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Being raised by adults who never apologized for their wrongdoings and always blamed their behavior on extenuating circumstances or someone else or their mental conditions really messed me up huh. Like all I asked was for you to apologize for yelling at me for asking you to hand me something because you thought my tone was wrong. But instead of an apology, I'm the one in the wrong because after all my tone was hostile to you and I need to remember that due to your ADHD you can't control your emotions. Nevermind the fact that I had carefully rehearsed the question in my head over and over again because this is not the first time this has happened. And I'm clearly a manipulative person for crying after being yelled at. Doesn't matter that I was thirteen, after all, I should've known better.
#sorry for the vent post#im just not in a good headspace lately#i just keeping going back to this#because i think it was my breaking point#kinda the moment i realized nothing was gonna change#because it didnt matter how hard i tried#and the fact that even now eleven years later when i explained to her how hurt i was by this interaction#it still gets brushed off and i still don't get an apology#like you wont apologize for the big problems you wont apologize for the small problems#it doesnt matter how much i explain how i was hurt i dont get an apology#id even settle for an insincere one at this point#and now being adult and recognizing how bullshit that behavior was#but being expected to carry on like usual because after all it was never that bad#nothing really terrible ever happened so why should i hold onto the past#idk man like 18 years of constantly walking on eggshells and carefully selecting every word and controlling my tone fucks a person up#and i dont wanna go back to that#nevermind the fact that my anxiety disorder got ignored and brushed off time and time again#nevermind the countless signs and panic attacks and weird behavior#mental health mattered until it was something you didnt have or inconvenienced you#then it was all in my head and i just had to grow a pair and act my age
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âHAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?â
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
summary: in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, itâs your boyfriendâs turn to do the laundry. but why doesnât he respond when youâre asking whereâs your panties?
warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, gojo is your boyfriend, needy! gojo, cute! gojo, fluff, nipple play, panties sniffling, masturbation (m), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, sex (p in v), also based on a @/yunonoaiâs comic!
wc: 2,128
âBabe, can you do the laundry? I have a call.â
âSure,â Satoru replies, standing up from the couch where he was lazily lying down, chilling out in front of some tiktoks.
He steps towards the bathroom, the laundry hamper waiting for him to be emptied and washed. With a resigning sigh, he looks down at the heap of dirty clothes. One of them overhangs them all: your favorite panties â the one he bought you last month.Â
The lace surrounds with finesse the satin fabric of your favorite color.
So how can he not be hard at the only sight that reminds him how long you both havenât had sex?
Fuck.
His breathing becomes heavier, each inhaling being a trial to not pay attention to the prominent bulge swelling down his gray jogging pants. Of course, the memory of your whimpers will always be like music to his ears, the fwap sounds of his cock buried deep, so deep, inside of your wet pussy, and his balls, so much filled with his cum and tightening when he's about to climax, slapping against your ass at each pound into you.
He is grouching now, at the edge of whining in need of your full attention â but of course, you needed to have a call at this very moment.
His hand twitches to his crotch, palming his already hard erection through the soft fabric of his pants, electricing at quiet moans, Satoruâs beautiful face wincing in pleasure. He swallows thick, his Adamâs apple bobbing, and gives in. With messy movements, he lifts up his black shirt to grab the hem at his watering mouth and muffle his cute sounds between his clenched teeth and jaw. The fresh air blow at his hard abs, making him tensing his belly with scorching skin.
His big, calloused hand fiddles with his erection, so ready to free himself from the torturous sensation of your pretty panties, which he holds between his fingers and brings to his nose to inhale your scent, which makes him like a little puppy for you. Satoru utters a desperate whimper and finally buries his hand under his clothes to release his quivering cock.
Itâs much bigger than usual, beads of precum glistening on the angry red tip, and veins sinuating the flesh. Of course, itâs perfect. Thatâs why it will never seem strange to anyone to see him stroke himself. He lazily fucks his tight fist, picturing your sweet pussy as he closes his eyes, beads of sweat leaking from his temples a flush spreads all over his cheeks.
His length girth throbs between his digits, coursing waves of lust through him as Satoru quickens the pace, as the same as his heartbeat. Saliva damps the fabric of his black shirt, and the idea of substituting the hem of his shirt with your panties carries out straight away, increasing his arousal until itâs twitching in a maddened way. With each stroke, the pre spreads along his shaft to allow it to be lubricated, at the point that if you all of a sudden show up in the bathroom, you both can skip the foreplay but damn!
âToru? Did you see my panties?â Your voice echoes through another room.
But he doesnât answer anyway.
âFuck,â he grunts in a quiet whine, âmiss you so much, babe.â His balls tighten, following the next moment â and it doesnât take that much time he expected, because a few seconds after he twists his wrist in an upstroke movement â the exact way youâd do to him â heâs already cumming on the heap of laundry, dirtying them even more they already were, puddles of a viscous liquid, spreading out in droplets as the orgasmic peak subsides.
Panting heavily, he doesnât hear you burst into the bathroom as you exclaim, âSatoru? You serious? Look at the state of the laundry now!â
With a swift gesture, he removes your panties from his mouth and turns his head suddenly towards you. Heâs unable to justify himself and simply watches your disapproving pout ruffle your pretty lips. âSorry babe, I'll clean it up.â He also notes how your mere presence makes him hard immediately despite having softened a moment earlier with the moment of âreliefâ he wished to provide for himself.
âWhere are my panties?â you ask a second time as you rummage, eyebrows furrowed, through the basket of dirty laundry.
Satoru rubs the back of your neck nervously and hesitates to hide your underwear in his palm. âUh... here,â he murmurs softly, slightly discomfited as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
âYouâre that much needy?â
Satoru looks down, a little boyish pout on his lips that breaks your heart. âSorry...â
Your frown softens. âOh, umâ No, Toru, please donât gimme that look,â you whisper, walking over to him, your hands instinctively cupping his cheeks to make him look down at you. âIâm sorry, my love. You need to tell me when you need me, okay?â
Satoru nods slowly, still guiltily pouting. âCan I have you? Please? Just one round, I swear Iâll be gentle,â he murmurs.
His request makes your lips curl up. âMy boy does want me? Youâre cute, almost begging like this.â You graze a kiss on his cheek. âGet on your knees.â
âLike that?â His knees make contact with the floor, his cock still outside his dangling jogging suit. He so fucking cute, listening to you so obediently.
âGood boy,â you coo, sliding pants down your thighs. Your black panties hug the swell of your hips, your intoxicating scent spreading toward Satoruâs nostrils.
He moves towards you using his knees to grip your hips and sniff your scent once more. The action makes you giggle so much that it makes you suck in a breath when he pulls down your underwear to kiss your groin. âLove you,â he whispers. âI want to taste you, please.â
âSatoru, just wait Iââ But he cuts you off, darting out his tongue to lick a strip enough to feel your bundle of nerves. A moan escapes your lips, driving your breath as crazy as heâs doing with his skillful mouth.
âYouâre dripping,â Satoru comments, kissing your lower lips swiftly before grabbing you by the thighs and lifting you up, dropping you off the washing machine. âSpread your legs,â he mumbled, all needy and flushed to eat you out.
And how long he hadnâtâ
Itâs like heâs drunk on you, ignoring your moans and whimpers as he rests his cheeks on your inner thigh to wrap his wrist around your thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs, trapping you firmly. âKeep âem spread, baby,â he purrs, lapping your soaked core and sensitive, puffy clit. âIt tastes sâgood, Iâve missed you.â
His dick twitches and throbs afterward, your sweet sounds re-hardening him and making him more swollen than he was even after the few rubs he did to relieve himself.
âHmm, ah, Satoru, youââ you trail off, throwing back your head against the wall, your hands grabbing the washing machineâs edge until your knuckles turn white. âIâll be close, Iââ you babble, and the realization of how much not having sex with him for so long is turning you into a virgin-like. And also, the clenching feeling of your pussy, lips parting and closing around nothing hits you so hard.
You need to cum on his cock.
âSatoru, stop,â you gasp, your fingers snaking gently through his white lock and tugging them carefully.
He stops the moment after your whine reaches his ears â a sound ringing like music to his ear. âBut⊠I havenât made you come yet,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit slowly with his forefinger and middle finger. His cute pout is now begging you to give him grace.
âI want to cum on your dick,â you clarify, leaning in, your lips pressing down a gentle, loving kiss on this beautiful forehead of him.
âYou sure? I havenât stretched you beforehand.â He rises from his former crouching position and holds his sensitive length closer to your core.
âI donât mind, I just want you right now,â you blow out, kissing his free hand.
Satoru blushes â and oh, how can anyone fall in love with this cute little face you want to madly shower with cuddles and kisses? âCan we put it in while I kiss you?â he requests, bringing his lips closer to yours.
You let out a little laugh, pressing a first kiss on his lips. âYouâre so cute.â
But something makes your eyes drop lower, and you feel it. Satoruâs hand holds his shaft enough well to tap the tip and the length below on your core, teasing your squelching cunt.
âCâmon, donât tease me, I want you nâ Ah!â He shuts you down by crashing his lips on yours and sliding himself easily in you, stretching you impossibly wide. âS-Satoru, youâre bigger than usual,â you whimper.Â
Your hands grab his broad shoulder, nails sinking in his compressed black shirt, lips moving on their own to taste yourself on his wet lips. His tender tongue asks to enter you, and you allow him, soft strokes on each otherâs tongue.
Satoru moans in the melting kiss, waiting for you to adjust, and starts gentle back and forth hips moves, hissing through his teeth by the sweet, delicious tightness of yours. âYou feel so good,â he squeals between kisses. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You gasp, swallowing hard because of the different paces your brain canât focus on â stolen kisses and perfect pounds into you. Itâs so deep, so mastered, that itâs driving you mad and making you see stars.
Breaking the kiss, Satoru wraps his muscled arms around your back and encircles you flush against him, your heartbeat matching with his, and your fingernails slide down his back as you almost lose strength and balance every time his tip brushes against your cervix, etching red scratch marks for sure on his back as soon as he will remove his shirt.
With another buck before pulling out fully, he slides back in and manages to reach your deepest point, making your back arch and cry out. âSatoru, please, Iâm so close,â you whine, wincing because of his hips rocking in you faster and harder.Â
The washing machine sways to the same rhythm, threatening to give way under your weight. Your heavy, ragged breaths fill the air in a kind of steam room. Blood beats at your ears, your gummy walls clenching around his long, big dick without ceasing and have mercy for you.
But as if that wasnât enough, Satoru slides your top off with a swift movement of his hand to free one of your breasts and taste the nipple. He sucks hard, tongue pulling and swirling at the nub like no other. The action makes you roll your eyes, the overstimulation engulfing you like a wave would.
He then uses his head to tease your nipple with a gentle tug, his cerulean-blue eyes captivated by your curve. You squeal, your walls swallowing up his thrusts inside you, tightening more and more until he gives in and takes you back into his arms, but this time with a hand under your thigh to lift it up and enable him to reach an even more precise and deep angle, making you scream out his name.
âBaby, Iâm gonna cum,â Satoru warns you, his Adamâs apple bobbing up and down, and his jaw tense from clenching. âPlease, whereââ
âInside me, Satoru,â you whimper in the hollow of his neck, closing your eyes before the following ride crashes the two of you.
Pussy clenching around his length, you squirt on him with a small cry, and Satoru does likewise, twitching as he grunts and his hips jerk to reach your womb and fill you up with his cum.
Muscles trembling from the aftermath, you pant against him, as weak as after an intense workout. âIâve missed you so much,â Satoru whispers in your ear, in the same state as you. His large, quaking hands stroke your hair, soothing you.
White strings escape from your full, swollen-lipped pussy, the sound of trickling filling the silence of the room.
âI promise Iâll do the laundry, but please, can we have cuddles?â Satoru demands, blinking down at you with puppy-dog eyes.
You rest your cheek on his shoulder and nod, a smile stretching your lips, as you reach out to stroke his cheek.
âOf course, my baby.â
DING DONG.
The ringing of the front door echoes in your ears and a memory pops into your head, slapping you in the face.
âWasnât Suguru supposed to come to borrow the washing machine here because his is broken?â
Satoru froze, flickering his eyes. âHuh?â
a/n: feelin to write something cute and smutty haha! i think writing things easy like this is unwinding me.
see how heâs so cute? đ„č pls God give me oneâŠ
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ââ â the way of the househusband â
âŸââ§âș...cw : househusband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader, you are megumi's mom, flirting, playful banter, just overall silly and cute domestic life
âŸââ§âș...lunar's note : just some simple lil toji hcs of him as a househusband! i need some sweet stuff of him without a lot of sexual stuff in it bc let's be real, in a domestic setting he's probably just a big clingy and mildly annoying bear husband
f. toji is never going to complain about being the one staying home, watching over the little gremlin that is megumi. he's got his own ways of bringing in money with that friend of his, shiu, but he's more than content to being the one in the frilly pink apron, cooking for you and the lil' man.
toji didnât ever expect to get married, especially after how he was treated as a zenin. he didn't know much about love or how to connect with people, let alone you. but when you handed his ass to him with no struggle and a pretty smile on your face at the gym, he knew he wanted you. two years later and a shit load of aggressive flirting, toji ends up with you as his spouse and he wouldn't have it any other way.
so imagine toji's surprise when he's genuinely excited when you tell him your pregnant. he's excited but scared. him? a father? there's no way in hell he has any idea what to do, his own father was nothing but a piece of shit...so what if he turns out like him? but the moment you pop that big headed little fucker out of you, toji can't help but grin, that excitement of being a father and creating memories with this tiny little thing erasing all his fears.
whenever you come home from work, toji's usually in the living room with little megumi, who forced him to take part in the exercise part of his favorite kids show. you don't know how megumi, your one year old baby who still talked in little babbles, forced his massive giant of a father who could kill a man with a look to do 'exercise for baby,' but you know better than to question it when you see the two touching their toes in front of the tv.
sometimes, he's in the kitchen, however, wearing that 'kiss the cook' apron you got for his birthday. toji always wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, muttering a 'welcome homeâ against your lips before poking your side and going back to what he was doing, proud grin on his face at the little screech he gets from you.
he's started to get better at dodging your hands when you go to poke him back, skirting around the table before going to scoop megumi up. âyou would never do such an act in front of 'gumi, would you? what if he starts going around poking girls in their sides, hm? then i'll have to explain to his teacher that his mama can't keep 'er hands to herself.â
toji's got you there...so you back off, opting to press a kiss to babygumiâs little forehead, taking him from your husbandâs arms when he makes grabby hands at you. you savor the betrayed look on toji's face, sticking your tongue out at him. he scoffs, rolling his eyes before going back to make sure dinner wasnât burnt. heâll get you back for stealing his son from him.
despite what people might think, thereâs not really a 'dominant' person in the relationship. when together, the two of you give off some of the most intimidating vibes because of the sheer power the both of you carry. it's not even put off by little megumi, because if he notices his parents looking at you in disgust, he's gonna give you one that's even worse.
toji will never forget the day the three of you went to the grocery store, him in his usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you in one of those same shirts and leggings with megumi in the kiddie seat in the shopping cart, eating from the little snack pack toji made for him. toji swears he walked away for three fucking seconds, and he came back to some...fucker getting ready to chat you up. itâs no surprise anyone that he gets pissed, ready to storm over there and make it clear you're taken.
however, it's clear you don't need him to step in, and damn, you look...really hot telling this dude off, angrily flashing your ring when he wouldn't back off. god, he wishes he could marry you again. toji doesnât even know what you told the guy, and he's tempted to playfully ask megumi what happened, knowing his lil' man would try to respond in babbles and coos.
âhe said you crawled out from the trash, toj, i can't stand for that! he couldâve done you some justice and said you crawled out of the deepest pits of hell, so I had to educate him on that. besides, he called you my boyfriend and I almost punched his face.â âyeah? hm, iâm glad you didnât, babe, we donât want to get kicked out the store.â âi donât know, i think an imprint of my ring in his forehead would get the message across.â âwell, next time, how about we just kiss like we haven't seen each other in 15 years? not a fan of showing out to some dude, but i'd do it for you, sweetheart.â âmmn!â âright, lil' man? mama's so mean t' me, it's a good idea.â âgumiiii, you're supposed to be on my side!â
occassionally, when you're at work, toji'll just talk to megumi, the little one nice and comfy on his chest.
one habit he'll never get out of is randomly calling you throughout the day when he's particularly bored and missing you. if you don't answer, toji will just leave you a message, usually about how badly he wants you to come home, groaning about how tired he is but he can't sleep without you in his arms, without you playing with his hair until he falls asleep. he's so in love with you, it's almost makes you dizzy.
you'll never forget the day you come home to toji and baby megumi in the front yard, crouched down around...something. parking in the driveway, you make your way over and see what they're looking at. it's...a kitten and a puppy, two tiny little things playfighting with each other. neither one of them say anything, just looking at the two creatures. you sigh, knowing exactly what this means.
"...give them appropriate names and make vet appointments. we aren't naming the dog 'hot dog' and we aren't naming the cat 'kitten'." "i told you it would work, lil' man."
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Summary: You and your ex-husband Nanami have a good relationship. Even after the divorce you remained good friends and even better co-parents. Babysitting for one another isnât out of the usual, and talking about your newest relationships isnât strange eitherâ but when you show up at his doorstep after a particularly nasty date it leads you both to wonder if your relationship is really truly over for good.
Cw: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, small mentions of cheating, you and Nanami have a kid together, girl dad Nanami, hair pulling, consent king Nanami, oral (fem receiving), aftercare !!!
âFine! Fucking leave!â You yell, your voice cracking as cold rain pierces your skin.
That asshole. That shitty excuse of a man your boyfriend of two weeks, left you on the side of the road. Alone. In the middle of a late summer storm.
But what did you really expect to happen? The red flags were all neatly lined up for you. Sure maybe the fact that he smelt like a different womanâs perfume every time you met shouldâve set you off, but maybe you were just over thinking it! Maybe he was a little too handsy for a man you just started dating, and maybe he was a little rude to waitresses, and bartenders, and youâ but your last straw was calling him out on his empty threats. âIâll leave you-â for this âIâll shut your ass upâ for that. God did he ever stop talking. You snapped; telling him that if you pissed him so much then why didnât he just drop you off on the side of the road. The only time heâd ever followed through⊠and it had to be now.
Low rumbles of thunder sound in the distance, blending with the pop of his engine as he speeds away. Inside your head is a loud jumbled mess of âwhere the fuck am I?â and âwho does he think he fucking is?â but all of that sound is ultimately drowned out by that heavy pitiful feeling tugging at your heart. Angry tears prickle at the backs of your eyes as you walk, your heels crunching pebbles and walking through puddles, carrying you to the only place you know by heart. To the only man who you know wouldnât leave you stranded.
If the night were to play out correctly you wouldnât be showing up till noon the next day, even when dates did go wrong you never made it his problem. You were divorced after all, your love life mishaps stopped being his problem a while ago. Okay that isnât entirely true⊠Nanami comes over to your house once a week for family dinner. After your little girl is tucked away in her bed and the dinner dishes have been done do you two sit alone at the table, drinks in hand as you catch up. Talking about your kid wasnât the only topic of discussion. Friends, gossip, dates, normal adult conversation. The topic of dating other people because less and less embarrassing as the years flew by. Like the amazingly wonderful co-parenting duo you areâ you came up with the babysitting agreement. Nanami happily took your daughter for the night so you could relax and bask in the company of anyone you wanted. He cherished every minute he got with his little girl, it was never a disappointment when you texted him asking if he could take her for the night.
Lost in the depths of your own mind you aimlessly walked down the dark and dreary road. Void of people, void of light. The only sound the pattering of rain and the rumbles of thunder.
Static buzzed in your ears as you slid into the empty apartment lobby, your soggy heels clacking against the neat polished floors. Your tears fizzled into a pale anger that burned the back of your throat as you pressed his floor number on the elevator. The only good thing about this entire situation, you think, is that the rain washed away the feeling of his hands on your skin. The scent of him clinging to your clothes. All gone. Washed down the sewage drain with the unpleasant memory of him.
Softly, you knocked on his door. Itâs well past eleven, he should be asleep, but you know him better than that.
Nanami slowly opens the door, his brows furrow as his eyes meet yours. Concern painting his face.
You donât have the energy to answer his unsaid questions, so instead you silently squeeze past him, kicking your wet heels off at the door. The air-conditioned room sends shivers up your soaked spine, littering your skin in goosebumps as you carry yourself to his liquid cabinet. Your fingers find the key he keeps hidden on the top of the rich oak cabinet, quickly pushing it into the lock and twisting. Youâre on a mission as you blindly grab a bottle, bumping the door closed with your hip before turning to his rack of expensive drinking glasses, plucking two and setting them onto the counter with a soft clink.
He watches you pop the cork as quietly as you can, pouring the expensive liquid into two glasses, pushing one towards him without a word as you bring the sparklingly clear glass to your gloss smeared lips.
Married for four years, divorced for two, he knows the crinkle of your nose and the subtle twitch in your eye means one thingâ youâre fuming. Beyond mad. If there was a word for that level of anger heâd use it to describe you in this moment.
He knows better than to ask whatâs wrong, so instead he drinks with you; listening to the wall clock tick, to your nails tap against marble countertop, to the soft melody flowing from his record player. Darkness envelops you both, the only light combing from his little yellow reading lamp. Itâs hardly enough to aluminate your faces, but the flicker of amber reflects in your fiery eyes.
âI think I got dumped.â You mutter, swishing the dark liquid around in your glass. You donât wait for him to respond as you groan, willing the anger to subside and for the chill in your skin to vanish.
The crackle of the record prickles your ears just as much as the cool night air prickles your skin, filling your veins with ice as you continue to drink.
Nanami watches you, your hair drips onto your shoulders, your mascara streaky and your lips smudged. Disheveled and shivering in his kitchen. Filled with that unmistakable blinding anger you hold with such grace. If he was still your husband his hands would be wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him in a slow lazy sway to the soft music playing. But he isnât your husband anymore. The word âexâ stopped leaving a bad taste on his tongue a while agoâ youâve both worked around your usual ways to comfort one another and made them more friendly more⊠pg.
He pushes his glasses up into his hair, putting his glass down softly and disappearing into the dark hall. But you donât notice. Not when your stomach pulls, not when your head is swimming with so many useless thoughtsâ thinking of the waisted days, waisted nights. Ugh even waisted money. All on some assholeâ
âThe bath is running, I left a towel out for you.â Nanami says as he reenters unnoticed, his voice soft and airy as he stops infront of you with a towelette. He tilts your chin to the side, your eyes scanning over his face as he cleans yours; he runs the cool wipe over your cheek, under your eyes and across your lips. He knows youâre more than capable, but still he handles you as delicately as humanly possible, swiping away stray hairs clung to your forehead and cheeks as if you would shatter under his fingers like the glasses you drank from.
He finishes, turning away to clean up the kitchen as you make your way towards the sound of running water.
The smell hits you before you push open the door; lavender scented suds decorate the surface of the water. Steam swirls into the air as you peel off your wet clothesâ and for the first time tonight you were excited. Scolding water seeps into your skin as you step in, a tired groan escapes your lips as you sink farther in.
Itâs funny how things change, how time passes and people grow apart, you think as you submerge your shoulders. Nanami used to run you baths almost every night, his small way of telling you how much he cherished you. Bubbles of every scent, bath oils and salts, candles and wine. The memory like a blanket as your skin tingles under the scolding water.
A soft knock at the door has your droopy eyes opening, âItâs unlocked.â You say, your voice horse and exhausted. Nanami softly cracks the door open, he walks in and places a small bundle of clothes onto the toilet lid, âYou can wear these.â His clothes, a lounge shirt, too old sweatpants and a pair of boxers. You watched as he picked up your pile of sopping clothes, ringing the remaining water into the sink.
Youâve worn his clothes before. On laundry day, the morning after⊠an eventful night, even when you just missed him. That weird feeling in your stomach probably means nothing.
You watch him in the low light of the bathroom, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he works the water from the fabric in a comfortable silence.
âHow was your night?â You ask, your fingers swirling through foamy bubbles. Nanami hums as he turns to face you; he rests against the sink, folding his arms across his chest. âFine.â He says, his tone even as he scans your face.
Itâs normalâ seeing your ex wife soak in your bathtub, naked in your home for the first time in years. The thought makes Nanami shift slightly, his eyes focusing on the tile behind you. A safer option.
You mold the bubbles into little lumps, feeling his gentle gaze on you as if itâs normal again. Maybe tomorrow this memory will haunt you, make you burn up from the inside out. How oddly vulnerable the entire ordeal is. But for now you just smile softly, âwhat, youâre not going to ask me about my night?â You hum only half kidding.
Clearing his throat he turns back to the sink, âI assumed you wouldnât want to talk about it.â Droplets of rainwater trickle down the drain as he squeezes the fabric again.
You donât want to talk about it, so why did you even bother bringing it up?
You lean back, your eyes still glued to the fizzling bubbles in your palm and clinging to your skin. Where would you even start? Maybe how your date was ogling the waitress as soon as you got there, or maybe how he tried to gaslight you in the car, or how you have him the wicked suggestion to dump you onto the streets.
âWould you?â He asks, cutting through the silence, âLike to talk about it, I mean.â
Maybe you could talk about how your date never asked what you wanted. Or how he never called you gorgeous, just because. Maybe you could bring up how he only ever seemed to want you a little more when other women wouldnât look his way.
Thereâs a line, right? Between exâs and friends? Thereâs things you shouldnât talk about past a certain point. Yet you still got excited to tell him about small insignificant things. Like the amazing bagel you had for breakfast, or how you and your daughter watched the most gut wrenching animated movie the night before and cried way more than she did; the small things you never seemed to tell your other partners. But you were friends⊠right? Thatâs what this was. A friendship.
You hum, âlet me wash my hair first.â Nanami takes his cue, collecting your still wet clothing and leaving the bathroom.
You dip your head under the rapidly cooling water after heating the door click closed. The soft hum and the slight pop as the water envelops you like a liquid blanket, drawing you in as you hold your breath.
âź âź âź
His clothes seem to always sag on you, no matter your size they always felt so big. The cold hardwood floor sends a shiver up your spine as you step through the quiet hall. Nanami sits in his arm chair, your unfinished glass waiting for you on the coffee table, the record has been changed, joined with the soft hum of the drier now running, the warm yellow light still flickers away.
A time capsule of peace, this was your life. Coming home and reading your respective books on opposite sides of the room, or maybe together on the sofa huddled close togetherâ but whyâre you thinking about that now? Ugh it nags at you as you sit down, your body suddenly heavy as the plush couch pulls you in.
âWhat time is it?â You ask as you give in to exhaustion, your eyes fluttering shut and your head lulling back. You hear Nanami close his book, â2:45am.â
You sigh, digging the heels of your palms into your tired eyes, âShit.â Despite the pang of unmet hunger in the pit of your stomach, despite the exhaustion gnawing at you, despite everything thatâs happened tonightâ you giggle. The sound startling another one out of you as you curl in on yourself, âgod what a fucking night.â
Nanami gazes at you, drowning in his t-shirt, absolutely hystericalâ with what he wonders.
âThat assholeââ you start, your wet hair clinging to your face as you roll your head to face him, ânever once asked me what I wanted.â
He nods, and you continue, ânot when we went out for dinner, not when we grabbed drinks, not when we fuckedââ your hands fly up on a silent groan, âwho does that?â The question far above a whisper.
Nanami was many thingsâ always busy, always working, but he never neglected you or your needs. Thatâs one thing you could never replace in your newer partners, his attentiveness.
âPeople are greedy.â He says, pushing his glasses up as he gently places his forgotten book onto the coffee table. âTheyââ should he say this? Should he even be thinking it? But youâre friends⊠friends⊠comfort each other. âThey donât know how to please you in the ways you want craveâ need. They never take the time.â His voice a husky whisper.
You groan, tired and not thinking as you go to continue complaining, âLike you know what I want.â The words come out with an edge you never meant to put there.
âIâm not saying thatââ
âYou might as well be, I never asked for your input, it was rhetorical.â You snap, the words clawing their way out before you can stop them. Was it pent up anger that made you stand up? Or maybe that simmering unmet lust burning deep in your gut that made you walk in front of him, challenging him, begging him wordlessly. Or maybe it was that deep history, etched into your bones, your body craving his forgotten touch.
He stares up at you, his legs spread wide, his arms gripping the armrests. His breathing slows, his eyes set on yours in a heated stare.
âDo you know what I want?â You ask, voice low, your words crackle with need. âDid you ever know what I wanted?â
Nanami knew you like the back of his hand. You liked when heâd go down on you, legs spread wide by his strong hands. You liked to pull his hair when heâd bite at your neck, so he grew it out. You liked when heâd ruin you with just his tongue while he held your small hand in his much larger one. He knew every freckle on your body, every stretch mark, every hair. He knew what your moods meant, when you were silently begging to be split apart on his cock.
He knew what you wanted more than you did.
The record keeps spinning as he rises, his body towering over you, his voice rumbles deep in his throat, âYou know the answer⊠but tell meââ
You swallow thickly, your body stiffens as he brushes your drying hair from your shoulder, his face lowers, his hot breath fans over the damp shell of your ear sending goosebumps flying across your skin. âAs long as weâve been apart⊠have you ever wished⊠it were me between your legs?â
Your eyes flutter, just like your heart as you press your palms into his firm chest. Did you? You stand there, your fingers pressing harder into his clothed skin as you wrack your brain. Maybe you have been comparing your partners to him, maybe thatâs by you canât keep oneâ fuck maybe thatâs why you got yourself kicked out of a car tonight. But his breath is so hot against your skin, you can feel his hands hover above your hips. You both know what you want, you both know what you need.
âIf I said no,â your voice breathy, âwould you believe me?â
He laughs, the sound brings a slime to your lips as his forehead falls to your shoulder. In this moment it seems so simple, feels so familiar. And maybe thatâs all you need tonight.
âIs it⊠okay if I touch you?â He asks, that sentence hasnât been heard in years, youâd almost forgotten how wet it makes you. Almost.
You nod, your palms slowly sliding up his chest and around his neck.
That light moment slowly fading before your eyes as he presses his lips to the exposed skin below your ear. âWords.â
âYes dammit you know I hate when youââ
You choke on your words as he pulls back, his hand threading with your damp locks and craning your head back. Your eyes frantically search his, the reading lamp the only light reflecting off of them.
Nanamiâs usual gentleness is gone as he stares you down. âYou need to be quiet for me, can you do that?â One hand cradles your cheek, the other tugs at your hand, begging to be held.
Before you can answer heâs pulling you with him, leading you to his bedroom. The darkness of the apartment swallows you both as you enter the room, the music fading, the sounds of your eager breath becomes the only sound ringing in both of your ears.
He doesnât waste time sliding his warm hands underneath your shirt, pulling you closer to him as his lips crash into yours.
Everything about him invades your senses, the taste of his lips, his touch, the smell of himâ all of it makes you clench your thighs together as his fingers press into your soft skin.
âI forgotââ Nanamiâs lips trail a path down your throat, his fingers sliding under the waistband of the boxers youâre wearing, âhow incredible you look in my clothes.â His boxers, his shirt, his sweatpantsâ all of it reeks of himâ the overwhelming scent of his cologne makes you dizzy as the pads of his fingers teasingly brush against your clit. The tips of your ears burn as you choke down a moan, your own fingers tangling into his combed blonde hair.
He makes a quiet âtskâ before biting your neck, a soft nip before heâs licking the pain away, âquietââ lithe fingers sink slowly into you, âor I stop.â
Lust clouds every rational thought swirling around inside of your brain as you nod frantically, desperate for him to continue.
âGood girl.â Your hips grind down onto his fingers, clit brushing against his palm with an infuriating lightness. Not enough. Never enough. A soft whine of frustration sounds in the back of your throat. His free hand sneaks up your throat, his fingers dancing across your jaw, this thumb pulling at your plump bottom lip. A groanâhusky and raw sounds deep in his chest as the diget slips past your lips into your warm wet mouth. Hot and slick as he presses the pad of his thumb down onto your tongue.
Dark eyes meet yours in the inky black of his room, âget on the bed.â
He pulls out of you, turning away from you before you can beg him to continue. Nanami rushes to the door, his feet light as he gently clicks it closed. Youâre too busy peeling off his boxers to notice him lick a long stripe up his slick fingers, but you hear the sound he makes. He groans as his tongue licks every last drop of you from his fingers.
You sink onto the bed just as he flicks on a small lamp, your body cast in that familiar pale yellow glow. Nanami however is a silhouette before you, warm light framing his every move. Clenching around nothing you watch him peel his shirt off, the sound of his pants following suit. You crawl backward in search of the headboard, his hands grasp your ankles and in one quick yank youâre back at the edge. You instinctively clamp your thighs together as he sinks to his knees, hands prying your legs apart. âDonât run from me, show me what Iâve been missing.â He whispers, his gentle voice sending shivers down your spine and to your waiting cunt. And he notices. Youâre spread wide with his hands trailing torturously gentle shapes into your skin.
He feels so pathetic. Heâs harder than heâs ever been as he gazes at your weeping pussy splayed out for him, leaking down your ass and onto his freshly washed sheets. How long will he just stare at you, mouth watering as you bite down hard on your bottom lip while your legs tremble under his feather light touch.
âKento-â you mumble, âthis is embarrassing stop teasing mââ you gasp at the sudden sensation. His lips find your swollen clit without fail, the familiarity slowly rising back to the surface. He mumbles against you, his words muffled and sending shivers straight through you as his fingers prod at your dripping hole.
Itâs torture you think. The way he flattens his tongue against your throbbing clit, fingers sliding in with ease as you clasp your hand around your mouth. Lips trembling as you choke down moan after moan.
Nanamiâs always been a tender lover, putting your needs above his ownâ itâs nice to know that hasnât changed as you dig your heels into his mattress, thighs trembling and back arching ever so slightly as he bullies his fingers into you again and again. The desperate depraved moans you choke down slip out as small squeaks that have Nanami leaking through his boxers.
He canât take itâ how warm you are against his fingers, juices leaking down his arm, his tongue working in ways heâd forgot possible. He moans against you one final time before pulling off, licking his lips clean as you prop yourself up onto your elbows.
âKenââ
âTurnoverâ his voice deep and laced with utter desperation as you watch him tuck his thumbs under the electric of his boxers.
It was like a game, waiting to see who will crack first as he peels away that last layer of fabric. Heâs throbbing and so painfully hard under your watchful gaze. Your eyes taking in every vein, admiring that upward bend that had to seeing stars countless timesâ not even a foot away from you now.
âCan I-â suck you off.
Large hands pull you forward, âLater.â That inhuman strength has you spinning, landing on your stomach with a startled yelp.
You push yourself up, arms trembling as he reaches over you and snatches a pillow. âW-wait, I wanted toââ you go to stutter in protest only for his palm to press down firmly on your back, right between your shoulder blades. One second your hips are pressed into the soft bedsheetsâ the next theyâre held high in the air only supported by his brutal grasp.
Your senses are on fire. Your cheek is pressed into a pillow that smells so much like his shampoo, your thighs covered in your cooling slick, all you can hear is your own hammering heart and jagged breaths as his hands slide over you. One trailing up the small of your back, sneaking over your shoulder blades and stopping at your nape. The other holds you up by the hips as he slots his cock between your slick folds with a sickeningly low groan.
Nanami presses his chest against your back, you can feel his heart, feel his body heat, you can practically taste the sweat that already adorns his face as his lips hover over the shell of your ear. âTell me to stop, and Iâll stop.â He whispers, his voice so husky you can feel the rumble slide down your throat and live in your ribcage. You nod frantically, âFine, okay you have my wordâ fuckâhurry up already! Please-please-pleaseââ you whine, a memory that will have your cheeks the richest shade of red come tomorrow.
âGood girl,â he hums, his tip slowly enters you with an infuriating slowness that has you gripping the sheets under you. âYou learned how to use your words, mâproud of you angel.â He moans as he wills himself to go slowly, he wants to savor the way you clench around him again, savor the way you gush at his gentle praise.
One twitch of your hips and youâd be completely split open, and somehow thatâs what you need. You press yourself into his sheets, rocking your hips back into him with that impatience that pissed him off and made him even harder.
More.
More.
More.
You groan, your lip bitten and raw as you beg. âKenââ
His chest still rests against your back as he litters your neck in open mouth kisses, âI know, Angel.â His teeth graze the flesh of your neck to feel you tremble under him. âBe patient for me.â
Itâs so hard to obey when heâs moving so deliberately slowâ drawing it out so you feel every vein, every twitch, every slight stutter of his hips when you whine into the pillow under you. You donât know how hard it is for him not to grab a fist full of your hair and press your face into the sheetsâ how hard it is for him not to snap his hips into yours at such a brutal pace it gives you a lip the next day. He needs to hear you scream his name until your lungs burn and your hands cramp from clinging onto him with the last of your strength.
Next time he thinks. Next time youâll be all alone, folded in half under him with your pretty little face staring up at him as he fucks you again and again.
âSo good for me.â He moans into your ear as his hips finally meet the swell of your ass. âSo good.â He bites your neck, stifling a moan as you clench around him.
Nanami kisses the pain away as he pulls out halfway and then slowly entering again. And again. And again.
The feeling of him so deep in your gut has you panting, trembling and clawing at his pillow. Your hands ache from clinging to anything you can reach, but youâre afraid if you didnât occupy yourself youâd scream, so completely under his control it drives you insane. Youâre so focused on breathing and willing yourself not to be too loud that you donât feel one of his hands leaving your body only to wrap around your wrist, his thumb circling your skin in time with his movements.
Slow and lazy strokes turn into quick sloppy thrusts, the soft squelch of your mixed arousal becoming louder in your ears. All you can hear is Nanamiâs low groans next to your ear and the subtle squeak of the bed frame and it has your head spinning.
âKenââ you moan, teeth imbedded in your bottom lip.
He reminds that eager little yelp in your tone even when itâs being suppressed. Youâre close already. So so close.
He sneaks his other hand under you, trailing it down your stomach as the other tightens around your wrist. ïżŒ
Even if he can read you, he needs to know. To hear it drip from your lips and into the heated sizzling air. âWhat do you need? Tell meâfuckâ tell me what you need.â
Your stomach flutters, ears burning and legs trembling as you whine. So high pitched and pathetic it has him reeling on top of you, his cock throbbing at the sound of pure desperation.
âMâso closeâ Kento please I needâfuck fuck fuckââ you shudder as you feel the heat of his palm hovering over your clit. âNeed to cumââ
His fingers hone in on your pulsing bud before the words even finish leaving your lips.
Who is he to deny you that high?
Maybe youâve been so unknowingly pent up, or maybe you just craved his touch that muchâ but as soon as the rough pads of his fingers sought you out you felt your back bow, your lips tremble and youâre turning your hand palm up to intertwine your fingers with his as the coil in your gut tightens.
Nanamiâs face scrunches as he feels your pussy tighten around him. You squeeze his hand, you tremble under him and moan and drool onto his pillow. His bed mightâve smelt like him this morning but tonight it drips with you. The body heâs craved ever since his eyes met yours for the very first timeâ his pace quickens.
âCum for me,â he hooks his chin over your shoulder. âPleaseâ I need you toâ fuckâ I need it.â He whimpers, words trembling as his fingers quicken, his hand could fall off for all he cared. He needed this. He needed you.
Heâs whined before, but now in this moment it sounded so sinful. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his now damp hair touch your cheek, you could feel his breath and if you opened your eyesâ see the bead of sweat trickle down the curve of his nose.
His gruff voice sounded so sweet as he begged you, pleaded with you to cum around his cock.
You nodded, frantic.
The only warning your body allows is a shiver that shoots up the base of your spine as you cum. White flashes behind your eyelids as you bite into the pillow, your teeth threaten to pop a seam as you ride our your violent high through choked sobs.
Nanami cums after you, your tight walls spasming around him as he pumps you full with a groan that hangs heavy in the sticky air.
It takes everything he has left not to collapse on top of you as he eases his way out. Leaning back he watches as his cum oozes out of you, and with gentle fingers he pushes it back in, watching the way you writhe as overstimulation knocks on your door.
With a fuzzy head you allow him to carefully lay you on your back. His hand cups your cheek as he presses a parting kiss to your forehead. You hardly register his absence till you feel him part your legs, a warm towel glides up your legs and you hum at the cozy feeling of it. The familiar comfort he brings you is something youâve missed. Nanami takes his time cleaning you up before he urges you under the covers. You sleepily comply.
Sleepily. Who knew his dick would be your melatonin again, you think to yourself as you tuck yourself farther into his bed with a content sigh. Before sleep can fully grasp you, you feel Nanamiâs strong arms pull you to his chest, his nose buried in the crook of your neck once more. It isnât long before you fall asleep in his arms, in the pitch black of his room, in a bed that smells like black coffee and lavender, just like you used to. Itâs so familiar, so inviting and whole.
Maybe your next boyfriend will be better than the last guy. In fact⊠maybe heâll be just like your ex-husband.
#jjk x reader#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento x reader#jjk smut#nanami kento#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you
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SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN AU
Okay, look, I've head a System SY idea for a while now (in fact, some of the ideas for this were used when I was first planning out Locked & Loaded), but after seeing @/artsarasp's System!SQQ AU, the brainworms have been once again come alive and I just need to get this out into the world. This is a very bare bones idea that I (probably) won't actually write, so walk with me for a second! Also this is going to be a very, very long post.
In this idea, the System actually is an interdimensional organization that deal with creating new worlds based on stories and making sure these worlds continue working as intended and (eventually), sending transmigrators to worlds that need 'improvement' (this improvement being very subjectice depending on which worker is assigned which story).
In SY's case, he's just someone who usually works behing a screen, in the most exciting cases he gets to guide transmigrators around but most of the time he just makes sure the stories 'code' is running normally and nothing world-breaking is going on in the stories (like someone managing to find a hack to skip defining plot points, or activating God-Mode somehow). He's very happy with this arrangement, btw! He was never one to run around and his boss has warned him once or twice for apparently being 'way too harsh' on the few transmigrators he got to be a System for.
Unfortunately, one day he is assigned to 'manually inspect' a world because a certain co-worker of his (Shang Qinghua) had been sent down there to handle a glitch but had gone missing instead. When SY asks why was he being the one asked to do this (not that he doesn't care for his friend, but he REALLY isnt made for running around), his boss says SY is the only other one who is familiar enough with the world to not get lost.
So that's how he find out SQH had managed to get himself stuck on the world he created (as a joke even, he hadn't even expected that when he was messing around with the company's program he would actually be able to create a new world based on the shitty novel he'd written as a human). And of course, SQH only having one friend, subjected SY to the story.
SY grumbles and denies ever seeing anything about SQH's story (or liking it, even if his boss kindly points out they never mentioned SY liked it) but eventually he agrees; and that's how he finds himself being teletransported onto the world of PIDW, carrying a pair of Debugging Sheers he'd never thought he would have to hold (he calls them Big Scissors), with the mission of finding SQH and dealing with the glitch that was still somewhere in the world.
Though, when he goes to message his supervisor about the specifics (where he should go or what was the last known location of SQH), he finds out that his Personal System has apparently already been affected by the glitch ("ALREADY??") that he was realizing worked more like a virus. Fortunately some messages were still going through, and his supervisor notified him they couldn't send him directly to the location he needed to be, specially because the virus seemed to have fragmented and spread to various parts of the stories timeline. SY now has to jump around through time a few times and slowly cut doen the glitches caused by the virus.
Thus begins Shen Yuan's Great Narrative Haunting (in real time.).
Luckily, for him, the place he first appeared was already one of the spots the virus has infected the world, and it seems to be in a town not too far away from him, so with a quick activation of the 'Ghost Mode' function (avaiable for all System staff to make it easier when they have to manually fix something, making them invisible and untouchable), SY heads to the town.
The glitch actually doesnt take too long to find (it was a buggy tree clipping onto a nearby river, which only needs a snip of the Big Scissors to disappear from reality), but when SY and passing through the town to find some better signal for his Personal System so he can jump forward to the next stop, he sees a group of snickering kids leaving an alleyway. A bit curious, he passes by the alley and barely manages to see through the pouring rain and spot a trembling figure on the floor. Of course, PIDW was never meant to be a happy or forgiving world, so SY is not surprised at the idea that some kids were bullying a smaller kid, though it still makes him upset.
He kneels close to the child and turns off 'Ghost Mode', pulling out an umbrella from his inventory (yes, System staff ALSO get an inventory, no one wants to have to carry aroung those big ass scissors), covering him from the rain. The boy is shaking from the cold, and even if SY can't check the boy's identity (since his system is still buggy), he reasons the probability of him coming into contact with an important character is very small, and even if System staff aren't supposed to interact with characters, he limits himself to at least getting the boy out of the rain.
Luo Binghe later wakes in a bench underneath a small shop's roof, covered in a thick cloth, having no idea how he'd gotten there besides the vague dream (or memory?) of a strangely dressed person patting his hair and taking him into their arms. He notices the rain has stopped and he's perfectly dry. Shen Yuan, seeing the kid seems to be doing well, finally jumps to his next location.
It doesn't take long for SY to figure out where he is when he loads onto the next mission location, in fact, he's almost certain he'd recognize the bamboo forest and calm, almost dream-like atmosphere of Qing Jing Peak anywhere. Seeing there that Qing Jing even exists in the first place, he deduces Binghe is still not emperor, so this time he makes sure to not be seen by any characters. It also doesn't take for SY to find his next target, as a commotion behind him catches his attention.
And oh, if he isn't familiar with the scene. A few older looking disciples push around a smaller looking boy, while a girl insistently shouts for the leader of the older disciples to stop. SY barely managed to appreaciate how Luo Binghe looks so cute as a child before (who he assumes is) Ming Fan snatches rips an amulet out of Binghe's neck. It's quite the heartbreaking scene to watch live, poor Binghe fighting for the only remaining piece of his adoptive mother without even knowing he's destined to never see it again. SY's Personal System may be buggy but it's still functional enough to detect if SY has a direct impact on the main storyline, so SY is basically forced to stand still and watch.
Though, since he had a clear view of the whole scene, when Ming Fan throws the jade pendant into the forest, SY can perfectly follow the arch of the necklace and sees where it landed, which is when an idea pops into his head. Distantly hearing Luo Binghe and NYY frantically searching for a necklace they'll never find, SY spots where the fake jade glimmers high up on a tree brench, though it's glimmer is distorted by the distinct sight of a glitch corrupting it's form. If SY were to follow standard procedure, he'd just have to bring out his Sheers and snip the necklace out of existence, but looking at it... Would it be so bad if he debugged the necklace the longer way?
Besides, if Binghe has the necklace or not, it's not like this one item is going to interfere with the major story anyways. SY isn't stopping Binghe from falling into the Abyss, he's just... Returning a lost item to it's intended owner.
Later, after an exhausting afternoon of what seemed to be searching through every nook and cranny of Qing Jing Peak's surrounding forest, Luo Binghe goes back to the shed he sleeps in utterly defeat and feeling strangely hollow; that is, until he opens the door and finds a new, thick blanket neatly folded in the middle of the shed, way too clean to be anything he had previously owned, and atop of it, his precious jade pendent, sitting there as if it never even dissapeared. Luo Binghe distantly notices that nobody that visits the shed ever lets the door closed after they visit.
The third location SY goes to leaves him no time to acclimatize, as he's immediately attacked by a beast, and only after (struggling to) kill it, does SY notice the unfortunate situation he was placed into: the Immortal Alliance Conference. By this point, he's already figured out his Personal System is most likely using Binghe's energy as Protagonist to make up for the energy it can't use due to it being partially corrupted, and the energy it needs to save up so SY can go back to the System's head quarters, so it really wasn't a surprise that he would be sent to this specific plot point, but dammit can't he avoid having to be near the place where his favorite character is thrown into hell??
And, well, there's also the problem that a beast attacked him, which meant it saw him, which meant his Ghost Mode was also glitching out, and after fiddling around which a half functioning System interface, it seems that the presence of the virus here is stronger than the other places, though still not the biggest chunk. Truly, just the cherry on top of his situation that he'd have to scurry around and somehow manage to not bump into anyone.
As is his luck, as SY tries to head closer to where his System is signaling the glitch's presence, other monsters continue attacking him, which besides slowing him down a considerable amount, it also causes the risk of him being picked up by the people watching the Conference through the Spirit Eagles circling the area, which is the last thing he needs.
Eventually he goes to the closest spot he can to the glitch, but a snapping sound behind him sends him into full panic. A person stands behind him, which leaves SY wondering how he managed to miss someone sneaking up on him like this. "You seem to have dropped something." the person says, and SY eyes immediately fall to his body, scanning himself to what he might have lost, and his hand basically flies to his throat when he notices the tassle that is usually nestled there is missing. He quickly turns around, only to come face to face to the golden protagonist, mister Luo Binghe himself.
Binghe tries interrogating SY as to what he's doing, sneaking around the supposedly sealed off Conference grounds, and SY, in his panicked state (slightly fuelled by a fanboy-induced craze) tries to fumble for excuses, but only when Binghe finally understands that the feeling he gets when looking at this strange person is an undeniable sense of deja-vu and tries asking SY if they'd met before, a loud rumblind shakes the ground: the Abyss has opened.
SY feels even more panicked, cause what this means is eventually, not only will he be discovered by Luo Binghe (his supervisor is going to kill him), but he could possibly be discovered by Shen Qingqiu, of all people! He doesn't get too much time to think about his grand escape however, as a piercing shriek comes from the Abyss rift. Right, how could he forget about the Black Moon Rhinoceros Python? And-- Oh, of course! Of course the damn thing would be virus-infected object!
After teaming-up with Binghe, the both of them manage to subdue the monster long enough that SY managed to snip it, though while they both catch their breath, SY belatedly realizes he just helped Binghe fight with the monster he was supposed to fight. Alone! The monster who was supposed to break his demonic seal! And, like clockwork, he can distantly hear what can only be SQQ's hurried steps through the forest! FUCK!!
With no other option, and Binghe now wanting to continue his interrogation, SY hurriedly start to walk towards the Abyss rift, frantically giving Binghe tips about what he could do in the Abyss to have an easier time, though when he catches a glimpse of green robes between the trees, SY types something on a floating screen and jumps backwards, Binghe letting out a shocked scream. Unfortunately, the protagonist won't be able to do nothing about the seemingly insane and way too familiar man who just jumped into the Abyss, as a rustling sounds behind him, and he's met with a newly regenrated Black Moon Rhino.
SY feels horrible about spawning a new one after Binghe just finished fighting one, but the story must continue, and with his Personal System finally free from most of the virus corruption, SY leaves one last gift as an apology and warping away before hitting the Abyss' ground. Later, when Binghe wakes up at the bottom of the rift after being pushed by SQQ, the first thing he sees is a qiakun pouch, full of useful items and tiny note at the bottom that reads 'Sorry!'
(I have a bit more thought out but this is already WAY too big, so I'm cutting it short for now, but let it be known that the Binghe vs Bingge extra does come into play later! Let me know if yall would want a continuation, though Ill probably write it regardless lol)
#sorry for any typos its literally 1am#this became to huge doe omg#im so sorry i thought i would manage to keep it simple#who am i kidding#when have i ever managed to keep an AU simple#svsss#drabble#fanfic#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#luo bingge#bingqiu#bingyuan#binggeyuan#this is binggeyuan btw#digital art#komm's system au
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Orcs who canât reproduce on their own as theyâre a mono-sex species. Thereâs no real concept of gender in an orc village, and how humans, elves, and minotaur have different gender expectations baffles them. Thereâs work to be done! Who cares whatâs in your pants when thereâs chores that need doing!
Reproductively speaking, it does mean that in order to have kids orcs need people from other species will to carry their kids.
Usually this manifests in two ways. 1) members of a village go out into the world, explore, fall in love, and bring their spouse back to their village to start a family (though some wonât return to their village and will just start their family with their new spouse whenever they are). 2) itâs pretty common for a village to offer someone an easy life of being doted on an pampered in return for bearing the next generation of kids with them.
In these villages kids are raised communally, orcs maybe have a guess which kids might share their blood, but it doesnât matter, all kids are theirs.
Itâs a soft free use sort of set up. If you say no or not now itâll be respected, though you really will be disappointing all those orcs who just want to spoil you and love you and see you round with their kids. Gently being passed around, fawned over, some days your feet never even touch the ground because they insist on just carrying you anywhere you want to go.
You never have to life a finger, constantly attended to, though theyâre also so happy to teach you any skills you want! Always wanted to learn to sew clothes? Thereâs a tailor teaching you and fawning over your messy stitches like itâs the most beautiful thing ever created? The potter shows off the terrible plate you made with pride, just happy that you wanted them to teach you? Blacksmithing? Hunting? Anything you want.
A pampered life where youâre so deeply loved and treasured.
It takes a little time to get used to all the fucking though. They do their best to let you have time to yourself and enjoy being spoiled, but you did promise that they could have you whenever they want. You donât know the last time you had a night where you werenât fucked to sleep, taking load after load in your cunt, ass, and mouth from whoever wanted to fuck you until you were so sleepy you couldnât keep your eyes open. Your last partner still hard inside you and pumping a few more loads while you rested and then cockwarming them all night. Gently being woken up in the morning because they just couldnât wait any longer and needed to fuck you again or a new partner sliding into easily as youâre still slick with cum and your own juices.
Walking through the village to be tossed over someoneâs shoulder and brought home for them to fuck, or if theyâre impatient just being bent over the nearest surface and being fucked in the middle of the village.
Youâre rarely with one partner at a time. If youâre being fucked publicly several other orcs quickly join in. Even if youâre in your own home or behind closed doors at someone elseâs youâre always quickly overheard and more join in.
Youâre always kissed and snuggled after, and usually during. Theyâre very affectionate and just adore everything about you!
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Missing You Always
based on the steal a moment phone call!!
â--- paring: sylus x reader
â--- summary: Your marriage to Sylus has been a challenging one because of your long distant status. Sylus is determined to remind you that distance can't diminish what you share. He reassures not only your mind but also your body, reminding you why you're meant for each other.
â--- word count: 4.5k
â--- warnings: mdni, slight angst, there's comfort don't worry, soft!dom sylus, you take a bath together, oral sex, fingering, doggy, back shots, bit of background story, sylus is an eater ok..., (he eats your cum), size kink if you squint, no protection is used (wrap it before you tap it)
â--- a/n: i had to get this one out quick because rafayel is quickly taking over my brain ngl.
Just a couple of months before, you married Sylus. He has certainly lived up to (and well beyond) your expectations. While he is the perfect loving husband, your current situation is less than favorable. You knew what you agreed to in this marriage, and you knew the first few years would be difficult, but it did not stop you from feeling a pang in your chest when you arrived home, and your lovely husband was not there because, well, he is still in the N109 Zone.Â
You walked into the front door of your shared home with Sylus, but then again, was it? He is never here during the week. You had both discussed it plenty in the early stages of your relationship, but that did not make the adjustment any easier now that you had moved back to Linkon. Being a hunter was difficult for you, mind, body, and spirit.Â
Despite your feelings, you fought to hold on until the weekend. You knew Sylus was coming home to you soon. After work tomorrow, you would go home, and your lover would be waiting for you. That thought made you smile.Â
You strolled into your home through the grand entryway, maneuvering through it to find the living area. Walking through the arch, you looked above your head to see the chandelier suspended above the coffee table. Turning your head, you observed the ceiling-to-floor windows, admiring the sunset.Â
Your imagination took over, the thought of walking in tomorrow, noticing the lit fireplace, candles throughout the room, and the signature scent of vanilla being carried throughout the room. Youâd know without a doubt that he was home. Your gaze would be drawn to the kitchen where Sylus would be standing. Maybe he got a gift for you, he usually does, something that reminded him of you during your signature five days apart.
âI miss him,â you said aloud reluctantly. A sigh escaped your lips, and your hands covered your eyes, leaving you feeling the somber silence around you.
A few beats of silence were interrupted by Sylusâs signature ringtone. Pulling you from your mind, you shifted quickly, searching for your phone. Making your way to your work bag, you pull the phone out of the front pocket before swiping âacceptâ on Sylusâs phone call.Â
Sylus: "You have no idea how much Iâve missed thisâjust hearing your voice, sweetie. Itâs been way too long. Feels like forever since Iâve had you all to myself." You: "I know, baby. Iâve missed you too. Every night, I go to bed wishing you were here." Sylus: "Soon, though. Tomorrow, itâs all about us. You and me, finally. Iâve been counting down the days." You: "Me too. I remember the last time we were togetherâŠour little movie night⊠I loved it so much." Sylus: "Yeah? Well, tomorrow, I plan to make it even better. Weâve got catching up, and Iâm not just talking about our dinner date, sweetie. Iâve been thinking about you non-stop. I miss touching you, holding you⊠just being with you." You: "I canât wait. Iâve been thinking about it all week. Just the thought of being with you makes everything feel right." Sylus: "Good. Because tomorrow, the second I walk through that door, Iâm not letting you go. No distractions, no interruptions, just you and me. Howâs that sound?" You: "Sounds perfect. Iâve been dying to just⊠be with you again. Really be with you." Sylus: "Good. âCause I plan to remind you how much Iâve missed you in every way."
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"Hey, Sy! Are you almost here yet?" Your voice carried a hint of strain as you focused on dinner preparations. You had cubed some steak, and the hot grease sizzled and popped back at you while you basted the meat with a rich butter-garlic mixture, ensuring each piece absorbed the flavorful glaze.
âYes, Kitten. I should be there in a few minutes, but check the door; there's a gift for you outside.â
âOh! Okay, I didn't know. Iâll go look.â You disconnected the call with Sylus and went to the front door of your house. You saw an absurdly large box waiting for you as you opened the door. You maneuvered the box inside, wanting to open it. You grabbed your knife, tearing through the tape on the top. Once opened, you saw the little white note inside waiting for you.Â
âFor our date.â The simple cursive of the letter made you raise an eyebrow till you bent down and opened the box. You found face masks, bath bombs, moisturizers, oils, candles, and anything you could have desired.
âAh, so he planned a self-care night. How cute!â Then you heard the door creak open, causing you to turn around. You dropped the items swiftly back in the box, overwhelmed with emotion. Â
âIâm home, my love,â he said sweetly. A large smile instantly plastered your face at the sight of him, and you ran into his arms. You could admit that while you were growing used to your hyper-independence, you missed him. His scent, his touch, his presence. How your days to weeks apart made your heart grow fonder was amazing.
You ran to him, jumping in his arms. He caught you quickly as you gave him a tight hug. âI missed you,â you whispered into his ear, pressing soft kisses to his ear lobe. He shuddered at the feeling of your kiss, his eyes falling closed. You pulled your head back to look into his eyes. The heat of your soft kisses ran through him as he opened his eyes to meet yours. He placed his forehead flush against yours, a smile appearing on his face. His hands tightened his hold on you.Â
âOh, sweetie, you donât want to know how much I wished I could come to you this past week,â Sylus said, his eyes dropping to your lips. Holding you with just one arm, his right hand caressed your face. Your face flushed a bit. The look in his eyes said even more than his words. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, âI missed this,â he said, kissing you languidly, almost like you were frozen in time. âAnd this,â his hand moved, tilting your chin upwards and to the side, pressing a taught kiss to your jaw. âThis,â he tilted his head and kissed your neck slowly, starting where your jaw meets your neck, down to where your collarbone begins, before his teeth found your skin, nibbling on it gently.Â
A rough breath came from your lips. The feeling of his lips and teeth on you always felt amazing. âSylusss, letâs finish dinner. I smell it burning,â you said, smelling the cube steak slowly turning into burnt steak. Â
He kissed you once more and nibbled on the skin by your collarbone. âOkay, we wouldnât want dinner to burn now, would we?â he laughed, placing you on your feet. You turned around and made your way to the kitchen, still feeling flustered by how he kissed you moments ago.Â
Sylus followed closely behind, his presence warm and comforting. You carefully plated the mealâtender, butter-basted (slightly burnt) steak cubes, roasted vegetables, and creamy mashed potatoes. The rich aroma filled the kitchen, the perfect mix of savory and satisfying.
"Smells amazing, sweetie," Sylus murmured as he leaned against the counter, watching you with that familiar, teasing grin.
You handed him his plate, the warmth of the food almost matching the heat between you two. Together, you carried the plates to the couch, where the night would begin. The soft lighting in your house casts a cozy glow, setting the perfect mood for the evening ahead.
"Dinner and a show?" he teased, settling beside you, his eyes lingering on yours.
You laughed softly. "Something like that. Letâs just say⊠we wonât leave this couch for a while."
Sylus raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I like the sound of that."
You both dug into the meal, the flavors rich and comforting, but the real excitement lingered between each bite, the anticipation building for the rest of the date.
The movie you chose to accompany your dinner was a sad romantic comedy. It may not have been the best choice because now you are trying to keep tears from falling from your eyes. You wanted to enjoy your time with Sylus, not cry over nothing.
But you couldnât help yourself. The movie discusses a couple struggling to navigate their careers. They got pulled in different directions and did not end up together⊠It was eerie; it was too reminiscent of your current insecurities.
You turned your head, looking at Sylus, who was already turned towards you. His brows furrowed in concern. âWhatâs going on in that pretty little mind of yours, hmm?â he said, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek as he slowly stroked your face.Â
His tenderness and compassion for you were mind-blowing. His never-ending patience was world-shattering. A tear fell from your eye, wetting his hand. âIs this going to work? I donât want to end up like them, Sylus.â You finally met his fierce eyes, forcing yourself to hold contact as you shared your insecurity with him.
âListen, this isnât forever. It's hard now, but it is temporary. I will make sure of that, " he said, his voice strained at the sight of your tears. He pulled you forward to hug him, and his embrace instantly comforted you. âI promise,â he whispered into your ear, placing the softest kiss on your earlobe.Â
You pulled back ever so slightly to look him in the eyes. âI trust you, Sylus,â you said, sniffling and wiping your face. He smiled at you slightly, and your admission meant much more to him than youâd ever know.Â
âLetâs continue our date. I found those face masks youâve been texting me,â he offered. âI saw! Whereâd you even find those,â you exclaimed and lightly hit his chest. You both laughed together, feeling a bit lighter now.
You shifted to your shared bathroom, which had quite an industrial feel. The walls were covered with deep blue tiles, and the floor was a patterned blue tile, which beautifully complemented the gold and brown accents throughout the room. Walking on your bare feet, the tiles felt cold under your feet, chilling your whole body and giving you goosebumps.Â
Sylus followed behind you closely. The brown box rested in his large hands as he placed it on the wide granite counter. He unpacked the box, pulling out the candles, face masks, oils/lotions, and bath items.Â
You walked behind him, grabbing the candles and placing them around the large bathroom. The scent of a sweet candle promptly filled the air, spreading through the room. You turned off the warm lights, allowing the candles to be your light source.Â
Further setting your space for the date, you turned on some smooth jazzâsomething you and Sylus would appreciate. Playing instruments was not an easy feat, as you would know after your multiple failed attempts at playing the piano.Â
Walking back into the bathroom connected to your primary suite, you saw that Sylus had begun to draw bath water for you two. His hand was wading in and out of the water, monitoring the temperature. You just watched as he worked. He had fresh roses in a plastic bag on the floor next to him. He picked them up, removing the petals. The red roses filled the white bathtub, some resting atop the beautiful bubble bath he made for you two.
âDo you need help getting ready for the bath?â He said suddenly, turning his head to look at you, a slight grin on your face.
âI could use some help,â you said playfully, a pout forming on your cocked head.Â
Sylus stopped the bath water and was now ready for you two to share. He made his way over to you and stood tall before you. You lifted your arms, and he moved to lift your t-shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom, leaving you in a lacy black bra. You watched his eyes shift downward to your chest before looking you in the eyes. He laughed a bit, knowing you caught him looking.
âYour turn, Sy,â you said.
âWhatever you say, Sweetie,â he replied playfully. He lifted his arms above his head, knowing damn well he was too tall for you to pull the shirt above his head. So, instead, he moved to his knees, making it easier for you. You reached down, pulling his casual shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, on his knees for you. Your eyes widened a bit at the sight. Youâd never get over this.
âNow, these must go,â Sylus said. He was hooking his large fingers into the waistband of your black leggings and panties. He pulled them down slowly, leaving you in just a bra before him. âAlways so beautiful for me,â he said, desire filled his eyes.Â
He reluctantly stood to his feet, standing at full height as he moved to unclasp your bra. âMay I?â He whispered tenderly against the shell of your ear.Â
âOf course, baby,â you said softly. You heard the click of the bra behind you, your breasts falling as they left the support of the bra.Â
Sylus stepped back, looking over your nude body.Â
You flushed at his gaze, lifting your arms to cover your body. âThe bath is getting cold,â you said, suddenly feeling shy in front of your husband.
âLetâs get in, sweetie,â Sylus said with a grin, swiftly slipping off his sweatpants and briefs. He lowered himself into the bath, the water rippling as he settled in, leaving space for you to join him.
You stepped into the hot bath, the warmth enveloping your legs as the water sloshed with your added weight. Steadying your hands on the tub's edge, you guided yourself in, sinking fully until your back rested against Sylusâs broad chest. The hot water worked wonders on your tense muscles, soothing the stress from both your bodies.
The demands of your careers, the physical toll of your work as a hunter, and the mental strain of being apart all faded away at this moment. This was exactly what you both needed: to be close and together.
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head to the side, resting it on Sylusâs strong bicep. You lost yourself in the feeling of him, ignoring the soft glow of candles and the distant music. None of it mattered as much as the sensation of his body against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the hard lines of his abs, the strength in his thighs. Your fingers traced the vein from his bicep to his forearm, grounding you in the moment.
The warmth of his skin against yours was everythingâcomforting, intimate. You were both aware of his cock pressed against your ass, but for now, you both ignored it, savoring the quiet closeness. In this shared silence, nothing else mattered.
The warmth of the bath pulled you into a sense of calm, but the steady rise and fall of Sylusâs chest beneath you stirred something more. You could not ignore how his hands started to drift, one moving slowly up your arm, the other settling on your waist, his finger tracing gentle circles on your skin. A quiet hum of satisfaction escaped your lips as you shifted slightly, pressing your back more firmly against him.
âYou feel incredible, sweetie,â Sylus murmured into your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver through you despite the warmth of the water.
The light touch of his lips grazed your shoulder, and you felt a surge of heat build inside you. His lips lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin.Â
You tilted your head back to give him better access, your heart quickening as his touch became firmer, more deliberate. The tension between you that had been quietly building suddenly felt undeniable. His hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing gently, and you felt a low moan escape your lips.
"Sylus..." you whispered, your voice breathless, your body instinctively pressing against him. His cock, which you both had been ignoring, now became impossible to dismiss.
He growled softly, lips still brushing your neck. "Iâve missed this," Sylus whispered, his lips brushing your ear, voice deep and full of desire. "But I think it's time we take this somewhere... a little more open."
Without waiting for an answer, he shifted beneath you, his strong arms lifting you out of the water as easily as if you weighed nothing. Water dripped from your skin, splashing back into the tub as he stood, holding you effortlessly in his arms.
"Sylus!" you gasped, gripping his shoulders as he carried you with that familiar, confident grin. He didnât speak and just gave you a knowing look, his eyes dark with intent.
He walked you over to the bathroom counter, the cool surface contrasting the heat radiating from your body. Gently but firmly, Sylus sat you down, your wet skin making contact with the smooth countertop, the chill making you gasp.
Before you could fully adjust to your new position, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands tugging you forward, positioning you exactly how he wanted. His gaze locked onto yours as he parted your plush thighs, his breath hot against your skin.
"I told you, sweetie," he growled, eyes filled with desire. "Your wish is my command."
Your eyes widened at the sight of him on his knees before you. You were breathless, waiting for his next move.
Sylusâs fingers slotted between your folds, moving to spread them open for him. Your pussy was already so wet, and his fingers were soaked in your slick just from opening you up. He pressed a firm kiss against your pretty little clit. His kiss was slow, testing your reaction. Your hips bucked from his kiss. He could tell youâve grown needy for him.Â
âIt seems I'm not taking good care of my wife.â His intense gaze reached yours. His mouth opened, allowing his hot tongue to make contact with your sensitive clit.Â
A moan fell from your lips. You were quickly feeling overwhelmed. The cold counter, your wet skin, his tongue, his eye contact. You couldnât help but close your eyes. There was too much going on.Â
His tongue expertly flicked your clit, and he was messily making out with your cunt. He decided he would spell his name on it. He loved reminding you who you belonged to after your time apart. He moved his index finger, choosing to work your hole while pleasing your clit. His finger stroked your entrance back and forth, dipping inside a bit more each time he made a pass. You moved your hands to grip under your legs, bracing yourself. Your head bent back, resting against the large mirror in the bathroom.Â
He shifted his expert tongue, closing his lips around your clit. Nibbling on your clit lightly, dragging your attention back to him. Itâs almost like he was punishing you for looking away from him.Â
âEyes on me, Kitten,â Sylus said, his words sending vibrations straight into your clit, as he pushed his larger finger into you. Beginning to stroke your insides, he found that little sensitive button inside you, pressing it firmly, causing you to squirm beneath him, growing heat in your belly. You could feel the heat going to your face at the sight before you.Â
Sylus wantedâneeded all of you, but more than anything, he needed your attention. He has to know that you share his desire.
âYes,â you said breathlessly. You fought to keep your eye on him, even as your pleasure began to build up inside you. The heat of his mouth, his fingers pumping into you expertly, just felt so good.
During the days you spent apart, you counted the hours away. The feeling of his tongue on yours, his body against yours, nothing could compare to what you share with Sylus. The spots are the only ones he knows and can only dare to explore. He blew your mind every time.Â
You shifted one of your hands to grip his white hair. It slotted between your fingers so easily when you tugged it like that. A groan released from his mouth, vibrating your cunt.Â
âIâ oh fuck,â you said suddenly as your hips began to spasm hard against his beautiful face. Your hips lifted at the intensity of the pleasure running through you.
âI know. Come for me, darling,â He purred into you. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out your high. You rode his face, spreading your juices all over him.
Sylus smirked at you. His face was covered in your arousal as you slowly released your grip on his hair. A lazy smile appeared on your face as he stood to kiss you, his hand reaching out, cupping your face sweetly. He kissed you slowly, saving this moment with you. The way he pressed against you sent warmth through your veins.Â
Reluctantly parting his lips from yours, he lifted you off your ass onto your feet.
âTurn around for me, Kitten,â he commanded you sweetly. And you complied, turning around and facing the large mirror before you in the bathroom. You bent over on the counter, the cold granite causing your nipples to harden against it. You rested on your forearms, making eye contact with Sylus in the mirror. He licked his lips, collecting your remaining arousal on his tongue.
And he held that with you, not daring to look away. He took his cock in his hands, his girth heavy in his hands, and he guided himself to your cunt. Gauging your reaction, he rubbed his cock against your slit, and you squirmed a bit, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm.Â
He pushed into you slowly, agonizingly slow. Your eyes were a bit teary as you bit your lip, watching him tease you. You could feel the burn of him stretching you out. Itâd been so long since he fucked you. âdonât tease,â you whined, your lips pouting slightly. You turned back, looking at him directly. âI need you,â you said, your body burning with need.
He kissed you roughly, tilting your head a bit to allow him better access to your lips. At the same time, he sheathed himself fully inside you. A desperate moan fell from your lips, and you tilted your head forward, watching him in the mirror. He took on a slow, deep pace at first, dragging his hips back before pounding back into you.Â
His hands found your lower back, gripping your flesh, bracing himself as he pounded into you. The intensity of his thrusts caused your body to create friction against the counter. Your breast, your stomach, his hands on your backside. It just felt so good.
He thrust into you repeatedly, and you heard the slap of his heavy erection pounding into you. The slap of his balls hit your clit repeatedly as he kept his rhythm. Breaking his eye contact with you, Sylus's eyes trained on where he was pounding into you. Every time he pulled out, your cunt dragged him back in. Begging for him not to pull away. You kept gripping down on him.
He watched as your juices mixed, the white film appearing around the base of his cock. A sly smile appeared on his lips, sending the desire coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, focusing on how you felt around him. Your gummy walls sucked him in, asking for him to stay. You kept gripping his cock so well you couldnât possibly understand what you were doing to him. He could feel every little time you twitched, gripped him, sucked down on him. And the sounds coming from your pretty little mouth were egging him on. Begging him to come in your pretty pussy, and he couldnât resist much longer.Â
You felt yourself involuntarily grip down on Sylus again, and you turned your head to look at him directly, his pretty face, the flush on his cheeks. He was driving you crazy, too. He kept hitting that sensitive spot inside you, his heavy balls slapping your clit over and over. You couldnât help but grip down on him again. You watched his eyebrows furrow as he slightly opened his eyes to look at yours. His eyes squinted as pleasure began to take over his body.Â
âYou feel so good,â he gritted out, his flushed face apparent as you looked at him more closely. The sight is so erotic, a moan released from your lips. You could feel your wetness all over him. Your cunt was dripping at the sight before you.Â
He began to keel over you. Resting a bit on your back as his thrusts became more sloppy. He laid on top of you completely, âYouâll take my come, wonât you, baby?â he whispered in your ear.Â
âYâyes,â you moaned out. His eyes closed as he rutted into you over and over as his ropes of come filled you.Â
Your hands gripped the counter, steadying yourself until his thrusts slowed up a bit. He was losing his pace and becoming sloppy as he finished riding his high.
His breathing was uneven as he rested his weight on your backside. âYouâre always so good for me, Kitten,â he said breathlessly.
He pulled out slowly, trying to keep his seed in you before he got on his knees, and your eyebrows hit your hairline in shock.
âCanât let this escape now, can we?â Sylus said, slight amusement in his voice as he used his fingers to push his release back inside you before he stood up and licked his two fingers clean. He was looking into your eyes using the mirror.
âSylus!â you exclaimed at the sight. Heâd never done that before. It's a true sight to behold.
âWe taste so good together, sweetie,â he remarked casually, causing heat to go to your face as you watched him leave the room.
He returned with a soft towel, wetting the cloth in the sink, furthest from you, so as not to re-wet your now dry skin.Â
He came back over and wiped your excess shared fluids from your cunt, leaving you slightly damp from the wetness of the towel.
At that, you rolled over, sitting on the counter, before tenderly kissing Sylus on his taut lips. âThank you,â you whispered to him. Heâs always so attentive, you thought. He pressed himself flush against you before wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
âLetâs lay down now,â he said, picking you up.Â
You giggled at that. âYes, letâs,â you said with a large smile. You missed this.
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I feel like Sylus and Raf are the most fun to write for. Their stories always have so much banter idk. THIS IS NOT ZAYNE SHADE, that's my man fr.
#sylus#lnds sylus#lads sylus#lad sylus#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus x mc#sylus x you#sylus qin#love and deepspace#i need him#desire that#x reader#sylus smut#lads smut#lnds smut#l&ds smut#sylus x y/n#sylus x reader smut#sylus headcanons#I CANT EXPLAIN THE WAY I CRIED IMAGINING HIM DOING THIS TO ME.....#buckiverse~writes
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- The Forbidden Fruit
Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader
Request- I NEED ARTHUR TO STEAL DUTCHS GIRL AND SHOW HER A REAL MANS LOVING. FILTHY PASSIONATE LOVING. WORK YOUR MAGIC
A/N- I got incredibly carried away with this. Is basically prawn with no plot honestly. And far softer smut than I think you intended it to be but. Here we are. Enjoy.
Warnings- 18+ | implied toxic relationship ( reader is in love with Dutch van der Linde what can you expect here ), smut: affair, Arthur being desperate to please!!!, fingering, oral ( reader receiving ) , unprotected p in v and he accidentally finishes inside oops, like the tiniest amount of cockwarming ( WC-8.9k )
AO3 | Masterlist - requests are open :)
Arthur didnât involve himself in Dutchâs relationships. He stayed polite to whatever young woman he had hanging off his arm at the time, but that was about it. Heâd seen too many girls come and go- usually in floods of tears at being dismissed by the man that had seduced and charmed them into loving him. Just working his way through shiny new plaything to plaything, hiding his unending sorrow for Annabelle under the skirt of some new girl.Â
Unfortunately you were no different.Â
In your defence, he supposed, you had lasted far longer than the rest. The only real exception to that being the famed Annabelle herself. But as was almost inevitable, your time in the honeymoon phase was slowly crumbling down around you.Â
Arthur did wonder if it was simply because of the current stress levels in camp. They had all been on the run for longer than he cared to try and count, but after the mess in Blackwater they had reached new heights of being hunted. It had never been this bad. Nothing had ever gone this wrong. Because before everything had gone to complete shit, heâd actually seemed quite taken with you. In truth Arthur actually had begun to consider the idea that Dutch really did love you. Had finally been able to move on from the weight on his heart of his dead lover.Â
But no.Â
Arthur was observing the same pattern as always, it had just taken far longer with you. And that just seemed to make it all the more cruel.Â
He barely even looked at you most days now. Barely uttered a few words in return to any question you asked.Â
And the arguing was growing ever more fierce. It was practically everyday.Â
Arthur didnât like it. Didnât like the way Dutch treated you. Didnât like the way Dutch was treating anyone lately. But you in particular had never been anything but nice to him, kind. Sweet. Incredibly naive but sweet. To Arthur too. Some of the girls Dutch had strung along had been vile, rude and entitled and stuck up. But you? You were a genuinely nice person it seemed. And maybe that was your greatest flaw, for someone like that did not belong with Dutch Van Der Linde.Â
In fact Arthur had come to like you from a distance. The times he had spoken to you you had been interesting, intelligent. Far cleverer than him and he had always liked that in a woman if he was honest.Â
But still you clung to Dutch. Though your patience with him of late seemed to finally be wearing thin.Â
Dutch had never really been one to be ashamed or afraid of airing his dirty laundry within the gang. Whether that be packing on the PDA in camp in a way that often made Arthur want to vomit up his breakfast, or the even more puke inducing sounds of the two of you making up all night long. So arguing was no exception to that either.Â
And today was no different.Â
â you barely even look at me! Iâm right here! I always have been, Iâve always been such a good girl havenât I? I do as you say. And look at how you repay me! â Arthur sighed as he dropped a stack of bills into the box, successfully recovering yet another of Straussâ debts for him. You were both screaming at each other again, the tent flaps pulled down as if that would over any form of soundproofing. It was the camp's regular ambience now it seemed.Â
He did feel sorry for you, he really did. Youâd left everything you had for Dutch. Some beautiful, intelligent, well spoken girl. Heiress to her daddyâs mining fortune up north, used to the finer things but seeking some adventure. And Dutch had offered you both. Drowned you in jewels and gifts- though unlike the ones you had once owned the ones he gave were not his to give- Shown you off like a shiny new toy on his arm. Expressly informed Miss Grimshaw that you were not to be lifting a finger, that you would not have to earn your keep with chores like the others.Â
You earned your keep by looking beautiful beside him, by boosting his ego with your constant devotion to him, by letting Dutch use you for his own source of pleasure and by the sounds of things- that Arthur truly had no choice but to overhear- not getting very much back in return.Â
â You know I donât think Iâve ever met a more selfish woman in my life! â Arthur sighed and sat down on his cot, debating whether or not to make some attempt to get the sleep he had been planning the entire long journey back to Clemens Point. But his tent was but a stone's throw from Dutchâs.Â
â I have needs too Dutch Van Der Linde!â Everyone else in camp didnât seem to mind it though, most of them preparing to settle in for the night. Whether that be passing out on their bedrolls or drinking by the fire. But Arthur wasnât sure he could put up with another moment of the damn yelling.Â
â oh? You have needs? â Dutchâs voice was condescending. Mocking â I give you everything! You are acting like a spoiled childâ
â a child? A child!? â Arthur stood back up again, deciding heâd fare better trying to sleep on the damn ground rather than next to the likes of you and Dutch. So he headed out towards the edge of camp, hiding himself in the woods by the water. He slumped down against a tree with a heavy sigh and wished heâd thought to pick up a bottle of beer on the way.Â
But it was no matter. He was far enough away that he couldnât hear the fighting anymore, but close enough that if he was needed anyone calling his name would be heard.Â
He looked out across the water, enjoying his rare moment of peace. It was a clear night and a full moon, the reflection bouncing off the water in the most beautiful way. He pulled out his journal and started to sketch it, wishing he could capture its beauty better.Â
â Dutch and the girl were arguing again. Got out of earshot for a bit to try catch some sleep. Thought the water and the moon looked mighty pretty âÂ
He scrawled underneath when he was done, tucking it back into the satchel discarded at his side. Javier's guitar had silenced back in camp now and he figured everyone had gone off to bed. But he was quite content there by the water, so dropped his hat over his face and settled in to try and catch a few hours himself.Â
He was just dozing off when he heard the sound of boots marching quickly through the undergrowth, snapping twigs as they went. And then the soft sound of someone mumbling to themselves. He silently hoped whoever it was would keep well away from him. But the boots grew nearer and came to a halt not so far away. The crackle of a match being lit and a heavy sigh.Â
â thinks he can talk to me like that? Bastard. Bastard he is. Iâm a lady I deserve better than. Than that âÂ
You.Â
He cleared his throat lightly to inform you that he was there, but unfortunately still seemed to startle you.Â
â Christ! Gave me a damn heart attack Arthur â he placed his hat down with his satchel with a sigh and looked up at you. In the light of the moon reflecting off the water he could see your cheeks were tear stained, the glow of the end of your cigarette illuminating your face further and showing your makeup in streaks.Â
He couldnât lie that it made his heart ache for you. He didnât particularly have any solid feelings for you, but he did feel sorry for you. It was hard not to feel sorry for the woman seduced by Dutch.Â
And you truly were a cut above the rest in his opinion. Beautiful as the early morning sun and, when you werenât screaming at Dutch, as kind and warm as it too. But maybe that was fitting. Because much like the sun you could bask people in warmth, but burn them too. Beautiful and bright but scalding and he found he couldnât look at you for too long, no matter how many times he wanted too. Simply blinding his eyes with your flaming beauty and having to turn away.Â
But maybe he was just getting caught up in his metaphors.Â
â shouldnât be out this far from camp â you simply shrugged, taking another drag of your cigarette â ainât no one nice lingerinâ in woods at night missâ even if no Lemoyne raiders were sneaking around the trees, there were plenty of species of wildlife that would happily do a number on you. Chew off a leg or bite you with poison fangs. You didnât know how to take care of yourself. You couldnât handle a gun, didnât have a single survival instinct in you.Â
Dutch had quite made sure of that, heâd heard you ask once or twice. And had been denied. Charming you with some string of words about how you were far too delicate to be handling a gun. To leave it for the men.Â
â youâre lingering in the woods arenât you Mr Morgan? â he chuckled and shrugged.Â
â and I ainât that nice. Point proven lady âÂ
â not like Dutch would care if someone took me anyway. Heâd probably be thankful â your voice was hoarse from the shouting and he couldnât tell if you were going to cry again or not. You took a long drag of your cigarette before seeming to suddenly remember something, dipping your hand into the waistband of your skirt and pulling out a pack â sorry my manners. Want one? â he took one with a nod of thanks â can I sit? â
You sat down carefully beside him then with a long sigh, tucking your legs beneath you, and leant forward so he could light the cigarette between his lips with the end of yours.Â
â thanks â you both sat quietly for a short while. Smoking and watching the ripples in the water. He didnât mind it actually, as much as he had been slightly annoyed at you disturbing his attempt to sleep. You were decent company.Â
You rarely strayed from Dutchâs side, but on the odd occasion you had and Arthur had stumbled upon you having a moment to yourself at the edge of camp it had been quite nice. So he didnât mind sitting there with you, company. For you both.Â
â I think youâre nice. By the way â you said to break the silence, refrenching his previous comment of bad men lingering in the woods.Â
â No offense to you Miss, but youâre in love with old Dutch. I donât think youâre particularly qualified to be sayinâ whether folk is nice or not â he said it teasingly in some hopes of making you smile. And it did. A little.Â
â maybe not â he watched you bring your cigarette to your lips again, glancing at your hands. Nails perfectly trimmed and not a single speck of dirt or sign of a scar. Hands that had never had to lift a finger. Ever. It was an interesting contrast to his own. Calloused and scarred and bruised â but Dutch he⊠heâŠCan I ask you something? âÂ
â Sure â he said and flicked his cigarette away.Â
â Do you think Iâm beautiful Arthur? â you asked meekly. Your face was sad. Lingering innocence yet to be wiped away by life somehow, the kind that only remained because you had lived a life so sheltered. Even with Dutch you were as sheltered as could be â and donât lie. Please â
â I think youâre beautiful, sure â you turned back to the water again, tossing your own cigarette before promptly lighting another.Â
â Dutch doesnât. Not anymore. Barely even looks at me â Arthur ran a hand over his face, not entirely sure what he was supposed to say to you in the situation. At all â I know I know I donât expect you to agree. You two youâreâŠyouâre like two peas in a pod arenât you? â you said with a small laugh, but it held no humour. You took a long drag of your cigarette.Â
â me and Dutch itâs⊠we go back a long way. But⊠I will agree the way heâs been treatinâ you. Ain't nice. Not when you done nothinâ but be loyal to him for so long â you turned back to him again and gave a small smile. It was like a wave of relief had washed right over you.Â
Someone was finally listening.Â
â I think heâs got his eyes on Mary-Beth â you mumbled, red stained lips wrapping around your cigarette again. Much like how he had found himself admiring your hands he now found himself admiring your lips. Soft and plump and stained red in the way they often were.Â
He blamed it on his fatigue.Â
â heâd be a fool to give you up. Youâre kind, loyal, hell you might jusâ be the most beautiful woman I know. Heâs in a weird place right now. Heâll snap outta it, be back to readinâ you Evelyn Miller in no time. Youâll see â maybe the last part wasnât entirely true. But the first part was. And you seemed to bask in his compliments. He wondered when the last time Dutch had said something nice to you had actually been.Â
â Thank you â you looked as though you might cry again. And he really hoped you wouldnât. He didnât like to see you cry. And he really wouldnât know what to say to you then. Once again you turned your attention back to the water and gave a small sigh â maybe I chose the wrong outlaw â you said with a small laugh â always have thought you were quite handsome âÂ
He nearly choked on his own saliva, clearing his throat in hopes to pass it out smoothly. He didnât know if it had worked.Â
â Really? âÂ
â Hmm â you mused, tilting your head inquisitively to the side â but you were oh so hung up on that Mary girl when I found Dutchâ
â Yeah well. Mary sheâs- thatâs all done with now â maybe Mary was the reason he seemed to sympathise with you so. Because he too had had a broken heart. Though he was sure his was not as brutal as yours.Â
â Guess we both have bad taste donât we Mr Morgan â he chuckled and nodded.Â
â That we do miss. That we do â he placed a gentle hand to your shoulder and squeezed in some form of comfort â donât worry bout Dutch though. Really. Heâll come to his senses and ifâŠif he donât then. Any man would be lucky to have ya â you sniffled and he figured youâd started crying again â I didnât mean to upset- â
â No. No Iâm fine. Itâs justâŠyou mean it all donât you? All these kind words? â he shrugged and then nodded.Â
â Sure I do. Youâre a beautiful woman. Inside an out â something seemed to flash across your face, a million and one things whirring away behind your eyes. Heâd never been that good at reading people, never one for knowing what people were thinking. And the look on your face was the most confusing heâd ever seen.Â
The next part happened far too quickly for him to process it. Maybe because he was tired, maybe because he truly hadnât even slightly suspected you to do it. You flicked away the butt of your cigarette and leaned forward, one hand to his leg and the other to his neck. And kissed him.Â
He was taken aback and you pulled away before he could make any attempt to figure out what youâd just done.Â
â Sorry â you sighed in slight annoyance, seemingly at yourself, sitting back beside him again. Like it was no big deal. Just something that had happened and had no real consequence â shit- sorry â Arthur scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged with a small laugh. Attempting to play it as cool as you clearly were.Â
Maybe heâd finally cracked and entered some weird fatigue induced psychosis, hallucinations and hearing voices. And kissing Dutchâs woman.Â
â Sâokay. No harm done â he was bewildered. Trying to process the last 30 seconds and coming up completely blank.Â
â Just the way you talk about me I- Lord forgive me â he was certain he must have looked half dense. Still completely confused at what on earth was happening with you. And maybe, just maybe, a tiny bit flustered at having a woman like you kiss him. Even if you were begging the Lord for forgiveness right after it â no oneâs spoken to me like that in a long time andâŠand I wish they had. I want to be told Iâm beautiful again. I want to be kissed. I want I wantâŠI want a lot of things âÂ
Maybe Arthur was a stupid, idiotic fool. Maybe too many gunshot wounds and bumps to the head had finally caught up to him. Maybe he too wanted to act on his ever growing annoyance with how Dutch was behaving. But he found himself reaching out, fingers tucking under your chin to turn your face to look at him. Your eyes were so beautiful up close. Practically sparkling in the moonlight.
Oh he was such a fool.Â
â couldâa jusâ asked â a small smile tugged at your lips and you laughed a little.Â
â Yeah. Of course. Because youâd have said yes Arthur? â he shrugged. He didnât know if he wouldâve actually. But now the thought was in his head â alright â you whispered and shuffled a little closer to him â indulge me âÂ
His thumb was absentmindedly brushing over your jaw, looking at you in the light of the moon and wondering how on earth Dutch wasnât constantly begging for your attention. If he had a woman like you constantly hanging off his every word he wouldnât know how to act. Would be like a mangy dog trailing around after you for food. Â
â I mightâve â you gave a roll of your eyes but you were smiling still, a beautiful, tempting smile.
You were a temptress. A siren. Luring him in with your beauty to do something terrible. And you were vulnerable. Sad and seeking appreciation. And he was truly debating it.Â
â WellâŠâ you started quietly, looking up at him through your long lashes in a way that made his chest go tight â there is⊠still time for you to say yes âÂ
â we ainât gonna tell no one bout this yâhear? This itâs⊠itâs jusâ between me and you. Okay? â your eyebrows furrowed for a second looking up at him intently, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If he was serious. He wasnât entirely sure himself, needed you to agree or disagree to put the thought to rest. His thumb continued to brush along your jaw tenderly and your eyes fell closed for a moment.Â
How long had it been since someone had touched you with such care? That something as simple as that seemed to mean so much to you.Â
â I understand â you whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips again. He pulled you in close, barely an inch between your lips and then spoke again â youâll give me what I want? Donât treat me like him âÂ
â Anythinâ ya want. You got it. Iâll give ya what you deserve â you let a shuddering breath escape and gave a small nod before closing the gap between you both again.Â
He hadnât kissed anyone in a while, but he sure found his footing quickly. You kissed him like he was your source of air, climbing your way into his lap and slipping your hands into his hair. You tasted of cigarette smoke and something almost sweet. Whatever it was, it was an intoxicating mix. You were like a siren singing your call in his ear, drawing him in and taking him for your own. The weight of you in his lap was almost familiar, welcoming. Just⊠nice.Â
He had almost forgotten just how fun it was to kiss a woman. How so many men seemed to shun it as boring, pointless- Dutch obviously included. But Arthur had always loved it. Had spent many a night as a youngster sneaking his way into Maryâs room just to kiss her. To spend hours kissing and talking and kissing some more.Â
Kissing you was something else. Addictive. Intoxicating.Â
Eventually he had to pull away, his lungs screaming at him for air. Your hands slipped out from his hair and down to grasp at the collar of his shirt, resting your forehead on his.Â
â Anything I want you say? â you asked quietly, breathless.Â
â Anythinâ â you smiled and lifted your head, a quiet determination settling over you. Your lipstick had smeared and he wondered how much of it was now on his own face.Â
â okay⊠undress me then â you softly commanded, shifting slightly in his lap â please. Dutch never- he makes me do it myself, barely even looks I- Please âÂ
He almost laughed to himself about now he immediately thought getting you naked was entirely too risky. As if the entire situation alone wasnât risky anyway. But he didnât want to think too hard about that, instead simply channelled his recent annoyance towards Dutch into his actions. Tried to tell himself he was doing a good thing, taking care of you.Â
You watched his face carefully as he gently untucked your shirt from where it was tucked into your skirt, some silky soft thing that probably cost more than everything he owned in his clothing trunk put together. He undid every pearl button slowly, eyes darting up to your face as he did. Your chest was heaving in long, heavy breaths. You were nervous. Or excited. He couldnât tell which.Â
You shivered lightly when he pushed it from your shoulders, now only the soft cotton of your chemise between his hands and your chest. Your nipples had hardened, from the slight night chill or lust he couldnât say. But he found himself unable to resist the sight, leaning forward and capturing one between his lips through the cotton. You gasped softly, a sound so beautiful it made him groan. You sounded delicate. Innocent. Youâd never made such sounds when heâd overheard you with Dutch. In fact a majority of the time you almost sounded in pain.Â
But this sound wasnât that. This sound was beautiful. And he wanted to hear more. One hand pushed at your back to bring you closer, the other palmed at your neglected breast in hopes youâd make the sound again. And you did. Gentle, soft gasps as his tongue dampened the material of your chemise, teeth tugging at you gently through the material. Your hand found his hair again, raking your fingers through it and arching your back into his touch.Â
He couldnât imagine why Dutch had never wanted to do such a thing. How could he not want to hear you make those pretty pretty sounds? How could he not want to feel you writhing in his lap and yearning to be touched. Maybe Dutch was more of a fool than he had originally thought.Â
â Need you to touch me- properly I- take this off â your sentence was choppy, like you werenât focussed enough to truly articulate the words you wanted to say. But he understood, pulling your chemise over your head and dropping it to land with your shirt.Â
He took a moment just to look at you, not even entirely because he knew youâd want him to. Just because he wanted to. Heâd be a liar if he said he hadnât wondered what was hiding under your expensive clothes once or twice. How could he not when he had to try sleep through the sounds of you and Dutch of a night.Â
â God damn â he said softly, hands soothing over your waist as you basked in his admiring stare, taking in the feeling of finally being looked at. Properly.Â
â like what you see Mr Morgan â you asked, voice sultry and low in a way that made his cock twitch in his pants.Â
â Dutch is a damn fool â is all he could say, leaning forward to kiss you again, his hands moving to grab at your chest. You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed and massaged your breasts with his large hands, seizing the opportunity to dip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. Your fingers in his hair, twisting strands around your fingers and tugging lightly. He felt like he was on cloud nine. Certain heâd somehow taken a stumble through the veil and ended up at heaven's gates.Â
He wasnât a particularly religious man, but the way he was prepared to worship and praise you could truly be considered blasphemous.Â
He couldnât resist the temptation of getting his mouth on you again much longer, dragging his lips from yours and wrapping them around a pebbled nipple instead. You rolled your hips against him, those beautiful soft moans still falling past your lips. This was what you had wanted from him. To be worshipped. To be looked at as the beautiful temptress of a woman you were. And not merely glanced at and then used like some two dollar whore in a saloon.Â
He wanted to nip at your skin, bite and soothe it with his tongue. But he knew he couldnât. Couldnât risk Dutch seeing it if he felt the need to stop ignoring you for a short while for his own needs. But oh how he wanted to. To mark up your smooth skin with reminders that you were desired. That you could look at as they faded and be reminded that you were wanted.Â
â I need more â you whispered â Arthur please. Give me more â another roll of your hips followed by a small whimper told him enough.Â
â I know I got ya â he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses up your sternum and your neck. Nose brushing at the underside of your jaw and working his way back to your lips again â stand up. Lemme get you out of these damn clothes â he caught the smile on your face as you stood up, he stayed seated and ran his hands over the fabric covering your hips. Something seemed to blaze in your eyes as you looked down on him. He realised it was most probably you that was usually being leered down on, but not now.Â
Not with him. Not with Arthur. Arthur looked up at you like the goddess you were, looked up at you with what he knew was a silent pleading in his eyes. Dutch would never ask he knew it. Dutch took. Stole. Used. Arthur didnât. Wouldnât.Â
â I like how you look at me â you said quietly, hand soothing over his hair â you make me feel beautiful â
â Cause yâare â he murmured, hands reaching to the ties of your skirt. He wanted to see more. Wanted to see all of you.Â
You helped him with the slightly tedious task of getting your skirts and undergarments off, but all so slowly. Taking his time. Making sure he appreciated every single layer of clothing you removed for him, right down to unlacing your boots and holding your leg gently to help you out of them. Until you stood there as naked as the day you were born, illuminated by the moonlight on the water.Â
â well ainât you a sight â
Your skin was so smooth. Soft. Not a single scar that he could see. The skin of a woman who had never had to lift a finger. Had never known the hardships that he had. The only true blemish on your skin was the almost completely faded bruises on your hips. Fingertips. Dutch.Â
He soothed his hands up your legs, pressing soft kisses to the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he went, and stopped as he reached them.Â
â He can be a little rough. Itâs how he likes it â you answered before he could even ask. Arthur too had been known to have his rougher moments. But he could never hurt you. Never mark you in anyway other than that of affection and care.Â
â I ainât like that âÂ
â I know. Thatâs why I want you â he pulled you back down into his lap, his large hands splaying over your hips as he took yet another moment just to look. To admire. To thank whatever stupid damn God may exist for placing such a heavenly body in his presence â I feel a little like the odd one out here though â you said with a small smile, tracing a finger down from the open top buttons of his shirt to his pants.Â
Heâd been far too occupied with you to even really notice the fact that he was ridiculously overdressed in comparison.Â
â Canât have that now can we darlinâ â your smile grew and you made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders with a gentle sigh. You ran your fingers through the hair on his chest, nails scratching lightly at his skin and peppering lipstick stained kisses as you went. Littering his collarbones, his sternum.
â much better â your hands kept roaming and your lips kept kissing. Hands seemingly wanting to touch him all, scratching lightly up his sides and over his waist, his stomach and his ribs. Slowly moving to slide over his shoulders and loop around his neck. You rolled your hips against him again and whined softly. He was so hard it was growing painful as he stayed restrained by his pants. But he wasnât selfish. Not like Dutch. And he wasnât about to seek out any form of pleasure himself until he had you seeing the stars you deserved.Â
â tell me what yâwant â he murmured, peppering soft kisses across your jaw.Â
â touch me â you sighed blissfully â please touch me âÂ
His hand slipped down in between your bodies, brushing past the soft curls between your legs and couldnât contain the groan of a sound that left him when he felt how warm and wet you were.Â
â Christ â he muttered as your head dropped to his shoulder with a shuddering breath â he ever touch you like this? â he asked lowly, already knowing the answer. Why would he? He didnât get anything out of it.Â
But Arthur did. Oh Arthur did.Â
â no â you whispered â no neverâŠplease. More â he tested the waters, pressing lightly against your clit and revelling in the squeak of a sound that it caused you to make.Â
â or like this? " You shook your head again, breathing shakily as he dragged his finger through the wetness and drew light circles around your entrance.Â
â Arthur â you moaned his name in the most delicious way as he pushed his finger inside, burying it to the knuckleÂ
â yeah and what about this darlin? â he again knew the answer. Dutch didnât care about your pleasure. Didnât care about wasting time on something as simple as making you whimper and whine for more â he touch you like this? âÂ
â no âÂ
â think ya can take one more for me? â you nodded again and he withdrew his finger, gathering your slick on his other before pushing them both past the resistance of your entrance â thatâa girl â he pumped his fingers in and out steadily, curling and probing at your velvety soft walls to test what you liked.Â
â This is so⊠oh god. This isnât proper at all â you laughed slightly, melting into a soft moan. Arthur chuckled, lifting your face up so youâd look at him.Â
â Ainât proper at all? Itâs damn right filthy darlinâ your cheeks were aflame and you closed your eyes for a moment, grinding yourself against his hand â look at ya. Drippin all over ma fingers like that. Ainât proper. Not one bit â you smiled, a cheeky, devious smile that made him lean forward and kiss you again.Â
You were so wet it was obscene. He couldnât tell where the sounds of you kissing stopped and the sopping sounds of his fingers began. You continued to grind down against his palm, practically riding his fingers, his whole hand wet and sticky with you.Â
And he wanted to taste it. To taste you. To flood his mouth with the slick, liquid gold covering his fingers. It was an almost primal desire, like a desperation as strong as needing air. He needed to. He had to.Â
â Darlinâ â he murmured, lifting your head from where it had fallen to his neck again â gotta let me taste you. You gotta â the look on your face only made him want it more. Your skin flushed and eyes blown out with nothing but pure lust and desire. Heâd never needed anything more. Nothing else mattered, not the painful hardness in his pants, not the realisation that you were very much Dutchâs girl. He didnât care about any of that. He just needed to be between your thighs.Â
â really? No oneâs ever- oh god. Yes. Yes. Please Arthur â he withdrew his fingers making you whimper and quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and lay it down on the ground. Then he kissed you again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently turning you to lay back on the shirt. It still couldnât have been particularly comfortable. But you didnât seem to mind, tugging at his hair and lifting your hips up against him as he hovered over you.Â
He took his time moving down. Leaving a long and slow trail of hot, wet, kisses on your skin. You writhed underneath him, whining softly and twisting your hands in his shirt underneath you. He took extra time with your thighs. Kissing up from the inside of your knee and stopping before he could place his mouth where he really wanted to, then repeating with the other.Â
â Arthur â you whined, still squirming around and desperate.Â
â I know. I got ya. Gonna make those pretty sounds for me again yeah? "You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch him as his head sank lower, spreading your legs wider to give him full access to the centre of you â thatâs a good girl â he spread you open with his fingers, in awe of the way you parted for him. Like petals on a flower, dripping with the morning dew.Â
But you were far more delectable. A forbidden fruit begging to be tasted.Â
And oh was it pretty. Even in the dark, in nothing but the light of the moon on the water, it was pretty. Begging to be tasted, touched. Admired.Â
The sound you made as he dragged his tongue from your weeping hole to your clit was like music to his ears. He didnât know how he managed to not come in his pants just at the sound of it.Â
You still kept it quiet, but loud enough for him.Â
His own, deep, guttural moan escaped from his chest as he licked again. Your taste flooding his mouth in a way so so much better than he couldâve imagined.Â
He ate you like he was starved. Like a savage predator that hadnât seen meat for days, like a man ready for the gallows enjoying his last meal. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs apart for him as you bucked and squirmed against his face. It was visceral. Carnal. You made him feel like his grip on his own composure and control was weaker than ever, that he was holding on to it with nothing but his fingertips.Â
â Arthur â he dipped his tongue into the welcoming warmth of your cunt, his eyes falling closed for a moment as he felt you clench around him, desperate for more. Desperate for him. And he would give you more, would give you anything you asked of him. But not until he made you come first.Â
He let go of one of your legs and brought his fingers back to their previous position, wanting to feel you again. To be inside of you, as close as he could get. To make you see stars.Â
The flat of his tongue found your clit again, certain he could feel you pulsing against him. Desperate and full of desire for him. He felt honoured, privileged. That you were so loyal to Dutch, glued to his side. Never even batting an eye at anyone else. And yet you had broken that for him. Had sought him out because you knew he would treat you well.Â
Your back arched off the ground as he sunk them back into you, slipping in with a welcome ease. His thick fingers pumped into you at a steady pace, his tongue diverting all its attention to your clit. Lapping and sucking and letting you press his face harder against you as you tugged on his hair.Â
â donât stop please dont- Arthur â he had no intentions of stopping, none at all. In fact he simply honed in on his ministrations, working harder to push you closer and closer to the edge of the orgasm he knew you had been craving for weeks.Â
â Not gonna stop darlin. Ainât stopping until you come for me. Taste so good, so good â he murmured against you, curling his fingers and hitting a spot that made you gasp and your body shudder â there we go, right there âÂ
He flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, looking at you as best he could to gauge your reaction. You were pulling a little painfully at his hair, squirming and rolling your hips against his face. He let you do it. Let you be the one using a man for your pleasure, rather than being the one used for once.Â
Your sounds were sinful. Melodic. He took it all in. Basked in the noises you made for him, the delicious taste of you on his tongue, drunk on you. On your taste. Your smell.Â
â Arthur- Arthur please I- â you babbled, a slightly smug smile working its way onto his face as he watched your prim and proper facade melt away â donât stop âÂ
He hummed an assurance that he wouldnât, your hips bucking against his face as he did. You were so unbelievably wet, dripping out around his fingers and soaking the hair of his beard. He would never have thought it of you. The way you held yourself around camp, so poised and prim. The accent when you spoke that made everyone else around you sound so common. And yet there you were. On your back in the woods, chasing an orgasm being offered to you by an outlaw. Repeating his name like a mantra.Â
And not even that of the outlaw you were in love with.
â Arthur- â
Only seconds later it happened. You held a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit you, muffling your choked moans, back arching off the ground and walls clamping down on his fingers as he worked you through it. Tongue still working diligently at your clit until you pushed your hand at his head, squirming away a little.Â
He almost didnât want to stop. Couldâve happily stayed there a while longer, but moved back, an obscene wet sound in the late night silence as he withdrew his fingers.Â
He took his fingers to his mouth, sucking the remnants of your climax onto his tongue. Unable to control himself. You watched him do it, mouth slightly agape and eyes half open with some desperate undeniable look of utter desire. He could almost see the way it made you feel, could see you unable to contain the overwhelming feeling of realising you were desired. Wanted.Â
â God. You are unbelievable â you whispered, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and grabbing at his arm. Your fingers looped around his wrist and tugged his hand towards your own mouth. He shook his head with a chuckle, slightly in awe as you took those same two fingers between your red lips.Â
Your tongue swirled between his digits, plush lips wrapping around them and sucking. Your eyes locked on his as you did. It made his cock ache. He wanted your lips on him, wanted your tongue swirling around his length and milking him dry. He could imagine it if he thought hard enough. The way you hummed slightly in appreciation as you sucked his fingers clean, sent vibrations straight through his bones. Rattling him to the core. But he would never ask that of you. But the thought was one he would hold onto. It made him shift slightly.Â
â you ainât so prim and proper lady â he murmured as he withdrew his fingers, a string of saliva connecting his fingertips and your lips â This ainât very proper of you miss â Arthur said with a small smile, teasing â rollinâ around in the dirt with the likes of me âÂ
â Oh to hell with being proper if it means I get to feel like this â you said with a small laugh and he kissed you again for what felt like the millionth time. He wondered if you could taste yourself on his lips, smell the heady delicious smell of you on his beard.
He wouldâve been more than happy to leave it at that. No matter how badly he wanted to sheath himself inside you and stay there for eternity. His goal had been your pleasure and he had achieved it.Â
But as he kissed you your hands began working at the buckle of his gun belt, opening it with a skilled ease that made him pull back.Â
â Darlinâ you ainât gotta do that- â
â shush â you pushed at him lightly so you could sit up and went to work on the buttons on his pants next â I want to. I- Arthur take them off â he made far quicker work of his own clothes than he had of yours and you leant back on your elbows to watch him.Â
You looked like a pinup girl. Like something heâd seen drawn come to life. Your eyes seemed hungry as you looked at him, dragging down his body and lingering on his rock hard cock. He was practically throbbing with want, the tip an angry shade of pink and leaking precum slightly embarrassingly â come here. Please. Back down here âÂ
He did as he was asked, crawling back over your body as you eyed him greedily.Â
â We really donâtâŠI mean, If yâdonât wanna- â his words stuck in his throat as your fingers wrapped around the length of him with a small sigh.Â
â I want you to I justâŠcan I ask one thing? â he couldnât get the word yes to escape his mouth, your fingers squeezing him softly in a way that made him see flashes of white in his vision. So he simply nodded â donât fuck me. Dutch fucks me, make love to me â you seemed a little embarrassed at the request. But he didnât think it was embarrassing. In fact he had had no plans to use you as brutally as Dutch. He was almost a little offended you thought he might.Â
â Told you, anythinâ you want. You got it â you smiled softly and pressed another kiss to his lips before laying back down again. He positioned himself over you, caging your head in between his arms. And it truly was incredibly intimate. He wondered when the last time you had had such intimacy was. If youâd ever received such a thing from Dutch.Â
He spat on his hand and grabbed a hold of his sensitive cock, stroking himself a couple of times to get himself slick. Not that he really needed to, you were already wetter than heâd ever known a woman to be. But the last thing he wanted was your discomfort. He lined himself up with you, eyes trained on your face as he dragged his weeping tip between your folds. You gasped as he caught your clit, still sensitive and alert from your first orgasm.Â
â Arthur please â you whimpered rolling your hips up against him, so desperate to have him inside of you.Â
â So God damn wet for me â he murmured â such a good girl ainât ya? â you whined in answer, fingers wrapping around what you could of his bicep and digging your perfectly trimmed nails into his skin â gonna make you feel so good I promise darlinâ jusâ like you deserve yeah? â you whispered out a yes and brought your other hand to the back of his neck. He couldnât tear his eyes away from you, still running his cock along the length of your slit. Teasing.Â
â Keep looking at me. Please look at me Arthur â he continued to do as asked. Again. Though his eyes had barely strayed from your face anyway â I need you so badly â Eyes locked on yours, he finally pushed into you, he took it slow. Letting you take it inch by inch, watching the look of ecstasy wash over your face. Your eyes fell closed.Â
He fought to retain his own composure, overwhelmed by the tight, wet, warmth of your walls enveloping him. He could feel every unique ridge and bump that made your cunt oh so perfect, feel every muscle stretch and contract as you adjusted to him.Â
â god- oh god âÂ
â shh shh easy there. I got ya â he paused once he was seated inside of you, grabbing at your hip with one hand to angle your hips better. Allowing you to comfortably take all of him in. He waited, let you adjust to his size, not daring to move before he got the go ahead from you â there you go, look at you, takinâ all of me like that. So good fâme â you basked in his praise, a dopey kind of smile spreading across your face.
â so much bigger than him â you whispered with a small laugh and Arthur couldnât help the smug smile on his face. Kissing you and touching you and making you come on his tongue had been one thing. But having you like this? Having his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, so unbelievably close together. And to then be told that? To know he was about to do you better than Dutch ever had. Ever could. It felt like the biggest fuck you to the man that had been not only mistreating him of late, but also the goddess of a woman beneath him â Iâm good. You can move. Please move âÂ
He didnât need telling twice. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in in one smooth motion. The pace he fell into was just as youâd asked. Loving. Tender. But hard and deep, making sure his hips were flush with yours with every stroke. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulled his face back down to kiss him again.Â
If anyone had spotted you theyâd have easily mistaken you both for a lovesick couple having a private moment to yourselves. The entire thing intimate and passionate. No one would assume it was an affair in motion, hidden away in the woods by the shoreline in fear of your lover finding the pair of you there.Â
But it was what you wanted. What you had needed. And he felt privileged to provide.Â
He pulled back from your lips to watch you again, enthralled by the way your face relaxed and twisted in the pleasure he was providing you. You continued to spill those angelic sounds from your throat, growing breathier and higher pitch as he continued to drag his cock against the sopping, sensitive heat of your cunt. He had to focus hard not to finish in seconds. So much build up paired with being practically celibate for months was truly doing him no favours, but he focussed. He wasnât letting this end until you came once more. You deserved it.Â
â Keep those pretty eyes on me â he murmured as they fell closed again â thatâs it darlinâ, look at me there ya go â everytime he spoke the slightest word of praise you practically beamed, so desperate to hear it. To be told you were good. Beautiful. So different to Dutch constantly yelling at you about how annoying you were, how much your mere presence bothered him these days. So he kept it up.Â
â Doinâ so well for me. This pussy itâs perfect, ainât that right? Câmon tell me â he urged, still fighting off his ever looming orgasm. The sounds alone was enough to make him want to burst. Sweat slicked skin on skin, the wet sounds of your cunt dripping around the swollen intrusion of him. And those sweet sweet moans of yours.Â
â yes â you whimpered â itâs perfect âÂ
â Thatâs a good girl â he increased his pace ever so slightly and your hands slipped from his arms to his back, dragging your nails down him to try to pull him impossibly closer to you.Â
He moved a hand down between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, grunting and choking back his own moans as you squeezed him. Like your body never wanted him to leave, gripping his cock with your cunt and making it ever more harder to hold back. He couldnât help but have a look, glancing down to see the way you stretched around him, mesmerised at the way you took him in so deep.Â
â tell me I- oh. Tell me Iâm beautiful â you whimpered, sounding almost like you might cry. From pleasure, from upset. He didnât know. But he continued to do as asked.Â
â youâre beautiful â he murmured picking up his pace a little more, his sweat slick skin slapping against yours. He was desperate to see you come again. Wanted to see your face up close this time, watch your eyes roll back and your kiss swollen lips part in ecstasy â so beautiful darlin. Doinâ so well fâme, takinâ me so well âÂ
â donât stop, don't stop â he dropped his head to your neck whispering every word of praise he could think of into your ear, your body arching up against his and whimpering and whining with every word.Â
â ainât ever looked prettier than this â he whispered, his own voice becoming breathless with the effort â shit- look at ya, takinâ my cock so well. So pretty darlinâ âÂ
Your second orgasm seemed to shock you as much as him, clawing at his skin to hold him close as your body trembled beneath him, biting at his shoulder to muffle your moans.Â
He didnât mean to finish inside of you, had fully intended to pull out. But the way your cunt had squeezed him, the sounds you had made as he pushed you over the edge for the second time.
He muffled his own groan of pleasure in your neck, fingers digging into the dry earth beneath you, spilling load after load whilst fully sheathed inside of you. His entire body tensed, a pleasure he hadnât felt in an incredibly long time. His heart was hammering in his chest, blood rushing loudly in his ears as it seemed to drag on forever.Â
And then he came to his senses.Â
â mâsorry. Shit. Sorry â he panted as he tried to compose himself and pushed himself up onto his hands to pull out. But you yanked him back down, arms wrapping around his back again and legs tightening around his waist.Â
â no. Please. Stay. Stay right there. Just a moment would you â he had come to realise in the past.. how long had you two even been out there? However long it was, heâd come to realise he was terrible at saying no to you. Could never possibly even dream to deny you of anything you wanted from him. And so he slumped back down onto his forearms, dropping his head against your shoulder for a moment. Your chest heaved beneath him and you caught your breath, fingers tracing gentle strokes along his spine. He felt he could stay there for hours.Â
â You doinâ okay? â he asked, pressing a light kiss to your jaw when he had composed himself a little more.Â
â marvellous Mr Morgan â you whispered with a small smile â truly. Marvellous â he couldnât help but kiss you again, the long lingering kind meant for two lovers.Â
After a few minutes you both finally moved, re dressing in silence and then sitting back in your original position against the tree. He handed you a cigarette, lighting it and placing it between your lips.Â
He wondered what he looked like. Wondered what evidence you had left on him. Had he sweated off the lipstick prints on his chest or were they still there? He knew you had scratched his back up good and proper and would have that reminder there for a few days at least.Â
â Thank you. Mr Morgan '' you said quietly after a few silent moments of smoking, blowing out a long stream of smoke â I mean it I- i'm not sure what Iâm supposed to say âÂ
â Donât say anythinâ â he said with a small wave of his hand, appearing as blaise as he possibly could but in reality knowing he wasnât about to forget that night anytime soon â its fine. Really. Anytime yâneed me, for anythinâ, you know where Iâll be â you smiled and he watched your body relax a little more.Â
â you know, i might just take you up on that âÂ
He sincerely hoped you would.Â
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ⶠâ LOVE AND MERCY !
summary: you're more stubborn than the apocalypse. eric is the personification of a sad, wet dog. your world's collide when the world as you know it ends. (6.3k)
pairing: eric (a quiet place day one) / f!reader
contents: strangers to friends to lovers, a couple of losers in love, apocalyptic setting, angst, hurt/comfort cw for mentions of grief and anxiety, brief mentions of injuries, and smut 18+
You wake up that morning in a bed that is not yours, in a room that does not belong to you, in an abandoned cabin you turned into a safe house three weeks ago.
Everything around you is foreign. Including the world outside these rotted walls, which turned entirely on its head in a blink. A blink that somehow turned into three months gone.
The only thing familiar to you now is the stranger lying in the bed beside you â on the right side that he has wordlessly claimed as his own. Before Eric was a guy you shared beds with, he was a guy you found in the rain. A boy with big, wet, puppy dog eyes who followed you like a stray after the world fell.
That was all he was to you for a month straight. A burden. Deadweight. An ever-anxious being that had nearly gotten you killed more times than you could count. You never saw him any differently until you almost died â a certain death involving you, an old beartrap, several aliens with uber-sensitive hearing, and a stupid boy who was too dumb to leave you behind.Â
âI canât leave you,â Eric blubbered through tears, whimpering in faint whispers so the blind monsters wouldnât hear. âI wonât.â
âThen you wonât make it at all, you idiot,â you spat through gritted teeth, eyes wide and stern and glittering. You wouldnât let yourself cry, not even with your leg all but torn to shreds, but Ericâs sudden stubbornness scared you. Why now? Of all times? you thought to yourself, Why does he have to be so stubborn now?
âI wouldnât want to,â Eric promised, bloodied hands trembling where they gripped your arms. âI wouldnât want to make it without you.â
That was a month or so ago, but you carry the horrors of that day still.Â
In the vivid nightmares that rattle your bones. In the marred skin of your ankle, hidden beneath bandages, slowly healing with each passing day. And in the strange boy with puppy dog eyes who still hasnât left your side.
Let me check your leg, Eric scribbles on a notepad.Â
His handwriting is slanted and small and hardly legible â fitting for a man whose mind is always racing faster than he can keep up.Â
The marker is fading slowly, too, dying from excessive use because the majority of your conversations are spoken through written words on a page. Youâve gone through a notebook or three already.
You snatch the notepad from his grip to write a response of your own. Eric peels the tattered blanket from your body to survey the gauze around your ankle. He peeks beneath the bandage, and his chest pinches at the sight â not because of his sensitive stomach, but because of the harsh reminder of the day he almost lost you.
The paper swishes faintly when you turn the notebook back to him. Okay, Dr. Eric :P, youâve written in sloppy cursive. The boy grins at the mischievous look in your eyes.
âThatâs Doctor Eric Esquire to you,â he corrects in a whisper that makes his accent sound more posh than usual. He smooths the gauze back into place with a gentle hand and says, âYouâre healing fine, I think. Iâll have to go out and scavenge for more bandages soon, but these should last for anotherâŠâ
The sounds of your rapid scribbling fill the quiet cabin. Eric trails off in wait, wide eyes darting from the marker in your hand to the pinched look of concentration on your face.Â
He sees a strange sort of giddiness sparking in your otherwise serious features that makes him fearful. Intrigued, yes, but still distantly fearful. All your ideas tend to get him into trouble.
The notebook turns to him again. His stomach does a backflip.
Wanna go on an adventure?
âThis is⊠Not what I was expecting,â Eric muses beneath the sounds of a rushing waterfall.Â
His words echo slightly in the expanse of the dank cave. Itâs the first time youâve heard his voice in full volume, deep and accented and smooth. His pretty whispering annoyed you to no end back when he was just a stranger with exactly zero survival instincts. Now, you never want him to stop talking.
âWell, thatâs why itâs an adventure,â you lilt, wiping water from your brow with the neck of your t-shirt.Â
Your clothes stick to you in places where the waterfall had splashed you on your way underneath it. The still air of the cave, strangely cool compared to the humid air outside of it, makes you fight back a shiver.
Eric eyes you from a distance, features swirled in a quiet concern. Itâs impossible to relish in this little ounce of peace when you have the kind of mind he does â the kind of mind thatâs always anxious and always filled with thoughts of you.Â
He cares so much for you, far more than he planned to, that itâs made him chronically fearful. Heâs grown to realize, since he met you, that the two words are rather synonymous. You canât have love without fear â and what is there to be fearful for, if not for the ones you love?
âYour bandages really shouldnât be getting wet, you know?â
You scoff and limp further into the damp hollow. The quiet sound of your steps reverberates within the stone walls, along with the subtle scuffing of your bad foot. âYou said I was healing okay, remember?â you huff and drop the basket in your elbow onto the cobblestone.
âI said you were healing fine,â Eric chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. âThereâs a difference.â
âNot really,â you shrug with a scrunched nose, flashing him a fleeting glance over your shoulder. You turn away again and wince at the distant ache in your ankle when you crouch.Â
Sometimes the scars hurt like theyâre still fresh, still weeping scarlet and throbbing like a new wound. Ericâs not a doctor, but he tells you that itâll probably be that way forever. âPhantom pains, I think they call it,â he says in a posh accent that makes him sound more official than he really is. Youâre inclined to believe him, anyway.
The boy watches as you sort through the wicker basket you stole â or borrowed, as you claim, ââcause itâs not like the ownerâs coming back for it anytime soon.â Itâs full of stuff you wouldnât let him see, like it was some kind of big secret.Â
He grimaces when you squat, putting unnecessary weight on a barely healing leg. He knows it hurts, even when you pretend it doesnât â especially when you pretend it doesnât. His chest pinches like the ache is his own. Like sympathy pains or something. He worries so much for you that youâve given him fucking sympathy pains.
âWe shouldnât have left,â Eric agonizes, wiping a pair of anxious hands down his face. He swipes his fingers through his hair and finds the chestnut curls now partially damp. âI shouldnât have let you leave. I mean, what if we have to run, huh? What if we have toââ
âWe wonât,â you groan as you stand to full height again. You hold an old quilt in one arm and gesture wildly with the other. âThatâs what the waterfall is for. They canât hear us under here. Nothingâs coming.â
He knows youâre right, but it doesnât worry him any less.
âHowâd you even know this was out here?â
You falter for a moment. A mere blink of a second. But Eric catches it immediately because there isnât anything about you he doesnât instantly notice. Heâs rarely ever seen you, his silver-tongued girl, so ambivalent. And something about it frightens him.
âI was⊠on a walk one day⊠while you were out scavengingââ you answer slowly, shrugging like it isnât a big deal at all, though you immediately follow it with, ââDonât get angry.â
Ericâs pink mouth falls softly agape, opening and closing like a fishâs might, while he tries to find the words to say. To shout. To scream.Â
âY-You... Youâ You left without me?â he stammers, voice booming.Â
The words ring across the expanse of the shallow cave, bouncing off the damp stone walls. Itâs the loudest heâs heard himself talk since the world ended, and the notion startles him. Like a dog just learning how to bark.
Ericâs breath hitches in his throat as his dark eyes widen in fear. He waits instinctively for the screeching of far-off monsters and their booming footsteps â prepares for an adrenaline rush thatâll give his weak arms the strength to carry both of you to safety.
It never comes.Â
The sounds of the waterfall shield you from the war raging outside of it.Â
When the panic passes, the anger resumes.
âDo you have any idea how dangerous that is?â Eric agonizes, quieter now, though the corner of his lip twitches with withheld anger.Â
You keep your back to the boy and lay out the contents of the wicker basket. A floral quilt to cushion the stone flooring, two bottles of wine to share between you, several bags of stale chips, and one MP3 player thatâs somehow stronger than the end of the world. You pay Eric no mind as he continues to rant behind you.
âWhat if youâd gotten killed? What ifâ What if you got lost and I couldnât find youâ?!â
âDonât shout!â you gripe despite your own booming voice.Â
âWhy not?â Eric questions with a cynical laugh. âI thought nothing could hear us under here?â
You spin back around to face him, grimacing slightly when your healing wounds start to burn. You tilt your chin in a look of defiance, though your eyes sparkle faintly in the dim natural light â something mischievous and strangely shy.Â
âI donât want you to shout because I put a lot of effort into this,â you answer in a steady voice, lips quirking in a distant smile. âAnd we canât enjoy it if youâre gonna be grumpy the entire time.â
Eric blinks at you for several long moments, brown eyes wide like an owl. Only then does he notice what youâd set up for him in the brief minutes heâd been blinded by his anger. A picnic of sorts â fashioned with a moth-eaten quilt, dusty wine bottles, and snacks youâd scavenged and seemingly stashed like a squirrel. Itâs about as fancy as you can get in an apocalypse.
His mouth opens and closes again, this time in a quiet sort of shock. âWh⊠What?â
âWell, you kinda spent your entire birthday taking care of me, so⊠I figured we were past due for a celebration.â
Ericâs brows pinch together. A furrow of deep thought settles between them.Â
He realizes he hadnât thought twice about his birthday till now. Hadnât thought twice about turning another year older, just like he hadnât thought twice about needing to be repaid for taking care of you. He did both things without thinking. He canât control his urge to dote on you like he canât control the existential dread of getting older.
âHowâd you know it was my birthday?â
ââCause you told me once,â you shrug. âAnd I keep track of the days in my calendar, soââ
âSo, youâre saying that⊠That you did all this...â the man laughs, gesturing to the cave and the waterfall and the wine. âFor me?â
A similar-sounding laugh sputters from your own mouth âcause you do it all for him. From going on stupid picnics to fighting monsters from another planet. Everything youâve done up until this point, you realize now, youâve done for Eric. You keep on living despite the unfavorable odds for Eric.
âOf course I did. Itâs not that big of a deal,â you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest to shield your bleeding heart. âI mean, you kinda saved my life. The least I can do is take you on a stupid fucking picnic.â
When you turn around again to ease yourself onto the blanket, Eric tries to make out the words to thank you. Not just for what youâve done here, but for what youâve done all the days since he found you. Because youâve saved his life too, more times than he could count, actually â âcause thatâs just what you do. You save each other and donât think twice about it because thatâs what you do when you care for someone.
He forgot all about birthdays and picnics and what it meant to be alive before he found you. And now that youâre here, you spend every single day reminding him of everything the end of the world begs him to forget.
âIâmâ Iâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry for shouting at you,â Eric stammers in a sheepish murmur, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck.
âI know,â you nod, smiling as you pat the spare spot beside you. âNow stop being weird and come sit down.â
The wine is warm, the chips are stale, and the quilt just barely cushions the hard ground beneath you â but everythingâs still somehow perfect. Your MP3 player is almost as old as you are and cracked down the middle, but the music plays just perfectly from its headphones, anyway.Â
Maybe itâs perfect âcause itâs not perfect.Â
Or maybe itâs perfect because youâre here.
You sit side-by-side on the handmade blanket, legs crossed and knees brushing, as you share an earbud between you. Conversation ebbs and flows between snacking. Music fills the silence.
I was sittinâ in a crummy movie with my hands on my chin,
All the violence that occurs, seems like we never win...
Eric tips his head back to down the rest of the cheesy crumbs in the package he holds in a pale fist. His scruffy cheeks jut like a chipmunk as he chews through the mouthful. âI missed this, you know?â he mumbles.
You set the wine bottle beside you after taking a lengthy sip, licking the bitter-sweet grape from your lips. âWhat?â you wonder aloud. âThe wine? The Cheetos? The music?â
The boy goes quiet as he ponders the question. He figures he was talking about you, mostly â this sort of connection between humans, this sort of comfort, this sort of normalcy. The music answers your question in his silence.
âLove and mercy, thatâs what you need tonightâŠ
So love and mercy, to you and your friends tonightâŠ
He nods anyway. âAll of the above, actuallyâŠâ
âYou know what I miss?â you wonder beneath the rustling of the Scooby Snacks you dig your hand into. You chuck a cartoon bone into your mouth and find the graham-cracker components have gone soft with time. âI miss driving down backroads⊠going way faster than whatâs probably allowed⊠with the windows down and the radio all the way upâŠâ
Eric watches the far-off look in your eyes as you stare, unblinking, at the waterfall ahead of you. Clear water rushes from the mountain and falls hard onto the cobbles and the still water below. Rogue drops splatter inside the shallow cave, occasionally splashing you with fat droplets.
The running waterfall cast fleeting shadows over your face, littered now with faint scars. Your features are much softer than heâs used to in the natural light.
âI miss college parties,â he confesses, wiping his palms on his knees.
You wash the dry graham cracker out with another sip of wine and try not to laugh as you swallow it down.
âWhyâs that funny?â Eric wonders through his own chuckle, only partially offended.
âI donât know⊠I guess I just didnât take you for a partier.â
âI wasnât reallyâŠâ he concedes with a shy shrug, gaze averted and cheeks pink. âBut I was a really big fan of karaoke.â
âWell, that makes a lot more sense.â
âDoesnât it?â Eric humors with a scrunched nose.
You tilt your head back to laugh â a pretty, airy sound that echoes within the cobbled walls, only partially drowned out beneath the rushing waterfall. You shift closer toward him when youâre upright again, probably without realizing, but Eric notices. He canât help but notice everything you do. And he canât help but lean instinctively closer to you, too.
He can smell the natural scent of you beneath the various surrounding ones â of freshwater, pine, and whatever cologne was spritzed on your shirt before you found it. He can smell the sweet wine on your breath, too, and he quickly realizes that youâre close enough to kiss. If only he werenât so chicken shit.
The proximity makes his cheeks flush, though youâre not nearly as fazed by it.
âI forgot what that felt likeâŠâ you muse in a quiet voice of disbelief.
Eric smiles so hard his eyes squint. âWhat?â
âI donât know⊠just, like, happiness? I guess?â you laugh. âI used to think that was impossible before now.â
âYeah⊠Me too.âÂ
The conversation lulls for a moment. The music playing in your ears takes over:Â
âI was standing at a bar and watching all the people thereâŠ
All the loneliness in this world, well, itâs just not fairâŠ
You cage your smile between your teeth in a feeble attempt to conceal how wide itâs grown. Your eyes are wide and sparkling, likely from the wine, as they flit between both of his darker ones. Eric exhales a breathy chuckle in response, all giddy and nervous for a reason he canât name (probably from the wine, too, if he had to guess).
He feels himself leaning in to kiss you before he realizes it. He only catches himself when you pull unknowingly away, reaching again for the glass bottle at your side. His heart drops to his swirling stomach as his cheeks flare a deep pink.
âIâm glad you followed me like a creep for a week straight, you know that?â you confess with a teasing squint in your eyes as you bring the lip of the bottle to your mouth.
Eric scoffs at the memory, which feels like yesterday and ancient history all at once.
He was by himself when the world first fell â a stranger in a strange country, and the loneliest heâd ever been in his life. And, perhaps, the most scared, too.Â
Then, all of a sudden, he sees this girl rush out of an alleyway and into a monster-infested street to save a dog from an otherwise unavoidable death. Eric watched from a distance as you returned the scared pup to its owners â a very young couple cowering behind a car, not that much older than you.Â
You pointed them in the direction of a military base setting up camps for civilians then went the opposite way. Away from guaranteed protection. Like the safest hands were your own.Â
Eric made the quick decision to follow you as you went. He figured if you were brave enough to save some dog that wasnât yours, and stare death directly in the face while you did it, then you could do just about anything.
He didnât know, then, that he was making the best decision heâd ever made in his life.
âWell, Iâm glad you didnât pummel me in the face for following you like a creep.â
âI shouldâve,â you quip. âBut I liked your company too much, I guessâŠâ
âLiked?â the boy parrots, laughing loudly at the turn of phrase. âIs this your way of saying youâre finally tired of me?â
You roll your eyes and hide your smirk behind the neck of the wine bottle. âDo you think I wouldâve done all this shit if I wasnât the least bit fond of you, Eric?â
The question is rhetorical, but you expect a lighthearted quip from the British boy anyway. Your words seem to settle something heavy on him, though. Itâs the very first time youâve admitted out loud, without a shred of sarcasm, how much you really care for him.Â
Eric forgets to say anything at all. The cave fills with a loud silence. The steady drumming of the waterfall and the whisper of rustling trees. Strangely peaceful for the end of the world.Â
âWanna know something wild?â he asks you after a few long moments. His accent makes the words sound heavy on his tongue. Your brows raise to egg him on, and he continues, stumbling over himself in the process. âIâm⊠Iâm not happy the world ended, but⊠I amâ I am glad that it brought me you.â
Your breath catches. Itâs the most profound thing anyoneâs ever said to you, you think. Way deeper than any measly âI love you.â And how are you meant to respond to that? To his confession that the end of the world was worth finding you? Thereâs no string of words in the English language that could possibly compare to that.
Eric waits for your response with bated breath. He hopes for an affirmation of your similar affection, of course, but a rejection would be better than nothing at all. He blinks at you with hopeful chocolate eyes, then flinches away when you laugh.
âYouâre such a sap,â you say, giggling, as you reach suddenly for his face.
You cradle his scruffy jaw between warm and gently calloused hands, pulling him into you with an admirable effortlessness. You kiss him like itâs natural to you â like he was never just a stranger â like youâve spent entire lifetimes kissing him.
You take the breath from his lungs with little effort. Eric tips his head back and sighs when you swipe your tongue along his chapped bottom lip. The exhaled breath fans across your cupidâs bow, and you smile against his mouth as you clamor gracelessly into his lap â straddling his lean hips and pressing your beating heart to his.Â
The earbuds fall carelessly to the ground, and the fading song plays muffedly from beside you:
âLove and mercy, thatâs what you need tonightâŠ
So love and mercy, to you and your friends tonightâŠ
Your mouths click when they part, a subtle sound beneath the drumming waterfall behind you. Your eyes are heavy and lidding as they fall to Ericâs kissed mouth â now a rosier shade, gently swollen, and shining with your spit. A stamp of ownership, almost, that makes your chest swell with pride.
Eric looks up at you with big, wet eyes as his hands fidget on either side of your waist. âIâve been waiting for that for ages,â he confesses in a low murmur.
A small smile quirks faintly at the edges of your mouth. âCould you maybe say something thatâs not super clichĂ©?â you tease.
âHow about⊠I really, really want to kiss you again?â Eric offers in a honeyed tone that makes his accent heavier. He swallows hard, adamâs apple bobbing. âAnd that I⊠I wanna make you feel good?â
You cage your bottom lip between your teeth to hide your smile. Your fingertips are calloused and cold as they toy with the curls at the nape of his neck â tiny chestnut strands coiled in perfect ringlets. Eric fights back a shiver.
âThen Iâd say thatâŠâ you begin with a mischievous lilt to your voice, wild eyes flitting from his pink lips to his watery eyes. âIâve been waiting for that for ages.â
You part from him then, taking the warmth of your body with you as you sit on your knees across from him. The rugged ground is hardly cushioned by the thin quilt. You can vaguely feel small rocks digging into your skin, but your need for him is much louder.Â
You cross your arms in front of yourself to swipe your t-shirt over your head. You toss the discarded fabric carelessly beside you, then work at the buttons of your jeans â also borrowed, and just a half-size too big for you.Â
Eric watches with his heart in his throat. Itâs the most naked youâve ever been in front of him before. The sight of your bare skin, covered now only in the sports bra youâve had since the world ended, makes his head swim. It takes him a moment too long to realize he should be undressing, too, and he rushes to catch up.
The two of you undress yourselves in relative silence. The sight is hardly as sexy as youâd expect â full of fumbling limbs far too eager to be graceful. Ericâs shirt gets stuck on his chin. Your jeans get caught at your ankle. The tense lull between you ebbs into a symphony of entwining giggles.
With your clothes scattered in abandoned piles, you lay back against the blanket. Eric settles on top of you with a strange sort of effortlessness â like itâs muscle memory to him, even though neither of you has done this for a long, long while â much less with each other.Â
The weight of his body is warm and heavy over yours. You slide your hands under his arms and curl them over his freckled shoulders, digging your nails softly into his pale skin to pull him further into you.Â
You watch with heavily lidded eyes as Eric brings his hand to his mouth. He slides his pointer and middle finger between his lips, wetting the pads of them with his tongue. You exhale a deep breath when the limbs come out again, glittering in the low light.Â
He studies your features with a dark and unwavering stare as he slips his fingers between the lips of your pussy â tracing the velvety lips for a moment before easing them slowly inside. Your eyes flutter shut at the foreign feeling. Eric smiles to himself, wrist flexing, as he explores your silky cunt with his fingers.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you sigh when his palm bumps your swollen clit. Your head tips back as your hips buck upward, all but melting under his touch. âPlease.â
It takes Eric a moment or more to formulate a response. Youâve never been so subservient like this before, so needy for him. This must be the eighth wonder of the world, he thinks to himself, as he continues to work you open with unworthy hands.
âHave to get you ready for me first,â he tells you, voice and low gritty, as he exhales a breathy chuckle that fans across your jaw. âDonât wanna break you, honey.â
You manage a scoff in response. âWell, thatâs very presumptuous of youâ ohâŠâ
Eric crooks his fingers until the tips of them brush a spongy depth inside you. Your mouth falls agape at the feeling, so foreignly full beneath him. His spit-slick lips curl into a lazy smirk. âThat shut you up, didnât it?â
You wouldâve spit a snide remark back at him if his thumb hadnât pressed so mercilessly to your delicate clit then. The words dissolve like dust on your tongue and escape only as a breathy moan.Â
Eric continues his relentless pursuit with nothing but two of his fingers. Relentless, you think,because heâs hardly trying to make you cum now. Youâre not sure if heâs just oblivious to how good heâs making you feel, or if heâs pushing you to the edge and jerking you back on purpose. Itâs agony either way.
He only stops when his pointer and middle finger start to prune, the pads of them softly wrinkled from your honey. He wipes them off on the quilt like a total barbarian. You wouldâve said something about that, too, if you werenât still trying to catch your breath.
Eric rises to his knees. His bare chest, dusted with sparse hair over the sternum, rises and falls with uneven pants. His cock hangs heavy between his spread thighs â half-hard, glowing red, and leaking faintly at the tip. His wide hands are softer than your own as they smooth up and down the length of your thighs. His thumbs rub soothingly over the supple insides of them â with a touch almost as gentle as the melted chocolate gaze he looks at you with.Â
âAre you alright?â he wonders, all quiet and suddenly shy, like you arenât all but dripping for him now.
âYouâre so annoying,â you gripe with a scoffed-out laugh, rolling your eyes because youâre certain heâs teasing you. Your stomach sinks when the genuine glimmer in his eyes doesnât waver. You squirm beneath him and his unyielding gaze. âIâm okay, Eric,â you murmur sheepishly, never easily serious.
He nods to himself and swallows hard, still visibly unsure. It makes you wonder if heâs second-guessing. âStop staring and kiss me, you asshole,â you grouse with a forced laugh, tightening your grip on his shoulders.
Ericâs mouth quirks in an absentminded smile. âJust let me look at you for a secondâŠâ he whispers, squeezing the outsides of your thighs with warm hands.
âWe donât have to whisper anymore, dummy,â you tease in a hushed tone of your own.
His grin widens until his eyes wrinkle at the edges and his tongue pokes softly through his teeth. He laughs despite himself and grips his heavy cock in his fist. âYouâre so mean, you know that?â he asks, folding your knee back with his free hand. Youâre not sure if heâs expecting a real response, but he slips into you before you can give him one.
He fucks into you slow â bitterly, painfully, and agonizingly slow â forcing you to feel every inch of him. His cock is of average length, but girthy enough to stretch you open. Youâre suddenly grateful he thought to use his fingers on you despite your impatience, but the two of them alone hardly equate to how thick he is.
Both of you inhale sharply when heâs fully sheathed inside of you, neither exactly used to the feeling. Eric allows you a moment or more to adjust before sliding out again. You exhale softly together in entwining moans that get lost beneath the sounds of a raging waterfall.
Eric thrusts into you again with gritted teeth, trying not to whimper too loudly when your pussy clenches around him. He bends at the waist to hide his face in your neck and exhales all his pathetic moans there.Â
He keeps one hand clenched into a fist on the blanket to prop up his weight; his other slides beneath your head to cushion your skull from the hard ground. You grip the boy by his flexing biceps, digging your nails into the skin every time he thrusts into you. Jaw clenched, nose scrunched, eyes squinted â you take his cock without complaint despite the very loud feeling that itâs all too much for you.
Eric is everywhere, and the notion alone overwhelms you. Heâs in you, on top of you, all over you. Like the air you breathe. You need him just the same. Not because heâs your friend but because youâre scared you might seriously die without him.Â
Itâs dramatic at best. At worst, itâs the exact opposite feeling you should have for anyone in the apocalypse, where death is essentially promised for both of you.
Tears prick your eyes at the thought, though youâd rather blame them on Ericâs merciless thrusts. Theyâre sloppy and unmeasured as he struggles to find a rhythm. Heâs similarly overwhelmed by the pleasure. You can tell by the way his body trembles over yours, and the way he buries loud moans into your pulsepoint. You can feel the vibrations of each moan in your veins.Â
The way youâre pinned beneath him cages your clit between your bodies. Every time Ericâs lean hips thrust upward and back again, the coarse thatch of hair above his cock brushes your sensitive button. You couldnât free yourself from it if you tried. Youâre not sure if you even want to.
âThis is good for you, right?â Eric wonders through heavy pants, voice wavering under the weight of his pleasure. âPlease tell me this is good for you.â
Any other time, you wouldâve laughed at him, but now you only nod. Rapidly and with your jaw clenched tight. Just as pathetic as he is.Â
ââS good,â you promise through gritted teeth as the coil in the pit of your stomach starts to tighten. âItâs so good, Eric. Feels so fuckinâ good.â
The affirmation makes him moan. Loudly. Enough for you to be momentarily grateful for the cover of the rumbling waterfall. Eric buckles down over you and strengthens his rapid, irregularly timed thrusts with a feeble cry.Â
Your own whine rumbles in your throat, falling from your mouth like honey. Your warm skin, now slick with a layer of sweat, begins to buzz. The need for release builds like a dam within you â somewhere deep, right where the tip of Ericâs cock fucks into you.Â
Your thighs start to tremble on either side of his waist. Your hips begin to buck despite yourself. You canât be sure if youâre running from the pleasure now, or chasing it entirely.
âYou gotta cum, baby,â Eric tells you through a pitiful whine, face still tucked into your neck. He licks his lips and starts to babble: âI canâtâ Iâm too closeâ I need you to cum before I do, babyâ Need you to cum right nowâ Fuck.â
âIs your idea of dirty talk always this pathetic?â you wouldâve joked if you werenât already cumming for him.Â
Your mouth falls agape in a silent moan as your head tips back into his palm. Your back arches as you reach the height of your pleasure, pussy fluttering through every wave of it.Â
Eric fucks you the entire way through your orgasm â despite your nails biting crescent shapes into his shoulders, despite your velvety cunt tightening around him, despite the very overwhelming feeling that he might burst entirely.
Only when your body goes lax does he pull out of you.Â
The empty feeling makes you whimper. Your weeping pussy clenches around nothing while Eric jerks himself off. You canât see him, but you can feel his wrist moving in rapid motions between your legs.Â
A groan rumbles deep in his throat as he tenses on top of you. His still body goes rigid. Something warm and wet spits on your inner thigh a second later â a heavy load of his pearly white cum, which he gives you three of before heâs milked himself dry.
Eric collapses on top of you when heâs officially spent. He forgets to hold up his weight, and you deliberately decide not to remind him. You let the man soak in the waves of his pleasure while you strain to reach the wicker basket at your side â struggling for a moment to find the handful of napkins at the very bottom, then using them to wipe up the mess on your thigh.
âAh, shit,â Eric curses when he notices (his mess or his weight, you canât quite tell). He sniffles and rolls off of you. âSorryâŠâ
Your head whips in his direction. You find his face all flushed, glowing red along the apples of his cheeks and the very tip of his nose. His eyes are big and wet, too, glassy like he might cry.Â
Buzzing with concern, you rise to your knees, watching intently as Eric reaches for your discarded pile of clothes. You set them aside when he passes them to you and hold his face in your hands instead. His stubble scratches at your delicate palms. Your wide eyes sparkle with concern as they dart over his teary features.
âHey⊠Hey, what happened?â you agonize. âAre you okay?â
Eric laughs at himself, then sniffles again as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. âYeah⊠So much for not being clichĂ©, right?â he jokes.
âWhat happened?â you repeat, giggling this time at his crooked smile.
âNothing,â he assures, shrugging his freckled shoulders. âI just⊠Iâm just really happy, I guessâŠâ
Your tight chest deflates with a sigh of relief as you nod in response. âYeah⊠I am, too.â
Ericâs grin widens at your confession. His cheeks speckle a rosy color, like heâs pleasantly surprised by the response â as if his softening cock isnât still sparkling with a mixture of your cum.Â
You meet his smile with a scowl, rolling your eyes as you shove playfully at his shoulder. âDonât look at me like that,â you grumble and turn away from him, reaching for your clothes.Â
Your body looms over him as you stand, putting very little weight on your scarred leg. You bend at the waist to tug your underwear up your thighs.
Eric shoves his boxers on with a cheeky grin. âIâm really glad I found you, you know that, right? Even though youâre mean to me all the time?â
You scoff and drag your sports bra over your torso, yanking it at the hem to pull it over your breasts. âIâm happy you found me, too, stalker,â you respond in a monotone that would otherwise suggest the opposite. But Eric catches you smiling when you reach beside him for your shirt and knows you really mean it.Â
âYou love me,â he insists playfully, right before stealing a kiss from you.Â
His lips only manage to brush the corner of your mouth in his haste, but he grins wide about it anyway. Your face screws like you werenât begging him to fuck you ten minutes ago, as you wipe your cheek with the back of your hand.
âYouâre disgustingâŠâ he hears you mumbling as you turn away, tugging your shirt over your head.Â
But he knows what you really mean.
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EVEN IF IT TAKES FOREVER
A/N: aaaah im so excited for yall to read this!!! im kinda ashamed to admit this whole idea came from something i heard in an ep of milf manor but lets just move past that lol
WORD COUNT: 9k
WARNING: sexual content, toxic and verbally abusive relationship, cheating (not from Harry or Y/N)
SUMMARY:Â Harry Styles is used to get any woman he wants, everyone knows that. But when his interest shifts towards you, everything changes and he is ready to wait for you for as long as it takes, even when he finds out you're engaged to your asshole boyfriend. Not even that ring on your finger stops him from pining after you.
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You donât have to look up from the drink youâre making to know who just walked into the bar. Itâs like the atmosphere of the whole place shifts instantly whenever Harry Styles appears, a sixth sense always triggers a siren in your head before your eyes could spot him crossing the space between the entrance and the bar.Â
Youâd be lying if you said you felt no excitement every time he shows up, the way your heart starts hammering in your chest is a great tell that he is anything but neutral to you, but youâve been trying your absolute best to keep yourself under control. For one, he is known to be a flirt. Every woman in town knows that Harry loves three things, attention, pretty women and the combination of the previous two. Youâve seen him around with different partners every time, but never with the same twice. You heard the stories, the gossips and the whispers, how he shakes every womanâs world and then leaves, never giving the chance for anyone to even try to tie him down. This is not what you want or deserve.
And for two⊠Youâre taken. Engaged, to be precise.Â
When you spot Harry you instantly hide your hand behind your back, hoping the diamond ring wonât catch his eyes, because you know he would flip.Â
Apparently, his latest fixation has been none other than you. He came into the bar about two months ago for the first time. He sat by the bar and clearly tried to flirt with you all evening, ignoring all the women who were brave enough to go up to him. He remained focused on you and as the evening carried on he became more and more blunt about his intentions with you.Â
âSo, are you coming home with me?â he asked when you walked out at the end of your shift. He was waiting by the back, leaning against his motorcycle. You were never blind, you saw how attractive he was then and you still see it now, but you just shook your head no.
âIâm taken.â
âYou got a boyfriend?â He arched an eyebrow and you nodded. You expected him to give up, but instead, a devilish smirk took over his expression. âItâll be even sweeter when I win you over, Angel.â
You were taken aback by his confidence and you were surprised when he showed up the next day, but got used to his presence quite fast.Â
It became a sort of usual, have him walk in not long after your shift starts, he sits by the bar so he can talk to you, he drinks one or two beers and then asks if he could take you home once youâre done. You decline and then it starts all over again.Â
An unexpected feature of his never dying attempts is that youâve actually got to know each other during those long hours when he sat by the bar and entertained you while you worked and when he drops the cheeky act he is actually someone not just bearable but rather pleasant. Youâd never admit it to him, but you kind of think of him as a friend, youâve shared some things with him about yourself not many know.Â
Like how you found out your boyfriend cheated on you.Â
âYou look stunning, as always, Angel,â he greets you as he takes his usual spot and youâre already pouring his drink.
âAnd youâre being flirty, as always,â you give him a knowing look, but he just smirks. You give him his beer and then move over to another man by the bar.Â
When you return you notice the change in him and you know he saw the ring. As if you could still hide it from him, you cover it with your other hand, even though you did nothing wrong.Â
âWhatâs that?â he asks, though itâs obvious he knows itâs an engagement ring.Â
âHarryâŠâ
âHe proposed to you?â he asks, eyes snapping up to meet your gaze.Â
âYes, he did.â
âAnd you said yes?â He is clearly growing angrier by the second and you worry, because he tends to lose his temper easily. You donât think he would ever hurt you, but he might take his anger out on something or someone else.
âYes, thatâs why Iâm wearing the ring,â you say and try to keep yourself busy, moving the clean glasses in front of you around.Â
âY/N what the fuck?! You canât be fucking serious.â
âI am and itâs none of your business,â you snap at him.
âThe guy cheated on you!â
âWould you stop airing my private life for everyone?â you hiss at him, looking around to see if anyone has heard him.Â
âThen explain to me how you are so stupid that you want to marry a man who doesnât love you?!â
Youâve had enough. Checking if there is anyone waiting to be served you find no one so you walk out from behind the bar and grab Harryâs wrist, pulling him out through the back door to the empty parking lot behind the building.Â
âWho do you think you are? You have no right to talk about me or my relationship like that!â
âY/N, you are making a huge fucking mistake!â
âA mistake would be trusting someone about dating who has never stayed with a woman for longer than a couple of hours! What the fuck do you know about love or marriage when you canât even stay until the morning when you fuck someone?â
It might be petty, bringing up his reputation against him just to invalidate his words, but he brought the worst out of you.Â
âBecause I donât fucking lie to women about what I want! Your man lied right into your face and then only admitted to cheating when he was busted. You think he wouldnât do it again? You think he is not doing it now? Cheaters donât change, Y/N. He doesnât fucking deserve you.â
âAnd you do?â you snap at him as your anger takes over your body. Maybe itâs because he brought up what Jeremy did or maybe itâs because he is lecturing you about something he has no right to stick his nose into. âLet me guess, I should ditch Jeremy and run to you? We fuck, have one great night and then leave me like you leave everyone, is that what I should go for? Is that what I deserve?â
He seems to be at a loss of words and thatâs new. He probably wasnât expecting you to call him out so explicitly, but itâs been building up for a while.Â
âDo me a favor and stop trying to orchestrate my life. Iâm more than capable of making my own decisions. Go and chat up another woman, fuck her so you stop trying to stick your dick inside me.â
You walk past him and straight inside, your rage doesnât die down for a couple of long minutes. You take a few orders and then slowly get back to the workflow and manage to forget about Harry for a bit. When you glance towards his spot you see that his beer is still there, but he never returned. For a second you get uncertain, have you gone too far?Â
No. He deserved it and everything you said was valid. Itâs not your fault he canât take the truth.Â
Two days pass by and you see no trace of Harry. You find yourself looking at his usual seat from time to time and you mistake a few tall brunette guys with him, but he never actually shows up. You tell yourself you should be happy he is out of your hair, but somewhere deep inside you thereâs still some disappointment that you try to push down every time it threatens to bubble up.Â
Sunday comes and it doesnât start off the best. Jeremy is in a mood all morning and he just practically picks a fight over anything you do. Itâs whether what you cook, where you put the scissors or how you forget to lock the backdoor, he overreacts everything and by the time youâre leaving for work youâre a mess from all the fighting youâve had.Â
Being away from him is actually a bit of a relief, but your peace only lasts until he starts texting you and somehow you end up fighting again, this time about the outfit you wore to work. A simple black skirt with a white t-shirt, youâve worn this before and he didnât even notice, but today it seems like the skirt is too short for his taste and the shirt is too see-through.Â
JEREMY: Enjoy the attention of every fucking men in the bar.
JEREMY: Congrats on being a slut.
Youâre angry at him, but youâre also too tired to run around in circles. When he sets his mind on something nothing can change it, so thereâs no use trying to convince him youâre not doing it to get other menâs attention.
You put your phone aside and ignore it for a while, but apparently, that wasnât the right decision. Because the next time you check it you see a bunch of missed calls from Jeremy and another thread of texts.
JEREMY: Answer the fucking phone Y/N.
JEREMY: Are you fucking someone in the toilet?Â
JEREMY: If I find out you fucked someone youâre dead I swear.
Thereâs only twenty minutes left until closing and the bar is almost entirely empty, so you step out to the back and call him.Â
âAre you done fucking?â Thatâs what he says when he finally picks up.Â
âAre you done being an asshole? Iâm not fucking anyone!â
âDonât fucking talk to me like that! I know youâre sucking dicks for tips, donât even try to lie to my fucking face!â
He is vivid, shouting on the other end of the line and itâs making your head throb. Youâre tired and you donât want to deal with his unreasonable jealousy right now. All you want to do is go to sleep, but you know if you go home youâll just continue from here.Â
âIâm not lying, youâre delusional!â
âStop with the fucking lies! Donât fucking come home until you canât admit the shit youâre doing! I will not have a woman lie into my face!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? You canât tell me not to go home, thatâs my place too!â
âIâm sure you can find a place to sleep if you suck another dick.â
And with that the call ends. Youâre staring at the screen in disbelief for several moments before the tears start rolling down your face. You lean against the brick wall and slide down as you let the sobs bubble from your throat. You try to call him again, but it doesnât even ring.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you whisper to yourself as you bury your face in your hands.Â
You always kept telling yourself Jeremy has a temper and that he doesnât mean it when he says these nasty things, but every time it happens again it gets harder and harder to believe that you could put up with it. You get that it roots in his jealousy, but he shouldnât act like this with you, you know itâs not normal and yet⊠you still havenât been able to do anything against it.Â
Youâre so buried under your pain that you donât even notice the motorcycle that rolls into the parking lot and stops just a couple of feet away from you. Harryâs voice is what snaps you out of your spiral.
âY/N? What are you doinâHey, what happened?â
He rushes over and kneels in front of you, one hand on your back as the other lifts your head by your chin.Â
âIâm fine,â you breathe out, as if he couldnât see your tear soaked cheeks and bloodshot eyes.Â
âNo, youâre not. What happened? Did someone hurt you?â Seemingly he is trying to find wounds on you, but you shake your head.Â
âItâs just⊠I-I donâtâŠâ You canât get the words out, itâs like your mind is blocked.Â
âCome on, letâs go inside.â
He helps you up and you donât protest when his arms curl around you and he keeps you close to his chest as he walks you inside. He pulls you to the stool he usually takes and makes you sit before walking behind the bar and pouring you a glass of water.Â
âI need to close,â you croak and try to get off the stool, but he stops you.
âIâll take care of it.â
You faintly hear him making the last few people in the bar leave and then the lock turns on the door before he returns and sits beside you.Â
âNow tell me what happened.â
âI donât want to talk,â you breathe out as you close your eyes. When you open them again, Harry is still there looking at you patiently.Â
Then he stands and walks back behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila from the shelf along with two shot glasses.
âAlright. Then letâs drink the pain away.â He pours the liquor into the glasses and then pushes one over to you, holding up the other one. For a second you just blink at him, a warning going off somewhere in the back of your head, but youâre quick to turn it off.Â
Drinking the pain away actually sounds nice right now, since you canât go home until Jeremy is having his episode.Â
So you finally take the shot and you catch a tiny smile from Harry before you both chug down the alcohol. And soon more follows, at least on your side.Â
About thirty minutes and three more shots later youâre definitely drunk. But at least you stopped crying and can actually laugh now, practically on anything Harry says.Â
âOh my God, stop!â you cackle, slapping your hand onto the bartop.
âNo, I swear! I climbed out the window and fell straight into the jacuzzi!â
âDid her father see you?â
âNo, I would be dead by now if he did?â he chuckles.
âI canât believe you were such a playboy even as a teenager!â you keep laughing.Â
âWhat, are you surprised?â he cheekily asks.
âHonestly, not that much,â you snort and reach for the tequila bottle, but Harry pulls it away from you. âHey!â
âMaybe letâs slow down a bit, yeah?â You pout at him, but he just grabs a normal glass from behind the bar, fills it with water and hands it over to you instead.Â
âWhat, youâre not up for a bit of fun?â you grin into the glass, but take a few sips anyway. âI thought thatâs what you wanted.â
âI do want to have fun with you, Y/N. But Iâm also concerned at how fast you downed those shots,â he admits smirking.Â
âAh, how sweet of you, as if you donât just want to take me to bed,â you scoff, but you didnât mean it in a bitter way this time, like before. âIsnât it tiring?â
âWhat is?â
âAh, donât make me say it!â
âI genuinely donât know what youâre talking about, Angel.â
âAngel!â you groan and then let out a sigh. âArenât you tired of running after me? I mean, youâre used to getting your way with women. Honestly, I thought youâd stop by now.â
Harry just stares back at you and it gets intimidating, especially when a smirk curls the corners of his mouth up. Your cheeks already feel quite hot, but now they are burning. You always hated how bothered he could get you despite all your effort to reject him in every possible way.Â
Just when you think heâd ignore what you said forever, he finally speaks up.Â
âWould you believe me if I said itâs because youâre different?â
âOh no, donât give me this bullshit!â you scoff and then just laugh it off. You change position on the stool and try to cover up just how much his words affect you.Â
Because it might have been the corniest thing youâve heard from him, but youâre also just a girl whoâs a hopeless romantic and this is exactly the stuff that can turn you into a giggly mess in a heartbeat.Â
âWhy is it your first instinct that Iâm just bullshitting you, Y/N?â he asks, but he is not at all accusing, more like curious. You purse your lip, but decide not to say anything, just sip on your water. Harry walks out from behind the bar and takes the stool next to yours. âI think you donât know your real worth, Y/N.â
âAnd you do?â you roll your eyes at him teasingly.Â
âI would love to, but as long as you donât let me get closer to you, I can only work with what I see. I know you probably think Iâm just lying to get into your pants, but if thereâs one thing you should know about me is that Iâm always telling the truth. Iâd been lied to before, many times and I know what it does to you, so I would never do the same to you or anyone.â
âIs this your way of buttering me up?â you smirk, but narrow your eyes at him. Your wording makes him laugh.Â
âOf course.â
âAh, you are so smooth, I hate that about you! And I hate how handsome you are.â
Oops. Thatâs definitely the alcohol talking, youâd have never admitted that to him sober. You catch the surprised smirk on his face and you immediately regret opening your mouth.Â
âSo you think Iâm handsome, huh?â
âOh shut up! I can see your head getting big!â You point at him, but he grabs your hand in the air and tugs at you gently, just enough to make you hop off your stool and fall towards him. He catches you by the waist as you end up between his legs, your hands end up on his chest as you try to find your balance.Â
âI would love to hear you say how handsome you find me, but just know, that youâre playing with my self restraint.â
Even despite the shots, you can feel the switch, your breathing becomes shallow and you make the mistake of letting your eyes move down to his lips for a moment. His fingers dig into your waist and though you know you should move your hands, you love how you can feel his warmth under your palms.Â
âDo you want to tell me what happened earlier? Why were you crying?â
âJeremy,â you say in a whisper.Â
âDid he hurt you?â
âJust⊠with his words.â
âThatâs still not okay, donât downplay it. What did he say?â
A small voice in you is telling you not to tell him more, but his undivided attention and care towards you feels so good, itâs something you havenât experienced in a while. Jeremy is different, he is not the soft type and though youâve been telling yourself itâs fine, you canât deny how much youâve been craving this kind of connection with someone.Â
âHe accused me of cheating, that I⊠I suck people off for money.â
Harryâs hands stiffen on your waist, but he stays silent and gives you the chance to talk. You can feel your throat closing up again and your instinct is to close up, but you want to take this weight off your chest in any way possible, so you donât hold yourself back.Â
âIt wasnât the first time he flipped, sometimes he just⊠loses his mind and takes his frustration out, often on me.â
âHas he ever hit you?â Harry asks in a somewhat cool tone, but you can tell he is holding a lot back.Â
âNo,â you shake your head. âBut his words⊠He called me a slut tonight.â
Harry exhales sharply and you see his jaw jumping. Your reasonable self is pounding down the door of the room you shut it into, but you blatantly ignore it as you push closer to him. Itâs your first time being this close to him physically and you want to hate it, you really do, but truth is you feel yourself being pulled towards him and youâre just too tired and weak to fight it.Â
When one of his hands moves to cup your cheek youâre ready to give in. You part your lips and give him an unmistakable look and you expect him to take advantage of the moment, but he surprises you by turning his head to the side with a heavy sigh.
âIs it not what you want?â you ask quietly, trying your best to ignore just how rejected youâre feeling all of a sudden.Â
âYou know it is,â he replies, turning back to face you. âI want you more than anything.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
He shakes his head and your stomach sinks. You try to pull away, but he keeps you caged against him.Â
âHey, look at me.â His hand captures your chin to make you look at him, but you keep your gaze away from him. âY/N, look at me,â he pleads again and you give in at last.Â
His thumb slowly runs across your bottom lip, making it tremble from the intimacy of his touch.Â
âThis is all Iâve wanted since I first saw you and itâs taking everything in me not to take it. But I know you and I know that you would regret it. I would never put you in a situation that could hurt you.â
You hate how right he is, how well he knows you.Â
âSo considerate, respecting the⊠bro code and everything,â you huff, hoping to break this weird mood thatâs lingering around the two of you now. Harryâs head falls back as he laughs. Then he grabs your hand that has your engagement ring on and with a confident move he takes it off, throwing it over his shoulder and you just watch with your mouth hanging open.
âI give zero fucks about the bro code, especially if itâs about that asshole you call your fiancĂ©.â
âDid you justââ
âWhat I do care about is,â he continues, âyou. And how you feel.â
Your mind is racing but also blank at the same time. You just stare back at him, eyes drooping as the alcohol is starting to wear you out.Â
âSo what, youâre just gonna wait around, hoping I will wake up one day and leave Jeremy for you?â you ask jokingly, but his answer comes in a serious manner.
âExactly.â
There are a couple of seconds when the two of you are just staring back at each other and you swear you can see the universe in his green eyes, the past, the present and a future together and as much as it scares you, it also starts a fire somewhere deep in your chest.Â
âCan youâum, can you give me a ride to my sisterâs place?â Clearing your throat you pull away and this time he lets you.Â
âSure.â
You sit on his motorcycle behind him, arms wrapped around his torso tight as you watch the night lights pass by, blinking lazily, his scent filling your nose every time you press your cheek against his back. When he stops in front of your sisterâs apartmentâs building you almost ask him to just drive for a bit more, but you force yourself to let go of him and climb off the motorcycle.Â
âThanks for⊠everything, I guess,â you awkwardly say while he is still sitting on the bike.Â
âTake an Advil before you go to bed.â
âOkay, stop babying me,â you laugh and he finally breaks into a smirk. âI guess Iâll see you around?â
Itâs a simple question, but the obvious hidden question is right there, out in the open. Itâs your way of asking if heâll be returning to the bar despite the fight you had a few days ago.Â
âOf course. Keep my seat open.â
Nodding youâre about to turn around and walk inside, but he calls after you.
âY/N?â You look over your shoulder, waiting for him to continue. He opens his mouth, then closes before actually speaking up. âYou donât have to believe that my interest in you is genuine. I will gladly prove it to you any way possible, but⊠Maybe you should look at Jeremy with the same criticism as well.â
You have no idea what to say so you just nod and then keep walking until youâre inside the building, but you stay leaning against the door until you hear his motorcycle roar up and fade into the night.Â
Youâd love to say that after the night with Harry at the bar everything changed, but thatâs not true. The next day you went back home, Jeremy calmed down by then, you had a fight nonetheless, which ended up with some makeup sex, but your head was somewhere else.
Or with somebody else.
Then it all went back to the same usual. Harry was there at the bar the next time you were working and luckily he didnât bring up anything that happened that night. Not what you said about Jeremy, not that you practically admitted being attracted to him and not that you gave him the green light which he rejected. Itâs all locked up in a box and put aside.Â
However you can feel a slight change in yourself. Harryâs words did stick with you and have been on repeat ever since.Â
Maybe you should look at Jeremy with the same criticism as well.
You and Jeremy have been together for over three years and moved in together a year ago. You canât really remember a time you havenât been with him. You do know that he is not perfect and the shit he pulls sometimesâŠÂ
Youâve thought of leaving him before. It did occur to you that maybe youâd be better off without him when he flipped in the past and turned crazy out of the blue. But every time it happened, he went back to his sweet old self, the one you fell in love with.Â
But are you still in love with him?
One day, about a week later Harry waltzes into the bar, but he is not looking his usual, confident self.Â
âOkay, hear me out before you say no,â he starts as he takes his spot while youâre drying off some glasses. âI know you might find it hard to believe, but I have friends.â
âWe are off to a great start,â you chuckle.
âMy best mate, Mitch, he lives two hours away so we donât meet that often, but he is in town this weekend.â
âGood for him,â you smile, curious about what will come out of it.
âAnd we were talking about what we should do and all that and I made a mistake. He suggested this club we could check out and said we should meet there at nine but I asked him to make it ten thirty, because on thursdays you finish work at ten.â
Your hand stops mid-motion and you put the glass down, giving him a curious look as you tilt your head to the side.Â
âObviously he wanted to know who you were and I swear I told him we have nothing going on, but he is just so stubborn, he didnât let it go until I promised I would ask if you wanted to come with us. So here I am, I asked, you can just ignore it and tell me to fuck off. I know you probably wouldnât want to spend the night in a random club with me and my friend and his wife, so if you justââ
âIâll go with you.â
Your reply surprises him the most of course, but yourself as well, though you donât let it show. You spoke before you could think it through and not that it was said out loud and you canât take it back⊠You donât really mind it at all, to be honest.Â
âAre you trying to mess with me right now?â he asks, leaning closer, examining you with a narrow-eyed look.Â
âNo. I havenât gone out in forever actually, so I would love to.â
He stares back at you for a long moment, looking for any sign that might tell him youâre just joking, but when he sees none, he decides itâs better to just accept it.Â
âOkay. Okay, then⊠Iâll, umm⊠Iâll pick you up after work?â
âSure.âÂ
âOkay.â
âOkay,â you say after him, feeling entertained that you could surprise the always so confident Harry Styles. âSo tell me about this friend of yours. Is he hotter than you?â
His expression changes in an instant, the cockiness returns and there is the man you know andâŠ
âHe wishes,â Harry laughs. âI met him through work.â
The apartment is silent when you arrive home that night. Jeremy is working the night shift so you have the place for yourself until he comes home at around four in the morning. The bed is unmade in the bedroom, the plates he used during the day are in the sink and the hamper is full of his clothes. Itâs all waiting for you to get everything done even though you work just as much as he does. It wasnât always like this, you remember the honeymoon phase when he would cook for you and then clean up after, when he would bring you flowers for no particular reason.
When he would actually act like someone who loves you.Â
With a heavy sigh you get to work even though you just finished. When the dishes are done and the washing machine is loaded you finally sink into the couch and just sit in silence for a bit. Right until a buzzing sound interrupts your peace. Only then you notice that Jeremy left his phone on the coffee table.Â
Grabbing it you check the screen and see that one of his buddies is calling. The name flashes and you wait for it to stop. When he does, you just keep holding the phone, staring at your own reflection in the black screen.Â
Jeremy never lets his phone out of his hands, he takes it with him into the bathroom and he is always on it. Tapping on the screen the device comes to life and asks for a password. He never felt comfortable using face ID or his finger print, so he only uses a password to lock it. What he doesnât know is that youâve seen him type it out so many times that you actually figured out what it is.Â
No, itâs not your name or the date you met. Itâs his favorite line of his favorite movie.Â
I am Ironman.
Before you could think twice, you type it in, no space, capital I in Ironman and then the phone unlocks. A rush of excitement washes over you as you open the messages in an instant and start scrolling through them.Â
Texts from his dad, from his boss, from his friends and texts fromâŠ
Andrea.
And Penelope.
And Bella.
And Riley.
Unmistakable messages, photos and even voice memos. Itâs all there and you just keep scrolling and reading and it feels like it never ends. When you get to the end of one thread you find another. Itâs not just one woman, but about a dozen. Not even you can turn a blind eye over it this time.
But surprisingly, you donât feel like you want to scream or cry or punch the wall. Instead, you just put the phone back where it was, walk into the bedroom, grab a bag and start packing some stuff youâll need for the next few days. When youâre done you walk into the kitchen, grab a paper and leave him a note.Â
You have two days to move out. Take your shit and move to Andrea or Penelope or Bella or any of your bitches. Goodbye.Â
Then you take the ring off your finger, place it next to the paper and walk out.
Harry wasnât sure what he expected to see when he arrived to pick you up after your shift. He thinks youâre the most beautiful woman he has ever seen even when youâre wearing a stained shirt after a long day, so it really doesnât matter to him what you wear.
But when you step out through the back door in your skin tight black dress thatâs top sheer enough to tease him with a peek of your black bra underneath.Â
âAre you gonna just stand there and stare or are we gonna get going?â
He opens his mouth to say something, but then he just shakes his head with a laugh as you finally reach him by his bike.Â
âLetâs get going.â
You hit it off with Mitch and his wife Sarah instantly. Itâs like youâve always known each other and you canât tell if it pisses Harry off or he just likes to be the victim every time the three of you make a joke at his expense.Â
Even though itâs a Thursday night, the club is pretty busy, but not the kind that makes you want to crawl out of your skin, because someone is always touching you wherever you go. Harry however stays close to you no matter what, like a guard dog, watching your every move.Â
Itâs giving you butterflies. Especially because he is doing all this even though he doesnât know about your little secret you will share with him, but youâre waiting for the perfect moment.Â
You start off in a booth, having a few drinks, talking and having fun and when the DJ starts playing songs that are just too irresistible you and Sarah drag the men to the dance floor. They try to protest, but it doesnât last long. As gruff as Mitch can look, itâs obvious he is whipped for his wife and would do anything Sarah asks him.Â
And Harry⊠Well, the moment he sees you moving to the beat he practically glues himself to you. Though dancing is not your biggest strength, you can definitely follow the rhythm and move your body in a way thatâs appealing to the male gaze.Â
You can tell Harry is trying to keep his cool, but the more he holds himself back, the more you push his buttons. Touching him while dancing, moving in a way that obviously makes him struggle, pressing up against him and then you pull out the big guns when you start grinding on him, when you have your backside pushed against his front. His hand on your stomach twitches when your ass meets his crotch in a not-at-all innocent way and you hear his groan even over the loud music.Â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Y/N,â he speaks into your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine. You turn your head and your lips almost brush against his as you look at him innocently.
âNot having fun, Harry?â
âYouâre teasing me.â
âDo you not like it?â You turn around to face him easier, but press your front against his to keep the physical contact on the same level.Â
âY/N, youâre⊠taking it too far,â he warns you, but it just urges you to keep pushing his boundaries. Youâre enjoying this way more than you probably should but you are giving yourself the satisfaction this one time. Youâre not afraid of asking for his forgiveness later, because you have a feeling he will gladly give it.Â
âAm I doing something wrong?â
âNo, but I might if you donât stop.â
âDonât stop what?â
âActing like⊠youâre trying to seduce me.â
âI canât do that? Why?â It finally brings him to the point where you wanted him to be.
âBecause youâre engaged and Iâmââ he snaps, but you donât let him finish.
âExcept Iâm not.â
You both have stopped moving in the middle of the dancing crowd and Harry is staring at you as if he just saw a ghost. Slowly, you raise up your hand and show him your naked fingers. Reaching up he grabs your hand as if he had to physically touch your ring finger to make sure the ring is not there anymore.Â
âI ended things with Jeremy and he moved out. Iâm single.â
His gaze keeps flicking back and forth between your eyes as he just keeps staring at you, it seems like you broke him and he forgot how to function, but then his expression changes and you read it perfectly.Â
Itâs not enough for him that you and Jeremy broke up. He wants you to give him the green light.
You look down at his lips and think of all the times you fantasized about kissing them and the guilt you felt every time, but now itâs nowhere, pure desire took its place and youâre ready to give in.Â
You move a hand to the back of his neck and push yourself up, making that first move, but Harry is quick to take over from there. He moves fast as his lips crash down on yours, finally kissing you with the heat of his months long pining and never dying persistence.Â
Youâve had your fair share of passionate moments in your life before, but nothing compares to the way Harry practically devours you, heâs demanding, dominant and rough, but the more he takes from you the more youâre willing to give until he has everything in you. His hands are holding your face firmly, tilting your head in the perfect angle for him to greedily kiss you until your lips are numb and youâre gasping for air. And when you canât keep up with his hunger his mouth moves down to your neck, kissing, biting and sucking shamelessly as if you werenât on a dancefloor at a club. He has one hand move from the back of your neck into your hair, giving it a gentle tug while his other hand makes its way down your body, your ribs, your waist and then it stops on your ass, squeezing it without remorse, earning a moan from you that just riles him up even more.Â
For a split second youâre convinced he is about to fuck you right then and there in front of all those people. But to your surprise he pulls back, his hand wraps around your wrist and he starts pulling you out of the crowd. At the side he finds Mitch and Sarah dancing and he leans close to his ear. You donât hear what he says, but judging from the smirk and the way Mitch nods, he didnât try to sugarcoat anything.Â
You donât even get to say goodbye properly, Harry lets go of your wrist, but his arm is quick to curl around your waist as he leads you towards the exit. The cool night air feels refreshing after the heat inside the club, but you donât get to enjoy the change, Harry is eagerly pulling you towards his motorbike and when you reach it he pushes you against it before kissing you hard again. Your ass is pressed against the seat and for a moment you think itâs about to fall over along with you, but it stays steady while Harry is having his way with you. Then he just simply pulls back and helps you up, making sure youâre holding onto him tightly.Â
âThis will be the longest ten minutes of my life,â he says, making you laugh as he starts the motor and moments later youâre speeding down the streets.Â
It really is an excruciating ten minutes until you arrive at your place, especially because you keep squeezing your thighs against his, giving him a rather hard time and every time you have to stop at a red light, Harryâs hands are quick to find your naked legs, roaming them shamelessly until he has to hold the handles again and focus on the road.Â
As soon as he parks in front of the building and you get off the bike, he is back to focusing all his attention on you, so itâs a challenge to even make it up to your apartment. His hands are mapping up every inch of your body and he takes every chance to kiss you on the lips, neck or shoulder, making it almost impossible for you to even open the front door, but at last you manage and he is quick to shut the door and then push you up against it.Â
But he is not kissing you this time, instead he looks at you with such passion and tenderness at the same time, it makes your whole body shiver.Â
âTell me no at any point, okay?â
âOkay,â you whisper as a sudden nervousness washes over you. You are not nearly as experienced as he is and sex with Jeremy had been more about his quick relief rather than something you both could enjoy the same amount.Â
âHey, we donât have to do anything tonight. Holding you is more than I even hoped for tonight,â he admits with a chuckle and he gives you a short, soft kiss.Â
âI want to. I just⊠Iâm afraid I wonât be⊠good enough.â
Youâre nervously fidgeting with the neck of his shirt while his hands are plastered to the door behind you either side of you, keeping you caged in with his body.Â
âAngel, you had me running after you for two months and the past weeks felt like the longest foreplay of my life,â he chuckles. âI should be the one being nervous about coming in ten seconds.â
You canât help but crack a smile at his words and he did ease your nerves a bit, but youâre still worried. With one hand he caresses the side of your face so softly, you almost question if he is the same man who was groping your ass not long ago in a packed club.Â
âI doubt you could ever not be good enough for anyone but especially for me.â
Your inside melts and there are no words that could describe the way he is making you feel. But instead of talking, you push yourself against him and kiss him, urging yourself to overcome your insecurities so he doesnât regret choosing you.Â
You manage to hype yourself up so well that when you reach your bedroom you pull away and make him stop at the edge of the bed as you stand just a few feet away from him. His eyes roam up and down your body with such hunger you have never seen from a man before and it gives you that last boost to step your game up.Â
With slow, teasing movements you start to pull your dress up, revealing more and more from your legs, than your underwear and when the fabric is bunched up around your waist you cross your arms, grab the hem and pull it up and over your head before dropping to the floor, all while Harry is eating you up with his eyes, sitting there with the smuggest smirk on his face as he watches you like he is in a movie theater.Â
âFucking perfect. Come here,â he holds a hand out that you take and he pulls you between his legs, placing your hands to his shoulders as his palms slide to the back of your thighs. He places a few open mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts before his hands squeeze your thighs, urging you to move your legs and make you straddle him. As you climb to his lap he captures your lips in a toe curling kiss and he catches you by surprise when he flips the two of you over and throws you into the mattress.Â
He straightens up but just enough to get rid of his shirt, revealing even more tattoos you havenât seen and a toned chest with abs youâre already burning to touch, kiss or lick. Or all of these above. He comes back down on top of you, his lips return to yours while his hand easily slides underneath you, unclasping your bra and seconds later he is throwing it across the room before his mouth starts moving down your neck, collarbones and then to your chest. You rake your fingers through his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple and you gasp when he gently bites and tugs on it, flashing you a cheeky smirk when he looks up at you before he keeps moving down on your body. When he reaches your underwear he takes the elastic between his teeth and tugs on it then lets it go so it snaps back against your skin, making you gasp and give him a protesting look, but it just makes him chuckle.Â
âWhat? Donât tell me you didnât wear it for me,â he mumbles against the lacy fabric, skimming it with his lips.Â
âI did, but not to have you play with it,â you breathe out, however you quite like how playful he can get even in such a heated moment. This is a side of him youâve gotten to get just a glimpse of but youâre getting the full ride now.Â
âAlright. Next time then,â he shrugs and hooking his fingers into the elastic he tugs it down as you lift your hips up and soon it joins the rest of your clothes on the floor, leaving you fully naked in front of him. But before you could worry about your looks, his mouth is already on your throbbing clit, making you forget about your whole existence.Â
He turns you into a whiny mess with his lips and tongue in just seconds and when he adds his fingers into the equation all you can do is repeat his name like a prayer to all powers above. Youâve never experienced anything like this, not that anyone youâd been with did it the way Harry is. Before you could even process whatâs happening youâre coming on his face and he is licking up every drop of it in every possible sense.Â
Your body already feels like jelly when he moves back up and he kisses you with your own taste still on his tongue, but he is not even nearly done with you.Â
He kneels up and unbuttons his pants and then pushes them down along with his boxer briefs so now youâre looking at just how good enough he is finding you. You canât take your eyes off his erection, itâs big, rock hard and the tip is glistening from the precum. Itâs like the sight has turned on something inside you, because before you could have a second thought youâre moving until youâre on your knees as well, hands wrapping on his cock. Harry moans at your touch and a triumphant smile stretches across your lips as you lean down and donât stop until your lips are wrapped around the head.Â
He sits back onto his heels, eyes glued to you as you struggle to push further and further down his length every time your head bobs down. Youâre far from taking his whole cock, but every time you go down again and again he keeps praising you.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so good.â
âLook at that mouth, taking my cock so well.â
âThatâs it Angel, you make me feel so fucking good.â
You donât stop until your jaw is sore and when you finally come up he doesnât hesitate to kiss you hard, pushing you back onto the mattress as he lands on top of you again.Â
Half blindly, you reach towards the nightstand and into the drawer, grabbing a condom and handing it over to him. Youâd love to be the one to roll it onto his cock, but your hands are starting to shake from how much you want to feel him inside you already.Â
Once the condom is on he lowers his hips between your legs and you feel his length wedge between your drenched folds. He moves his hips back and forth a few times, coating his length in your arousal before reaching down between your bodies and grabbing himself by the base.Â
âAs much as I want to take you in every possible pose, I meant that I might not last long,â he chuckles as the head is already teasing your center. âBut I wonât stop until you come again. And Iâll have all my fantasies played out next time.â
Next time. These two words make your heart jump, knowing that he is planning to have a next time and youâre still thinking about that when he finally thrusts forward and into you, filling you up inch by inch until his whole length is buried inside you.Â
He stills for a few seconds, maybe to let you get used to his size or maybe to regulate himself enough to last longer, you donât know for sure. But then his lips capture yours again and he starts moving. His hips are rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm and when you hook your legs around his waist he picks his pace up and his thrusts become a bit rougher than before, but itâs just what you needed.Â
Your second orgasm is already building up in the pit of your stomach and you claw at his back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his moans getting muffled by your heated skin. You feel his muscles flex on his back and you can tell he is close, but he is fighting to hold back for you.
He lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours, keeping his rhythm steady and you see the struggle in his eyes.Â
âIâm close,â you breathe out and he nods with an almost torturous look. âLet it go, Harry, I want to feel you come.â
âNot until youââ
âThatâs what I need,â you urge him and he moans before he thrusts forward harder than before, he stays still for a moment, gasping for air as he pulls back and slams into you again, riding out his own orgasm that quickly triggers yours.Â
Seeing him fall apart because of you is all you needed.Â
He keeps moving for a while, but his thrusts become sloppier until they come to a halt. His whole weight is pushing against your body as your hands are lazily dancing up and down his sweaty back. You feel his heart hammering against your chest and listen to how his breathing slowly steadies before he rolls off of you. Moving with him you curl up against him, your head resting on his chest.Â
Then, out of the blue he lets out a soft chuckle. Curiously you lift your head to look at him questioningly.Â
âI think I need an award for lasting that long,â he comments and you laugh with him until his hand cradles your face and he pulls you up for a soft, lazy kiss.Â
A siren wakes you up that passes by the bedroom window. You grimace with your eyes still closed as you roll from one side to the other, your hand reaching out, searching for Harryâs body, like you did during the night, but this time all you find is the empty mattress beside you.
It instantly sets off a siren in your head as well.Â
Sitting up you look at the rumpled sheets on the right side of the bed, but Harry is still not there. Your stomach drops as you crawl out of bed and grab a shirt and a pair of panties to put on quickly before walking out of the bedroom, hoping you might find him in the kitchen making breakfast, but when all you find is your own mess from the day before, panic takes over.
There wonât be next time. That was just an empty promise, he left you just like he left everyone else. How could you even think that you were different?
Tears are dwelling in your eyes as you wrap your arms around you, but then you hear the front door open and you turn around to find Harry walking in, balancing two coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other.
âHey, youâre up! I went to get us breakfast, because I didnât find much in your fridge andâY/N, are you crying?â
âNo,â you shake your head, but then a sob bubbles from your throat. Harry places the cups and the bag to the side table and rushes over to you in panic.Â
âWhat happened? Talk to me,â he pleads, but you just shake your head, embarrassed that you instantly assumed the worst of him.Â
It takes only a couple of seconds for Harry to put the puzzle pieces together as well.
âYou thought I left,â he says.Â
âI got scared for a moment when I didnât find you.â
He doesnât try to play it off or play the victim. He pulls you into a tight hug and gently sways until you calm down. When he pulls back and looks you in the eyes all you see in his gaze is determination.Â
âRemember what I told you the night when I dropped you off at your sisterâs place?â
âThat I should look at Jeremy with criticism.â
âBefore that.â You remain silent because you canât recall what else was said that night. âI said that I will gladly prove to you that my interest in you is genuine.â
Oh, yeah. You remember that.
âThe proving starts now. I will do anything to earn your trust.â
âEven if it takes a long time?â you ask, biting into your bottom lip. He smiles warmly at you.
âEven if it takes forever.â
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i'm being forced by myself to make a proper post for this poll. may gojo reign as a codependent king for years to come.
Cuteness Aggression With The Yan!JJK Boys.
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Mahito, and Sukuna.
TW: Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Implied Non/Con.
Gojo is near-violent. Expect to be constantly covered in bruises from his habit of full-body tackling you whenever he notices you're wearing one of his shirts or curled up in his bed or quirking your lips in the way he's never been able to resist. Tends to hold onto you for a while, too, keeping you pressed against him while he squeals and coos about how adorable his partner is, making you sound like more of an especially beloved pet rather than a live-in captive. No amount of squirming will distract him, either - he's going to be there until someone literally pries him off of you which, because there's a good chance he's already got you locked up tight in that luxury penthouse of his, isn't going to be anytime soon.
Geto is more used to receiving affection than dulling it out, so he doesn't really know what to do with himself when he's suddenly overwhelmed with the temptation to wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stop laughing in a way that makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. In the end, he sorta just,,, picks you up and starts carrying you around like a giant cat. Maybe pinches your cheek when you inevitably start complaining and ask to be put down. Cult members who ask why you've been slung over his shoulder for the past hour and a half are immediately done away with and curse-users don't fair much better.
Nanami, as the only (relatively) emotionally-regulated person on this list, takes it in-stride. He tries not to force affection onto you, so he'll settle for a few headpats and maybe a kiss to your forehead, if you aren't absolutely terrified of him at that point. If you catch him in a more vulnerable state, either injured or exhausted, he might be a little more forceful - wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you against his chest, where he can hold you until you eventually give-in and stop struggling, but at least he tries to hold himself back. Sometimes. Maybe. If you're lucky, that day.
Toji is almost as bad as Geto, but not quite as awkward. He tends to scoop you up, drag you away from whatever you're doing, and lay you down where he can pepper your face with kisses and whine when you shove at his chest. He usually lets you go after a few minutes, but it's in your best interest not to squirm too much until he does. He'll just smirk and kiss your neck and say something about how precious his little sweetheart is being, today. The fondness-motivated aggression is short-lived. What he'll do if you give him the idea that you might need more of his affection won't be.
Mahito is twice as unhinged as Gojo and only half as self-conscious. His only saving grace is that, by the time he gets genuinely overwhelmed by something you do, you're going to be used to weathering his constant attempts to suffocate you via forty-five minute hugs. When he realizes how cutely you wince when he pokes a fresh bruise and decides he has to dig his teeth into your shoulder and refuse to let go about it, you'll probably be too used to his ""affection"" to do anything other than sigh and make sure he doesn't severe anything important, this time.
Sukuna is, in his defense, rarely gentle about anything, so you really can't expect him to have a gentle reaction when he sees what an adorable reaction you wear as you wait for him to take his first drink from the chalice you laced with you most recent poisonous fixation. You can kick and thrash all you want as two of his arms loop under yours and pull you onto his lap, as he cups your face and shoves tongue down your throat and wonders aloud if you taste as endearing as you look. He always keeps you by his side, but for the rest of the day, he won't be satisfied unless you're practically on top of him, riding on his shoulders or straddling his thigh. He'll even drink your deadly little elixir straight from the bottle, if you ask him to. It won't work, but you know, it's the thought that counts and all <3
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here are some preliminary sketches I had done in my sketchbook for the peepaw chilchuck comic.
I wanted to follow it up with some worldbuilding thoughts I had while working on it, if that sort of thing is interesting to anyone:
- itâd take place 5ish years post-canon
- I changed almost everyoneâs hair to show time had passed. Chilchuck and Kabru were the most drastic (I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT LONG HAIR KABRU THAT KUI DREW), Marcille grew out her bangs, Senshiâs beard is slightly shorter, and Izutsumiâs hair is mildly longer. Laios and Falin give me the impression that theyâre the brand of neurodivergent thatâd pick one haircut and stick to it for the rest of their lives. I almost gave Laios facial hair but idk heâs gotten over his daddy issue enough for that.
- Emertim Chils: I tried to follow both the half-foot and dwarven naming conventions for the baby, so Emer- comes from âemeraldâ (dwarven names are often gemstones or ore) and -tim because Chilchuckâs fatherâs first name was Tim :) Dwarves donât have family names, so Emertim would take Chils, same as Flertom. Usually theyâre named after their father but I didnât wanna name a random dwarf man. thank you Chel for helping name him đ«¶đ
- Initially the idea that Chilchuck would keep an entire grandchild a secret was just a joke, but it made sense when I thought about it. I wonder,, would dwarf/half-foot couples have trouble conceiving? Because if so, Iâd imagine Flertom may have lost a couple pregnancies. Chilchuck is already such a private person, and I donât think heâd feel comfortable airing his daughterâs grief like that. They wouldnât wanna tell anyone until they were sure this baby was gonna make it.
- For the above reason, Chilchuck would absolutely spoil this kid. Not that he wouldnât have spoiled his grandkids anyway, but I think after all that stress, heâd be extra extra doting. Heâd be letting him do things heâd never DREAM of letting his own daughters do. Completely different parenting style.
- I think heâs still too prideful to take advantage of Laios being King (sidenote: is Laios even wealthy??? does a kingdom that sprung up from a previously-sunken continent even have money?? what the fuck is their economy), but like,,, if Laios offered any gifts he wouldnât exactly say no.
- Izutsumi surprisingly really likes the baby :3 sheâd like to take naps with him and heâd like her purrs and sheâd have a lot of fun playing with him.
- SENSHI. meemaw mode. That kid would grow up not realizing Senshi isnât technically one of his grandads. He is FEEEEEDING this kid.
- LAIOS DOES GET TO HOLD THE BABY!!!!!! just. eventually. They donât actually expect a Tarrare situation LMAO they just wait until the kid is a little less fragile and a little more mobile. I think Laios would be really good with toddlers.
- Chilchuck is very thankful Emertimâs half-foot genes kick in sooner than later because he was getting too big for him to carry.
- Emertim would probably get the extended lifespan. He and Marcille would get to stay friends for a very very long time :â)
- my personal headcanon is that Chilchuck and his wife decide to split. He still loves her and itâs probably still a bit mutual, but after four years of almost no-contact, they decide their communication issues arenât working well for their relationship. Plus, the Adventurerâs Bible says Chilchuck is renting their old house out to family, and heâd feel bad kicking them out so he and wife could move back in. Theyâd still be on good terms, and would be good at coordinating when to babysit.
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⥠ïžê±áŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊ: After being the forgotten one your whole life, you thought that they wouldn't forget you.
⥠ïžáŽĄáŽÊÉŽÉȘÉŽÉąê±: Angst
⥠ïžê±ÊÉȘáŽ: poly!marauders x reader
⥠ê±áŽÊÉȘáŽê± : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
The next morning, the Great Hall buzzed with the usual clamor of students, but at the Maraudersâ table, an unusual silence hung over them like a storm cloud. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter sat in a tense huddle, their eyes flicking nervously toward the entrance every few seconds, waiting. Hoping. Dreading.
âWeâve really messed up this time,â James muttered, raking a hand through his messy hair. His usual confident smirk was nowhere to be found.
âYeah, no shit,â Peter added quietly, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he avoided eye contact with the others.
Remus sat slouched over, dark circles under his eyes, his skin pale and sickly. The last full moon had been brutal, and he was still nursing fresh wounds that ran deep, not just on his skin but in his heart. He felt the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him like a vice. He shouldâve been there. They all shouldâve been there. And now? Now, you probably hated them. He didnât blame you.
âItâs my fault,â Remus whispered, his voice hoarse. âI shouldâveââ
âMoony, no,â James interrupted firmly, though his voice was softer than usual. âIt wasnât your fault. We shouldâve told her. We all agreed on that date, but we thought youâd be fine by then. No one expected the moon to be that bad.â
Peter nodded in agreement, but his expression remained grim. âBut we couldnât tell her, could we? Not about⊠yâknow.â
Remus flinched at the unspoken word. His furry problem. His secret. The one they all kept from you. It wasnât because they didnât trust youâit was because they were scared. Scared of how youâd react. Scared youâd leave. Scared youâd see Remus as a monster.
âI just⊠I didnât want her to see me like this,â Remus whispered, his hand unconsciously tracing the new scar on his cheek, the fresh reminder of what he became once a month. He looked down at the table, ashamed. âShe doesnât know. She wouldn't understand.â
Sirius, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, tried to lighten the mood. âSheâll come around,â he said, forcing a grin that didnât quite reach his eyes. âSheâll understand once we explain, right? I mean, itâs us. She knows we wouldnâtââ
But even Sirius couldnât finish the sentence. His bravado faltered. The truth was, they had stood you up. They had left you waiting for hours, no explanation, no word. Even for them, this was unforgivable. And deep down, Sirius knew it. He knew they had hurt you, badly.
âWe fucked up,â he admitted quietly, the words heavy with the weight of his own guilt.
The others didnât argue. They knew it too.
The sound of the Great Hall doors opening made all four boys tense. You walked in with Lily and Mary, the two girls chatting lightly beside you. But you⊠you looked different. Your usual bright smile was gone, your eyes tired and distant. You carried yourself like someone trying desperately to hold it together, and the sight of you like that felt like a punch to the gut for all of them.
James sat up straighter, his eyes glued to you, willing you to look at them. Please sit with us, he thought, as if he could somehow send the message telepathically. But you didnât. You didnât even glance in their direction. You walked straight past their table, your shoulders stiff, as if you were physically forcing yourself not to look.
Remusâs heart dropped into his stomach as he watched you sit down between Lily and Mary. He couldnât tear his eyes away from you, though. You looked so⊠hurt. And knowing that he was the reason for it made him feel like the monster he tried so hard to hide from you.
âShe didnât even look at us,â Peter whispered, his voice laced with panic. âWhat if theyâwhat if she never talks to us again?â
James didnât respond. He couldnât. He was too busy staring at you, silently begging for you to look over. He needed to see your eyes, needed to know if there was still a chance to fix this. But you didnât.
And then, for the first time, Siriusâs forced optimism broke completely. âWe really fucked up, didnât we?â His voice was low, defeated, and filled with the kind of despair that none of them had ever heard from him before.
Remus closed his eyes, swallowing hard against the guilt that was clawing at his throat. He wanted to run over to you, to pull you aside and explain everything, to beg for forgiveness. But what would he even say? How could he explain all the times they had lied, all the times they had kept him away from you after full moons, how they had kept you in the dark? He couldnât. Not yet.
And so, they sat there in silence, helpless, watching the person they loved more than anything in the world drift further and further away.
You tried to ignore their stares, you really did. But you could feel their eyes on you, especially Remusâs. There was a tension in the air, thick and suffocating, making it impossible for you to concentrate on anything Lily or Mary were saying. Your heart was aching, twisting painfully in your chest, but you refused to give in to it. Not again. Not after last night.
But despite your best efforts, your eyes betrayed you. For just a moment, you glanced over at their table, and your heart clenched when you saw them.
Remus looked terrible. Pale, sick, with fresh scars on his face that you hadnât noticed before. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, his shoulders slumped as if he was carrying the weight of the world on them. You felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest, the urge to rush over and hug him overwhelming for a split second. You loved him. You loved all of them.
But then the anger came rushing back, drowning out the guilt. If Remus had been sick, if something had happened, they could have told you. They should have told you. Instead, they had left you alone, waiting, wondering if you even mattered to them at all.
You noticed the fresh scar across Remusâs cheek, and your mind wandered back to the countless times you had questioned him about his scars before. He had always brushed it off, closed himself off from you. And the boys? They gave the most ridiculous, unbelievable excuses every single time. You werenât stupid. You knew something was going on, something they werenât telling you, and it hurt. It hurt so much more than you wanted to admit.
How could you be their girlfriend, but still feel so shut out? Why didnât they trust you enough to tell you the truth? That thought hit you harder than anything. Maybe you werenât as important to them as they were to you. Maybe you were just⊠an afterthought.
You clenched your jaw, determined not to let the tears fall this time. You werenât going to let them see you cry again. You wouldnât give them that satisfaction.
But the truth was, no matter how angry or hurt you were, you still loved them. And that hurt most of all.
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A Family Affair
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings:Â NON-CON/DUB-CON, STEPCEST, age gap, plus size!reader, infidelity
â„ banner by @vase-of-lilies | â„ divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: It's no secret that Rafe doesn't care for his stepmother, so when he suddenly starts being nice to you following his father's neglect, you're relieved to think that you can finally start acting like a family.
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You sighed to yourself as the sound of Wardâs light snores faded behind you, your feet carrying you down the hall as you sought something to drink. It was late, and while you shouldâve been asleep alongside the rest of the house, you were wide awake. Your thoughts strayed to your husband, and a familiar pang made your chest ache. Per usual, you attempted to ignore it, but the late hour and solitude prevented you from doing so.
Ward was so busy with business as of late, and while you knew what you were getting into when you married him, you hadnât anticipated just how often youâd find yourself alone and without him. It wasnât so bad the first few times you found yourself scarcely seeing him for weeks on endâbusiness eventually letting up and allowing him to spend more time with you before the cycle repeatedâbut it started to get old after a while. The constant back and forth and ebb and flow of your relationshipâŠ
âDonât you like the nice house? The fancy cars? The semi-annual trips?â was what heâd asked you one day when you brought it up.
At your reluctant nod, heâd merely given you a soft smile and a kiss on the cheek.
âYou know itâs never temporary,â heâd murmured against your skin, trailing his fingers down your arm. âWork just pulls me away, sometimes.â
That was almost a year ago, and you were even less used to it, now.
The lifestyle made up for it in some ways, the sex in others, but you never thought youâd find yourself thinking that it was your stepchildren who really brought you so much joy on those days where you wondered if this relationship was fulfilling enough. You smiled into your glass at the thought of them, shaking your head as you remembered something Sarah had said the day before. They were far from perfectâone more so than the other twoâbut it was in a way that was almost endearing. Most of the timeâŠ
You swallowed down a sigh along with your drink as you thought of a familiar dirty blond.
Rafe Cameron was Wardâs only son, and such a title brought along lots of expectations that Rafe ever failed to live up to. You still couldnât quite tell if Ward expected so much of him or if Rafe just refused to apply himself. You settled on something in between, a little bit of both of that from both of them. It made you sad, sometimes, and over the past few years youâd done your best to help and be there for Rafe, but all of your effort seemed to be in vain.
The twenty year old just didnât like youâŠand you wondered if he ever would.
He was never shy about his feelings regarding you and on some level you appreciated the transparency, but on another it did sting a bit. There were moments where you wondered if he simply thought you werenât good enough for Ward. You quickly learned how shallow Rafe could be, and it wasnât like you were the thinnest woman out thereâfar from it, in fact. It definitely wouldnât surprise you to learn he felt his father could do better in that department, but for some reason, you just didnât buy that excuse.
The looks he gave you and the cold manner in which he talked to you sometimes made you feel like it was something far more personal than something as mundane as weight. It was moments like these where you realized just how much Rafeâs behavior got to you, and not because it hurt particularly bad, but mostly because you didnât understand it.
You found yourself entertaining the same kind of thoughts a few nights later when face to face with Rafe, declining his âsuggestionâ of throwing a little âget togetherâ.
The younger man wasnât happy with the discussion, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheekâa tell-tale sign of his annoyance youâd come to learnâ as he eyed you like you were something heâd find on the bottom of his shoe. With a soft scoff, he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the back of the couch. You didnât appreciate the small curve of his lips.
âYou realize I'm an adult, rightâŠ? And that I technically donât have to ask you permission for anythingâŠrightâŠ?â
You licked your own lips, briefly glancing away with a sigh.
âIs that why you brought it up to me instead of just telling your father what youâre going to do?â
His expression shifted, the smile dropping from his lips, and you watched the way his jaw ticked.
âWard would flat out tell you no, and you know it. Iâm simply telling you no more than ten people. The last âget togetherâ you had here is still a little fresh in all of our minds, and youâre lucky Iâm compromising at all after Wheezie found a condom in her room,â you reminded him. âThereâs a reason youâre having this conversation with me and not Ward.â
Rafeâs nostrils flared, but he otherwise said nothing.
His silence gave you the opportunity to let out a sigh, stepping towards him. You didnât miss the way his eyes closely followed the movement, used to him watching your every move. It was like Rafe didnât trust your very presence, something you were sure heâd be over by now, but time had yet to prove you right.
âIâm on your side, Rafe. You understand that, right?â
He merely looked away from you, and you continued.
âI donât enjoy you and Ward being at odds. You and I are a whole other conversation, but you and your father? Iâm trying to help you help yourself, and you just seem to fight me every step of the way-.â
âYouâre not my mother,â the blond coldly interrupted, making you swallow.
It wasnât his sentiments that surprised you, but that he was actually saying it aloud. You long knew and accepted that Rafe didnâtâand probably wouldnât everâsee you as such, but you were taken aback by him saying it and also saying it to your face.
âYouâre just some thick thirty something piece of ass my dad married because heyâŠitâs not socially acceptable for a fifty-year old man to marry some twenty-five year old, so a thirty-eight year old is the next best thing he can get without being called a weirdo.â
He said all of this with a casual shrug, throwing his hands up, and you blinked.
You watched him as he straightened himself, slowly approaching you as he sniffed, eyeing you in a way thatâfor the first time everâactually made you want to hide away from the world.
âDonât worry about the party. Iâll just have it somewhere elseâŠâ
Rafe didnât give you time to respond, brushing by you and leaving you to mull over his harsh words alone.
âOh!â
You clutched your water bottle to you, eyes wide as they landed on Kelce of all people in your kitchen. The dark skinned young man was merely getting a snack, nothing that caused for any kind of alarm, but you simply hadnât even known he was here. His presence surprised you, and clearly yours surprised him by the way he also looked at you with wide eyes. Although you didnât understand why.
This was your house, after allâŠ
âHow long have you been in the house?â you wondered, moving to the sink to refill your bottle.
âUhâŠonly about twenty minutes,â was his answer.
You nodded at that, understanding why you hadnât been privy to his presence. Youâd been lounging by the pool for at least forty-five, and when you turned back around, Kelceâs dark eyes met yours, the look on his face unreadable. The silence between you felt awkward for some reason, and you hesitantly took a sip of water, eyeing him with a frown.
âIs Topper here too? Do I need to make extra pasta tonight?â
âUh, yeah. I meanâŠyes to the Topper question, and no to the other. Weâre not staying,â he said with a shrug just as you heard loud footsteps on the stairs. âI actually think Rafe is chilling at my place tonight.â
âOkay,â you slowly responded with an even slower nod, still unsure about the look on his face.
You were going to ask him if he was alright when another familiar face joined you both, Topper stopping just at the entrance of the kitchen. His brows rose a tad when his gaze landed on you, and whatever look passed over his features had come and gone too fast for you to name.
âHey, Mrs. Cameron,â he greeted. âGoing for a swim?â
You briefly glanced down at your bathing suit, fixing him with a look that had him nodding.
âRight, stupid questionâŠâ
You looked between the both of them, curiously and suspiciously, mind running wild with the possibilities of just what could be going on with them.
You settled on weed.
âIf you three are smoking up thereâŠâ
They both rushed to deny that, frantically correcting you.
âNo, no, weâre justâŠyou look very pretty today,â Topper politely said.
The complimentâeven if a little backhandedâtook you by surprise, having not expected that, at all. You looked between them again, recognizing the appreciative look in Kelceâs gaze at last, and you let out a small snort. It was flattering in the way a compliment from a child was, and you shook your head.
âThank you, Topper,â you finally replied, moving to leave the kitchen. âIâll be outside if any of you need anything.â
You hoped that they wouldnât. Aside from the three of them, the house was empty, and youâd been taking advantage of such all day. A nice glass of lemon water, an engaging book, and a beautiful sky was all the company you needed to relax poolside. You really didnât want that to be disturbed by college sophomores burning down the kitchen.
As you made your way towards the backdoor, you briefly caught sight of Rafe standing at the top of the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other occupied with his phone. His gaze broke away from the device just as you looked up, and your gazes only connected for a second or two before you were looking away, but not before throwing him a small smile.
You knew he wouldnât return it.
The rest of your day was spent as peacefully as you hoped, Kelceâs words ringing true when Rafe did eventually leave the house with no intention of returning it seemed. You were done cooking just as Sarah and Wheezie came home, and although Ward partook in supper, he did have to leave early and retire to his study. You got the feeling that heâd be coming to bed late again, and as much as you tried, you couldnât ignore that annoying tickle in your chest.
A small voice in your head told you there was a fine line between work and spousal neglect, and youâd shaken your head, cursing yourself for being so dramatic. Besides, even if Ward was neglecting you a tad, a million women would kill to be in your position. A few months without proper affection and alone time with your husband was nothing when you considered the lifestyle you were living.
Especially for someone who looked like you.
Your life could be a whole lot worse, and you promptly told yourself to stop acting so spoiled. It was just another rough work patch, something you should be more than used to. Granted, this time seemed to be dragging on longer than the others, but you knew that Ward would be able to step back some time soon and take you on dates and spend time with you and make love to you like he normally did.
You just needed to be patient.
âYou really donât have to help clean up, Rafe.â
That was what you told the younger man as he grabbed the leftover casserole, searching for a tupperware to put it in. You eyed him but not in a way that was thankful or curious but instead in a way that wasâŠperplexed. Youâd been eyeing him that way for weeks, now, and you couldnât find it in you to care if you were being subtle or not.
Graduallyâalmost too gradually for you to notice in the beginningâRafe had softened towards you. That mightâve been the wrong word to use, but he was noticeably more agreeableânot necessarily kindâand it had thrown you for a loop from the first moment you noticed it. It was something so smallâputting gas back in your car after heâd borrowed it to be exactâbut it was also so out of the ordinary for Rafe that you couldnât help but to linger on it. Youâd stood by the door for what felt like minutes, still holding the keys heâd dropped in your hand.
It wouldâve been easy to write it off as a one time uncharacteristic display of behavior but then he was asking if you wanted anything before he headed out and was helping you clean up after dinner and was replacing that one thing you were about to run out of before you even had the chance to. You werenât complaining in the slightest, but you had gone to Ward to ask what heâd said to the younger Cameron to get him to treat you better.
âNothing, I swear,â Ward had said to you, pulling you into his lap at his desk. âMaybe heâs just realizing how lucky he is to have you.â
Youâd resisted the urge to roll your eyes at that, positive that Ward had found a way to put the fear of God into your stepson.
âI helped make the mess, didnât I?â Rafe drawled, responding to you. âBesides, itâs not like Iâve got plans tonight.â
You frowned at his back at that, finding that incredibly hard to believe. If Rafe wasnât with his friends, then he was spending his free time with his girlfriend. Youâd never officially met her, but you heard him mention her in passing sometimes, and you were positive she was who youâd seen him at The Wreck with once. She was blonde and thin and as stereotypically Kook as one could get. She seemed just Rafeâs type, and wondering if she was out of town or something, you asked him.
He didnât respond right away, and you almost assumed that youâd overstepped, tried to force this relationship too far too fast, and you'd be confronted with the Rafe you were used to at any moment now. However, the younger man only shrugged, putting the casserole in the fridge.
âShe just has other plans tonightâŠâ
The response was vague, but you left it alone, simply nodding.
When Rafe needed to get by you to put the empty dish in the dishwasher, his hand briefly touched the small of your back, and you gave it no mind but you did eye him again as he put more dishes in the dishwasher. Ward may have sworn up and down that he didnât say anything to Rafe, but you surely didnât believe him. You supposed that it didnât matter either way, not particularly picky about whatever forced Rafe to start respecting you.
The other man wasnât rolling his eyes at you and insulting you and giving you looks that could chill ice. That was all that mattered, and so pleased with Rafeâs forced change of heart, there were moments that you forgot about how tied up Ward was with work. After all, youâd long noted that it was your stepchildren that were the biggest pleasant surprises in your marriage, and now that that included Rafe, you almost didnât mind that a month turned into two and then into three and eventually four of hardly any affection from your husband.Â
Your mind was off of itâŠuntil Rafe was mentioning it.
âIf I wasnât so sure that heâs obsessed with you, Iâd think he was soft launching a divorce or somethingâŠâ
You frowned at Rafeâs words, giving him a look that he clearly felt because he looked up from his phone. The look in your eyes must have portrayed your thoughts well because Rafe rolled his eyes, reaching over and touching your shoulder.
âItâs called a joke,â he drawled. âI know how hectic work has been lately. Trust if he could be up under you all the time, he would.â
The way Rafe said that gave you pause, thrown by the slight bitterness you swore you heard there. Youâd always had the brief thought that maybe Rafe was just jealous of your relationship with Ward, his desire for the other manâs approval no secret. It wouldnât be unheard of for a child to envy the part of their parent that couldnât be shared with them but with a lover or friend instead. Rafe was continuing before you could linger on that thought though.
âIâm just pointing out that work hasnât ever been this bad beforeâŠâ
He only just dropped his hand from your shoulder.
âI know he probably hates it as much as you do, but unlike you, he canât distract himself with Wheezie or Sarah or shopping or days spent by the poolâŠâ
Rafe trailed off, a glint in his eyes that came and went, and you watched as he pulled his lip between his teeth before fixing you with a haughty smile.
âItâll pass,â he shrugged.
You had never worried that it wouldnât, but if even Rafe had noticed, you started to wonder if maybe you should.
âUhâŠyeah, Rafeâs just upstairs.â
You moved out of the way to let the younger girl in, the ire on her face as clear as day. You watched her as she stomped up the stairs, and you worriedly wondered if youâd done the right thing. What if Rafe wasnât expecting her? Even worseâŠwhat if they were in some kind of fight and she chose to hash it out here? Closing the front door, you quickly made your way to the bottom of the stairs, surprised to hear their voices so clearly.
It was clear to you that he hadnât let her in his room.
âThe whole nonchalant boyfriend thing is getting old, Rafe.â
You blinked at that.
âEvery time I want to see you, itâs excuses. You cancel half the plans we make, and when you are with me, your mind is a million miles away,â the blonde girl practically spat. âSo, you either donât have the balls to dump me or thereâs someone else.â
Her tone got particularly nasty near the end there.
â...and God knows I would love to see who youâd dare to cheat on me with.â
This conversation felt too personalâtoo rawâand you slowly backed away just as Rafe let out a cold chuckle. You made your way to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner, the task having been interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Your frown deepened as you chopped onions, unsure of what was going on between Rafe and his girlfriend but hoping he had the decency to treat her right.
You mulled over her words, confusion filling you as they played in your mind. Rafe had been spending so much time at home the past few months that you found it hard to believe heâd been putting an ounce of effort into anyone else. The only woman you were sure he was spending a considerable amount of time with wasâŠwellâŠyou. The thought made you snort, but it was the truth. It was funny because you were sure that youâd seen more of Rafe than you had your own husband as of late..
So many times you were already asleep when he came to bed, and when you woke up, his side of the bed was empty. There had been quite a few days when Rafe was the only other person at the breakfast table and some days where he was wading in the same pool you were lounging by or just scrolling on his phone while you read on the couch. Ward had long told you he hadnât said a thing to Rafe about treating you better, and at the time you hadnât believed him, but you also felt like you knew Rafe well, and you knew he wasnât the type to do what he didnât want to do for longâif at all.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of their hushed voices traveling into the kitchen as they moved through the house, tones angry.
âDo not talk about her like that,â Rafe suddenly spat, those words as clear as day, and you paused in what you were doing.
A few more hushed words were angrily exchanged, and it wasnât long before you heard the door slam.
âRafeâŠâ
Your disappointed tone was all that met him when he stepped into the kitchen, and he eyed you, a hand in his pocket.
âItâs not what you think,â was all he said. âSheâs full of herself, alright? If Iâm not in the mood to be around her then I must be cheating.â
You pressed your lips together as he neared the island.
âI donât know⊠It sounded like she has every reason to suspect to me.â
Rafe fixed you with a look you couldnât name, a smirk dancing along his lips.
âEavesdroppingâŠ?â
Now, you rolled your eyes, giving him a pointed look.
âNot on purpose, no, but⊠Whoever this other girl is, defending her like that to your girlfriend surely wonât earn you any points.â
His laugh took you by surprise, and you looked at him as he leaned his forearms on the island top, looking up at you from beneath his lashes. His hair kissed his forehead.
âI wasnât defending some âother girlâ,â he chuckled, shaking his head. âI was defending you.â
You faltered at that, blinking with parted lips.
âShe said something about having to talk to you just to see me andâŠâ he shrugged. âI didnât like it.â
You didnât know what to say to that, simply settling for âohâ.
âTrust me there is no other girlâŠjust you, and itâs not your fault that my stepmom is more interesting to be around than that stuck up bimbo.â
You didnât like the way he talked about her, but he was patting your hand and leaving the kitchen before you could reprimand him on it.
You werenât all that surprised to find your living room occupied by familiar facesâmore than used to itâbut you were taken aback when one of those familiar faces greeted you with a charming grin.
âHey, Mrs. CameronâŠâ
Kelceâs tone made you roll your eyes, and you didnât miss the way Topper lightly hit his arm.
âAfternoon,â you said, a comment about the weather on your lips when the dark skinned boy was suddenly on his feet.
âLet me help you with those,â he hurried to say, taking half of the grocery bags before you had a chance to protest. âThey look kind of heavy for you.â
âOh, itâs not that bad,â you lightly told him.
You supposed that Kelce found himself with a bit of a crush on youâyou werenât stupidâbut it was harmless. After all, it manifested in ways such as him complimenting you when he saw you and helping you put groceries away. It was hardly anything to find fault in and complain about. At least, that was how you saw it, but evidently others didnât agree.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
The cold voice had you both pausing, and for a brief moment, you couldâve sworn it was Ward, but no one was more surprised than you to come face to face with Rafe. You blinked in confusion at him, but the blond only had eyes for his friend, those baby blues narrowed in a way you hadnât seen in some time. He looked at Kelce like he wasn't a friend, and you took a few steps towards him.
âKelce was just-.â
âI know what Kelce was doing,â was all Rafe said, his tone and few words enough to make the young man in question slink away.
You watched him disappear with a scoff, slowly looking at Rafe again.
âHeâs your friend, Rafe. No need to be rude,â you lightly scolded.
The blond rolled his eyes, slowly rolling his head to look at you with a gleam in his eyes that made you freeze for half a second. Heâd been so nice to you lately that you sometimes forgot how mean he could beâhow mean he could lookâbut that glint in his gaze was gone just as fast as it came. A smirk ghosted over his lips, and there was nothing humorous about it.
âI need to be rude because heâs my friend,â he said, finally moving to help finish putting up the groceries. âHeâs been sniffing around you for months, and youâre just lapping it up.â
You frowned at Rafe, prepared to say something against that when his next words forced you to swallow your words.
âI know my dadâs kind of beenâŠâ he slowly ran his gaze over you. â...dropping the ball latelyâŠâ
You reared back at that, completely aware of what he meant.
â...but donât encourage Kelce. You might find it sweet, but heâd fuck you in a heartbeat if he could.â
âRafe!â
He ignored your outburst, slowly brushing by you as he put some spices up in the cabinet. When you looked over your shoulder, he was nearing you again, and he chuckled when his hand rested on your back.
âHeâs my friend,â he softly said, his voice sounding like it was right at your ear. âNo one knows what heâs thinking more than me.â
You didnât doubt thatâand you surely didnât deny itâbut you still didnât appreciate his callous tone and words. You wrapped your arms around yourself as he left the kitchen, taking slow steps to stand at the entrance as he rejoined his friends. You couldnât see them, but you could hear them, and you pressed your lips together at the sound of Kelceâs apologies.
âYou know he doesnât mean anything by it,â Topperâs voice echoed.Â
You chose to tune them out, turning away to gather the empty bags.
Rafeâs wordsâand the look he gave youâtook up your thoughts, and there was a bitter taste in your mouth that you swallowed down. You didnât appreciate his commentary on your romantic relationship with his father, both because it was embarrassing and wholly inappropriate. Was it that obvious to everyone else how isolated you and Ward had become from one another? You hated the idea of Rafe and his friends sitting around and talking about it.
While your relationship with the blond had improved, there were times where he definitely talked to you like less of a stepson and more like a friend. You preferred if there were some boundaries, but you reminded yourself that this was Rafe and maybe this was the best youâd ever get. You asked yourself if you really preferred how things used to be over whatever this was?
Rafe only chuckled at you a few weeks later when you brought it up.
âCome on, you know itâs mostly just teasing,â he said with a shrug. âBesides, I see how much my dadâs work bothers you when it pulls him away.â
He shrugged again.
âSue me for trying to make you laugh about itâŠâ
He was helping you put up clothes that youâd washed, and your gaze traveled to the dresser, eyes landing on a picture of the man in question. Rafe had always been observant, that had never been one of the issues with him. It was always getting him to do something with what heâd observed that was the problem. If someone had told you a year ago that you would be discussing your marriage with Rafe of all peopleâeven just casuallyâyou probably would have laughed.
You werenât laughing today though.
âI appreciate the gestureâŠsort of butâŠthatâs not your place, Rafe,â you sighed. âYouâre supposed to illegally drink and get high and do stupid things with your friends. You are not supposed to concern yourself with how my marriage to your father is going.â
You paused.
â...even if it is just a joke.â
You heard Rafe make a noise you didn't recognize, and when you looked at him, his gaze was already on you. Heâd long stop folding Wardâs shirts it seemed, content to lean against the nightstand and watch you. His expression was evenâunreadableâand when he tilted his head to the side, he hummed.
âWhy not?â
You hadnât expected that response.
âHeâs my father, and youâre married to him, and that does affect me in some ways. It affects all of us actuallyâŠâ
You frowned at him.
âYou think Sarah and Wheezie havenât noticed?â
You deflated a bit at that, eyes widening a tad.
âYou donât think they talk about how different things are between you lately and if youâre getting a divorce?â
You slowly shook your head, lips parting, but Rafe continued before you could say anything.Â
âWho do you think has to reassure them? Because theyâre definitely not going to talk to either of you,â he scoffed. âI think I should be allowed to comment on your relationship because if it goes southâŠwellâŠwe lose another mom.â
You looked away at that, entirely unprepared for the turn this conversation had taken. Rafe had a point, you had to admit, and you almost felt silly for expecting Rafe to have no opinions on a relationship that he was correct in saying affected him. Attempting to lighten the mood, you let out a soft chuckle.
âWell, letâs be honest. You never thought of me as much of a mom, anyway,â you folded a shirt. âWard and I are not getting divorced anytime soon, but if we did, I have a feeling you wouldnât be too bent out of shape over it.â
The other man didnât respond right away, and when you glanced at him again you realized why. Heâd moved closerâyou hadnât even heard him do soâand you watched him take the shirt out of your hand. His fingers brushed yours as he did so, and Rafe pursed his lips, eyeing the shirt in his hands.
âThat mightâve been true some time ago, but⊠Iâve come to appreciate you a lot more than I have before.âÂ
He continued before you could even smile at that.
âThe potential our relationship has andâŠwhat we can do for each otherâŠâ
He looked between your eyes as he said this, and the longer he stared at you, the more off the silence felt.
âRight,â you slowly said, and Rafe only smirked.
âMy dad hasnât really been doing his part to keep you happy in this family,â you shook your head at him, but he ignored it. â...and I get it. Work and all that, but I actually like having you around now. Especially when you walk around in those tight little one piecesâŠâ
You stumbled back at his words, heart dropping to your stomach.
âRafe-.â
âI mean, I doubt youâd ever leaveâŠbut you would be a lot less likely too I think if someone else was picking up his slack.â
You were acutely aware of how quiet the rest of the house wasâbecause it was empty. Wheezie and Sarah were both with friends, and Ward was out, leaving just you and Rafe. That fact had you blinking, and while some part of you wanted to write Rafeâs words off to a sick joke, something deep down knew that he wasnât anything less than serious.
âWhatâŠ? Kelce of all people can flirt with you, and you eat it up, but here I am telling you Iâm going to do what my dad canât, and you look like youâre ready to crawl out of your skin,â he chuckled with a shake of his head.
âIâm not married to Kelceâs father,â you breathed. â...and heâs like a horny teenager. Heâs of no consequenceâRafeâŠyouâre in your fatherâs bedroomâŠtelling his wife thatâŠâ
You couldnât even get the words out, and Rafe grabbed your arm, pulling you closer.
âThat what? That I donât understand how my dad can have a wife like you and still prioritize work?â
You attempted to move away, but Rafeâs strength took you by surprise, gasping when he held you against him, one hand finding a home on the curve of your waist.
âThat I get why Kelce keeps seeing if youâll give him an âinâ because I feel the exact same way? Except, unlike Kelce, I donât really care about getting permission?â
That angered you, and you were sure it was all over your face.
âRafe-.â
He swallowed what you were about to say with a kiss, effectively shutting you up. If his strength before had surprised you, it was nothing in comparison to the feeling of Rafe lifting you and depositing you on Wardâs bed. It shook under your combined weight, and he was moving at a pace that was hard to keep up with. Rafeâs mouth was all over you, and so much was happening that it made it hard to think straight.
âRafeâŠstop,â you gasped.
âWhy?â he wondered against the skin of your stomach as he pushed your dress up. âHow long has it been? How many months? You canât tell me that you wonât enjoy this.â
You pushed at his head, but it was of no use. When his mouth attached to your cunt, you reached out to clutch at the bed, thighs almost crushing his head as you tensed beneath him. The feel of his tongue sliding between your folds had your eyes rolling, and deep in the back of your mind you hoped and prayed that no one would walk through that door.
You didnât even want to imagine what this would look like should someone come up the stairs.
With his arms hooked around your thighs, he rolled you both until you were sitting on his face, and once again his strength had your head spinning. It seemed that in this position you;d surely have more of an upper hand now, but Rafeâs grip was strong on your legs. To your dismay, you couldnât lift yourself off of him, and you had no choice but to press your hand into the mattress as he ate you out. His head moved beneath you, moving from side to side as he lapped at you, panties harshly pulled to the side.
As you felt how wetter you were becoming under his ministrations, you thought about his wordsâabout how he said youâd enjoy this.
You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of being right, but the way he hummed told you that your body was doing that for him. You cried out when he slipped two fingers into you, stretching you out in time with tasting you, and the only sound in the room was that of your harsh pants and the wet sound of his tongue and mouth between your legs. He only allowed you to roll off of him when you cameâhard and mind shattering and everything that you hadnât felt in months.
You were a panting and overheated mess as you laid there, eyes wide and unblinking as you tried to process what had just happened. As you did, you could hear Rafe moving behind you, and only then did you attempt to gather your thoughts and sit up. You were embarrassingly wet, and the fact that Rafe was the cause had your head spinning and stomach turning. Before you could turn around and ask him what the hell was wrong with him, his hand was in your hair.
Youâd only just gotten it done, and he twisted the braids around his fist.
He shushed you when you cried out, using that same strength to push you back down. His other hand was in between your legsâstroking you and fondling you and sinking his fingers into you again and again. With your dress around your waist, you could feel his bare skin against your thigh. You could feel the length of him and how hard he was, and while half of you feared what was to come, the other half couldnât help but to make you clench around his fingers at the thought of Rafe sinking his cock into you.
âYouâre so fucking tight, you know that?â
He pulled his fingers out before pulling at your panties, the fabric stretching painfully before they tore completely.Â
âMy dad must only fuck you once a month,â he chuckled to himself.
âRafe,â you scolded, attempting to push against him, but your movements faltered when the head of him pushed into you.
It made you sharply inhale, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he slowly sank into you inch by inch. His hand was still tight in your hair, pressing your head down to the mattress while he forced you to arch your back. You heard him cursing the more he filled you, and when his hips were flush with yours, he wasted no time in pulling out before swiftly sliding back inside of you.
You couldnât swallow down your moan.
âThatâs it,â you heard him breathe. âYou missed this, huh?â
He wasnât wrong, but Rafe was alsoâŠlonger than his father. Thicker too, and the stretch was something you werenât used to. The feel of his cock made your toes curl, and you clawed at the expensive bedding, hating the way you started to meet his thrusts. Your brain felt like it was taken over by a fog, only able to focus on Rafe fucking you and chasing your high by using his cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and you were so grateful the house was empty.
You were embarrassingly loud.
You felt unable to control yourself, crying out as you clenched around him and words tumbling from your lips that you didnât recognize. Had you begged him to fuck you harder? Stretch your pussy? Come inside of you? It was possible, to be honest. You hadnât realized just how much you missed this feeling until it was your stepson of all people giving it to you.
When you eventually found yourself on your backâand face to face with Rafe once againâyou were lifting your hips to make him sink into you faster every time. Your dress had long been discarded, underwear hanging off of your hips in tatters, and your nails were pressed into his back. If Rafe was bothered by the feel of that, he didnât say anything, but you doubted that was the case. He was too occupied with connecting his hips with yours and plunging into your soaking cunt. The sound of your coupling was loudâthe squelch of your core reaching your ears with every thrustâand you absentmindedly noted that youâd never been this wet in your life.
Was it the way heâd just taken what he wanted? Youâd never been the kind of woman into stuff like that. Perhaps it was the obvious thoughâthe forbidden nature of it all. Rafe was your husbandâs son, and he was fucking youâon Wardâs bed no less. Youâd never been into stuff like that either though. Everything about this was nothing at all like you, and when Rafeâs phone lit up on the bedâa familiar name popping up on the screenâyour heart sank.
His girlfriend.
Youâd forgotten all about her too although you werenât so sure she and Rafe were even together anymore. You hadnât seen her or heard about her in some time, not since that day she came by the house, and his words and demeanor that day suddenly made more sense to you. He had been consuming so much of his time with you, but you hadnât thought anything of it. Now, thoughâŠ
You had no choice but to acknowledge what had been right in front of you all along.
You threw your head back as Rafe thrust into you slow, your legs parted as he rested on his knees, his gaze focused on where his cock disappeared into you. You looked down too, growing wetter at the sight of your juices on him. You were literally dripping around the length of him, making a mess of your thighs and the bedding, and when Rafe spoke to you the first time, you didnât hear him.
âWhatâŠ?â you breathed, looking at him through hooded eyes.
âI want to come inside of you so bad,â he purred, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your jaw. âWant to fill you up on his sheets and let it drip out.â
You didnât say anything to that, but the way you clenched around him made Rafe chuckle.
âDoes that turn you on? Hmm? Does my dad know what a whore he married?â
His thrusts grew rougher, making you gasp.
âI should probably be grateful though. Anything less, and you wouldâve fought harder to stop me,â he murmured. â...but you didnât because you knew youâd enjoy this. You knew youâd like fucking me.â
You could feel how close you wereâand you were sure Rafe could tooâand you dug your nails into his arms. You did want him to come inside of you, you wanted to feel him twitch as he spilled into youâfilling you up and coating your wallsâand you wanted to push it out after he pulled out of you. Ward always used condoms, and you understood it. He didnât want any more children, and you were so far from menopause, but you couldn't even care about that right now as Rafe pushed you towards both of your highs.
When he came, he came with a loud grunt, and you couldnât stop moaning as the feel pushed you over the edge. You swore that you felt him deep in your gut, his hips roughly slapping against yours as he forced you to milk him dry. Your legs shook and your vision blurred, and you were disappointed when Rafe didnât stay in you long enough. Your heart was going a mile a minute, and you couldnât move.
You just laid there with your legs strewn about, Rafeâs cum between your folds and sweat clinging to your skin. When you finally looked at him, he was running his hand through his hair, but it did no good. It was so damp with sweat. He looked like he didnât have a care in the world, like he hadnât just fucked his fatherâs wife, and when his gaze met yours, there was a haughty smile on his lips.
âHeâll probably be working late tonightâŠâ
You swallowed at that, hating the way your heart jumped.
â...so youâll have to be quiet while heâs in his study.â
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The Bolter (part nine) (18+)
Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader
synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?
in this chapter : Sam, Bucky, and you head to Madripoor with an unlikely ally. Steve says goodbye to Peggy, then travels in time to where he truly belongs.
themes/warnings : language, even more pining, even more smut!, Zemo being Zemo, Sharon cutting through our bullshit
word count : 5.8k
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The 1950s, seven months after Steveâs arrival
Steve sits by the window, watching the fading sunlight pour into the room. For the first time in months, he feels calmâan eerie, unnatural calm, like the eye of a storm. He has come to accept the truth, bitter as might be: this was never his home, and soon, it wonât exist at all.
Mobius had warned him. When he goes back to his timeline, it will be as if none of this ever happened. This branch, this brief stolen life with Peggy, will be pruned. She will never know what they had here. Steve will fade from this time, and she will move on, be with the man she was always meant to be with, and have the children she was destined to have. She will live the life she was always supposed to.
But he will remember everything. He will carry the ache of knowing that none of this was ever really his to keep.Â
And deep down, Steve knows itâs the right choice. His normal, whatever semblance of it he can grasp, is always going to be with you. It has always been you with whom he belonged. With his friends. With Bucky.Â
His very being is meant for the picket line and not a picket fence.
âAre you ready?â Peggyâs voice breaks the silence, and Steve turns to find her standing in the doorway, looking at him with those sharp, knowing eyes. She has accepted it, just as he has. Thereâs no anger, no confusion. Theyâve had too many talks in the past week about thisâabout how something always felt off for both of them, like an invisible weight pressing against their happiness.Â
âI am,â Steve answers.Â
âIt didnât feel right, did it?â she says quietly.Â
âNo⊠it didnât.â He hesitates, the truth weighing heavy. âBut I think I know why.â
She steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. âYou donât belong here, Steve,â she says gently, her voice unwavering. âYou belong with them. You belong with the one who truly holds your heart.â
When he lifts his eyes, thereâs something new in them. Certainty. âYeah. I do. But Iâm glad we had this. Even if it was never meant to last.â
Peggyâs smile is bittersweet as he presses her hand to his lips. âMe too.âÂ
Steve nods, his throat tight as he steps away. Hunter pads over, his loyal companion waiting patiently by the door. Mobius and Loki wait in the other room, the quiet harbingers of the life heâs meant to return to.
âGoodbye, Peggy,â he says, for one final time.Â
âGoodbye, Steve,â Peggy says, her voice filled with quiet grace. âGo get your girl.â
A shiver runs down his spine. You had said the exact same words when he left you. But it didnât stick, because he was too stupid to realise that you had always been his girl. He can picture it so well, picture you, and the thought of seeing you again soon inspires an overwhelming happiness in him.
âReady?â Mobius asks, his usual lighthearted demeanour replaced by something more solemn.
âYeah,â Steve says quietly. âIâm ready.â
Loki taps the device, and with a flash, Steveâs world shifts.
And just like that, heâs on his way home.
2024, seven months after Steveâs departure
Your first encounter with the Flag Smashers did not go as expected. Or maybe it did. Fighting a bunch of serum-powered radicals â kids, practically â on top of cargo trucks moving at high speed was perhaps the likeliest outcome of this whole thing. After everything youâve been through, in your decade and a half as the Huntress and all your run-ins with the Big 3, this is just another afternoon, just another mission.
Except the appearance of John Walker threw you in for a loop. Captain America, he calls himself, but there is no chance of you ever addressing him by that name, and you know the same goes for Bucky. John isnât even carrying the right shield, the only shield, the one Steve brought with him. All he dons is a replica, much like he himself is one.Â
Seeing that red, white, and blue paraded around almost made you forget about the kiss you shared with Bucky before the fight. Almost.
But you feel its undercurrent in every moment, you catch glimpses of it when you close your eyes, you feel him⊠and you know he does too.
The three of you made your way back to New York, recuperating in your apartment, and planning the next move, but what Bucky proposes seems the farthest from sensible.
âZemo?â Sam stops mid-step. âTell me youâre joking.â
Bucky doesnât flinch. âHe knows about the serum. More than anyone alive.â
âYeah, and heâs also the guy who tried to tear the Avengers apart,â Sam counters. His voice is rising, filled with disbelief. âYou want to break out a criminal mastermind? For what, a history lesson?â
âIâm not saying I like it,â Bucky says. âBut if these Flag Smashers have the serum, then heâs our best chance at understanding what weâre up against.â
You can see Samâs shoulders stiffen, his eyes wide with incredulity. You, thoughâyour gut reaction is different. Zemo is dangerous, but your concern isn't for yourself or Sam. Itâs for Bucky.
You meet his gaze. âBucky⊠do you really think you can handle him? Zemoâs not exactly a small problem.â
He looks at you, something quiet and intense behind his eyes. âI can handle it,â he replies. âI have to.â
Thereâs a finality to his words, but they donât ease the knot forming in your chest. Sam throws up his hands. âThis is madness! Iâm just supposed to be okay with busting a guy out of maximum security prison? You people are crazy.â
A moment of silence passes before you let out a resigned breath. âWe donât have much of a choice, Sam. If Bucky thinks this is the way forward, I trust him.â
Sam glares at both of you, then mutters under his breath, âYou two have been spending way too much time together.â
The Berlin Correctional Facility is colder than you expectedâboth literally and figuratively.Â
Sam checks his watch, then gives Bucky a sideways glance. âYou know, this is the part where I remind you again that this is a bad idea.â
Bucky shrugs, his expression unreadable. âNoted.â
Sam sighs. âI just want it on record that Iâm the voice of reason here.â
You smirk, leaning against the wall. âCome on, Sam. Whatâs life without a little danger?â
âYou donât get to say that when weâre about to break a supervillain out of prison,â Sam deadpans.
The plan, despite its insanity, goes off without a hitch. The guards are neutralized with minimal force, and the security systems go offline like clockwork. You hack into the mainframe to open Zemoâs cell, and when the door finally slides open, you see himâHelmut Zemo, calm and collected, standing there as though heâs been waiting for you all along.
He steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking prey. âI must say, I didnât expect visitors.â
You glare at him, your hackles rising instantly. âLetâs get one thing clear. This is a means to an end. One wrong move, and you go back in.â
Zemoâs lips curl into a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. âOf course. I wouldnât dream of causing any trouble.â
You donât believe him for a second.
Zemoâs private jet is the epitome of luxuryâplush seats, dim lighting, the hum of the engines barely audible. Chump change compared to what Tony used to travel in, but still. Itâs surreal, sitting in this polished environment, knowing youâre en route to one of the most dangerous cities in the world with one of the most dangerous men in the world.
Youâre seated across the aisle from Bucky. His body is tense, his fingers twitching in his lap as if heâs holding himself back from something. You wish there was something you could say to ease the weight heâs carrying, but you know better than to push him. Not now. Not with Zemo sitting across from you, watching everything with sharp, calculating eyes.
Zemo leans back in his seat, looking far too relaxed for your liking. âI must say, Iâve always had a fondness for Madripoor. Itâs a city of endless possibility, wouldnât you agree?â
Sam glances up from across the aisle, his expression unimpressed. âYeah, Iâm sure itâs paradise for a guy like you.â
Zemo smiles, but thereâs no warmth in it. âItâs a place where the lines between good and evil blur. A place where one can truly be free.â
Your grip tightens on the armrest, and you glance at Bucky. His face is turned toward the window, his jaw tight, eyes dark. You lean closer, keeping your voice low. âYou alright?â
âIâm fine,â he says, but you can hear the lie in his voice.
You open your mouth to press further, but Zemo speaks up again, cutting through the tension. âItâs interesting, isnât it? The way history repeats itself.â
You glare at him, your protective instinct flaring. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Zemoâs eyes flicker between you and Bucky, his gaze too knowing for comfort. âItâs just... curious. The way you watch him. The way you stand between us.â
You feel a surge of anger rise in your chest, but you hold it back, keeping your tone steady. âYouâre not part of this conversation.â
Zemo chuckles, leaning back. âNo need to be defensive. Iâm merely an observer. But I must say, the loyalty you show to him... itâs quite touching.â
Bucky shifts beside you, his hand balling into a fist. You place your hand on his arm, silently communicating that Zemo isnât worth it.Â
You warn lowly, âDonât push it, Zemo.â
Madripoor is a city of lights and shadows, the streets buzzing with a kind of energy that makes your skin crawl. Zemo leads the way, his steps confident as he navigates the underworld with ease. He fits right in, and so do you. Youâre not unfamiliar with the city yourself, with many of your contacts residing here. Sam picks at his flashy fur coat, having to wear the guise of the Smiling Tiger, and you have to bite back a laugh.
What you hate is Buckyâs role in this. Zemo insisted that Bucky act the part of the Winter Soldier again, and seeing him slip into that persona makes your stomach turn. Youâve fought so hard to help him leave that part of himself behind, and now heâs being forced to wear it like a mask.
You stick close to Bucky, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd for threats. Your hand brushes his occasionally, a silent reassurance. He doesnât speak, but you can see the conflict in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches every time someone looks at him like heâs a weapon.
Zemoâs voice cuts through the noise. âAh, here we are. The Brass Monkey Saloon. Youâll need to put on a show, Soldier.â
Your heart twists at the cold way Zemo refers to him. Soldier. Like Buckyâs nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. You step forward, putting yourself between them.
âWatch yourself,â you snap, your voice low and dangerous.Â
Zemo raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your protectiveness. âOf course. I merely meant that appearances must be kept."
The atmosphere inside the Brass Monkey Saloon is thick with tension. Zemoâs plan, of course, involves a show of force. Bucky takes on the role, fists flying, and you stand helplessly on the sidelines, watching as he dismantles anyone who stands in your way. You can see the fear in the faces of the crowd, the whispers of âWinter Soldierâ passing between them.
When the chaos finally subsides, Zemo steps forward, calm and collected. âVery convincing, James,â he says, clapping Bucky on the shoulder.
You canât help yourself. âDonât touch him.â
Zemo leads the way to Selbyâs hideout, the plan already set. You, Bucky, and Sam follow close behind, nerves taut. You can feel the weight of everyoneâs eyes on you, recognizing not just the Winter Soldier, but the Huntress.
Inside Selbyâs lair, things unravel faster than you can react. The exchange was supposed to be smoothâget the information on the serum, figure out whoâs behind the Flag Smashers. But Selby, sly and dangerous, catches on too quickly. The words turn heated, tension thick in the air. When the situation escalates, a gunshot rings out, and Selby collapses to the floor.
Everything goes to hell.Â
Selbyâs guards surge forward, the entire operation blown to pieces. You donât even have time to think before the room erupts into chaos, bullets tearing through the air.Â
Bucky grabs your arm, pulling you toward the exit. âWe need to move!â
The narrow alleyways of Madripoor are a maze, and no matter how fast you run, the sound of pursuit is never far behind. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline surging as you push forward, leading the way through the twisting streets.
âI canât run in these heels!â Sam yells, his voice tight with effort as he ducks behind cover.
The sound of gunfire grows louder, and just when it seems like youâre cornered, Sharon Carter appears from the shadows, her expression all business.Â
âYou guys really know how to make an entrance.â
The tension in Sharon Carterâs loft is thick enough to choke on. You canât deny the relief that floods through you at her arrivalâsheâs saved you from the brink more than onceâbut the comfort quickly dissolves the second she opens her mouth. Sharonâs never been one to coddle, and itâs clear sheâs ready to let you know exactly what she thinks about this whole situation.
Her apartment reflects her new life in Madripoor: sleek, stylish, and modern, with a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface. The large windows offer a panoramic view of the chaotic city below, bathed in the neon glow of a world where morality has always been in short supply. Youâre reminded of who Sharon has becomeâthe Power Broker, controlling Madripoorâs criminal underworld from behind the scenes. And yet, sheâs still the woman you fought beside, the woman you trusted implicitly. Your friend.Â
âYouâve made a mess of Madripoor,â Sharon says, leaning casually against the bar, one eyebrow raised as she surveys the room. Her eyes flick between you, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo, her smirk cutting. She takes a slow sip from her glass, her posture relaxed. âYouâre lucky I showed up when I did.â
âYeah, we didnât exactly have time to send out a save-the-date,â Sam mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though you can tell heâs thankful. Sharonâs saved you all from a sticky situationâagain.
Her gaze shifts to you, and that smirk widens, a playful but knowing glint in her eyes. âStill running around with these boys, huh? After everything?â
Thereâs an edge to her words, something that cuts deeper than you expected. Sharonâs always had a way of seeing through you, right to the heart of things. But this time, her words carry an extra weight. You know whatâs coming before she even says it, but it still feels like a punch to the gut when she does.
Her eyes dart to Bucky, whoâs standing tense and silent beside you, his shoulders tight. Then, they come back to you, her lips curling slightly. âYou and Steve were⊠close. And now, here you are, keeping Bucky in check.â She pauses just long enough to make it sting. âSeems like youâve got a type.â
Your stomach twists, and you catch the slight flicker of movement from Bucky, the way his fists clench at his sides. His face remains stoic, but you know him well enough to see the storm brewing underneath. Sharonâs words have struck a nerve.Â
âWhat?â you say, keeping your voice even, though thereâs a sharpness to it. Your heart races, and you try to keep the emotion out of your voice.
"Wow," Bucky mutters dryly, "she's kind of awful now."
Sharon shrugs, feigning casualness, but her eyes gleam with amusement at you. âItâs just⊠interesting. You and Cap. And now Capâs best friend. Two men who canât escape their own shadows. You seem to have a thing for complicated.â
You bite back your immediate retort, but before you can respond, Zemoâbecause of course he has to chime inâspeaks up, lounging against the wall with that smug, knowing look that makes you want to punch him. âAh, the familiar,â he says, voice silky. âItâs natural to seek comfort in something... predictable. But I wonder, how much of this is about James, and how much is simply because he reminds you of your precious Captain Rogers?â
You feel the room go cold, and the weight of Zemoâs words settles like a stone in your chest. The air around Bucky shifts, his calm demeanour fracturing just enough for you to see the tension rippling beneath. His posture stiffens even more, his jaw tight, but he doesnât speak. The silence is worse than anything he could say.
âLeave him out of this,â you snap, your voice barely above a whisper, but the threat is clear. Zemoâs eyes gleam, dark and dangerous, but he raises his hands in mock surrender.
âOf course,â Zemo says, his smile widening. âBut⊠leave who out of it? Which one?â
Sharon watches you closely, her smirk fading slightly as she steps closer. For the first time since she spoke, her gaze softens. She knows youâreally knows you. The unspoken history between you feels heavy in the air. She tilts her head, studying you with a sharpness that youâve come to expect from her.
âCan I have a word?â Sharon asks, her voice quieter now, almost gentle.
You nod, barely noticing the others as Sharon gestures for you to follow her into a more private corner of the apartment, away from the tense stares of Bucky and Zemo. Once youâre out of earshot, Sharon leans against the wall, crossing her arms. The playful glint is still in her eyes, but thereâs a seriousness there too.
âYou know I donât mean to be harsh,â she says, her voice quieter, more personal. âBut you and I... weâve always been able to call it like it is.â
You exhale, your shoulders sagging slightly. âYeah, well, some things are harder to call than others.â
Sharon watches you for a long moment, her gaze searching your face. âItâs been a long time since Steve left. I get it. I do. But you and Bucky...â She trails off, her eyes flicking back toward him. âYouâre not fooling anyone. Least of all me.â
You swallow, unsure how to respond. Youâve spent so long trying to navigate your own emotions, keeping them at bay. But here, it feels impossible to ignore any longer.
Sharon takes a step closer, her expression softening. âHeâs not Steve. And I know you know that. But Buckyâheâs been through hell too. And I see the way you look at him. The way he looks at you.â
Your throat tightens, and for a moment, you canât speak. Sharon does have a way of cutting through the bullshit, of seeing things for what they really are.Â
âIâm notââ you start, but Sharon cuts you off with a small, knowing smile.
âIâm not saying itâs the same as what you had with Steve,â she says. âBut maybe thatâs a good thing. Buckyâs different. And maybe thatâs what you need.â
You glance back toward Bucky, whoâs still standing with his back to you, his shoulders tense, his hands curled into fists at his sides. You can feel the weight of his emotions, the way Zemoâs and Sharonâs comments have hit him harder than heâs letting on. You want to go to him, to tell him itâs okay. That he doesnât have to be Steve. That you donât want him to be.
But thereâs a part of you thatâs still tangled up in the pastâin Steveâs shadow.
Sharon places a hand on your arm, pulling your attention back to her. âListen,â she says, her voice gentle but firm. âWhatever this is with Bucky... donât let it slip away because youâre still holding onto something thatâs gone. Steveâs not coming back. But youâve still got a chanceâwith him.â
You take a deep breath, nodding slightly, but the knot in your chest doesnât loosen. Sharon squeezes your arm, offering a small smile before she steps back, her smirk returning as she glances toward the others.
âAll right,â she says, her voice louder now, more playful. âEnough emotional introspection for one night. Letâs figure out how to get you out of Madripoor before you make an even bigger mess.â
Zemo, lounging against the wall with a glass in his hand, raises an eyebrow as you sit down beside Bucky. He doesnât say anything, but his smirk is enough to get under your skin. Itâs like he can feel the emotional turbulence swirling around you.
Sharon saunters back into the room, her heels clicking against the polished floor, a confident ease in her step. âWell, now that weâve aired out some of that dirty laundry, maybe we can focus on the job at hand?â
Sam, whoâs been uncharacteristically quiet through all of this, gives Sharon a look. âYeah, and maybe we can talk about why you didnât feel the need to mention how deep you are in Madripoorâs criminal scene, huh?â
Sharon doesnât miss a beat, throwing him a cocky grin. âIâm an opportunist, Sam. Madripoor offers a lot of opportunities.â
Sam mutters something under his breath, clearly not satisfied with that answer, but itâs clear Sharon has no intention of explaining herself further. And you donât push her on it either, even though youâre the only one here who knows exactly what her role is in this city. Youâve never questioned her decisions beforeâeveryone has to survive somehowâbut seeing her now, itâs hard not to wonder if sheâs lost herself in the shadows.
âI trust youâll all stay out of trouble until I arrange our next move?â Sharon says, her eyes flicking back to you, a knowing glint in her gaze. Itâs subtle, but you can tell sheâs still watching you closely, assessing everythingâespecially your unspoken bond with Bucky.
Before anyone can respond, she turns and walks out of the room.
After escaping the chaos and making it back to Zemoâs safe house in Riga, the adrenaline finally starts to fade. Itâs well past midnight when you make your way into your designated bedroom. You drop onto the bed, your heart still racing, trying to calm the storm of emotions churning inside you.
Sleep never comes easy to youâa side effect of your chosen life. One of high stakes and adrenaline. A lot more losses than wins, if any of your successful missions can even be considered wins at all.
After an hour of staring up at the ceiling, your eyes tracing the curves of the rosettes, Bucky enters your room, as noiseless as a cat. You raise your head sharply on instinct, but relax as soon as you see his figure. His shoulders are slumped as if the weight of the world rests upon them. He glances at you, and you can see the struggle etched across his face.
âCanât sleep?â you ask, sitting up and patting the space beside you on the bed.
He purses his lips, not saying anything for a moment. After a while, and with a resounding sigh, he settles at the foot of the bed, his back to you.
âWhat you saw back thereâŠâ he starts, his voice low. âThat wasnât me. Iâm not the Winter Soldier anymore.â
âI know,â you say softly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder soothingly. âIâve always known. Youâre just Bucky.â
âI donât⊠I donât want to ever lose control,â he murmurs, almost to himself.
âYou wonât,â you say firmly, shuffling closer to him. âYou have me.â
Bucky turns halfway, meeting your gaze. âI want to prove to you that Iâm not him,â he says, his voice thick with conviction.Â
Your throat suddenly feels dry. You donât know anymore if heâs referring to the Winter Soldier or Steve. You can tell that Sharonâs comments rattled him. Youâre familiar with her humour, so you know that she didnât mean anything negative by what she said, but Bucky might have easily taken them to heart.
âYou donât have to prove anything to me,â you whisper.Â
His gaze softens, and then heâs leaning in, capturing your lips with his. There is no goddamn way youâre falling asleep now, with the fire heâs igniting within you. You pull him closer, your hands threading through his hair as he deepens the kiss.Â
âAre you sure?â you whisper against his lips, breathless. A roll in the hay at the height of a high-risk mission is not beneath you, especially with someone like Bucky. With these things, a heated release of pent-up tension might be just what you need. But you want to be sure that he needs it too. That he needs you.Â
He nods, eyes searching yours. âI want this. I want you.â
In one fluid motion, he takes your lips again, this kiss softer, more deliberate. He relishes in you, taking his sweet time, his tongue raking the outline of your lips. You melt against him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against yours, as well as the cool of his left arm wrapping around your torso.Â
âBucky,â you breathe, breaking the kiss momentarily.
âJust Bucky,â he replies, his voice thick with emotion.
He tugs you against him, the two of you moving in a slow, sensual dance. You feel the weight of everythingâthe mission, the past, the chaosâslipping away as you lose yourselves in each other. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, as you taste the sweetness of his tongue.
âI want you,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire. âI want to show you how much you mean to me.â
You shiver at his words, the sincerity behind them sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins. âThen show me,â you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.
The world tilts slightly as he lays you back against the soft sheets. He hovers above you, his expression a mix of desire and reverence, as if heâs afraid to touch something so precious.
âYouâre so beautiful, doll,â he breathes, his gaze travelling over you as if memorising every detail, and you suddenly forget how to speak.Â
Youâve never considered yourself meek by any means, always able to stand your ground. The last time youâve actually felt shy, and felt blood rush to your face at the attention of an admirer was withâŠ.
You shake Steve out of your thoughts.
âItâs just me,â you say, mirroring his earlier words.
His lips curve into a soft smile, and you can see the flicker of warmth behind the shadows that often cloud his expression. âJust you is everything,â he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper.
His hands slide under your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, igniting every nerve ending. The sensation is overwhelming, and you gasp against his mouth, the heat pooling low in your belly.
âSo perfect,â he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing a path along your collarbone. Each soft touch leaves a trail of fire, and you canât help but arch into him, your body instinctively seeking more.
âBucky,â you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you can fuse your bodies into one. âPlease.â
His response is immediate. He pushes your shirt up, baring your torso to him, and you feel exposed yet completely alive under his gaze. Then he leans down to press soft kisses along your midriff. The sensation is electric, maddening even, as he drifts ever lower.Â
Bucky lifts his head, meeting your gaze with a burning intensity. âLetâs make this moment last,â he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire as he shifts his weight, settling between your legs. His hands find the hem of your pants, his fingers grazing your skin as he slowly pushes them down your legs, along with your underwear, revealing you completely to him.
âBucky,â you moan, when he kisses a trail along your inner thigh. âPatience, doll,â he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You watch him as he continues his exploration, his kisses drifting higher until he reaches your core, and the breath hitches in your throat when he sucks at your aching bud.
The heat builds, swirling around you as he loses himself in you, the world outside fading away completely. You can feel the tension tightening in your belly, a delicious coil that threatens to snap.
âIâm getting close,â you breathe after a long while, the words almost lost amidst a long bout of incoherent moaning. You reach down and roughly push his face into your pussy, wantonly craving more as his tongue laps at your juices.Â
Bucky responds with a growl, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes you closer to the edge. âLet go,â he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. âIâve got you.â
With those words, you explode, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you cry out his name. He holds you tightly, a steady anchor as you ride the waves of ecstasy, feeling more alive than ever.
As the pleasure subsides, you gasp for breath, your heart racing as you come down from the high. âYou okay?â Bucky asks, hovering over you and brushing a stray hair from your face.
You nod, your body still buzzing from the aftermath. âBetter than okay,â you reply, a smile creeping across your lips.
He chuckles, the sound resonating deep within his chest, a rich, warm sound that makes your heart swell. For all his worries about falling back into the darkness, you find that he is slowly becoming your source of light.Â
âI want you to know,â he murmurs, his voice softer now, âthat was only the beginning.â
âOh really?â you tease, raising an eyebrow, letting your fingers trace along the contours of his vibranium arm.
âYeah, babydoll,â He grins wolfishly, and youâre glad to see this playful side of him resurfacing.Â
You roll on your side, pressing a playful kiss to his lips. âWell, Iâm all for that.â
He undresses in a haste, his motions careless and frantic that his black shirt gets stuck around his head, earning a giggle from you. His groans are muffled when he protests, âItâs not funny.â
You reach up to help him out of it. âItâs kinda funny.â
When heâs finally free of the confines of cotton, his hair is all mussed. He looks downright adorable that you could just melt at the sight. But then he frees himself of his trousers too, his thick cock bobbing erect from his boxers, the vein running down its side angry and swollen.Â
Heâs not just adorable; heâs sensual, virile, erotic.
And you want him so fucking badly.
But he beats you to that admission. âYou drive me crazy,â he rasps, his hands massaging your sides. âIn the best way possible.â
âI could say the same about you.â Thereâs a teasing glint in your eyes as you lean back slightly, letting your fingers wander down his chest, tracing the solid lines of his body, each muscle taut and inviting. He groans softly at your touch, his head dropping slightly as his control wavers.Â
He positions himself just right, teasing at first, his breath ragged as he enters you slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite, your body tightening around him as a disjointed gasp escapes your lips. His jaw clenches, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he savours the sensation.
âYou feel so good, doll,â he groans, his voice hoarse with restraint. Thereâs a primal hunger in the way he looks at youâlike heâs claiming you, and that realisation ignites something deep within you.
You meet his thrusts, your hands gripping his back, nails biting into his skin as he starts to move. His rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, as though heâs drawing out every moment of pleasure, letting it pool deep inside you. Each thrust pushes deeper, more intense, as he slams his pelvis into you.
âYouâre mine,â he growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness, his lips brushing against your neck before he bites down softly, enough to make you moan his name.
âFffuck, yes, Buckyââ
âYouâre so tight,â he gasps, his voice thick with need as he watches your reactions, the way your body responds to him. âGod, you feel incredible.â
Before you can respond, he shifts his angle, driving into you harder, deeper. Your knees are pressed together, pointed to one side as he lifts your hips slightly. Every time he ruts into you, he hits that fleshy, sweet spot in your cunt.Â
âYes, Buck!â you gasp. âJust like that.â
âLook at me,â he demands, his voice barely above a growl. âI want you to remember this every time you think of him.â His words are punctuated with a dangerous tinge that almost makes them sound like a threat. A warning.Â
âWant you to fall apart around me, doll. Go on. Cum on me,â he commands. His movements grow frenzied, his body shaking with intense pleasure as he drives his cock mercilessly into your core.
You practically scream out hoarsely, the sound mingling with his as he follows you into bliss, his hot seed filling you completely.
Bucky collapses beside you, panting, and you turn to face him, a blissful smile breaking across your lips.
âThat was fucking incredible,â you whisper.Â
He catches his breath, his fingers trailing along your cheek, his gaze softening. âYou have no idea how much I needed that,â he admits.Â
âI can kind of tell,â you tease lightly.Â
He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leans in, brushing his lips against yours again. âYouâre amazing.â
You smile back, despite the pang of wistfulness in your heart. Because even as his memory lingers, you can feel yourself falling deeper for Bucky.Â
âThank you,â you say sincerely, âSo are you, Buck.â You take a breath, the words caught in your throat, as you desperately attempt to address whatever it is that needs to be addressed, but he sees the turmoil in your eyes, and gently cradles your face with one hand.
âIâm sorry, I donât⊠I donât knowâŠâ you mumble.Â
âHey,â he says, offering a soft smile, âitâs okay, itâs okay.â You feel hopelessâit should be you consoling him. About whatever this is, and how the memory of Steve continues to complicate everything. Perhaps it always will. But here he is, carrying that burden for the both of you.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, a gesture carrying nothing but tenderness.Â
Maybe even love.
âIâm with you, doll,â he promises. âUntil the end of the line.â
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I'm kinda rushing through the events of tfatws, but I want to reach a certain point in time for Steve to make his entrance!
Writing this made me really, really feel for Bucky. My allegiance sways every week. I don't know what to do đ«đ„Č
oh, and the header images have been updated to include our Buck! As always, I am keen to know what yous think about this chapter đđđ
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characters: s. rintaro, m. atsumu
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: 1.1k
summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you give them a silent treatment.
SUNA RINTARO
Sunaâs keen observation and logical reasoning are always on point. Thatâs why whenever you try opening up to him regarding your problems and worries, heâll shut them out in the most logical way he could.
Usually, when you are feeling overstimulated with your emotions, you just need a breather and you already know what to do. However, your boyfriend could not understand that yet at some point.
So when you tried opening up regarding the pressure of reviewing for college applications, you were already shut down with his remarks such as âWell, you can try reviewing harder, right? Thereâs nothing we can learn in this world so use your resources appropriatelyâ
âRin, I know what to do! Can you justâŠlisten to me and maybe offer some comfort if you can?â âWhy? Whatâs the point of ranting when you couldâve done something about it and actually made a difference?â
You hated that heâs right and you hated that you couldnât do anything about it. To prevent yourself from detonating like a bomb, you picked all your things up and left his room as quickly as you could to get some fresh air.
With a huge sigh, his foxy eyes just twitched as he watched your figure disappear from his sight.
You figured out that it's best to just chill out and let everything flow before approaching your boyfriend again because honestly, your mind is still declining from everything.
However, your plan to chill out seems like a little bit hard to carry out, especially when you are also the manager of the Inarizaki VBC.
When their preparation for the incoming practice match with another school started and you did not even bother to look Suna's way, the Miya twins exchanged glances and instantly knew that there was something wrong.
The way your gaze shifted and avoided him during the meeting, Suna felt like his heart was being bruised a fist. He never thought that you avoiding him and giving him a silent treatment could hurt this bad.
The first round of practice just finished and he was already lingering towards you, expecting that youâll hand his bottle of pocari sweat; however, when he saw you leaving as soon as you saw him towards you, he knew he had enough.
âCome on, Y/N,â he spoke, hand quickly grabbing your elbow in a soft way to prevent you from escaping. âDonât give me this silent treatment. It hurts here,â he then pointed at his heart, eyelids drooping.
âIâm sorry, I couldnât really give you the support and comfort you needed. But maybe if you can enlighten me with how I can help you, maybe we can understand each other more.â
Suna doesnât lie. It hurts him so much seeing you ignore his presence like he wasnât existing at all. He doesn't like the feeling. He loathes it so much.
Atsumu will definitely try to pull some shitty pranks however, Kita was fast enough to stop him and pull him by the hem of his shorts before he could do something.
The both of you talked, almost forgetting that Suna is in the middle of training.
The Inarizaki VBC intentionally left the two of you and continued with the practice, letting you guys fix the childish argument you had.
Right after that, Suna was on fire and didnât even slack off the whole training. In his mind, he's definitely thinking of ways to make it up to you after his training. In fact, he's already thinking of taking you to eat ramen with him which is your comfort food and make you talk to him about your worries once again.
He promised himself that he'll listen and give you advice or comfort or maybe both with a few hugs and kisses to ease you up.
âShould we try setting something to make Rintaro and Y/N argue and make it up before a match so that Suna will be on his best game?â Atsumu proposed.
âDonât even think about it. Iâll bury you.â Suna answered with his eyes shooting lasers towards the blond male.
MIYA ATSUMU
Arguments with him usually lasted the whole day, depending on how deep the fight was or how petty his actions were. However, this particular argument lasted for 3 straight days. It can actually be fixed however, your boyfriend chose to be an ass instead of talking this shit thoroughly with you.
When his brother, Osamu called you at 8 in the evening to help him calm his idiot brother down who nearly trashed the whole gymnasium of Inarizaki just because he wasnât having his best day and play, he chose to ignore you and your attempts to soothe his frustrations out which escalated into a heated argument and bickering in front on the whole Inarizaki volleyball team.
If it wasnât for Kita interfering and saying something like âyou know that you could be benched in the following games if you continued doing this, right?â then he wouldnât calm down and stop throwing the volleyball everywhere.
When you attempted to be the bigger person and sat down to have a talk with him, he decided to fold and close himself with every option and raised his voice at you which made your blood boil.
After making sure that Osamu took his brother home safely, you went back home alone and left a few text messages but he never texted or called you back. So, you figured out that itâs the cue and both of you needed some space and time to cool down.
On the second day of the argument, it was hell for Atsumu. He tried calling you twice. However, you still feel shitty with the way he acted on you that day so you never answered his calls.
He left multiple missed calls accompanied with messages like âbaby please answer the phoneâ âđđđâ âi missed you. Iâm sorry, i was an assâ
A day after, thereâs a few knocks on your doors and you were welcomed with Atsumu in his usual volleyball training outfit, head hanging low with both of his hands inside the maroon pockets of his university jacket.
âIâm sorry,â he said with the softest voice youâve ever heard. âCan I come in?â
Upon closing your door, he didnât even give you time to adjust with his presence and instantly pulled you into a hug.
âWaitâAre you crying?â âThe hell Iâm crying! Yer not answering any of my calls and messages! I thought Iâm gonna lose you!â
And there he is, Atsumu the big baby like he always is. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a few good smacks before talking everything through and reminding of the boundaries and of course, letting him let out all of his frustrations.
Atsumu will definitely feel like the shittiest person ever after realizing that he just yelled at you in front of the whole team. He also got some punches from Osamu after they went home that day.
âIâm so sorry baby. I know itâs not an excuse but please, donât give up on me. Iâm working on becoming a better person every day.â
The following days were spent with him making up with you and apologizing to Inarizaki VBC.
Surely, he earned a few punches from Osamu again because what he did is still an ass move.
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