Steam

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Nine] [Ten] [Eleven]

I sat with Mike, Angela, Jessica and Eric like usual. Listening to them rant about the illness going around.

I then look up to see Bella carrying her tray of food to her normal table but then looks at us. I smile, encouraging her to do it. She takes a deep breath and joins us. I watch as the others take note but continue talking.

"I'll kill Tyler if he gave me his flu." Jessica threatens. "It's going around. My sister was so sick she couldn't come on our hike this weekend... so she didn't see it." Angela frowns, they were talking about a large animal. "Ang, maybe you should keep that to yourself." He whispers to her.

"We saw something Eric." Angela argues with him. "I believe you." He assures her. "No he doesn't. He's just trying to get lucky." Jessica calls him out.

"Is that an option?" Eric asks in a hopeful tone. "It was jet black and huge; on all fours it was still taller than a person. A bear maybe." She explains what it is and I stiffen up.

That's definitely one of the Quileute boys...

"Or Big Foot." Jessica interjects. "Or an alien. Lucky you didn't get probed." Mike jokes. "We saw it." Angela whispers and my face softens, I believe her but I can't be the one to speak up. "You're not the only one." Bella says, everyone then stares at her, shocked that she actually spoke up. "My dad's been getting reports at the sheriff's station. A couple hikers went missing. People are scared." She explains, everyone's now sitting a little straighter due to what she said. "I did hear some guy talking about it at the store." Mike admits. "Last time you clowns doubt my girlfriend." Eric puts his arm around Angela, now they all continue to another conversation.

Angela moths a thanks to Bella. Sharing a smile before they both join in. Bella rejoining the group again.

"You look scared." Jacob tells Bella, I stand there with my arms crossed. "I'm not." She's lying, she's now on one of their completed motorcycles, Jacob stands next to her, holding the bike up.

Now on the La Push forest clearing, a dirt road, Jacob runs through the instructions. "Brake?" She taps it. "Clutch?" She squeezes it. "Right. Gas?" She then grips it, he smiles up at her. "You ready?" She nods, he then grins, kick starting the bike. "Slowly release the clutch."

She does as told, the bike moves forward an inch. Jacob nervously steps back and she moves another inch forward. I notice her turning to find something. Her hand slipping off the clutch and the bike bucks and falls on top of her. Jacob and I quickly lift it off of her. "You okay? Bruises, breaks?" He questions her and I stare down at her. "I'm going again."  She tells us. "I'm not sure that's a good-" She's already up and hopping back on the bike. "Guess we're going again. Now what are you going to do with the clutch?" He asks her.

"Release it. Slowly." He nods, kick-starting the bike again. She releases the clutch and moves forward. Slowly at first.

Now she keeps going, a tiny bit faster. I notice as she is looking around and then the curve up ahead gets closer to her. "I don't- How do I turn!?" She yells to us. I drop my arms and I want to run to her but it would give myself away to Jacob. "Bank it! Bank- hit the brake!" He shouts. "Hit the break, Bella!" I scream. Both of us running to her. I try to match my pace with his, She reaches the turn, not banking and goes straight.

Flying right into a wall of trees. As she lies on the ground dazed, we hurry to her. "What are you training for the X-games?" He questions her. My nostril flares as I can already smell her blood. "I want to go again." She says. "Forget it. I'm revoking your motorcycle privileges. Man, look at your head." He tells her, I back away from the sight. Holding my nose. Normally blood doesn't affect me, but it's been a while since I've been hunting.

"God, I'm sorry." Bella shrinks as Jacob pulls his shirt off to wipe the blood. "You're apologizing for bleeding?" He questions her. "It uh bothers name." She points to me as I then pretend to gag at the sight.

Knowing it's really just making my mouth water like feigning animal. "[Name] you alright?" He asks me and I just put my thumb up. "I uh, I'm gonna go over there." I look away from them , hurrying away.

I go into the woods, far away from them. I can hear them talking but I know that they won't be able to hear me.

Shit, why haven't I gone hunting in so long. I feel the pain of smelling her blood. My nose stinging as my mouth waters tensely. I cover my mouth to muffle the sound of my groans.

I then see a deer walking, my body starting to shake as I try to control myself. I squeeze my eyes. Looking back to the entry of the forest. They can't see me. I'm going to have to not be messy with this. I then surprise attack the deer.

Wiping the blood off of my face, I cover the deer with leaves, cleaning myself off as well.

"[Name]!?" Jacob calls after me. I curse mentally. Checking myself one more time and I walk over to him.

"I'm right here." I laugh. "Sorry, blood really freaks me out. I had to throw up." I lie to him, walking up to him. His facial expression shows confusion. "You never had that problem when we were kids. You were the one who practically played doctor when one of us got hurt." He remembers and I bite my bottom lip thinking of what to say.

"Yeah, then in Arizona a kid broke his leg, bone out and all. I've gotten sick at the sight of blood ever since." I pick up a quick lie, he seems suspicious but shrugs it off, both of us leaving the area.

Charlie and I are watching a game, well more Charlie than I am. I'm more focused on Bella doing homework, she's on edge. Jacob hasn't respond to texts or calls after they went out to the movies together with Mike. She wanted me to go too since it was going to be awkward for her, knowing both boys like her. I refused though, not wanting to be caught up in that mess. She told me Jake wasn't feeling good at the end of the night, feeling extremely warm.

She's been trying to call him, she had the flu too so she wanted to make sure he's alright too.

As the next few days passed I heard her try to call him over and over again. Now we're in the kitchen, she left yet another message. Charlie comes into the room.

"Harry and I will be back by three." His sentence stops when he sees her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's mono, Bells." He softly reminds her. "He's too sick to even call?" She exclaims. "You just gotta wait it out. You know, I don't have to go fishing..." He says, even though he desperately wants to go. "No, go. I have [Name]. I'll just call Jessica or something." She forces a smile. "Good but you two stay here or at Jess's. No hikes or anything. We're issuing a warning about those bears." Charlie sternly tells us.

But of course Bella and I don't listen, After we watched Charlie and Harry leave we went to the woods. Bella tries to navigate her way to the meadow with a map and a compass. "You know I could just get the top of a tree and probably find it easily right?" I remind her, she just hums in response. I just let out a sigh, continuing to follow behind her. I know it's a wolf that everyone's seeing but I want Bella to feel a little safer so I can along.

After a while I see Bella notice the clearing ahead, hurrying towards it. Once she goes into the opening she seems hopeful. Like something... someone will be there waiting for her. She told me about the sun that would be out but instead it's cold, gloomy and cloudy. Bella sinks to her knees, I frown at the sight.

Before she can even cry, we hear a rustling noise. We turn towards it, I move my body to cover hers. Another noise coming from a different area of the woods. Then we turn to another noise and Laurent is a few yards away. My body stays in front of Bella.

"Laurent?" She questions.

"Bella. [Name]." He acknowledges my existence as well. "I must admit, I didn't expect to find you two here." He admits to us. "We live here. But you- I thought you were in Alaska with Carlisle's friend." She brings up.

"Tanya, I was. It was kind of him to arrange, given my association with James and Victoria. The enemy." He smiles to himself. "You tried to help us." Bella disagrees with the last part. Laurent begins to stroll in a slow arc around us. Bella grips onto the sleeve of my jacket. Every movement he makes I follow. "I went to visit the Cullen, but their house is empty. I'm surprised they left you two behind. As you were some sort of pet and you... you turned." He grins. "Congratulations." I roll my eyes in response. I begin to feel Bella's fear. "Um... something like that." She tells him.

"Do the Cullen visit often." He looks between the both of us. "Absolutely. All the time." Bella lies. Good call. "I'll tell them you stopped by." She's trying to soothe her body. I begin to focus on my energy while also on him. Any step closer and I'll tear his head off. "Will they be able to reach you in Alaska?" She questions.

"I don't think so. Tanya's vegetarian family was pleasant enough. But the dietary restrictions were difficult- living on nothing but animals." He then looks at me, smirking.

"Something you've been finding difficult lately, hm?" He whispers, only audible to me. I give him a look. I haven't tried human at all. What is he talking about?

"Tell me Bella. Do you ever fell compelled to cheat?" She tries to step back while also holding me but I keep my stance. "But that's not why I left. I came back here as a favor to Victoria." She

"You're still friends."

"More or less. She asked me to get the lay of the land with the Cullen. Because, well... I'm afraid Victoria is quite put out with you." He informs her. "That's too back." She responds. My eyes glare him down, he's not focused on me. He doesn't know my ability. "Yes. She feels it's only fair to kill Edward's mate, given he killed hers. Eye for an eye, mate for mate." He tells her, Bella's heart quickens each word he speaks.

"Edward will know who did it. He'll come after both of you." She knows to not bring up my ability. "I don't think he will. After all, how much could you mean to him if he left you here unprotected?" He then glances at me again, he thinks I'm not a threat. "Victoria sent me here for information. She won't be happy about my killing you." He hums. "No, Laurent..."

"No, no, no. Don't be upset. I'm doing you a kindness. Victoria plans on killing you both slowly. Painfully, whereas I'll make it very quick." I'm apart of it now too?

"And you smell so mouth watering." Laurent inhales my sisters scent which grosses me out. He then shoves me out of the way, taking Bella into his arms.

Shit.

I hear her whisper something. I stand up, then look over to see a black wolf. It's Sam. He skulks out of the darkness of the woods. Letting out a disturbingly deep growl, his sharp teeth gleaming. I smile at the sight of the others coming out. I go over to Sam. Laurent goes to bolt across the meadow. I use my ability to slow him down, weaken him.

"What is-" He stares back at me, noticing it's my doing. The wolves then spring out, seemingly towards Bella but then leap above her. It's impossible for Laurent to fight back as my ability weakened him into an almost human state.

"Run, Bella." I push her towards the way we came in. "What about you?" She panics. "They're good. It's okay." I tell her. She then runs like she was told.

Once she's out of sight I run to the mess they've made of Laurent. His limbs all over the place. Sam and who I think is Jacob come up to me. I smile.

"Good timing." I pet who I think is Jacob. "I'm sorry you turned." I sadly look at him. He whines a bit, backing away from my hand. Sam makes a low grumbling noise.

"I'll make the fire and then meet you guys at the rez." I tell the five wolves. Sam huffs. Paul comes up, purposely bumping into me, whipping me with his tail. "Hey, get going now." I order them.

Sam does a quiet howl, they make their way away from the scene and I pick up Laurents limbs, putting them in a pile.

After putting out the fire I rush back to my house. Charlie is already angrily storming out the door. "I'm going to the station, you want to come?" He asks. "No thanks, I'm gonna go to the Rez." I tell him, he comes over and gives me a quick side hug and kiss on the forehead before getting in his car. Bella comes out.

"Can you come with me to get Jacob?" She asks, storming towards her truck. "Uh-" "I'm going either way." She opens the truck door. I let out a groan, she's already taking off so I look around and then jump onto the back of the truck bed. She looks in the back and I irritably wave, she tries to hide her smile as she continues to drive. I stay sat in the back.

Feeling rain droplets start to fall on me. Lifting my hands I feel the rain. Then notice my hands steam, I begin to panic. Going to yell to Bella but then it stops and I close my mouth. What is happening? I feel my chest begin to pound and the steam emits once again off my body.

Stop stop stop stop.

Bella's truck goes to a halt and I stand up from the truck bed. The steam stops again. The rain only getting harsher.

Bella and I head to the door, she knocks. No one answers. Then a second time and finally Billy is at the door. "Hi, Billy. I know Jacob's sick but-" "He's out with friends." He cuts her off. She seems taken aback. "Oh." "I'll let him know you came by." He begins to close the door but Bella stops him. "Wait- he's got mono, right? That's what you told my dad." She interrogates him. "You should go home, Bella." Then he finally closes the door.

Bella storms down the stairs, getting into her truck and slamming the door behind her, obviously pissed. She begins to start the truck but then stops, tossing the keys aside. I slowly walk down myself, instead of going towards the truck I go to where I can hear five boys rough housing in the woods.

I speed off to where I hear them, peeking out from a tree as they don't even notice me.

"You know for wolves. It was pretty easy for me to sneak up on you." I fold my arms in front of my chest, they all jolt, getting into an attack position but once they realize it's me they calm down.

"Jake you're hurting my sister." I point a finger in his face. "I don't have a-" "Ah," I cut him off. "I didn't ask for excuses. We all have choices." I then look over to Sam who doesn't look me in the eye. "He really doesn't have a choice." Paul speaks up and I laugh. "He does, everyone does. You guys just choose the dumb ones!" I throw my hands up in the air.

"Well here's a choice you have, you're a bloodsucker who has the choice to be something better." Jacob throws in my face and my eyes widen. "Excuse me?" I step closer to him, Sam places a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Jacob that's not-" "You told him!?" I glare at Sam.

"I can't control it, wolves read each others minds. I don't get to hide anything." Sam defends himself, I close my eyes tightly, now angered. "Jacob apologize to my sister or so help me." I spit in his face, shoving him against a tree before I walk away. I hear Sam jog after me, the boys looking after Jacob.

"[Name], I swear I didn't mean for anyone to know." He tells me and I just ignore him. "[Name], I'm sorry." He's practically pleading and a part of me wanted to stop to listen to him. That child in me who had the biggest crush on Sam Uley wanted to stop. But the other part, the person I am today, refuses to even look him in the eye after the betrayal he committed for his own selfish reasons.

I then see Jacob at Bella's truck, her climbing out. "You cut your hair." She announces. "Go away." Jacob turns away and bite the inside of my mouth. She grabs onto his arm. "What happened to you?" She asks him and he turns back as the others wait for him, out of earshot.

"I can help." She lowers her voice. His face is stern, shaking his head. "Sam got to you. What did he do?" Bella questions, obviously concerned for her friend. "Sam's trying to help me, don't blame him." He retracts. "Then who?"

"How about those filthy, reeking bloodsuckers you love? The Cullens... your sister." He says, he obviously didn't realize I was there, if my heart was working it would be broken by the fact that he just said that. "I... don't know what you're-" "You know exactly what I'm talking about." His body was shaking with anger.

"The Cullens are long gone. How are they to blame? And [Name] is still her how could you say that..." Her face falls. "They started all this by existing. Goddamn leeches-" "Jacob." Sam gives him and look and Jacob takes a breath, then he finally notices I'm there, rolling his eyes before going back to talking to Bella.

"I can't be friends with you anymore." He tells her. "Jake, I know I hurt you, I should have been more up-front but I needed you, I still do. I don't know what that means yet, but if you give me time-" "Stop. Don't it's not you." His humanity is still there, Sam is making him do this.

"It's not you it's me? God." Bella shakes her head. "It's true. I'm not good." He tries to find the right words. "You're wrong-" "It's doesn't matter. This is over." He tells her.

'"I can't take losing my best friend too." Bella's voice breaks.

"You already have-" "don't say that- you promised!" She tries to remind him, it was an effortless fight though.

"Go home, Bella. Don't come back." He runs away, joining the group to leave Bella standing in the rain.

I helped Bella into her truck and it felt like that day all over again. Only this time I was filled with a rage I've never felt before.

And when we got home I knew there was something wrong with me as Bella said the only words I never wanted to hear again. "[Name], you're really hot. Like burning." She mutters to me, backing away from my body. "I think you're hallucinating." I wave it off, lying to her is my best option right now. Charlie comes out and helps her inside. I sit in the truck, nervous about the steam with the rain again, it would prove that I'm heating up instead of being cold.

I can't turn. I can't.

I curl up in the truck seat, wanting to cry.

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"Don't Fear The Reaper (DARK!TOMMY)" A sneak peak...

A sneak peak from the first chapter of my new series "Don't Fear The Reaper" inspired by "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Öyster Cult. If you haven't already heard this classic 70's rock song then I would definitely go check it out. Not only is it a lyrical masterpiece but you may just get an idea of what's in store for this devilishly dark tale set to start next week.

They couldn't see him, why couldn't they see him? He was standing right there, right fucking next to you. You thought to yourself as your chest heaved up and down from the sheer panic rapidly coursing through you, your breaths coming in ragged shallow ripples as his black tailored coat grazed along your arm sending a burning shiver down your spine. A dumb game, a stupid dumb game. Why did you agree to this? You had unknowingly invited him back, summoned him after all the years you had painstakingly tried to keep his presence at bay. You panicked as you looked in the corner of your eye to see him rubbing his thumb over his forefinger, enticing you to look up, taunting you to meet the piercing glare you was certain you'd be met with if you dared to look his way. But yet you stayed motionless, frozen as your eyes slowly settled on your hand resting over the intricately detailed planchette as your friend beside you giggled at its erratic movements on the board below it, which either one or both of the idiots she had brought along with her were undoubtedly doing.

" Alright, which one of you wankers is moving it?" Your friend Helena demanded to know as you looked across to the prick that had been hounding you since the moment he laid eyes on you, a faint smirk playing on the corner of his mouth when a leather gloved hand crept across the table placing itself over yours, slowly lacing it's fingers between your own. Your whole body trembling, you desperately tried to pull your hand away when the sinister figure standing beside you grip tightened, keeping your from escaping his inevitable presence as the wooden triangle started to move. " Y/N…" Your friend said looking to you as the planchette stopped, your name having been spelt letter by letter in a gentle dance of toing and froing that swept across the board until all those present eyes widened not only in fear but confusion. If they weren't moving it, who was? Releasing his hand from yours he reached up, brushing away a lone tear resting on the top of your reddened cheek that had settled in the midst of the spine-chilling ordeal. "Babe, what's wrong?" your friend asked, your frightened, shaken demeanor concerning her enough to pull her hand from the game as she placed her arm around your shoulders in attempts to comfort you when you felt the very figure you had been evading for near a decade rest his thumb gently on the end of your chin, the sound of his leather gloves creasing sending a nauseating chill throughout your body as he turned your head to face him. And there he was. The man, the presence you thought you'd never see again, his face masked by the shadow of his peaked cap now visible to your eye, his ghostly pale skin brightened by his piercing blue eyes boring Into you as a smile formed on the edge of his lips…

" Hello darling. I've been waiting for you"

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

Spicy cake

Katya finds a new way to communicate her needs.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 1.4k • Warnings: suggestive talk (this is a given at this point) Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!! Masterlist

A/N: I owe this whole idea to @nataliasquote <3 ty girl

2028

Listen, Katya in the kitchen wasn't anything new. She cooked dinner three days of the week, and sometimes she liked to bake simple cakes or cookies, the ones from those boxes.

But she'd been in the kitchen, mixing and rummaging, for the past two hours, and Natasha was starting to get confused. No cake or cookie would take that long to make. Not even including prep and baking time.

On top of that, an unfamiliar smell filled up the house. It was cake, but a special kind of cake. Flavored? It had a hint of strawberries.

Now, it could be that Natasha's senses were still confused from the cake tasting they'd done just this morning. Four hours of trying different flavors and textures of cake to decide which one they should serve their wedding guests. Her tongue was still confused. 

Initially, she simply wanted to pick a flavor from the menu and tell the bakery to go with it, but Katya had pouted like a little kid who was robbed of going to the candy store. So they went cake tasting. Whatever makes the wife happiest.

Would Clint and Tony make fun of her for agreeing to go with Katya's choice and have a white chocolate cake with raspberry cream? Probably. It screamed, "my wife picked this and I went along with it because I'm a simp for her, and I couldn't care less about the flavor of the cake, and white chocolate is way too sweet for my taste". But Katya left the bakery with the biggest smile on her face, and that's all that mattered.

Blinking the sleep from her mid-day nap from her eyes, Natasha wandered down the stairs, curiously creeping up to the kitchen. The smell was even stronger here, seducing her into following her nose towards the source. She couldn't deny it, it smelled great, her mouth watering despite the abundance of cake currently being processed in her stomach.

"What are you—" 

A towel flew through the kitchen. One second, Natasha saw everything, the next, her vision was black. The smell of wet cotton filled her nose, filtering the one of freshly baked cake, much to her disappointment. Katya had thrown the towel with such precision and skill that it covered her face and stayed there, like a makeshift ghost costume.

"Don't look! It's a surprise."

Natasha felt like a complete idiot, standing there in the door opening with that thing on her head, but she didn't fight it. "What are you doing in there?"

"Making a cake for you."

Even blind, she knew what expression her wife was making based on the tone of her voice. Giddy, adorable excitement, the most endearing, bright smile on her face.

Natasha furrowed her brows, her heart swelling. "For me?" It wasn't her birthday, and she didn't accomplish anything exciting lately.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Just because." Katya beamed. There was some clattering, a few silent footsteps on the ground. Natasha sensed her body as it moved around the space.

"How can you even still think about cake after this morning?" She teased lightly.

It was meant to be a joke, one Katya would respond to with something witty or sarcastic, but Natasha's question was met with a pause that was a bit too long instead. Slowly, the smile faded from her lips.

"Should I have made something else?" Katya asked softly.

"No!" Natasha exclaimed in a hurry. She nearly tore the towel off her head to show Katya exactly how soft and grateful her eyes were. Even if she was literally puking from eating too much cake earlier, she'd still thank her wife for being so sweet. "No, baby, I love it." 

"Okay." The enthusiasm returned to Katya's voice, to Natasha's great relief. "Give me ten more minutes and I'll be done. Then I'll show you what I've been working on."

"Okay." 

Doing a 180-degree turn in her spot, Natasha pulled the towel from her head. Oxygen-rich air filled her lungs as she walked to the living room, plopping on the couch with her phone. She had to fight off a thoughtful frown as she scrolled away and liked some posts on her Katya fan account.

Something in her gut told her that she should be suspicious. Katya baking a cake wasn't weird, but Katya baking a cake after the cake tasting this morning was weird, and Katya hiding said cake was even weirder. Usually, she was happy to indulge her family in their curiosity. 

Natasha was knee-deep into another Katya fan account, and just about to zoom in on a bikini picture of her, when Katya's voice rang out.

"You can come back!" 

Cautiously, she locked her phone and returned to the kitchen. Katya shielded her masterpiece with her body, a huge grin on her face as she waited for Natasha to be ready. Ready for something mysteriously. Her enthusiasm would be more endearing if Natasha was less suspicious.

"Tada!"

The cake revealed itself when Katya stepped aside. Natasha narrowed her eyes at it, taking a few steps closer to see it better. 

Heart-shaped, it was at least ten inches tall and covered in pink buttercream. No fancy decorations, no other colors. Just a pink heart. Simple, classic, sleek

Oh, and two words on top.

'BANG ME'

Natasha just managed to keep her face straight, but it caught her off guard so badly she nearly choked on her own spit. Her heart skipped a few beats as she composed herself, putting on a nonchalant demeanor. 

"Okay."

Surprised, Katya perked up. "Okay?"

"Okay. I'll bang you," Natasha said casually, shrugging her shoulders.

Katya's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, her previous confidence faltering because of her wife's casual use of vulgar talk. "Nat."

"Is it not what you wanted?" Natasha asked, slowly backing the brunette up against the counter. "It's a very clear suggestion. Very on the nose."

"You want me on your nose?" Katya feigned stupidity.

"I-" Natasha closed her mouth and shook her head with disappointment, much to Katya's amusement. The woman's blue eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly smile exposing her teeth. It was hard not to roll her eyes at it. "I love your writing," she commented, looking at the cake over Katya's shoulder. It was the worst example of capital block letters ever. Any six-year-old could do it better on paper.

Katya frowned in offense. "Don't shame my writing. It was my first time using a smaller piping bag."

"I can see that."

The frown deepened. "It was between, 'Bang me', and, 'I love your tits'. I went with this one."

"Amazing choice, baby," Natasha said dryly, running her hands from Katya's hips up to her waist, sliding them under her shirt. "I'm honored that you felt a need to declare your love for my boobs on a cake."

"Maybe I can do that next time." Katya abruptly perked up. "Oh! I can make the cake in the shape of actual boobs!" She was so excited about that prospect that she looked ready to make that cake right now.

Natasha chuckled lowly, giving her waist a playful squeeze. "How about you work on some actual, actual boobs right now?"

Katya froze. Her gaze flickered to Natasha's boobs and lingered there, a shimmer of lust mixing into her enthusiasm. "Actually?"

"Actually."

The prospect made her mouth water, yet her joy faltered a bit as she looked back up at Natasha's face. "What about my cake?"

The redhead smirked, pressing Katya further into the kitchen island with her hips. "Oh, I'll eat your cake."

Bonus:

Brooklyn perked up as she followed Maya into the house, kicking her shoes off by the door. "It smells so good in here!"

"My mom must have baked something." Maya smiled, always happy to try one of Katya's masterpieces. Stress-baking has made a good baker out of her.

Without waiting for her girlfriend, Brooklyn hurried into the kitchen, following the aroma that drifted into her nose. She spotted it instantly. "A cake!" 

"What ki—" The girls stopped in their tracks, side by side as they read the words once, then twice, then another time to make sure they said what they said. 

Slowly, Maya's face turned red. And even Brooklyn, who usually didn't get flustered easily, started to pale. They were both familiar with the Russians' shenanigans, but they hadn't stumbled upon something so embarrassing yet.

"We're never talking about this again," Maya muttered, dragging her girlfriend out of there.

[lithium80writer]

Fantasy (EddieXReaderXBilly)

PART 2 of 4

⚠️ Four parts series of nothin’ but smut. EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you what your biggest fantasy is and you're hesitant to tell him. Will he allow it to come true?

**********

I can't just walk up and ask him. Hey! Wanna fuck me and my boyfriend?

How do I do this? Fuck, he's pretty.

"Just an oil change?" Billy mumbles, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just the oil... I think." you say shyly and he meets your eyes and gives you a little smile.

"Is that your car?" you point towards his Camaro. You know it's his. It's the same car he had in school. It still looks just as pretty.

He really smiles then. "Yeah, that's my baby." he grins. He begins to talk a little more as he changes your oil. You look at him in his white tank top. Little grease smears splattered on it.

There's something about a man with dirty hands. Working hands. Fuck me.

He makes small talk. Asking how life after school has been. It's been a while since you've seen him. Every once in a while you'd run into him in the grocery store or at a gas station but you always avoided him.

"You look good." he says slowly and you watch as his eyes roam your body.

Shit.. focus.

"So do you. You always do." you blurt and he chuckles deeply.

Ask him. Say something.

"Good to go." he pats your hood and throws the greasy towel over his shoulder.

"Wait.. Billy. I have something to ask you." you say nervously.

He looks at you with a smirk. He's so cocky but it's fucking hot. He already knows I want him.

"You wanna take me on a date, y/n?" he winks at you and you blush.

"Not exactly. I have a boyfriend." you say quickly.

"Okay... so we have to be like.. sneaky?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no. Not exactly."

Billy steps closer to you and you look up into his blue eyes. His stare makes you even more nervous.

"You have my attention." he drawls slowly.

Here we go.

*******

Billy stands there awkwardly as he lights a cigarette. "I've uh.. never done something like this before." he mumbles. You look over at Eddie who is smirking.

"So you're just gonna like.. watch?" Billy asks as he exhales smoke slowly through his nostrils.

Billy had wasted no time saying he would happily "fuck your brains out". But he wasn't keen on the idea of a threesome.

"Until you ask me to join." Eddie says casually.

"I won't." Billy says sternly.

"Okay." Eddie laughs lightly. "Then yeah.. I'll just watch."

"You guys are fucking kinky." Billy chuckles as he turns to you.

"Are you ready?" He gives you a look that makes you throb.

"Yes." you whisper as you pull the string of your robe. You let it fall from your frame leaving you in your favorite lingerie.

You watch as both of them look you up and down. "You look good, baby." Eddie says huskily.

Billy nods, keeping his eyes on you as he places his cigarette in the ashtray and makes his way closer.

His hand reaches out trails lightly down your arm before landing on your hip. Your breathing speeds up as he leans in.

"Billy?" you breathe as his lips get closer.

"Yes?" he smirks.

"I want it rough." you whisper and he smiles as he reaches down and picks you up easily, tossing you roughly to the bed.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, his chiseled body now on display. As he slips out of his jeans, Eddie comes to kiss you. You hold him close as his tongue slips in your mouth just for a moment.

He moves to whisper in your ear. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby."

You moan softly at his words and he kisses you one more time before hopping off the bed.

"She's all yours." he says to Billy and suddenly he's on top of you. His weight feels different. Heavier.

"Hi." you breathe out staring up at him. His chain dangles in the space between you.

"Hi." he returns with a smile. He glances over at Eddie and you quickly bring his face back to you. You grip the chain pulling him down and his lips are on yours.

Your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him close. His kiss is firm but gentle.

You slip your tongue in his mouth and moan at the taste of him. Your tongues swirl together wildly and you lift your hips pressing against him. I can feel him. He's big, like Eddie. I knew he would be.

He hums into the kiss as his hand wanders your body. You feel his large hand cup your breast and you moan as he squeezes it.

You keep your hand around his neck as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. You don't want his lips to leave yours. You weave your fingers through his sandy curls as he slips his hand under your lace bra to tease your nipple between his rough fingers.

His lips separate from yours leaving you panting as he moves to suck on your neck. His hand travels lower, slowly trailing across your stomach. He meets your warmth and moans feeling the crotchless panties.

"You're so fucking wet." he groans into your neck.

"Touch me, Billy. Please." you whine and he brings his face back to yours as he runs a single finger up and down your slit.

"You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Tell me." he burns as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Mmm.. yes. Both.. fuck." you moan as you keep your eyes on his.

He grins wickedly as he begins kissing down your body. His lips are soft and warm as he plants kisses across your breast and stomach.

He removes his finger and spreads your legs wide. You look down and watch carefully as his tongue dips inside of you.

"Ohh.. fuck." you whimper as he licks up your dripping slit.

You've wanted to see this for so long. Billy Hargrove buried between your thighs. Fuck, it's just like you imagined.

Your hips buck up and he presses them back down forcefully as he begins to devour you.

Eddie's POV

Holy shit. You slowly stroke your cock as you watch Billy going down on her. She's so fucking hot.

Her cries and whimpers are enough to make you cum but you want to wait.

I want to cum inside her.

You watch as she grips his hair tightly, pressing him deeper into her pussy. You hear the sounds of his tongue lapping. His lips sucking wildly.

I understand. She tastes so fucking sweet.

You spit on your hand and lean back as you continue to stroke yourself. She squeals loudly as Billy enters two fingers.

You're killing me, sweetheart.

You can tell by her sounds that she's close. Her legs are propped up on Billy's shoulders. You watch as they begin to tremble around his head.

There you go, baby.

She cries out his name as her body jerks wildly. You pick up speed, your hand moving quickly up and down your cock. You hear a guttural moan come from Billy as she cums on his face and hand.

I want to taste her. Fuck.. I'll get my turn.

You slow down your hand trying to hold out on your climax.

He's about to fuck her. And I can only imagine it's gonna be rough.

Y/n's POV

"Oh my god." you pant as Billy comes up from between your legs. The evidence of your orgasm all over his face.

"You're fucking sweet, you know that?" he growls before kissing you passionately. You taste yourself on his tongue as he lets out a moan.

He reaches down grabbing his cock, lining himself up, giving you no time to recover.

You gasp as you feel him stretch you. He takes his time, slowly gliding himself inside. Your legs begin to shake already.

"You're.. fuck you're big." you whisper. He was almost the same size as Eddie. Just a bit thicker with a little more length. Your mind started swirling with thoughts of both of them inside of you. He'll just need a little convincing.

You look over at Eddie who is watching you with lustful eyes. His hand slides up and down his cock as he gives his lip a small bite. He shoots you a little wink and your pussy clenches around Billy. Fuck, he's so hot.

Billy pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you bringing your attention back to him.

"Fuck!" you cry and he smirks down at you.

"You said rough." he chuckles.

You nod and he begins to thrust in and out. Slowly picking up his pace. You feel him deep inside as he rolls his hips into you.

"You feel so good..." he moans as you lift your hips meeting his thrusts.

You grip the sheets tightly as he slams into you again and again. Each thrust seems to reach deeper.

"F-fuck... Billy!" you cry out as he grips the headboard and begins to thrust into you mercilessly. You reach up, running your hands down his abs before gripping his waist tightly.

You dig your nails into him as he completely destroys you. The headboard slams against the wall again and again as he rocks into you.

"You like when I fuck that pussy?" he groans deeply.

"Yes!"

"You're so fucking hot, y/n.." he moans deeply as he slows down his thrusts.

You look down watching him pull out and enter you slowly, his member slick with your cum.

He kneels on the bed and brings your leg over his shoulder. His strong hand comes to grip your throat as he leans down.

"Make me cum, Billy." you beg.

"I'm gonna make you cum. You're gonna cum all over my cock, baby." he burns as his grip around your throat tightens even more.

Billy meets your eyes and runs his tongue across his teeth, a smile playing on his pretty lips.

"Ready?" he teases.

"Yes.." you whimper.

"You sure?" he grins as he slowly pulls out.

"Billy, fuck me." you plead.

The breath is knocked from your chest as he slams into you. This time he doesn't hold back. His grip is tight around your throat as he fucks you with no mercy.

Your head falls back and your mouth falls open silently as your eyes begin to roll. Your breasts bounce with every wild thrust.

You turn your head to the side as your eyelids flutter to watch as Eddie pumps his hand quickly up and down his cock.

He's gonna cum. I can see it on his face.

"You gonna cum for me, y/n?" Billy grunts as he rails you.

You nod quickly, feeling your leg shake against his shoulder. He's hitting your g spot every time he enters you. You feel your body aching for the sweet release.

"Harder.." you barely manage to get the word out.

"Fuck.." Billy breathes as he quickly pulls out, flipping you over. He slams your face into the mattress and enters you from behind.

You feel the sting of his palm against your ass and you cry out in pleasure. Your eyes are watching Eddie as your mouth falls open again, little hums escaping your lips as Billy destroys you from behind.

He smacks your ass again and you feel your climax coming fast. You struggle to focus your sight on Eddie. You see his lips mouth one word.

'Cum.'

Your body spasms wildly, your cum coating Billy's cock. Billy moans deeply as he feels you clenching around him. He's breathing heavily as he pulls out of you. You see Eddie's hand coated in his own seed.

"Holy shit." you say shakily. You sit up and turn to Billy, seeing his cock still rock hard. You take him in your mouth and begin sucking. His head falls back as you suck him clean.

"I want both of you." you purr, looking up at him.

He watches you as you take him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue slowly around his member.

"I... fuck.." he moans.

"She's really good at getting what she wants isn't she?" Billy chuckles looking over at Eddie.

"You're telling me." Eddie smirks.

You take him deep in your throat and look up at him through your eyelashes.

"Shit.. yeah.. yeah okay." Billy grunts. "Both of us."

Fuck yes.

Parts 3-4 can be found here 🖤

[caelyn08]

The boy across the street

Summary: You move to Stars Hollow as a senior in highschool. While unpacking your boxes, you look out your bedroom window, a glimpse of a tall brunette catches your eye.

You've just moved to Stars Hollow with your mom and cat, Toffee. After a long day of traveling, you finally made it to your new place on Main Street.

"Hun, please come help carry some of these boxes in from the car?" Your mom asks, standing outside digging in the car boot. You place down some bags of groceries on the counter top and make your way back outside.

"Thanks love." Your mom says, kissing you on the cheek as she passes you on her way into the house. You grab the last box and close the boot door, locking the car as you make your way back inside. Walking up the pathway leading to the front door, you see a tall guy walking down the street. You share a quick glance as you carry the heavy box through the front door.

"Anything else you need help with?" You ask your mom. She shakes her head with a smile, so you decide to start unpacking.

You stumble upstairs, a box of books in hand. You place the cardboard box down on your bed and cut the tape, opening it. You had sorted your books by genre, the romance books lay on top. You paced the room back and forth, placing books neatly on your shelves. On your way back to the bookcase, you glance out your window, noticing the boy that was walking alone along the street earlier. He had now gone into the house opposite yours. He peered out his window, noticing you looking back.

You quickly spin around, hoping he didn't notice you looking into his window. You close your eyes tightly and then turn back slowly, praying he's left. But there he stood, a gentle smile plastered across his features. You smile back, your stomach consumed with butterflies.

{the next day}

Your mom had to leave early for work, so you had to walk to the bus stop this morning. On your way down the hill in the road you hear someone catching up to you. You turn your head around to see the boy who stays across the street from you, jogging in your direction you.

"Hey" he said, slightly out of breath.

"Hey" you respond, with a smile.

"I saw you moved in across the street from me." He brings up, looking back to your house over his shoulder. "How's that going?"

"Yeah, my mom got a new job working at the Dragonfly Inn and so she moved us from the outskirts of Connecticut to Stars Hollow. Unpacking is going well for the most part, just got a little left to do."

"Cool" he responds. "You on your way to school?"

"Yeah, I'm catching the bus though."

"Where do you go?"

"I've been sent to Chilton. You?" You ask, looking up from the ground and in his direction.

"Oh, I go to Stars Hollow High."

You both continue walking down the street, making conversation. He accompanies you to the bus stop and then offers you his hand. "I'm Dean, by the way."

"I'm y\n, it was nice meeting you." You smile, shake his hand and then climb onto the bus.

After a few weeks of living in Stars Hollow, you and Dean have become quite aquatinted with one another and he walks you to the bus stop every morning. You've been to the local store, Doose's Market, for "things" on a regular basis, but in all honesty, you've only been going so often because you know Dean works there.

One afternoon after school you went to Doose's Market to pick up some groceries your mom had forgotten to get. The little bell above the door jingles as you step into Doose's Market, scanning the shelves for the few items you need. You grab a pint of ice cream, a loaf of bread, and a box of cereal - you know, the essentials.

At the counter stands none other than Dean, looking bored, leaning one elbow on the register. His floppy hair is a little messy, and the green apron tied around his waist only makes him look more endearing.

As you approach the register, he straightens up, flashing you a quick grin.

"Stocking up for a wild Friday night?" Dean asks playfully.

You smirk, setting the items on the counter.

"Oh yeah. Cereal for dinner, bread for breakfast. Ice cream is just... a lifestyle choice."

Dean chuckles, scanning the ice cream first.

"You know, I read somewhere that cereal for dinner is the ultimate sign of giving up." He says with a slight grin.

"Whoever said that clearly doesn't know how satisfying Lucky Charms can be."

He raises a brow, glancing down at your box. "Frosted Flakes. Classic. Respect."

"Thanks. I live life on the edge."

Dean bags your items, but his hands slow deliberately, as if he's in no rush to end the conversation.

"So, this is what, the second time this week I've rung you up for ice cream." Dean mentions.

"What can I say? I'm consistent." You say with a slight smile.

"Or predictable." Dean says, looking down at you.

"Touché. What about you? You working every time I come in, or just waiting to catch me at my weakest moments?"

Dean leans forward slightly, resting his arms on the counter, "Maybe a little bit of both." The playful smile on his lips makes your heart skip a beat.

"Well, glad to see my grocery habits are keeping you entertained."

He shrugs, handing you the bag.

"Hey, anything to make this shift a little less boring." Dean says, looking at you with his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Glad I could help." You say as you grab the bag. Dean leans in just a bit closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you can hear.

"Same time next week?"

You can't help but smile. "Only if they have a sale on Frosted Flakes."

Dean chuckles as you turn to leave, the sound of his laugh following you out the door.

"I'll save you a box."

The little bell jingles again as you push your way out of Doose's, groceries in hand. The sun is now dipping low, casting the street in warm, golden light. You're halfway down the block when you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

"Hey! Wait up!"

You turn just as Dean jogs toward you, breathless but grinning. His green apron flaps slightly as he slows to a stop, hands on his knees for a second to catch his breath.

"What, forget to charge me for something? Or did you miss me already?"

Dean straightens up, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly trying to play it cool but failing adorably.

"Both. I mean - wait, no. Just one of those."

"Smooth, Forester."

He steps closer, a little shy now but determined. "Look, I've been thinking. I keep seeing you come in, and we talk, an it's... fun."

"Aw, is that your way of saying you like me?" You tease

Dean chuckles, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Maybe, I just- okay, here goes. Would you want to, I don't know, grab coffee with me sometime? Or dinner? Or.. whatever people do when they're not buying cereal or ice cream?"

You cross your arms, pretending to think it over. "Hmm. I don't know. I've heard dating your checkout guy is pretty risky."

Dean smirks, leaning in just enough to make your pulse race. "Risky how?"

"Well, what if I agree, and it goes badly and then the next time I'm in the store, you give me expired milk out of spite?"

Dean laughs, and you couldn't help but join him.

"Id never. But I can promise free paper bags for life."

"Now that's a tempting offer." You say in a mock serious tone.

"So.. is that a yes?"

You smile. "It's a yes, but only because I was promised free paper bags."

"Of course." Dean plays along, with a slight chuckle. "Pick you up at seven?"

"Sure, see you then." You say, turning to leave.

{later that evening}

You're all dressed up and ready for your date. You look out your window and watch Dean walk across the street and before you can second-guess your outfit one more time, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" You call out to your mom. You head downstairs and open the door, Dean's eyes glisten as he sees you. He's leaning against the doorframe like the leading man in a romantic movie. He's wearing a plaid button-up, his messy hair slightly tousled in a way that makes him look effortlessly handsome.

"Hey, you. Ready for the best date of your life?" He asks, grinning widely.

"That's a pretty bold claim, Forester. Let's hope you can back it up." You say with a smirk.

He chuckles, tilting his head toward his truck across the street. "Come on, skeptic. I've got a whole night planned just to impress you."

You grab your bag and step out onto the porch, and Dean immediately offers his arm like some old-fashioned gentleman.

"Are you always this charming?" You say teasingly.

Dean pretends to think "Hmm.. mostly for you. But I do try to keep my standards high."

You role your eyes playfully and let him lead you to the truck. As he opens the passenger door for you with a flourish, you can't help but laugh.

"Wow, chivalry isn't dead after all." You play.

"Told you. Best date ever."

The drive through Stars Hollow is slow and cozy. The autumn air smells like fallen leaves and cinnamon, and the lights from the town square glow softly as you pass by. Dean taps his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with the music playing on the radio - a familiar indie tune that makes you hum along.

Dean glances over at you "You know, if this date goes well, I might even let you pick the radio station next time."

With a mocking gasp you reply "A second date? Are we moving too fast, Dean?"

He laughs, a deep and warm sound that makes your heart flip. "I'm just trying to plan ahead. Gotta make sure you stick around."

The truck pulls up on the edge of town, where a small carnival is in full swing-string lights, food stands, and laughter filling the cool night air. Dean hops out and runs to your side to open your door, offering his hand like you're royalty.

With a grin you mention, "I could get used to this."

Raising a brow, Dean replies "You better."

He tugs you along to the entrance, where the smell of popcorn and fried dough immediately makes you sigh with happiness.

"Okay, Dean. You win. This is already pretty perfect."

Teasingly Dean replies "See? And we haven't even gotten to the cotton candy yet."

He buys two tickets for the ferris wheel, and before long, you're sitting side by side in the small carriage, the town below growing smaller as the wheel lifts you higher. The air is cooler up here, and without thinking, you scoot a little closer to him.

Softly Dean asks "You cold?"

Teasingly you answer "Nope. Just strategically stealing body heat."

He chuckles and drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in tighter. "I don't mind. Steal as much as you want"

As the ferris wheel carries you both to the top, Dean looks over at you "So.. second date?"

"If you're lucky."

Dean smiles softly at you and then places a hand upon your cheek. He slowly closes his eyes as he pulls you in. He kisses you softly as if you were glass that could break at any point. He pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. You slowly pull back, leaning your foreheads together. You bite your lip softly, a smile soon overcoming your lips. This definitely was the best date you'd ever been on. You and Dean spend the rest of the night laughing, joking and smiling, all mixed with the occasional kiss.

[seospicybin]

ONE MORE DANCE.

Hyunjin x reader. (s,f)

CHAPTERS: ONE DANCE / VESPER.

Synopsis: Successfully sold his painting, Hyunjin fulfilled his promise to spend all of his money on you. (9,8k words)

Author's note: As always, enjoy this one :)

"Oh! I know this one!"

Hyunjin was carefully picking up his paintbrush when you grab the sleeve of his shirt, showing the poster of famous paintings stuck to the wall of the art store.

He puts down the one he's holding and back into its wooden box to look at the poster you're pointing at.

"It's The Scream by Edvard Munch," you confidently say with a smile but it slowly fades as doubt slowly settles in your face, "right?"

He puts his hand around your shoulder and sneaks a quick kiss on your temple, "you're right," he says.

You brightly grin at him and place your hand on the small ok his back, lightly caressing it with your knuckle as you look at the poster, then asks, "what is it called The Scream though? What is he screaming at?"

That's the one thing that he likes about you, you're always curious and open to learning new things.

"See? This is why this painting has been misinterpreted for over a century," he says.

Your eyebrows furrowed in question, "how?"

"Most people assume that the figure in the painting is screaming in terror and agony. But that's not actually the case," he explains.

You stop caressing his back and scoot closer to him, putting your hand around his waist, "so what it's actually about?"

Hyunjin licks his lips before answering your question, "the artist, Edvard Munch painted it after experiencing a deep red sunset that overwhelmed him and triggered a panic attack."

He guesses you can see that from the intense combination of colors that visually describes what the figure was seen in the painting.

"At that moment, Munch felt though as the world was closing in on him and the only way to escape was to cover his ears and shut out the noise," he then gently pulls you to stand in front of him so he can cover your ears with his hands.

"So the figure in the painting isn't screaming at all, he's covering his ears in an attempt to block out the overwhelming sensation that is causing him to panic,"

He puts his hands away from your ears, then places them on your shoulders, "so it's not just a painting of a screaming figure. It's a powerful and relatable depiction of the human experience," he finishes.

You seem to get the truth behind the painting is much more interesting and poignant but what amuses him the most is this moment of enlightenment every time he tells you one of those bits about paintings.

"If he isn't screaming then why it's called The Scream?" You ask with pure confusion.

You have very critical thinking and he loves that about you. He slips his hands under your arms and holds you, "it's the world that is screaming at him," he simply answers.

"Oh, wow!" You lowly gasp in awe.

You place your hands on top of his, "that completely changes the way I interpreted and adds layers of depth and meaning to this painting," you say, still a bit bewildered by the revelation.

You turn your head to look at him, "why are you so smart?"

Hyunjin nonchalantly shrugs with a cocky pout that makes you giggle in response.

"Save some brain for the rest of the men, please?" You turn around to face him while keeping his hands wrapped around you.

He shakes his head, then gently kisses your nose.

"I have the perfect boyfriend," you compliment again with a sly smile on your face, but he knows you're just fishing for another kiss from him.

How can he refuse when he likes kissing you? He leans in but you turn your head to the side, looking at something behind him.

"I've seen that one so many times!" You say.

Hyunjin turn around to see the printed poster of the Rococo painting known as The Happy Accident of The Swing. He sucks air through his teeth and turns you around to look at the poster together. He leans into your ear, then whispers, "it's about sex."

You snort in disbelief, "yeah, right."

Hyunjin flashes you a daring stare, "you don't believe me?"

"How is it about sex? The lady is having fun on a swing," you tell him your simple interpretation of the painting.

He lightly shakes his head at you in disagreement, "for one, that man is looking right up the lady's dress," he says.

Your mouth pursed into a doubting frown, "please, proceed!"

With the chance you've given him, he's more than eager to enlighten you once more.

"The one who's pushing the swing is her husband and he's unaware of the presence of the other man hiding behind the rose bushes, which, in rococo art was a classic symbol of female sexuality," he explains with his hands steadily holding you by the waist.

"The young lover thrusts his cap in the bushes and at the time, a man's cap was often used to conceal an erection."

Your mouth hung open at that bit of information and shot him a glance.

"The lady's shoe has been cast off in her swinging movement and I think you know what exposed ankles got to do with sexual desires at that time, right?"

"Oh, yes, definitely," you shortly reply while nodding.

You suddenly turn around to face him and grab the front of his shirt, "talking about sex..."

His heart pitter-patters just from you mentioning it, oh... the power you have over him.

"You want to do it at the art store? Really?" He teases you.

You burst out laughing, gently pushing him away, "you're deranged!"

He chases you as you walk through the hall of kinds of paintbrushes in different sizes and colors and materials.

"Finish your shopping quickly because we have to go somewhere," you say with a sly grin.

Since you pique his interest, Hyunjin hurriedly picks a few things around the store and paid for everything.

It feels good that he finally gets to pay for his things himself and not only that, he gets to buy you things just like he promised you.

What he doesn't expect is you take him to a lingerie store. He stops you as you're about to push the door of the store.

"I'll just wait outside," he says, refusing to come shopping with you.

You pout at him, "you said you'll spend your money on me."

He takes out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and offers it to you, "take it with you," he says.

Instead of taking the wallet, you grab him by the wrist and drag him inside.

There's only another lady looking around the store and another one is the staff working behind the checkout counter, but Hyunjin can tell that his cheeks are heating and reddening.

"What are you so shy about?" You ask with a low laugh.

It's that obvious and Hyunjin gets even more flustered so he keeps his head down low. He knows he's being silly, it's not like he's in there to feed his strange fetish.

"Help me pick!" You link your arm with him, taking him to a section of matching hanged matching underwear in various colors and fabrics.

To be honest, Hyunjin can't pick any because he knows you look way better without them and he likes it that way. But to pass the chance to see you in something like this, not when he has seen how extremely dangerous you can be in them.

There's something he's curious about though, "you're buying some for work?"

You scoff and strongly deny, "no."

He looks at you with a questioning face.

"I'll buy them myself for that," you say as you take an underwear in electric blue color and feel the fabric with your fingertips.

You slip your hand under and rest it on his back, "I make you choose because I'll be wearing them for you," you say with your wide, innocent eyes.

He knows that he shouldn't be performing anything obscene in this very place but knows that you want to wear something of his choosing just to please him, making his blood pump in the direction that he doesn't want it to go. At least, not right now.

He swallows air to calm himself down and focus on the task at hand, his hand awkwardly scanning the selection of matching underwear on a railing.

It's not hard to imagine you wearing them but he gets uneasy with every image flashing through his head, raising the temperature of his body.

He thinks you'll look pretty in white lace but on the other hand, he likes seeing you in red silk fabric. When he thinks about it again, it doesn't matter which one you're wearing as long as he gets to be the one taking them off of you.

"I'm going to try a few of them. Do you mind waiting?" You ask.

He pecks your lips and smiles, "not at all!"

Hyunjin sits on the small round sofa facing the fitting rooms and waits for you while trying on your lingerie picks. He checks his phone for any new emails related to his paintings.

The door of your fitting room creaks open and he glances up to see you pop your head between the door, "baby, can you help me?"

He puts his phone away and comes to your aid, "what happened, beautiful?"

You open the door a little wider for him to get in, "something stuck... my hair..." you answer.

Hyunjin quickly gets in and closes the door behind him after, "let me see!"

The next thing he knows, you pin him against the wall and kiss him hard. It takes him a moment to finally get a grasp of the situation, that you're wearing nothing but your underwear, and your breasts are squashed between your chests.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss to catch a breath, "babe, we're—"

You shut him up with a haste kiss, "shh..." you hushed him, "we're doing a little misdemeanor."

He recognizes this combination of a sly smirk and naughty hands that are going down his body, and he knows how it's going to end: he’ll let you have what you want.

"It's small and tight and hot. It's the perfect place to do it," your lips graze his lips as you speak.

"To do what?"

You seductively giggle, "I'll show you," you say, sinking your mouth in his neck.

Hyunjin gasps as you slip your hand inside his jeans and start touching his clothed cock, getting hard with every gentle stroke.

He's getting a little antsy, afraid that someone would come knocking on the door or worse, barging into the fitting room even though he clearly sees that it's latched.

"Maybe we should—"

You shut him up with another rushed kiss on his lips, then whisper, "be quiet!"

The eyes you're giving me telling him that you're up to no good and he's right, you're going down until you kneel on the floor.

Slowly, you unzip the fly of his jeans and pull it down low enough to let his semi-hard length out of its confine. You wrap your hand around it, your thumb rubs the tip of his cock in circular motions.

"Be good for me and keep quiet, mmh?" you tell him as you keep pumping his cock right in front of your face.

Hyunjin can't find it in him to promise you anything, he knows that's going to be one hell of a task. He knows what you are capable of, especially with that pretty mouth of yours.

His chest is heaving as his breath grows heavy, he can't look away when you begin taking him into your mouth, little by little.

You wet the tip with your tongue and smear the saliva down his length as a lubricant, you put your hair to one side before putting his cock in your mouth again.

Your mouth is easing down his length until it fully disappeared in your mouth, your lips wrapped around him so beautifully.

A low moan falls out of his mouth and echoes in the small space. You pull away after a moment with a gasp and a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock.

This is a view that even he doesn't dare to dream of yet secretly yearns to see from time to time.

Hyunjin wipes the mess around your mouth with his thumb, "can't even wait until we're home, mmh?"

You put his thumb into your mouth and suck on it, you let go with a satisfied grin, "I want it so bad," you answer.

Fuck! You know how much he likes your blunt, shameless answers and it's making him incredibly hard it starts twitching in response.

You put your hands on your lap and look up at him with those big, innocent eyes, then sweetly you ask, "Please?"

How can he say no? The only right answer is yes.

Hyunjin brushes all of your hair to the side and holds your face for a while, "have it as much as you want, angel," he replies.

You flash him a delightful grin and don't waste time taking him into your mouth again, this time you add your hand to compensate for the rest that your mouth can't take.

Not only are you pumping his cock, but you're also sucking it at the same time. With those stimulations going all at once, Hyunjin's eyes are fluttering shut, overwhelmed with pleasure.

His erratic breath grows louder and he fears everyone walking past the room can hear it but that's the excitement of it.

The fact that everyone else is unaware of the lewd thing you do together inside the fitting room introduces him to this newfound thrill. He looks down and sees you enjoying pleasing him with your eyes never straying away from his.

"Want to let everyone know what you're doing to me?" He asks you.

You don't answer but keep sucking him harder so that a moan slipped past his mouth. He takes it that you chose to give him a hard time to keep it in the room.

Hyunjin tries to stop looking down only to see it through the mirror, your head bobbing in front of him and your ass resting on your folded legs.

It's getting hard to hold it in when your mouth feels so good around him, you know how to twirl your tongue to add more to it.

"Baby, you should stop," he softly tells you with his hand in your hair.

He sighs as you ignore his words and keep going, he tries again and desperately says, "I'm going to cum."

You finally let go but keep pumping it with your hand, "cum in my mouth," you simply reply.

You don't wait for his agreement but put it back into your mouth, this time you mercilessly keep going without any sign of stopping.

Hyunjin unintentionally tugs at a fistful of your hair as he lowly grunts against the wall, almost slumping down as his knees grow weak.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he repeatedly says with a ragged breath.

You stop sucking but keep the tip in your mouth but your hand continuously pumps his slick cock. Hyunjin can feel it shooting out of him and he watches as you take it in your mouth.

You open your mouth to take a little more of him as his load keeps spurting out of him. You lick it clean for him and for a few seconds, he can see the white of his seed on your tongue before you swallow it all down.

After zipping up his jeans, Hyunjin immediately helps you wipe the mess around your mouth and gets you up from the floor.

"Did you like it?" You ask.

Hyunjin places his mouth on yours, the same one that has just pleased him a while ago. He kisses you deep with his hands around your waist.

"I got so tempted to let everyone know how much you pleased me," he answers.

You giggle in response and let him kiss you down the column of your neck.

And even though there's still enough space for two, he keeps pulling you close until there's no gap between your bodies.

-

"Need help with the bags?"

Hyunjin watches you taking the shopping bags from the backseat as he waits in the car. He's dropping you off at the entrance of the apartment building since he's heading to his new rented studio a few blocks from here.

You collect your purse next from the passenger's side and he pouts when you're about to close the car door.

"Are you not going to kiss me first?" He asks.

You chuckle and rush to bend over with half of your body inside the car, "you're such a baby," you cutely fuss.

He unbuckles his seatbelt so he can meet you in the middle, "I am your baby," he simply answers.

He hates it whenever he has to part with you, but Hyunjin doesn't want to slack off anymore. He has to get back to the studio and paint so he can always spoil you like today.

You're not specifically asking for it but after what you've done for him, he must do so.

When his lungs start to scream for oxygen, that's when Hyunjin allows himself to pull away from the kiss.

"Are you still going to work tonight?"

You nod.

"Told you I can provide for us now," he playfully remarks but deep down, that's what he wants.

He wants you to stop working and let him provide for both of you. However, you are your own person and he believes you have personal goals to achieve, there's nothing he can do about it but be supportive like you've always been to him.

"And I'll keep making you spend your money on me," you say back with a chuckle.

"I don't mind at all," he says and kisses you again, his hand that is on your neck slides down to your chest, and smoothly, he thrusts in hand into your cleavage.

"Stop seducing me and go to your studio, please?" You say against his lips while putting his hand away from your chest.

With one last kiss on his neck, you get out of the car and close the car door after. He watches as you carry your shopping bags in both hands and walk into the apartment building.

When he gets to the studio, his heart is content and ready to paint.

It's when he's alone his emotions can show and he'll pour it out onto his canvas, expressing what he feels in strokes of paints and mixes of colors.

He has no specific muse for his art but life itself. Lately, though, he paints with his head filled with you. Your smile, your laugh, your face, your body... the whole you are a source of inspiration to him.

You may have become his muse.

Apart from the obvious fact that you're his biggest supporter, not only financially but also emotionally. You never stop encouraging him and making him believe in himself, that he's on the right track.

If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be back here in the studio painting his second series for his next exhibition. He's been diligently working on it for the past few days that he forgot the time, that he was supposed to be at home to welcome you home and takes care of you like he always does.

He comes home at dawn to find you already sleeping on your side of the bed, looking so peaceful that it feels like a crime to wake you up.

Hyunjin consoles himself by placing a tender kiss on your forehead and lips, "Sleep well, my love," he whispers to you.

As if you heard him in your sleep and sense his presence, you snuggle to his side with your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Hyunjin guesses you must be so used to sleeping next to him, your body fits right into him like a piece of puzzle slides into place. He affectionately caresses your face that he longed to see whenever he closes his eyes.

He slides his hand down the curve of your body and whimpers at how your skin is soft like a floating cloud in the sky.

But what he likes the most is the heart of yours that lies beneath your skin and bones, the heart that tirelessly loves him past his shortcomings and mistakes.

He puts his hand there and feels it beating under his palm, then softly, he whispers, "I love you."

-

Hyunjin patiently waits for you to wake up to tell you good news.

His face lights up when you come out of the bedroom, trudging your way to the kitchen while twisting your hair into a messy knot.

"You came home later than me but how come you woke up earlier than me?" You mumble as you go right into his arm, hugging him.

Hyunjin firmly holds his coffee mug to not slosh it, he hugs you back with an arm around your shoulder, then kisses the top of your head.

"What do you want for breakfast?" His hand starts going up and down your back.

"Cereal," you shortly reply with your head resting on his chest.

"With cold milk?"

You nod again and look up at him with a smile on your face.

"Why don't you sit and I'll get it for you?"

"Okay," you place a quick kiss on his cheek, then walk around the kitchen island to the dining table.

You start eating once Hyunjin is served a bowl of cereal with milk in front of you while sitting cross-legged on the chair. Hyunjin goes back to the kitchen to get you a cup of coffee and comes to sit next to you, watching you eat while sipping his coffee.

He waits until you're done to ask you something, "will you be working today?"

Your eyebrows raise for a second and he guesses you get the hint that he has a plan for you today, "well if you have a better plan..." you say with a playful smile and a shrug.

He chuckles seeing you already got excited even when he's only hinting at it, "I do have a plan," he says.

Your smile grows wider, "yeah?"

He can't help but smile along with you, "I'll be taking you out for dinner tonight."

You smack your lips together as you start to guess in your head, "where?"

Hyunjin puts a stray hair behind your ear and holds the side of your face, it's hard to look at your face and not get the urge to kiss you so he allows himself to give you a long kiss.

"Somewhere special," he finally answers.

"How special?"

He leans in close to the side of your face, "very special."

You bite your lower lip in anticipation, "should I know why?"

He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee, "do I need a reason to spoil my girlfriend?"

You take your coffee mug as well, "of course not!"

Hyunjin admires the effort you put into dressing up for tonight.

He's been waiting in the living room in his attire of black suit and slicked-back hair for almost an hour. It's getting too long that he starts to get worried that something is happening behind the bedroom door that you keep closed so he can't watch you as you get ready.

He knocks on the door, "are you okay?"

A second later he heard a faint answer from inside the room, "In a minute!"

He softly chuckles at your irrelevant answer but now he heard you still respond to his question, he takes it that you still need time.

He's walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water when the bedroom door finally opens, he spun on his feet to look at you.

Goodness, you look stunning in a black dress! It doesn't expose any skin except for the part below the hem of the dress that falls right above the knee but the dress is skintight, perfectly capturing the beautiful shape of your body.

His thirst intensifies, a glass of water wouldn't be much help at this point.

When his eyes land on your face again, he sees your scintillating smile, "I'm ready," you tell him.

The problem is he's not ready yet to share this sight with everyone else.

"Can you twirl for me, my darling?" He nicely requests.

You don't hesitate to do what he asked but slowly turn on your heels until you face him again.

Hyunjin has to consciously remind himself to breathe but it seems useless to do so when you're so breathtaking, he can't keep your eyes off of you. If he can't keep himself in control, it would derail his entire plan for tonight.

He holds his hand out at you which you eagerly take, "you're so gorgeous," he sweetly praises.

You place a hand on his chest, "and you should say that to yourself," you say back with a flirty smile.

The urge to take a look at you at any chance possible is making it hard for him to stay focused on his driving, the night has just started but he gets impatient already.

He consoles himself by holding your hand and kissing it, knowing the night is special already because you're in it.

"Have you made a reservation?" The waiter asks when Hyunjin is about to enter the hotel restaurant.

"Yes, it's under Hwang Hyunjin," he answers.

The waiter checks on his computer and delightfully gasps at the sight of his name on the list, he walks to the front of his desk then says, "this way Mr. and Mrs. Hwang!"

He glances at you at the way the waiter addressed both of you and sees you smiling as he walks with you to the table.

It's not the first time you've both been having dinner at a fine dining restaurant.

With the money he got from the painting he sold, Hyunjin is finally able to afford it. This will be his first time taking you out on a proper date and paying for everything.

It's even nicer that he's not getting any complaints from you because you know this is his way of spoiling you. He's happy that you're thoroughly enjoying what he offers you.

Everything is so perfect, the food, the candle laying low on the center of the dining table, the smile on your face, and the eyes that are looking back at him.

"Am I forgetting something? Your birthday? Our anniversary?" You ask with eyebrows furrowed in panic.

Hyunjin lowly laughs, "no."

You let out a sigh of relief and take a sip of your wine, "okay, we're good," you say.

You prop a hand under your chin and look at him, "this is perfect!"

He shakes his head, "you're perfect!" He says back.

You reach for his hand on the table and lace it with him, "we're perfect," you correct him.

There's so much to say but words can't do justice to what he truly feels at the moment, but the way he looks at you tells so much. His finger trails the back of your hand and the smile that never leaves his face for a second.

He's content, happy beyond what his heart can contain.

-

"Honeymoon suite, huh?" You playfully say once both of you got into the elevator to get to your hotel suite floor.

Hyunjin holds his smile as he pushes the button on the panel but you're relentless, you crash your body against him and push him backward until his back meets the mirror walled the elevator.

You lean in close to his face and tease his lips with yours, "we skip the wedding and go straight to the honeymoon part, mmh?"

You tip your head to the side with your eyes looking through your lashes you say, "I like that."

What is this small space with a mirror remind him of? The fitting room where you gave him a glorious blow job that he gets shiver still whenever he thinks about it.

His heart starts to beat out of his chest and he found his hands wrapped around you. He can't think when your lips are so close to his that he gives in immediately when it grazes...

He aborts his plan as the elevator doors slide open and an elderly couple got in. He puts one hand away and the other rests on the small of your back.

"You almost got me," he whispers to you.

And he keeps his guard up as he stepped out of the elevator, holding your hand to guide you to the suite which he specially booked for the two of you.

He gives you the privilege to open the door and be the first to get inside, he can hear your soft gasp as you go further inside the suite.

"Champagne and roses?" You raise an eyebrow at him at the spread of delicacies on the table.

You take a strawberry out of a bowl of them and walk to the double doors that lead to the main bedroom. He chases after you and leans against the doorway to see you admire the level of romantic gesture he puts in it.

You flash him an impressed smile at the sight of rose petals forming the shape of a heart on the bed. You run and throw yourself at him, "ugh, it's so romantic I'm so jealous of us!"

After a little tour around the suite, he takes you back to the living room and sits on the sofa. He starts by opening a bottle of champagne and fills two flutes with the bubbling alcohol.

Clinking your glasses together, you both take a sip and don't waste time refilling them again.

"Okay, it's the right time to tell me the truth," you say as you take your champagne flute from his hand.

"You're not sick, right?"

Hyunjin's eyebrows knitted into a question mark, "sick? I'm not sick," he innocently answers.

You let out a sigh again, "I can't help but think that you're taking me here because you have bad news to tell me," you say and gulp your champagne in one go.

He lets out a low laugh, "It's partly true."

You abruptly swallow down your wine and let out a hiccup.

"I have news but a good one," Hyunjin immediately clarified his previous remark.

You gently punch his arm, "just tell me what is it!"

"Ouch!" He yelps in pain, then laughs.

While rubbing his arm, he decides that it's the perfect time to break the news he's been keeping to himself, "I sold another painting today!"

Your hand flew to your mouth as you squeal in excitement, "oh, my God!"

Without thinking, you throw yourself at him again and he topples onto the sofa. He may as well holds you back as you lay on top of him.

"I was so happy today that I thought I was going to hear something bad from you," you nag him.

He laughs from under you and slowly, he puts you down to lie beside him on the sofa, he sees your eyes brimming with tears.

"These are tears of happiness," you tell him before he gets the wrong idea.

He pulls you close and holds you again, "it's because of you," he says.

You groan in disagreement, "it's because you're talented and passionate and hardworking and—"

"And you endlessly supported me throughout everything," he finishes your sentence.

You coo in response, "don't mention it, baby, I know I'm a great girlfriend," you brag.

The celebration continues with more glasses of champagne and feeding each other strawberries dipped in chocolate, it gets messy when you intentionally smear the chocolate all over his lips.

"I'll clean it for you," you enthusiastically lean in and clean the mess on his lower lips in kitten licks, finishing it with a long smooch on his lips.

"Thank you," he mutters after.

"You're very welcome," you cheerily answers.

Hyunjin dips another strawberry into a bowl of chocolate sauce and eats it right in front of you which you intently watch without blinking.

"Let me!" You say as you take his hand and slowly, you take each finger in your mouth to clean the chocolate sauce on them.

It's too late to avoid getting into your trap when he's already down the rabbit hole.

You just know how to raise the temperature and intensify the tension. When you get to his middle finger, you take all of it into your mouth and suck gently at it, you do it without straying your eyes away from him.

Hyunjin slowly pulls his finger out of you and sees it glistening wet with your saliva. Fuck! Now all he can think about is how your red-painted lips would look wrapped around his cock.

He's losing it and his body reacts faster than his brain, he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hard and deep that you're having a hard time catching up with him.

Everything is out of control. His lips, his tongue, his hand, and your hand that go down his body only make his slacks tighten around the crotch.

Hyunjin reminds himself again of his initial plan and stops your hand from going lower, he breaks the kiss with a gasp that surprised you as well.

"What? Why? Didn't you book a honeymoon suite so we can have it?" You ask in confusion.

You put your hand on his neck and tug at the collar of his shirt, "by it I mean sex, just so we're clear," you explain.

Hyunjin softly chuckles and pecks your lips, "that's true," he says.

"Then why did you stop me?" You ask with an uneasy smile.

He smiles at you and gives you a look of fondness, "I have something to ask," he says.

You swallow air and turn nervous, "does it have something to do about the way the waiter called us Mr. and Mrs. Hwang?" You ask with squinted eyes and a sly smile.

He enjoys torturing you by keeping you second-guessing his intentions, "Uhm... maybe," he vaguely answers.

Your face slightly turns into an expression he can't quite decipher, it's a mix of excitement, confusion, and a little fear. But your eyes tell him something different, they're full of twinkles, of hope.

You get up to sit on the sofa and fix your hair quickly with your fingers, "go ahead then. Ask!'

Hyunjin fixes his sitting position and looks at you without saying anything, he wants to build the suspense by stalling and making you wait in anticipation.

He has a conflict inside of him, a part of him hesitates to ask for it and the other part of him wants it so much, the thing is it's not something that he can easily ask from you which is what makes it special.

If he gets rejected, he sure as hell won't ask for it again.

"Ugh, the suspense is killing me," you groan as you grab him by the shoulder, then shake it to snap him out of his head.

He takes your hand and holds it close to his chest.

"Now that I sold another painting..." he stares at your face that turns serious once he begins talking, "can you perhaps..."

He bites his lower lip as hesitancy stops him from talking.

"Can I perhaps what?" You ask, shaking his hand this time.

He bites his lower lip while mustering up the courage to continue talking, "can you perhaps..." he takes a deep, shaky breath, "give me a lap dance?"

Your face turns flat for a second then drastically changes into an amused one in the next second, "a lap dance? That's what you're asking for?"

Hyunjin stifles a nod.

You drop your head onto your hands and laugh, "baby, why did you hesitate so much to ask me that?"

He shyly shrugs in response.

You lean in close to press a gentle kiss on his lips, you hover above him as you speak, "give me a minute to get ready, okay?"

You press another kiss on his lips, "be good and wait for me," you tell him.

Hyunjin nods and takes his task seriously, as you get inside the bedroom to get ready, he gets up from his sofa and takes his suit jacket off.

He decides to sit in the middle of the sofa and nervously waits for you to return, drinking a few gulps of champagne straight from the bottle that it drips down the corner of his mouth.

When he sees you walk out of the bedroom only in your lingerie, he almost choked on his drink but he managed to swallow it all down in time.

You're wearing the one he chose for you, the red silk one that makes you look like a flourishing bud of a rose. You keep your hair down and slightly tousled, you applied a fresh coat of lipstick which only makes him crave a kiss so badly.

You steal glances at him as you walk around the room like a feline creature, your hips swinging and your heels clacking against the floor. Standing against the wall, you start dimming the lights in the room.

Hyunjin's chest feels heavy as his heart is pounding faster and faster. His eyes won't let go of his sight on you, following your figure as you play music from your phone and it starts easing the tension in the room.

As you take steps closer toward him, he can finally see your face and he sees no warm smile on you but a piercing gaze and a seductive smirk.

It's like looking at a forest fire, beautiful yet so dangerous. But he can feel his heart burning in desire as you start dancing, bending your body over into sensuous shapes that lure him to keep looking.

You get down on the carpeted floor and lay down, running your hands down your body, feeling yourself with your close. He likes seeing you enjoying your own touches that he wants to put his hands on you when all he can do is claw the sofa.

You crawl over to him and part his legs open, your hands are on his thighs, gliding them up to the pulsating member inside his slacks.

He almost groans when your hands stop going and get yourself up from the floor, bending over against him while batting your eyelashes at him.

You lean in and tease his slightly parted open mouth, the warm breath brushing his face sweet and intoxicating. He caves in immediately, leaning in to kiss you but you pull away right on time.

You triumphantly giggle as you stand between his legs, enjoying the loss drawn on his face. Then you put up one leg on the sofa next to him, taking his hand you place it on your thigh.

He hesitates at first, thinking that it's just one of your teasings. Once he glides his hand to the back of your thigh and all you do is just look at him in with fierce eyes.

Getting braver, Hyunjin places the gentlest kiss on your inner thigh. He looks up to see you smiling at him and without warning, pushing him until he reclines on the sofa.

You get onto his lap and begin to slowly grind on him, back and forth, making friction against the growing bulge under you.

You cup his face and softly gaze into his eyes, "you like it?"

Hyunjin, wide-eyed and foggy mind, innocently nods.

You hold his face with both hands then say, "you'll like this more."

You bring his face close to your chest and bury his face in between your breasts, keeping him there with your hand holding the back of his head.

Hyunjin is more than eager to drown in your soft mounds, drinking in the natural scent of your skin and having a taste of it by taking the flesh in his mouth.

Again, he is caught off guard as you push him back and keep a space between your bodies with him. You look down to see the wet marks he made on your skin from his kisses.

Hyunjin unapologetically smiles at you, the glints in his eyes are far from satisfied but he is impressed by what he did. That only lasts for a few seconds, until you get up from his lap to stand in front of him again.

"You like this too much," you say to him with a warning glare.

That could go two ways but he gets excited for both turns out, all he knows is that you'll make it harder for him not to shoot his load right there and right now.

Your hands reach to the back to unclasp your bra, slowly you slide it down your body until it's off of you. You toss the bra at him and he shamelessly takes a sniff of it, it smells as heavenly as you.

You don't give him a break but back to sit on his lap once more, dropping your ass right on his crotch he lets out a gasp and rests your back against his chest with your head lolling on his shoulder.

It's getting hard to focus when his brain is so close to short-circuiting, not when you take his hands and use them to cup your breasts.

"You like this way too much," you lowly say to him while looking up at him through your lashes.

You sound so small and fragile but at the same time, undeniably seductive and fierce, it gives him the feeling of petting a wild animal.

But Hyunjin is more than willing to get a scratch, a bite, getting his body devoured by you. He's willing to go through that much pain just so he can touch you.

His heart feels like bursting when he finds you returning his kiss with the same eagerness, setting his body ablaze.

"I want you so much," he whispers against your lips.

You give in to his want and cater to him, laying on the sofa so he can have you however he wants. There's nothing more beautiful than you trust your life to him.

He completely loses it as he entered you, slowly burying his length inside you. He continuously groans about how good it feels to finally be inside you after that much teasing.

You rip his shirt open as he hovers above you, placing kisses on his warm, soft skin.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of your bodies colliding and the moans escaping both of your mouths. Hyunjin steadily lifts your hips and your legs wrapped around his waist, thrusting into you so hard that his slicked-back hair is falling over his head.

The sight of your body moving along to his hard pounding is what keeps him going, your breasts bouncing on your chest and your hands holding onto the headrest of the sofa.

"Hyunjin, please!"

There you go again, calling his name with that begging voice that arouses him so much and makes him feel like that man who can make you cum.

"Please, want you to cum," you breathlessly say between your moans.

He picks up the pace without intending to, relentlessly thrusting into you with his fingers dug into each side of your hips. He groans as he's getting closer to his release.

"Want you to cum, baby," you whine again with your eyes screwed shut, enjoying the pleasure, the pain, and everything in between.

Hyunjin lets go of his hand and splayed it on your abdomen, he knows he's on the brink of climaxing and that it only takes a few more thrusts to do it.

"Cum on me, please?" You plead once more.

You're lucky you told him right before he snaps, he quickly pulls out of you and keeps stroking his cock until strings of his seed paint your body white. His mouth hung open but nothing comes out of it while his hand tirelessly pumps his cock until the last drop of his cum landed on your stomach.

The sensation of finally getting his release overwhelmed him and he can only watch you squirming on the sofa while smearing his cum all over your body with your low moans spilling out of your mouth.

You look down at your body and flash him an impressed smile at him, "we're in a honeymoon suite but doing it on the sofa."

Hyunjin chuckles at your words, he reaches for a clean napkin from the table but you stop him as he's about to wipe the mess on your body with it.

"I want a bath, please?" You sweetly ask with your elbows propped against the sofa.

He tosses the napkin aside and nods, "I'll get it ready then."

-

Another bottle of champagne is being opened as you waited in the tub filled with a bubble bath.

You squeal as the cork pops open and he joins you in the tub, drinking champagne straight from the bottle in turns. You take a handful of suds on your hand and blow it until it floats in the air for a second.

You look over your shoulder at him, "are we going to do this every time you sold a painting?"

Hyunjin puts down the champagne bottle on the bathroom floor and gasps, "we can do it every day if you want," he says.

You shake your head, "no, I don't want that."

He wipes the suds covering your neck to kiss you there, "why?"

You rest your back on his chest, "I want to keep it special," you simply answer.

"Good point!" He agrees.

Hyunjin's hand dives under the water to clean the mess he made on your body, gently rubbing it with his fingertips. He teases your hard nipples once in a while, pinching them between his fingers.

You scold him a few times just to have him shut you up with a kiss and you melt right away against his lips.

"You know what I need right now?" You ask.

His hand slides down to the delicate flesh between your legs, "yeah?" He seductively responds to you with his mouth pressed close to your ear.

"Cheeseburgers," you answer.

He chuckles because it's not the answer he expected, he wraps his hands around your waist and feels it too, the hunger grows inside his stomach.

The night feels exceptionally long and that rarely happens. Time usually runs out so fast when he's with you but that won't stop him from enjoying every second with you.

That includes eating burgers on the sofa in a bathrobe with you, it tastes like the most delicious and expensive food he ever had.

In reality, it's not the food, it's you that elevates the whole thing and makes it precious.

After done with late-night meals, he can't find it in him to clean up and stays on the sofa with you, while you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm so full," you say with a contented sigh.

"Me too," he says back and presses a quick kiss on your temple.

You hold his hand resting across your shoulder and lazily rub it with your fingers, "tonight is so perfect," you say.

He angles your head to place a kiss on your lips, "you're perfect."

You brightly smile hearing his words and kissing him back in gratitude, "were you planning this for a long time or came up with it at the last minute?"

Hyunjin feels cornered by the question.

"Be honest," you tell him while squeezing his hand.

"Honestly..." he stalls by drinking his can of cola.

"I booked the suite at the last minute," he honestly confesses.

You chuckle at his answer, "it doesn't matter, okay? I just wanted to know," you assure him.

Should he be relieved that you didn't ask further about it? The real reason why he took you here apart from the fact that he sold another painting? He figures he should keep it that way.

"Want to go to bed?" He asks.

You nod.

Suddenly, he lifts your body into his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He puts you down and helps you take off your bathrobe.

He watches as you slowly lay your body down on the petals scattered on the bed. Feeling mischievous, he scoops some petals, then showers you with them.

If only you know how beautiful you looked with those rose petals scattered around you.

"Come here!" You tell him with your hand stretched out at him.

Firstly, he takes his bathrobe off and climbs onto the bed. He lays next to you on the bed and blows on a rose petal on your chest. He keeps blowing on it and makes you giggle at the ticklish feeling of his warm breath and the rose petals brushing your skin at once.

Hyunjin stops blowing on it and starts kissing your body, dragging his mouth to your heating core. Slowly, you spread your legs open for him and let him have a taste of you, hungrily and ferociously drinking your essence as it revives him for every sip of it.

"Oh, my God!" You lowly gasp with your hand in his hair.

You arch your back as he sucks hard on your clit and twirls his tongue around it, "you don't need to do all that I'm ready for round two," you tell him with a giggle.

His face hovers between your legs as he looks at you to speak, "can you at least let me show you how good I can make you feel?"

Your hips dropped onto the bed and you start laughing, "but baby, you're already so good at it," you tell him.

You bring his face close to kiss him and taste your essence all over his mouth, licking it clean for him.

Hyunjin has to admit that you're good at distracting him, next thing he knows, you have him pinned under you.

"Let me make love to you now," you say.

Oh, having you straddling him and making love to him in painstakingly slow motions making him flutter inside.

He places kisses all over your chest and neck, anywhere he can land his plush lips on. He likes how you clung to him as you desperately chase your high.

"You feel so good, my love," he whispers into your ear.

He kisses your neck and nibbles on the skin, "always so good," he adds.

He can feel you clench around him, making his brain works at a sluggish pace to keep whispering sweet praises at you.

"Want to cum inside you, angel," he softly whispers.

He guides your hips to keep moving, knowing that you're getting close to your climax.

"Will you take all of me, beautiful?"

He rushes a kiss on your open mouth, "let me fill you full with my love, mmh?"

You hastily kiss him on the mouth, "yes, please, yes," you breathlessly say.

He brushes all of your hair to the side and peppers your shoulder with kisses. He drags his mouth back to your ear and whispers, "let go, baby, cum around me."

With that being said, you slowly let go and slip into immense pleasure, cumming around him. Hyunjin tightly holds you as you relish your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, he gently lay you down on the bed and pulls out of you, he doesn't want to overstimulate you so he decides to pump his cock with his hand.

When he feels it coming, he hurriedly pushes his cock deep enough to plant his seed inside you. His hand gropes around to clasp it with yours, "take all of me, my sweet love," he coos at you.

You put your legs around his waist and pull him, sending him toppled on top of you.

"I love you," you softly tell him that he can it in your eyes, filled with nothing but warmth in them.

His heart quivers still whenever he heard those three words coming out of you even though he knows without you needed to tell him.

"I love you," he says back without a beat.

That's just how certain he is with his feelings toward you and the faith he has in the future you would have together.

-

Today is the beginning of that future.

Hyunjin has been watching you sleeping for a while that he loses track of time. You sleep so well that he can't bring himself to wake you up.

A moment later, he sees your eyes fluttering open like two butterflies about to take flight. He can never get tired of seeing this face that lights up when you see him.

"Morning, my love!" He sweetly greets you with a kiss on your lips.

"Morning," you sleepily reply as you slip one hand under your head.

He removes the strands of hair covering your face, "breakfast?"

You pull the duvet to your chest and hold it close, "yes, please!"

He places another kiss on your cheek, "have a few more minutes of sleep and I'll wake you up when the food arrives," he says with a tender caress on your face.

You nod and close your eyes again while clutching the duvet close to your chest.

Hyunjin picks up the phone to order room service and waits for a few minutes, he puts on a bathrobe to get a trolley full of breakfast food.

He takes it to the bedroom and climbs onto the bed to wake you up again, gently placing kisses on your bare shoulder.

"Breakfast is here," he informs you.

"Mmh," you respond.

Slowly, you get up to sit on the bed while rubbing the sleep of your eyes. You take Hyunjin's shirt hanging on the nearest chair and put it on you.

Hyunjin gets everything ready on the tray, a plate of toast, and a cup of coffee for you. He can see that you're getting more awake with every sip of coffee you take. He takes this so that he can start talking with you now.

"How's your sleep?" He begins.

"Splendid," you answer with a bright smile and put down the drained cup of coffee.

"Want more coffee?"

"Yes, please."

He likes it whenever you say one of the magic words, it makes him want to give you the world because you deserve nothing less than that.

He pours more coffee into your cup and you see something on top of the tray, "what's that?"

"It's a card," he answers while handing a cup of steaming coffee.

You crawl over his legs to get it and read the card, written on it are the words, 'Good morning to Mr. and Mrs. Hwang!'.

He's been wondering what you thought about it so he asks, "what do you think?"

"The coffee is excellent," you innocently answer.

Hyunjin softly chuckles, "no. Not that."

"Oh?" It only registered to you that he's not asking about the coffee.

You hold your coffee cup in one hand and start thinking of an answer, "the name rolls off the tongue, don't you think?" You say with a sly smile.

He nods in agreement and takes a piece of toast, then shoves it into his mouth.

"How about we make it official?" He casually asks.

You dryly laugh before taking another sip of coffee, thinking that he's just pulling a prank on you.

He picks up his suit jacket that hanging on the chair and pulls out a ring from inside the inner pocket.

"What do you think?" He asks, showing you the ring it catches the light, reflecting the morning sun at you.

"It's a nice ring," you answer.

Hyunjin was wrong to think that you're already functioning well from one cup of coffee. Should he wait until you finish your second cup or...

"Oh?" You gasp.

"OH!" You gasp again, louder and a hand flew to cover your mouth.

You turn your head at him with your eyes wide open, you finally got what he meant with his question earlier.

"Are you proposing to me?"

Okay, maybe you're not truly getting a grasp of the situation but Hyunjin is eager to ask you again.

"Yes, I am," he replies.

He slips the ring into your ring finger and it perfectly fits you as it belongs there in the first place and forever.

"What do you think?" He asks again.

"Perfect!" You reply as you admire the ring on your finger.

You crack a laugh and look at him, "yes, please, marry me," you properly answer his proposal this time, "I mean, yes, I do."

You throw yourself at him and almost spill your cup of coffee all over the bed, Hyunjin hurriedly secures them back onto the tray, then puts it away.

"You don't look so happy," he teases you.

You jerk back and shot him a bewildered look.

"I was just joking," he immediately adds with a pat on your head.

You scoot closer to his side and rest your back on his chest. You keep admiring the ring on your finger, then turn to look at him, "you know what?"

"Yes, my love?" he asks back.

You take his hand and rest it on your lap, "I'm not saying I'm overconfident or... I don't know how to explain it but I just knew that this time will come," you explain and gently squeeze his hand.

You shyly laugh and turn away from him, "I know it sounds silly but... I can't think of the future without you in it."

You look at him and deeply stare into his eyes, "I don't know about you, but I believe that we're meant to be together," you say with your eyes twinkling against the pale morning sun.

Hyunjin smiles because now he knows he's not the only one having this faith that your lives are meant to be intertwined forever.

He puts his forehead against yours and kisses your nose, "want to know something?"

"Do tell!" you softly respond.

"That I am meant to get a lifetime of free lap dances from you," he jokingly remarks.

You burst out laughing at his answer and reply back, "Congratulations on that!"

Hyunjin should congratulate himself for a lot of things, for you, for your unconditional love and endless support, for making him better as a person and an artist. However, on top of all that, he should congratulate him for another thing and that is getting your love for free.

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Wild Visions - Chapter 7

Even with their bossing brother finally returned to them, the Chain struggle to decide what to do about Wild's condition. Dark on the other hand, has his own plans in store for the Champion.

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“Did we have to tie him up?” Twilight asked. 

He sat on a blanket close to where they had tied Wild to a tree at the edge of their camp. They had chosen a spot to the side of the road at the top of a small hill surrounded by thin threes. There was a well at the bottom and Hyrule had been grateful to fill his waterskin and take a good long drink. 

Warriors looked up from where he sat near the fire, his gaze drifting between the Rancher and their captive Champion. 

“He's still a danger to us. I doubt he's going to be overly friendly when he wakes up Twi. I don't like it any more than you do, but I like a sword in my back or a knife in my throat even less.”

“Have his hands healed up yet?” Hyrule asked from the far side of the camp. “I know we already rubbed some potion into them, but we could…”

“We're not force feeding him Rulie,” Twilight almost growled. “He could easily choke on it.”

Wild's hands had been badly burned by the Master Sword while he swung her against her other bearers. Apparently in his addled state he hadn't felt it, but when Hyrule had inspected them afterwards, he found intense burns on Wild's fingers and palms. 

“Has anyone got any bright ideas on how to snap him out of it yet?” Wind asked with a mopey sounding tone. 

He poked at the fire with a stick, eyes fixed on the sputtering flames. Though occasionally he would glance over in Wild's direction. Sky gave him a comforting pat on the back and offered Wind a bowl of soup and some bread. The kid refused both and continued to stab at the wood slowly becoming consumed by the flames. 

“I'd suggest a counter spell, or simply waiting it out,” said Legend. But without knowing what we're dealing with, magic could make it worse. 

“I found something in his pack while he was asleep,” Hyrule said sheepishly. 

He had his back turned to Wild. Hyrule didn't want to have to look at his brother, tied up and bruised from his fall earlier. 

“Oh?” Wars enquired. 

“He's carrying a potion I've never seen before. It's yellowish and it smells vile!” Hyrule wrinkled his nose at the memory of the scent. “Don't know where he might have got it. But it's definitely magical. If he drank some then perhaps it might explain what's happened to him,” he suggested. 

“A potion huh?” Legend mused, rubbing his chin as his gaze wandered over to the unconscious hero. 

“I've never come across anything like that,” Time uttered, slowly getting to his feet. 

He wandered across the camp and knelt down beside Twilight, placing himself in front of Wild. He was about to reach out and open Wild's pouch, when the boy suddenly awoke. 

Dark meanwhile, had been hiding in the shadows of the trees at Wild's back. Though this little side trip had put a spanner in the workings of his plan, it was entertaining to watch the heroes fight each other. It was then that the shadow had a brilliant idea. He altered Wild's perception once again, changing the forms of the other heroes in his mind. Dark couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he took a peek through Wild's eyes and saw what the Champion could see. 

Time sat before him, appearing almost as he usually did, except there was something off about his eyes. No longer were they bright blue, instead they held a crimson malevolence, just like his Shadow.

“You!” Wild hissed, trying to back away from those glowing eyes and that wicked smile. “What have you done with Zelda?” 

“Done with her? We haven't done anything with her,” Time indicated the other heroes gathered around the fire. 

Link's heart sank as he looked around and saw that each of them looked the same. They all had brightly glowing red eyes, their lips curled into cruel and wicked smiles. 

“Then where is she?!” Link demanded. 

Staring around at his captors, Link couldn't see Zelda's face among them. What he could see were his brothers, twisted and altered. It made him sick to look at Wind and be faced with crimson eyes. 

Time tried not to take Wild's attack personally. He clearly recognised them at the moment, but something wasn't letting him trust his brothers the way Wild should. Time decided to focus on trying to get answers and took a more direct approach. 

“What's in the vial in your pouch Link?” He asked, frown deepening despite his best efforts to stay calm. 

“What vial?” Wild replied quickly.

Too quickly Time thought. He turned briefly to Twilight, who could offer nothing more than a brief shrug. But Wild had revealed something, even if he wasn't aware of it. That potion meant something to him. Time could tell Wild knew exactly what he was talking about and he wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible. 

Hidden in the shadows, Dark bristled. He could sense his designs were about to unravel. The eldest hero was getting too close to the mark with his inquiries. 

“Tell me about the potion Link?” Time asked again, more firmly. “What is it? Who's it for? Is it for Zelda?”

“Of course it's not for the Princess!” Link scoffed. What an absurd suggestion. 

“It's for me! The king gave it to me in case I failed. If I couldn't bring Zelda to the castle, or someone stopped me from taking her there. I was to take the poison.”

Everyone froze, no one hardly dared to breathe. Had Wild really just said what they thought he had. Time was the only one brave enough to ask the question on everyone's lips. 

“Link, did you say it was poison?” He asked slowly, carefully watching for Wild's reaction. The young hero nodded slowly. 

“It was given to me to make sure I kept my promise. If I failed, I was told to take it,” he replied, head hanging. Utterly miserable in his circumstances. 

“Who gave it to you?” Twilight demanded, though his voice was harsh, his anger was not directed at his cub. 

“It was the Kin…” Link paused. 

He remembered speaking with the King. He remembered being ordered to bring Zelda back to the castle. But, there was a gap in his memory before that. Link had just assumed that it had been the King who gave him the little vial of poison, but perhaps he had made that up. 

“Can you not remember?” Asked Four. 

To Wild it sounded like a taunt. As though Four was rubbing Wild's failure in his face. In reality of course, Four was merely trying to ascertain the truth of the matter. 

“Why should I tell you anything?” Link spat in response. “You'll only find a way to use it against me! Traitors all of you!”

He turned his head and pressed his lips into a thin line. He wasn't going to speak with these shadows of his brothers a moment longer. At the earliest opportunity, he was going to break free, grab Zelda and make a run for the castle. 

Warriors tried to pretend that being called a traitor didn't sting just a little bit. He sighed and got to his feet, with nothing to do he simply walked away from the campfire until he leant against a tree. 

Time also felt that they were getting nowhere fast with their current tactics. He followed Warriors and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“You alright?”

“I've been better, Sprite,” Wars uttered. 

His fingers curled into a fist against the bark of the tree in front of him, but Time's hand on his shoulder helped to quell his anger. 

“We'll fix this, I promise,” Time assured him. 

Time hated seeing his big brother like this, looking so helpless and frustrated. Usually when Wars was faced with a problem he wouldn't rest until he found a solution. This time however, he seemed to be falling apart at the seams. 

“I know, it's just,” Wars paused, glancing over his shoulder. “I can't take seeing him like this. Seeing the hate in his eyes. How can you bear it?”

“I can't,” Time replied simply. “He's my… You're all my boys, you know that. And I can't bear to see any of you in pain or distress. Which is why we're going to fix whatever is wrong with Wild. No matter what it takes.”

Unknown to the two older heroes, Hyrule had been sitting nearby, listening to their conversation. He'd been trying to figure out why Wild had thought he was Zelda. That seemed the most important factor. Beside the conspicuous bottle of poison of course. At the start of this madness Wild had attacked everyone except Hyrule. He claimed Hyrule was Zelda and wanted to take her/him to the castle. 

If Hyrule's hunch about who had given Wild the poison was correct then he had a theory in the works. At some point in the night, Dark Link had lured Wild into the woods. The Shadow had done something to Wild to alter his perception and his memory. Perhaps involving the muddle bud spores Time and Four had found. If Dark Link was to blame then a few more things would make sense. 

It wasn't too big of a stretch to assume that Dark knew about Hyrule's blood curse. None of his brothers knew, but of course a servant of Ganon would know. Hyrule Castle was the last place where Calamity Ganon was defeated in this era, therefore it still held a strong connection to his spirit. If Dark were to get Hyrule to the castle and use his blood to enact the resurrection ritual, Ganon could be reborn. So Wild was just a puppet, bewitched into doing Dark's dirty work of delivering Hyrule to the castle. To his death. 

Dark was growing bored of this pantomime. Even his patience had its limits. He wanted the Hero with the blood curse. He wanted to resurrect the Calamity. He wanted revenge. 

While the heroes were distracted with their own conversations, Dark slipped up behind Wild and conjured a dagger. Silently, he cut the ropes tying Wild to the tree and slashed through the bindings around his hands. 

“Shh,” Dark whispered into Wild's ear. “Don't make your move just yet. They know where the Princess is. They're keeping her prisoner, just like you. If you take a weaker one, the one with fairy blood, you can use him to find her. Take Hyrule as your captive. Do what you must to find your princess.”

Dark grinned as he felt Wild's energy focus towards Hyrule. He gently placed the dagger into Wild's hand, which gripped it in a vice-like fist. Stepping back into the shadows, Dark simply waited for the fireworks to begin. 

“Do you have any spells in mind, Lege?” Four asked. 

At that moment, Twilight briefly turned to look at the others, giving Wild his opportunity. He sprang forwards, pushing off the tree trunk with one foot. He lurched towards Twilight and pinned him to the ground. As he jumped forwards, his knee caught Twilight's nose which blossomed with a shower of blood. 

The others scrambled to react, but no one wanted to hurt Wild and restraining him again was nigh on impossible. 

Wild made a bee line for Hyrule, swinging punches at anyone who tried to stop him. Seeing the dagger in Wild's hands, Hyrule threw his arms up in front of his face. But no blow came. Instead Hyrule felt Wild's arms suddenly wrap around him, holding one arm behind his back. Wild's other hand held the knife point at Hyrule's throat. 

The rest of the Chain stopped in their tracks. Some dropped their weapons. 

“I'm taking this one to the castle. Anyone tries to follow us, and I cut his throat!” Wild growled, locking eyes with each of the boys to make sure they got the message. 

“Wild…” Wars tried to interseed, but stopped short when Hyrule suddenly gasped.

The tip of Wild's knife pressed painfully against his jugular. Hyrule's body went rigid, afraid to move lest Wild's knife find a vein. Panic flooded Wars’ veins as a thin line of blood began to trickle down Hyrule's throat. 

“Don't!” He shrieked, “Wars please don't. Let him take me, it's not worth more of us getting hurt.”

The fear in Hyrule's eyes seemed at war with the courage in his voice. For a moment Warriors couldn't decide what to do. Every instinct told him to charge forwards and do everything he could to save Hyrule. But the blade at his brother's neck stayed his hand. Wars looked up into Wild's eyes, finding them hard and his gaze set into a firm stare. He took two steps back and sheathed his sword. 

“We will fix this Hyrule,” Wars vowed, giving Hyrule a solemn nod. 

“I know, I don't doubt you Captain,” Hyrule replied, taking care to swallow as he spoke. But he managed a weak smile to help reassure his friend. 

Seeing that the Chain were not about to rush towards him and try to overpower him, Wild began his retreat. Keeping a firm grip on Hyrule's arm, Wild lowered his blade and dragged the other hero along with him into the trees. 

< Part 6 : Part 8 >

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hi salad! Can i please request an impure regression fic about little!Wilson going nonverbal 🙏🙏

Here you are! I'm almost to the bottom of my request stack, yay! It's late when I'm posting so sorry if I've glazed over any mistakes, I'm sure I'll catch them tomorrow and facepalm lol

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Word Count: 1003

Summery: Wilson has been quiet since they got home. House goes to find out what's up and finds him regressed in his room.

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If he was being honest, House hadn’t noticed the absence of Wilson’s usual milling around the apartment until his stomach started growling. Ever the motivated housewife, Wilson was always meal-prepping and tidying, and if they had a kid, he would be hovering over them and permanently messing with their sense of independence as all good mothers. He was also usually the one who started dinner after they got home, but now it was nearing eight-thirty and the only thing he’d heard from Wilson was quiet footsteps to the bathroom and back over an hour ago. How very un-Wilson of him.

He grunted as he pushed himself off of the couch and hobbled down the hall to Wilson’s room. 

“You better not be jerking off in here, because I’m coming in!” He announced, before unceremoniously opening the door and walking in. It wasn’t like he cared all too much about privacy, but he wasn’t exactly looking to be flashed on a Friday night; at least, not by Wilson.

There was nothing scandalous going on in Wilson’s room; nor was he sleeping, which was his second guess. Instead, he found Wilson curled up on his side, on top of the covers in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, gripping his teddy bear against his chin. He looked up at House with round, tired eyes, but didn’t say anything.

He fished his bottle of Vicodin out of his pocket and popped a couple of pills. So he was regressed, then. He could probably deal with that.

He still wasn’t entirely used to the whole “caregiving” thing, but he had yet to catastrophically fail and traumatize Wilson’s three-year-old self, so he was tentatively confident as he sat down on the bed by his feet. 

“So… What’s going on here?” He motioned to Wilson’s generally sad, floppy-ness. Now that he was closer it was obvious that he had been crying at some point, his eyes were bloodshot and it looked like someone had vacuumed the soul out of him.

Wilson didn’t respond, which seemed to be a trend with him. Of the few times he had been regressed around House, he had only spoken more than a few words consistently once. Wilson had explained to him that while he technically could speak, it took too much energy and he usually decided not to. He wished adults worked like that, he would go home every day with so many less migraines.

“O-kay… Do you need me to do anything, or are you good to just… be sad?” Wilson seemed to have himself handled, but he figured he should do his due-diligence, just in case.

Wilson looked around the room for a second, thinking, before slowly raising a hand and doing what House recognized as the baby-sign for ‘food’.

“Hungry? Me too. I guess you want me to make you something?” He asked, and Wilson looked away and scrunched up more. “Relax, it was an offer. I’ll see what I can scavenge from the cupboard.” He got up and made his way to the kitchen, and after a minute he heard Wilson climb out of bed and follow him.

Wilson dropped into one of the dining room chairs and watched him intently as he rummaged through the cabinets for something quick and kid-friendly. He pulled out a box of Kraft Mac n’ Cheese. Kids liked this stuff, right? 

“Will you eat this?” He asked, and Wilson nodded mutely. “Perfect.”

He dumped the pasta into a pot of water and began to heat it over the stove, watching as the water turned a murky, starch-filled beige. He remembered seeing these boxes in the store when he shopped with his mother as a kid. She always refused to buy them because “those are just chemicals”, and she was probably right, but he still smirked to himself at the idea of getting to stick it to her after all these years.

Once the pasta had cooked, he strained it and dumped in the neon-orange cheese powder, a spoonful of butter, and some milk. After a quick stir, he had a pot of edible-looking yellow macaroni. It didn’t smell like chemicals. He poured some into two bowls and gave one to Wilson before joining him at the table. Maybe it was the kind that killed you slowly. He could live with that.

Wilson ate his portion far too quickly for the quality of the product, but he supposed he was mentally a toddler. It was okay, all things considered. They sat in silence as House picked away at the pasta and Wilson fiddled with the paws of his bear absently. He was staring off at nothing, and House could see that whatever had upset him earlier was still bothering him.

Eventually he decided to bite the bullet. “Do you want to talk about it? Or— sign or something?”

Wilson firmly shook his head no.

He shrugged. “Okay.” He took both of their dishes to the sink and left them at the bottom for Wilson to clean up tomorrow. “I think it’s time for bed now, hm?”

There was no resistance on Wilson’s part, which wasn’t surprising. He looked so exhausted it was almost unsettling, and easily allowed himself to be led back to bed.

“And this time, we get under the covers. It’s a great invention, I know.” He pulled the covers up over Wilson’s shoulders, and once he looked settled, turned to go back to the living room.

But the second he pulled his hand away, Wilson let out the most pathetic kicked-puppy sound he could possibly muster. With a sigh House sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand back, and immediately the fussing stopped. He chuckled, “Oh you are needy.” 

With nothing better to do, he began gently rubbing up and down Wilson’s back until his breaths evened out and he was asleep, snuggling his bear. House couldn’t help but smile slightly. He really did look like a little kid. 

“Goodnight, Jimmy.”

[13a07s]

My Home

(Keishin Ukai Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Honeyutopia]

Requested by: Nada

Word Count: 3,659

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Toots, Baby, Tootsie Roll, Bitch, Shit, Babe

Teasing Threats of Violence

Smacking

Hair Pulling

Blow Job

Head Pushing

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     The sound of shoes against the wooden stairs tips me off to Keishin's return. My eyes occasionally glance at our bedroom door, my focus on listening to him move around the apartment instead of the TV show I'm watching. His keys jingle as he hangs them by the door, his voice soft as he grumbles to himself. "Toots?"

     "In here!" I call, turning my focus back to the TV. My hands go back to focusing too, slowly continuing to crochet the blanket I've been working on. The box tucked into the corner of our closet is full. This last blanket will push it to overflowing. I'll have to ask Keishin to bring the box to the shelter when I'm done with this project.

The door squeaks as he pushes it up, my pretty boy leaning in the frame, his hands clinging to the top of it, and his arms stretched out as he leans forward. "There's my Toots. Let me show you my Roll."

"Pervert," I giggle, sparing him a glance and a head shake. "I'm not going to let you flash me."

"Aw, why not?" I can hear the grin in his voice almost as well as I can hear his footsteps across the room. "You know I love it when you stroke my, uh, ego." As I expected, Keishin's face is drenched in a smile even with his eyes drowning in exhaustion.

He kicks off his shoes, the sound of them and his bag hitting the floor promising another thing on my to-do list tomorrow. Keishin crawls into the bed, stretching out diagonally so his feet hang off but his head can rest in my lap, arms snug around my waist.

     My arms and project fall still underneath him, the ball of yarn and my crochet hook probably stabbing into his torso. "Rough day?" I murmur, tugging my hands out from under him. They settle on his back, gently massaging as my eyes trail over his t-shirt. They float across the white material like a boat in a foamy sea, enjoying the bright cloth and the way it hangs on his body. No longer an athlete but still the loose build of one. What a wonderful situation I get to enjoy.

"Not rough, just long. A bit stressful too," he answers, the words coming out jumbled because of his face buried in my lap. Keishin steadily starts to relax under my touch, the knots in his muscles starting to become more evident. "The farm was just a blur, then the store, and ya. Then the boys are all worked up about their practice match this weekend and I don't know. Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst, you know?"

"I know, Baby," I coo, focusing my attention on his shoulders. My thumbs dig into his muscles, starting the slow but needed job of working out his sores.

"I think I have a plan though."

"Oh, ya?"

     "Ya," Keishin sighs, rolling his shoulders to adjust to the new feel of them. "We're going to use Tsukishima - the tall one with glasses - as a sort of director, I guess."

     "How is he going to be a director?" I half listen to his explanation, cozying into the rhythm of his voice and the feel of my hands soaking in his body heat. Occasionally, I nod my head, hum, or throw out an "oh ya?"

     "But anyway, that's my plan. I don't know how well it's going to work, let alone how to explain it to the kids."

     "Do you want to practice?" I ask, my focus falling away from his back. Instead, I mess with the small silver hoops dangling from his ear, rotating them through his piercings. "If I can understand what you're trying to say I'm sure the boys will get it too."

"Really?" He mutters, lifting his head to peer up at me.

"Ya, Baby." My hand slides away from his ear, falling to rest against his face, my thumb rubbing his cheek.

     A soft smile settles on his lips, his head tipping to press into my hand some more. "You're the best, Toots."

     "Don't tell the others," I tease, leaning down to be closer to his face. "You'll dry up my street cred and then I'll have to beat you to get it back."

"Oh, I know. But I so love it when you beat me," Keishin teases right back, closing the gap between us with a kiss.

"Pervert," I grumble when we pull apart, rolling my eyes at him.

"You love it."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes," he drags out the word, a mischievous smile crawling on his face. "You love it so much," he adds, gripping my waist tighter.

"Kei, what are you doing?" He doesn't answer me, softly chuckling instead. His hands loosen their hold, sliding down before sliding back up again, this time under my shirt. "Keishin? What are you doing?" I repeat, squirming to try and escape his hold. I already know it's too late, and so does he.

Keishin grabs me again, yanking me down so I'm lying on the bed instead of propped up against the headboard. I jerk around in his hold, trying to get free before I'm trapped underneath him. He eagerly fights back, quickly overpowering me and sandwiching me between himself and the mattress. "What now, Tootsie Roll? Hmm? Can't get free, can you?"

"I'm going to beat your behind when I get free, Keishin!" I declare, trying to push him off of me. He barely moves from my effort.

     "Oh, ya, Toots. You're doing such a good job at it. Maybe I should make it a little more difficult."

     "What does that mean? Baby, what are you scheming - "

     My questions are cut off by Keishin's fingertips dancing over my sides, my nerves spiraling and twirling in response. My body jerks from the sensation, giggles being ripped from my lungs as I try to escape his touch. "Oh, oh, oh. Someone isn't a big mouth off anymore is she?" He teases, plopping kisses against me anywhere he can. "What happened to that bad little bitch that was threatening me? Who was oh so worried about her street cred?"

     "She's still going to beat your ass!" I manage to push out despite my laughter. The mix of rough fingers toying with my sides and gentle lips against my body make for a weird but comfortable mix. It makes for a perfect example of how love-struck and wild Keishin is for me.

Soon, his fingers stop attacking me, wrapping around me instead. "God, Toots," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter and pulling me close against him. Our bodies mold together, my back slightly arched from Keishin's attempt to pull me closer. His head buries into my neck, nuzzling against my throat as he takes slow and deep inhales. "You always smell good. Like my heaven. Like my home."

I giggle again, this time soft and gentle instead of the high-pitched, rapid laughs from my tickle attack. "Gosh, someone must have had a rough day if he's being all soft and gushy."

     "Do I have to have a long day to be 'soft and gushy' with my Toots?"

     "Yes."

     "Fuck you," Keishin barks around a mouthful of chuckles. One of his hands jumps up, balling up a fistful of hair and yanking my head to the side. "Do you not like me all soft, Tootsie Roll?"

     "I do," I mutter, drowning my eyes in the sight of my cocky husband. "Especially since you're only soft for me, you cocky little shit."

     "I'm the cocky shit? Says the lady that says I'm only soft for her, which is completely false by the way, Toots. My Roll is always hard for you." My hand swings up, smacking him upside the head. "Damn," Keishin chuckles, leaving his head dipped down to brush kisses against the front of my throat. "Guess I'm not getting any action tonight."

     "You got action this morning. Twice. Bed and shower. Besides, you have a play or strategy or whatever to practice going over."

Keishin knocks his head against my chest once, twice, three times before lifting it to face me again. "You're right, as always." His sentence is punctuated with a soft kiss on my lips. A sigh follows our kiss, my husband rolling off of me and letting me breathe freely again.

I situate myself, sitting up against the headboard again, as he leans over the bed to snatch his bag from the ground. Keishin straightens himself once he has his stuff, sitting crisscrossed in front of me. I watch curiously as he digs through his bag, pulling out a whiteboard and such. I know coaches do the whole whiteboard team meeting thing in movies but for some reason, I never thought it was something people did.

"The magnets are numbered with the boys' jerseys," he starts explaining, twenty or so magnets littering the bedspread alongside a pile of dry-erase markers. Keishin's forehead wrinkles as he focuses intensely on the board, doodling whatever it is he's drawing. "It's a practice match against Date Tech. Last year they caused us some trouble but our Ace - that's the top spiker by the way," he cuts himself off, looking up at me as he explains the terminology. "Did pretty good at getting through their defense, but Asuma graduated."

"Don't you have a new Ace though?"

"Ya, Tanaka. He's a good spiker and a good Ace too, but he can get a little hot-headed. Doesn't always think before he acts, especially when he's worked up. Ennoshita does pretty good at keeping him in line, most of the time anyway."

     "Well, that's good at least."

     Keishin hums in agreement, laying the whiteboard down between us. An outline of a volleyball court decorates the board in thin and thick lines. His eyes jump around the bed, glancing through the magnets before he lays them down. "The black ones are my boys, they're the ones numbered, and the white ones are the opposing team, okay?"

     "Okay."

"The good thing about Date Tech is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so I have an idea of what we're working with. The bad thing is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so they also have an idea of what to do," Keishin rambles, placing the magnets onto the board and moving them around how he wants them.

"Sounds like a rock and a hard place."

"Ya," he chuckles, the sound coming out stressed instead of happy. "I'm not that worried about our offense though. Hinata - the one you call an excited yorkie - has gotten better at adapting his spikes so that'll have to be a more in-the-moment plan."

     "That's good, Baby," I murmur, watching as he nervously clicks the pieces around the board, not a hundred percent certain of any of his placements.

     Keishin falls quiet for a few moments, messing with the magnets until he's soothed his worries. The board is propped up, aimed at me so I can see it better. "Alright, so, our defense sucks. Not as bad as last year but still not the best."

     "Got it," I murmur, nodding in agreement even though I wouldn't know that without Keishin telling me.

      "A lot of it falls on Tsukishima, a lot on Nishanoya too, but mostly Tsukishima in the front row." He taps on the piece labeled eight.

     "Hinata," number seven is tapped on as he keeps explaining the situation to me. "Is the worst on defense. Mostly because he can't receive for the life of him, but he just doesn't have the experience, so, per usual, when he gets to the back row, after he serves," Keishin rotates the pieces in a circle until number seven is in the middle of the back row. "I'll swap Hinata and Nishanoya out." Number seven is pushed out of the box and replaced by an orange magnet labeled four.

     "That makes sense," I tell him, nodding in agreement again. The situation does make sense, but number four being orange confused me a bit. Oh well, I guess. The colors of the magnets don't matter.

"For the first match at least, probably more, Tsukishima will be calling the blocking plays." Again, number eight is tapped on. "He has an eye for that sort of stuff and I'm hoping he'll help the others pick up on what he sees, you know? Give them an idea of what to look out for so they know how to react. Does that sound stupid?"

"It doesn't sound stupid, Baby."

"Okay," he whispers, mostly speaking to himself. "Anyway, so that's pretty much the plan. Having Tsukishima control the blocking until we get a feel and or until the other boys can figure it out for themselves. It's going to be a lot on him," Keishin mutters, laying the board back down between us.

     His eyebrows are pressed together, his forehead wrinkled from the act. All Keishin is made out of is nicotine, spite, and stress. Usually, I'm worried about his stress, but at the moment I find it more cute than worrisome. I adore how much he loves his players and how set he always is on giving them the best chance to win and improve.

     "I don't want to put too much pressure on the kid. He just picks up on these things the quickest so, it's the best to have everything set how he needs to test his theories and whatever, right?"

     "Right. Besides, worst case it doesn't work out and you fall back on what you know."

     "Ya, I guess so. I don't want to do that though. It'll leave us scrambling, you know?... I don't know. I don't want to stress Tsukishima out or put him under pressure but I just... I don't know." Keishin sighs, his hands dragging down his face. "I don't know what to do, Toots."

     "Oh, baby," I coo, leaning across the bed to wrap my arms around him. A hand settles over his shoulders, the other knotting into his hair, running through the locks he let loose on his drive home. "What have I told you about thinking things over?"

     "Once isn't enough, ten times is too many. Find my happy medium," he mutters, turning his head to brush kisses against my wrist.

"And how many times have you thought this issue over?"

"Ten... twenty... forty times, maybe. I don't want the first practice match of the season to be a bust, you know? That's terrible momentum to run on."

"I know, Baby, but the more you mull it over, the more holes you poke in your thoughts. Just talk to Tsukishima, okay? See how the kid feels about it. If he feels like he can handle it, go with your plan. If not, wing it. After all, my crows have always been good at adapting quickly."

Keishin arches forward, melting our bodies together again. His arms find their place around my waist, keeping me flesh against him. "My sweet Tootsie Roll," he murmurs, his head finding its place on my shoulder, nose pressed against my neck as close as possible. Same routine and position since the start of our relationship. "Always the perfect mix of sweet and tart when I need it. Always my home." He inhales the scent of my perfume and shampoo again, taking his time like always to savor the smell.

     I give him a little while, letting him drown himself in me, letting him calm his nervous down from his emotional escalation, letting him restart and re-stab his thoughts. "Alright," I finally murmur, moving in his arms. "Enough welling," I tell Keishin, pushing him off of me before pushing him onto his back.

He softly smiles at me, his hands rubbing my arms as I situate myself on top of him. "I can't help it, Toots. You know I worry about everything," Keishin whispers, adjusting himself to lay more comfortably on the mattress.

I hum a melody as I lean downward, laying my chest against his as I nuzzle my nose against his neck. "Maybe a little distraction will help?" I whisper, brushing light kisses against his skin.

"What kind of distraction are you thinking about?" Keishin mutters, his hands finding their way to cup my ass.

"I'm not too sure yet," I answer, making my way down his neck. I slowly trail further, curving over his shoulder and down his chest. His shirt is stained with my path, my lipstick standing out on the white t-shirt. "Maybe," I start, nuzzling the hem of his shirt with my nose as my hands busy themselves undoing his pants. "You just need some under-the-desk support."

"Damn, Toots. You know I'll never turn down an offer like that," Keishin grumbles, his hands sliding up to rest higher the more I inch down. My tongue slides over his skin, the tip teasingly poking under the band of his boxers. A groan ouches in the room from Keishin, his hands sliding over my back and between my shoulder blades before styling in my hair. “Toots. The teasing, Babe.”

“What about it?” I whisper, the peach fuzz of his happy trail tickling my lips. “I thought this is what you wanted. After all, you came in asking to use your dick,” I tease, my fingertips sliding against the plaid material of his boxers before settling on the imprint of his dick. I take hold of him, stroking his trapped erection as my tongue continues to trail back and forth under the elastic band.

Keishin’s fingers knot in my hair, holding it back from my face. His chest is raspy with his heavy breathing, growls, and grumbles mixed with the sound of his lungs. “Toots, come on. The teasing isn’t cool.” He yanks on my hair, forcing my head back and my eyes up. “Knock off the teasing. Either suck my dick or get on your knees so I can paint your tits.”

I roll my eyes at him, a smile hanging on my lips as I soak in the frustration on his face. “Fine, no more teasing.” His hold loosens on my hair but doesn’t let me go. Keishin’s deep brown eyes stay locked on me, watching as I inch his boxers down enough for his dick to escape.

My tongue wraps around his base, starting the collection of drool that’ll slide down and wet his balls. I tease the base for a tongue lashing or two before starting the slow slide up his length, mentally counting my way.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“Baby, come on,” he hisses, his knuckles popping from gripping my hair so tight. My scalp stings from my roots being pulled on but I can’t seem to care much. I adore teasing Keishin to the point of desperation.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

My tongue slides over the tip of his dick, the taste of his pre-cum coating my taste buds. My hand wraps around him, slowly stroking the base as I twirl around and tease the head. Keishin is already squirming, his hips jerking and penis twitching. “Damn it, Toots. Knock off the teasing. Baby, you’re killing me,” he grumbles on repeat, his teeth clenched as he hisses at me.

“You’ll be okay,” I murmur, finally allowing part of him to slide between my lips.

Keishin’s tip settled in my mouth, a loud “Fuck” spilling out of him. I can’t help the prideful smile trying to curl the corners of my mouth. I puff my cheeks out, my tongue trailing the veins of his cock as I suck on him. “Jesus, Baby, come on,” he huffs, flexing his fingers before returning his death grip to my hair.

It’s driving him crazy. The teasing. The slow pace. The minimal attention. The restraint not to shove my head down and force his dick further in. Maybe I should be nice and give him a bit of what he wants.

I keep my movements slow as I slide down, his cock inching further and further. His tip taps the back of my throat, brewing a couch in my lungs. I don’t let it stop me though, continuing to slide down as my throat flexes to try and resolve the need to cough. “Fuck!” Keishin yelps, shoving my head down.

My lungs and throat scream with the need to cough up the block, a jumble of gagging and spit leaking from the corners of my lips. Keishin’s cum spilling over and dripping down my throat doesn’t help the situation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Toots. I didn’t mean to,” he rambles, dropping his hold away from my head to toy with the ends of my hair.

I jerk my head up, back to sucking on the tip of his dick to encourage his cum to keep spilling down my throat. Apologizes ring from Keishin on repeat, his focus on trying to gently push me off himself and check on me instead of his dick twitching in my mouth.

When he finally dries up with nothing left to tant my tongue in salt, I pull off of him. My lungs scream with the feel of easy and fresh air coating them. “I’m sorry, Toots,” Keishin repeats, his hand cupping my face while his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I know you don’t like when I push your head. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright,” I whisper, trying to steady my breathing. My hand jumps to my neck, massaging it as I lean into his touch.

“No it’s not, Toots,” he softly says, tugging me to sit in his lap again. His hand joins mine against my neck, helping to rub away the soreness of it. “You’ve told me before you don’t like me pushing your head and I did it anyway. You’re my home, Baby. That’s not how a man takes care of his home.”

[wellsayhelloaagin]

Enchant- Beckon Part Five

Summary: Wanda struggles with her growing feelings and the fear that they may ruin everything.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x f!reader

Genre: Smut (top!reader, switch!Natasha, bottom!Wanda)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fingering, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, dirty talk, swearing, light angst

AN: I've risen from the depths of hell to bring you this (short) update. I do have a plan for the next part (you may not like it) so hopefully I can get that written somewhat soon.

If someone had told Wanda a month ago that waking up in bed sandwiched between you and Natasha would become a regular occurrence, she would have laughed in their face.

Yet, that’s exactly what happened. 

After the morning spent making pancakes, Wanda had begun to spend more time with the couple next door. She would invite the two of you over once or twice a week, cooking dinner before the three of you would inevitably end up losing your clothes and falling into a heap on the nearest surface.

Weekends were quickly becoming Wanda’s favourite thing. She would walk the path to your doorstep each Friday night and normally wouldn’t resurface until Monday morning. And while the sex was incredible, she was also enjoying the chance to get to know you and Natasha better.

She learnt more about your relationship with the redhead, about how you both met and the beginning of your romance. Wanda learnt about the two of you as individuals as well, the things you liked and disliked. Every new piece of information was stored away in her brain, warmth blooming in her chest from the fact that you both trusted her enough to share yourselves with her.

Wanda knew she was developing feelings for both you and Natasha but she tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart whenever you smiled at her or whenever Natasha cupped her cheek. She wasn’t entirely sure if this agreement was more than just sex and she was too scared to mention anything, afraid that it could all disappear.

So instead, she kept her feelings to herself, content in enjoying whatever she could get.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your voice draws Wanda’s mind back to the present, where she lay curled up in bed with her two favourite people. The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains, a warm orange hue bathing the room in a golden glow. She admired the way the light shone in your eyes, her stomach clenching again.

“Hmmm?” Wanda asks, stretching languidly. 

She was normally the last one to wake up, so it surprised her when she opened her eyes that morning to find you and Natasha both sleeping peacefully. 

“What’s got you looking so serious?” You ask, finger smoothing out the furrow between Wanda’s brow. “It’s too early to be thinking that hard.”

“It’s nothing,” Wanda dismisses you, enjoying your hand combing through her hair now. “Just work stuff.”

Wanda did feel bad for lying but she couldn’t risk bringing up her quickly growing feelings and ruining this one perfect thing she had.

“Sounds like your boss rides you too hard,” you smirk, looking over at your still-dozing girlfriend.

Wanda blushes, remembering just a few hours ago when Natasha had indeed been riding her pretty hard, her thighs sandwiched on either side of the brunette's head. 

“I don’t mind it so much,” Wanda returns playfully, fingers running down your bare arm and enjoying the goosebumps she left in her wake. 

“Is that so?” You counter, hand tightening slightly in Wanda’s hair to pull her face closer to yours. “I’ll have to remember that.”

Wanda just hums in agreement as you connect your lips together, the smooth feel of your lips under hers making her sigh. You don’t push too hard, content to kiss lazily for a few minutes as your hand slowly trails down Wanda’s side.

You smile into the kiss as you feel her shiver against you, Wanda’s hips starting to rock slightly as she seeks out friction. You hook your hand behind her knee, bringing her leg to rest over your hip and opening her up for you.

The three of you often slept naked together, usually falling asleep from exhaustion after bringing each other to release. Wanda was thankful for it now, just one less barrier for her to get what she wanted.

She feels your fingers dancing along her inner thigh, reaching higher until you find her centre. She’s already wet from your touch, your fingers gliding over her easily as you find her clit.

“Oh,” she gasps as you apply pressure, moving your fingers in slow circles.

She rocks her hips in time with your movements, panting into your mouth as you work her body expertly. She groans as you push two fingers into her, her ability to continue your kiss disappearing as you thrust into her in slow, even strokes. 

Her eyes are open, locked on yours as you bring her closer to the edge. She moans softly as you curl your fingers, captivated by your gaze. She can feel herself growing wetter, your fingers easily filling her as her orgasm builds.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to?” Wanda hears the groggy voice from behind her, her only warning before Natasha begins to pepper kisses over her bare shoulders.

She feels an arm snake around her chest, lithe fingers dancing over one of her nipples. She arches her back, eyes closing as she succumbs to the pleasure filling her body. Her release washes over her quickly, her breath catching as you help her ride it out.

“Morning my love,” Wanda hears you greet Natasha, your fingers slowly leaving her body and pulling a whimper from her throat.

Natasha is still massaging her breast and Wanda turns her upper body to face her more. Her eyes open as your hand reaches over her, fingers that had just been inside Wanda now tracing Natasha’s lips.

Natasha opens her mouth, sucking the digits inside, her tongue cleaning Wanda’s release from your fingers. She hums happily and Wanda can already feel herself growing hot again at the sight.

She was so caught up on Natasha that she wasn’t prepared to feel your mouth latching onto her other nipple, the warm, wet feeling causing her to clench around nothing. 

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out without thinking, earning a chuckle from Natasha.

“That’s the idea, detka,” the redhead laughs, now grasping your hand between both of hers.

Wanda watches as Natasha guides your hand under the blanket, knowing when you had found your target by the breathy moan Natasha lets out. You shift slightly, never detaching from Wanda’s breast as you move to kneel over her. 

Wanda can see your hand moving under the blanket, transfixed by what must be happening underneath. Natasha is panting beside her, hand clutching your forearm tightly as she raises her hips to meet you.

Feeling brave, Wanda tugs the blanket aside and is rewarded by the sight of your thumb working over Natasha’s clit. She can’t see completely but judging by the way your hand surges forward, she gathers that your other fingers are buried inside your girlfriend.

You begin to trail your lips down Wanda’s torso now, teeth nipping along the way as you move your body down to hover over where she was dripping. Wanda is impressed that you managed to navigate your way down her body without losing your rhythm with Natasha.

The redhead is still moving her hips along with your thrusts, her moans growing in volume. Wanda reaches over, her fingers working over one of Natasha’s pebbled nipples as she palms her breast.

You catch Wanda off guard by licking along her dripping folds, her free hand flying to your hair as she arches into your mouth. You usually liked to tease her, working her up into a frenzy before putting your mouth where she wanted it most.

You waste no time today, your tongue already probing her entrance as you straddle one of Wanda’s legs. She can feel the heat from your sex, your arousal evident as you settle over her. She can feel the wet patch on her leg, the thought of you being turned on while eating her out causing the heat to pool low in her belly.

She shifts her leg, bending her knee and flexing her thigh underneath your centre. Wanda jolts as you moan against her, the vibrations shooting straight through her core. You begin to rock against her, never stopping your ministrations on either woman as the room is quickly filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of sweat and arousal.

Natasha folds first, her orgasm hitting her loudly as she holds onto your arm for dear life. Wanda can tell you’re getting close too, feeling your pace pick up as you rut against her leg, your tongue still buried deep inside her.

She wants to outlast you, wants to finally gain some kind of power over you in this dynamic she found herself in but she knows she won't last much longer. Especially now that you had another hand free, angling it under her hips and driving your tongue in deeper.

“That’s it, detka,” Wanda hears a sultry voice in her ear, Natasha curling her body to her side. “I bet it feels good with her tongue inside you doesn’t it?”

Wanda just whimpers in return, eyes clenching shut as she tries to hold off her impending orgasm.

“Shhhh,” Natasha continues, nose running over the column of Wanda’s throat. “It’s okay. You can cum if you want.”

Wanda just shakes her head, stubbornly trying to resist. Her hands are clenched tightly in the sheets as you eat her out.

“Being difficult, are we?” Natasha taunts, fingers pinching one of Wanda’s nipples. “That’s not fun.”

Wanda can feel Natasha pout against her neck before she bites down, sucking at the skin there as Wanda gasps in pleasure.

“Such a shame,” Natasha coos mockingly into Wanda’s ear again. “I really wanted to lick your cum from her chin.”

The image of what Natasha had described was enough to send Wanda over the edge, her thighs clamping over your ears as she cries out. Waves of pleasure wash over her, her voice feeling hoarse by the time she finally calms down.

You slide up her body, a satisfied smirk on your face as you take in Wanda’s mussed hair and glazed eyes. Her chest is still heaving, Natasha’s fingers still teasing her sensitive nipples as she jerks through the aftershocks. 

“A bit defiant today,” you taunt, gripping Wanda’s chin in your hand and forcing her to look at you. “I don’t know why you bother trying to compete with me sweetheart, you know I’ll always win.”

Wanda just nods dumbly, her mind too fuzzy to do anything else. She watches as you pull Natasha into a bruising kiss, the redhead licking Wanda’s cum off your chin as she had planned. 

Despite the two orgasms she had already had that morning, Wanda could already feel arousal stirring again.

“Come on,” you instruct, pinching Wanda’s cheek to get her attention. “If you’re good, I might let you finish me off in the shower.”

//

Wanda hums to herself as she towels her hair, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. She had stayed in the shower a little longer, enjoying the warm water cascading over her aching muscles. You and Natasha had laughed at her, telling her not to turn into a prune and to join them for breakfast when she was done.

She had changed into a pair of your sweats and one of Natasha’s old shirts once she got out, enjoying the way they smelled like the two of you. Wanda liked the comfort they brought, planning to leave your house with them and claim them as her own for the nights she spent alone.

She could hear voices as she neared the kitchen, stopping just before the doorway to lean against the wall and bask in the simple domesticity of it all. She was sure she was falling hard and fast for the both of you but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Maybe you and Natasha felt the same way.

She moves to the doorway, hovering there as she watches the scene before her. 

Natasha is sitting on top of the counter, her legs swinging playfully as you twirl in front of her, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands. Natasha laughs at you, her eyes shining with adoration as her hand catches your outstretched arm, pulling you to stand between her legs.

You place the bowl down on the counter, hands resting atop Natasha’s thighs as she cups your face gently, her nose brushing over yours and making you giggle.

“I love you,” Natasha whispers but it’s loud enough for Wanda to hear from her position, her heart clenching painfully at the words.

“I love you too,” you reply as easy as breathing, leaning in to press your lips against Natasha’s in a sweet kiss. 

Wanda feels the pang again, realising it was jealousy coursing through her. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment, her chest constricting as she takes a step backwards, ready to leave the room. 

The movement catches your eye and you pull back, smiling at Wanda. She wonders if it was the same way you smiled at Natasha, an ice-cold feeling rushing through her veins.

“There you are,” you say brightly as Wanda forces a smile in return. “I was wondering if you were trying to use up all the hot water.”

Wanda just shrugs, walking awkwardly to sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. Her eyes are locked on the mixing bowl in front of her and she misses the look of concern shared between you and Natasha.

“Everything okay?” Natasha frowns, eyes searching yours for what to do.

Ten minutes ago, the two of you had left Wanda happy and laughing in the shower, a far cry from the woman in front of you now.

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” Wanda replies, shaking her head to try and clear the funk that had settled there.

She can tell by the look on your faces that neither of you believes her but you don’t push, instead taking a step away from Natasha and grabbing the mixing bowl again.

“I’m making pancakes, did you want some?” Your voice is soft and gentle and Wanda can feel the concern leaking through your words.

“Sounds great,” Wanda answers you. “I’ll cut the fruit.”

Wanda moves to the fridge, taking a deep breath as she searches for the strawberries inside. 

Maybe her feelings weren’t so harmless after all?

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[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Heheheh, you thought.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut.

TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW?

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I heaved, pawing at the blue legionnaire besides me. Soft, worried coos coming from him.

"Just ate something I shouldn't have." I reported, reaching up to flush the toilet. Thats what I think what happened anyways. The combination between some foods where not for my tasting, twisting my stomach in all sorts of way's.

"Little serpent, are you all right?" Ascelpius asked, rounding the corner into the bathroom, seeing my body curled around the toilet.

His brother chittered at him in their language, stating that she's been like this the pass couple of weeks. Since the day they have taken her back into their hold. Her body still healing from the rough intercourse she been in.

"...I'm fine." I responded after a little while, laying down on the tiled flooring, enjoying the coldness of the ground. Settling down my grouchy stomach just little bit.

"Little serpent, this is not fine. You're sick." Ascelpius crooned, his form leaning over to get though the archway. Kneeling down to the ground and carefully scooping me up in his arms.

I whined in discomfort, not liking the removal of my body from the nice, cold ground. My head swirling as I exhaled slowly to try and not puke up again. Especially not on Asclepius.

"Do you need something? To ease your sickness?" He asked. Helm coming forward to nuzzle the top of head.

I whined into his armor. The thought of giving him a smooch came up, but I didn't want to ask for one after I threw up. I didn't want him to think I was not atoning the proper hygiene.

So, I just settled with snuggling my head into his armor. Taking whatever coldness of the metal brought me. Frustration building up inside of my mind as I really wanted a kiss, and it confused me at the same time.

Why was I being so needy? Hungry, but throwing it up anyways? Hot, and cold when it was the perfect temperature? Almost blacking out each time I stood to go anywhere? Damn, when was my last period?

...Wait.

When was my last period?

Oh god. When was it?

Shooting up in Asclepius arms, I looked up at him. "The store." I spoke, ignoring how my headache increased tenfold. This could be a very bad situation right now.

The two Astartes stopped and looked at each other. Questioning one another about the request though their vox. Knowing what part of the deal was.

"Right now, little serpent? What do you need from there?" Asclepius questioned, irritating me a bit.

"None of your concern. Now, to the store." I demanded, trying not to yell at the useless questions. Just let me go to the store and all will be good.

"Well-"

"To the store." I ordered, glaring up at him. The Astartes behind him; Hydra rumbled. He had no say in this potential matter. Neither of them did.

"Yes, little serpent." He sighed, continuing on through the hallway with Hydra 'oOoooOOoo-ing' at him through the vox while he tried to defend himself by saying to him 'You didn't say she was moody either brother.'

Asclepius stepped a foot outside. The smell of the fresh air calming me down just slightly until Solor came into view. His silver armor popping out of the foliage like a damn predator. His blue visor never leaving my form in Asclepius arms until he was next to him, staring him down.

The two spoke in their tongue while I became impatient. Whatever their deal is, it can wait. I can figure that out later, and I've got way more pressing matters to attend to.

"Are you going to sit here and talk? Or are we going to the store?" I questioned the Astarte's, silencing them all together. A surprised and confused aura filling the area.

"We are observing you Knight." Asclepius sighed, nuzzling my head once more before giving me over to Solor. "Remember what we have."

"You think too lowly of me." Solor responded, adjusting me in his arms into a more comfortable bridal style carry. Yeah, well, it wasn't like you cut off his arm.

"Maybe I do." Asclepius hummed. Watching the Knight turn away from him, and through the tree line, ending their discussion there.

-

"Little maiden, we are here." Solor rumbled, slowly waking me up in his arms, and put me down on the ground. "I will be here, waiting for you. Don't do anything stupid, or do."

"Your tone sickens me, Solor." I snapped back. Angered by the awakening of my peaceful slumber that I didn't have the intention of sleeping anyways. The dizziness, and twisting feeling in my stomach coming back full force.

"Your words hurt little maiden, watch it." He replied, carefully watching me as I hunched over a little.

"Do they?" I asked, glaring back at the Knight before huffing and leaving him to himself. Spotting a store in front of me. A faint noise coming from him as he stayed put in the tree line.

Grumbling as I entered the store. I made my way to the pharmacy selection and started my search for what I needed. Passing some older ladies who kept glancing at me from time to time.

Listing off the products in my head. I kept going until I found what I wanted and grabbed it out of its selection. It was only then when the old ladies stopped looking, seemingly okay now with what I came into the store purchase.

Using cash to pay for the little box. The cashier also looked at me weirdly and it made me tense up. Feeling like everyone was looking at me now.

Giving the cashier the cash. I made a beeline for the restroom and put myself into a stall, ripping open the box. In a hurry to take the damn test to figure if I was, or not pregnant. Is that even possible between an Astarte's, and Human?

The minutes felt long, but eventually I looked at the test. Holding my breath as I looked down at the test.

Negative.

I exhaled, relived it wasn't what I thought I was. Though, it made be question on why I was having these types of symptoms close to a pregnant woman? Was I not getting enough enrichment?

What if it lied though? What if the test couldn't read good enough?

Damn it, I should have bought two. I wasn't going back out there to buy another one. I didn't want to be stared at for any longer from those... people.

-

"We can go now." I said, returning to Solors side. His helmet tilting at me.

"You've been in there for quite a while, yet you didn't get anything?" He questioned as I passed him. Walking deeper into the woods.

"Really? You don't say." I snapped at him again. Feeling slightly remorseful, because he didn't even do anything at this moment.

A surprised yelp escaped me as Solor lifted me up and pushed me against a tree. His other gauntlet coming off to take off his helmet. White eyes staring me down.

"You've been awfully rude, Maiden. Why is that?" He asked, more like demanded. "I haven't even seen you for day's and this is the greeting I get?"

I hummed but didn't give him an answer. Not entirely sure what was going on with me either. His eyes searching my face as he cupped my chin.

"Little maiden, please. Tell me what is wrong?" His head came close. Putting them together as I could mumbled out an "I don't know." My hands coming up to thumb his jaw line.

"Is it the-"

Moving my head a little back. I put my lips on his, surprising him as I ravished anything he would give me. His eyes widened a little but lulled into the kiss. Tongue's battling for dominance before he pulled away. Saliva connecting between the two of us. A moan escaping my lips.

"My lady." He breathed, his gauntlet coming up to claw at the tree above me. His head nuzzling into my neck. His body coming closer to keep me pinned to the tree.

"Please, Solor." I whined at him, feeling incredibly worked up now. It just wasn't an opportunity I couldn't waste.

He hummed before he purred into my ear. Teeth nipping at my neck. Sending a shiver down my spine. "As you wish, my little maiden."

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙