#but being with her just completely sucks the air from my lungs and the sense from my brain

[crguang]

Hi!! May I request NSFW with these prompts. I prefer if you write them with sub afab!reader in mind cuz I'm just a big sub and bottom for these gorgeous women <3 kafhimeswan makes my heart swoon ♥

1. gp!Kafka

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” (#43)

2. Black Swan with this prompt makes me akbdhsbsjsbs hehe “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”(#86)

3. Himeko makes me yearn!! “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” (#64)

btw I always come back to your kafka fics and your black swan 9k+ smutshot, I just can't get them out of my head, I love how you write them!!!

ive been wanting to do this one as soon as you sent it and finally got the time, hehe. save me kafhimeswan, save me… these prompts were amazing, ty for the kind words too!

cw: smut, fem!subreader, gp!kafka, vaginal penetration (kafka), fingering and mirror sex (swan), scissoring (himeko)

The two of you are a tangle of limbs and heated touches, needy sighs and broken moans as your lips lock in sloppy kisses and your hands travel down each other’s bodies in messy attempts at undressing the other completely. Kafka has an advantage since you’re only wearing jeans and a t-shirt for this infiltration mission; she lifts the shirt off your head and absentmindedly throws it across the room, and her mouth is back on yours the moment it’s taken off. Her nimble hands make quick work of the buttons on your pants while you fumble with the harness over her chest. She chuckles into your mouth, a low, muffled sound of amusement, and one of your hands leaves her torso to tangle in her hair, gripping tight. Her head tilts back with the movement, a sharp exhale through her nose the only indication of how aroused the gesture made her. The smug smile on her face shows her pearly white teeth. Her eyes, though lidded, threaten to swallow you whole.

“Eager?” She asks, but she doesn’t need an answer. 

Kafka guides you back into the wall with a firm hold on your hips, pinning you between the cool drywall and the warmth of her body pressing against yours. You feel her breath on your lips and her chest into yours. She lifts a hand to tilt your head further up, giving her better access to steal the air from your lungs with another heady kiss. Her tongue explores the inside of your mouth, swirling around your own and wetting your lips in the process. Your mind fogs up and desire takes over your senses. You want her closer despite there being little to no space for it, and your fingers hook under the waistband of her shorts to pull her further into you. Kafka doesn’t bother taking off your bra, she slips a hand under the material and grabs a handful of your breast, delighting in the noise of pleasure she draws from you. She squeezes and fondles, her need apparent in her lack of gentleness. Your hips rock into hers and the pleased hum that rumbles from her throat only turns you on more. 

You’re already wet, you can feel the fabric of your underwear cling to your cunt as Kafka kisses you languidly and plays with your hardening nipple. Your fingers wander down her shorts to palm her over the clothing. The sensation of her growing bulge under your hand combined with her hot mouth assaulting yours makes your head spin. You need her so badly, you’re tempted to beg her to fuck you stupid. 

Her lips trail down your jaw and end where your neck meets your shoulder, parting to suck the skin until it darkens, and her tongue darts out to soothe it afterwards. Her teeth leave love bites across your shoulder, prettily marking you up in a way that would take half an hour to cover up. Her fingers harshly twist your nipple, prompting a surprised moan from you, and you grip her clothed cock over her shorts in retaliation to which she simply hums dazedly. 

“If we had more time I would punish you for that,” her voice speaks of future promises, and she raises her head to gaze down at you, the dim light darkening her irises. “That’ll be for later. Luckily for you, there’s only half an hour before the IPC barges in here, so…”

Kafka pulls her shirt out of her leather shorts and expertly unclasps their buttons. You watch her hands push the clothing past her hips and down to her ankles, busying yourself with doing the same thing to your jeans. Your mouth waters at the outline of her thick cock under her boxers. You swallow a couple of times, not dwelling on your disappointment at the fact that you won’t have the time to properly take it into your mouth. Kafka’s hands are on you again, squeezing your hips as she presses against you and bucks into your covered cunt. Her lips find yours hungrily with a pace even you have trouble following.  She takes, takes, takes what she wants without ceremony; she pulls down your underwear so it hangs around your ankles and spreads your thighs as far as they can go using one hand, never letting go of your mouth and swallowing the breathless whimpers that escape it. 

She betrays her own need with how urgently she sinks two fingers between your labia and smears your slick over your pussy. Her middle finger dips past your dripping entrance, drawing another weak, broken moan from you, but it withdraws a few seconds later. You don’t have time to whine for her to fill you, Kafka separates from your mouth and slides her underwear down her legs, freeing her already leaking cock. You don’t have the time to admire her either, she’s on a mission (well, two) and instantly grinds her cock into your cunt. Your eyes fall shut at the sensation of her shaft sliding between your pussy lips, coating her length in your slick. It brushes the tip of your clit and you have to hold on to the back of her shirt to stay upright, thighs trembling from the pleasure. 

Your needy moans and quiet mewls drive Kafka crazy. Despite the need to keep a clear mind, her desire to take you right there burns hot in her stomach and makes her throb almost painfully. She aligns her cock with your entrance, groaning low as she sinks the head into your warm cunt. Your forehead falls on her shoulder, lips parted to let out another whine, and your fingers’ tight grip on her shirt wrinkles the fabric, pulling her even closer.

“Mm… Slowly, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kafka inches into you slowly enough to allow you some time to adjust to being filled. Her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips. It takes some effort to pause and let you catch your breath once she’s fully inside you. She lifts your thighs and wraps it around her waist to give herself more room to thrust deep into your pussy, not bothering to conceal the drawn out groans that spill from her lips. 

“Mmm…” Kafka’s lazy moans sound near your ear, breath heavy as she fills you with her cock. Her pace is irregular, only seeking pleasure from you, and it takes all of your strength to keep yourself standing against the wall. 

It feels so good, you feel so full, you barely register your own pitiful whimpers. 

“F-Fu—Hah… Please…” You don’t know what you’re begging for; her throbbing head hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you, the release building in your stomach, the need for her to paint your walls white like icing on a wedding cake… 

You can’t think, can only babble broken sentences as she drives into you and pleasure rocks through your body in electrifying little jolts. You don’t feel the saliva at the corner of your lips from how long your mouth has stayed open. There’s that familiar, intoxicating feeling of your guts tightening before you cream on Kafka’s cock with a muffled cry into her shoulder. Her hips stutter, your cunt clenching tight around her and slowing her pace, though the intensity of her thrusts only increases with the need to come herself. She bucks into you roughly, taking your breath away. You see the birth of a star behind your eyelids. Kafka comes suddenly and bottoms out inside you, emptying herself into you in hot spurts, a curse on her lips. 

You’re a bit dizzy when you come down from your high, biting your lip as she slips out of you. You know you have a mission to complete, but your legs have turned into mush and Kafka has to support your standing weight with an arm around your back. You’re breathing heavily, and the minutes pass where your mind begins to sharpen back to its original state. Kafka has a pleased smile on her face, gently letting go of you to dress herself, and you sigh happily while you do the same.

You hear thumping footsteps from the floors below.

“Kafka, where’d you put my shirt?”

“…Mm?”

“…Are you fucking serious?!”

Your eyelids lower, your mind in a daze so blissful you can’t fully register the scene happening through the standing mirror right in front of you. Dried fruit and smoky notes fill the room with the scent of her and unscarred hands brush along the muscles of your arms; the unnatural warmth of her immaterial body pressed into your back cages you in, a dizzying embrace you wish you could live in until her duty calls her away. She is at once in front of you, staring back at you with dim, lustful eyes, and she is around you, touching you like she’s savoring the feel of you under her fingertips. Her presence appears larger than life and you are sprawled in the center of her palm, exposed to her hungry gaze and unable to hide even the deepest parts of you. You find it difficult to meet the galaxy reflected in her eyes, its intensity is only amplified by the fact that she undressed you mere moments ago and you are now stripped to your underwear and completely at her mercy. Round nails painted to match the colorful stained glass jewelry over her collarbones leave proof of their passage in the form of goosebumps that rise on your skin as they trail across your chest, following the edges of your bra. She teases you, revels in your flustered expression and the knowledge that she has reduced you to a puppet on her strings. 

You watch as her hand travels under the pad of your bra and replaces it with her palm, possessively cupping one breast. Your head lolls to the side and your eyes flutter shut for only a second; slender fingers under your chin firmly guide you back to face the mirror and you bite back a needy noise when your nipple is pinched between two digits.

“Forgotten already?” Black Swan’s low, sultry voice sounds from behind your ear, amused and playful. “Eyes on me, sweet girl…” 

You comply and meet her gaze through the mirror, embarrassment washing over you at the sight of her pleased smile and the position you’re in. Your stiff nipples are visible beneath your bra, your thighs are already spread in anticipation for her touch without her saying a word, and in this moment, she could do anything to you and you would take with a desperate moan. Her fingers dig slightly into your jaw, keeping you from moving your head to evade her heated stare a second time. You shift a little, flustered, because the hand around your breast has stopped moving and your body longs for her skillful ministrations.

“You’re squirming…”  You feel her warm breath on the back of your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your throat is dry, and you can’t manage a reply. You swallow once, unable to be anything but honest when she looks at you this way, as if she already held every answer you could ever provide. You feel her at the edge of your consciousness, her presence made purposely obvious to your senses. She is everywhere and she wants you to be aware of it. 

“How adorable,” Black Swan’s hand leaves your face and traces the plane of your bare stomach. Her lips stretch in a wider smile, one she means innocent but that has an edge of desire she can’t contain. “Forgive me, darling, but I cannot resist. You are a painting.”

The compliment doesn’t surprise you, she repeats it quite often, but her sincerity still makes you bashful. Black Swan chuckles at your reaction and presses a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingertips slither further down, toying with the waistband of your underwear, and you suck in an inaudible breath, anticipation taut in your belly. You watch each of her movements through the reflecting glass like she wants you to; embarrassment and arousal merge together inside of you as her middle finger sinks between your lips and leisurely rubs your covered slit, feeling the wetness through the thin fabric. You feel Black Swan’s aroused hum from where her lips are still pressed to your skin. She proves her own eagerness by slipping her hand into your panties and running two of her fingers down your slit, properly coating them in your slick. You can’t conceal a quiet moan when she circles your pulsing clit with a digit and applies delicious pressure to the sensitive bud. The hand on your chest resumes its gentle massage. All the while, her eyes, like glowing suns against the pitch black of the firmament, drink in every inch of your body under her touch and sears the moment in a corner of her mind she will share with no one else. 

Black Swan touches you with the expertise of someone who’s learned you from the inside. She draws sharp gasps and breathless moans and lustful sighs out of you as if she were a conductor and you her favored symphony. Her lips follow a path to the crook of your neck, prompting you to tilt your head, and plant hot kisses on your skin. She toys with your clit using two fingers and repeats each ministration with the ones on your nipple. Your stomach tightens, pleasure tingles down to the tip of your toes, and your own fingers grip her thighs to keep yourself upright, digging into the soft flesh. You don’t last long. Your clit throbs as you come with a long moan, eyes screwing shut with the intensity of the pleasure assaulting you, and your thighs close together, trapping her hand between them. She’s forced to stop the sweet torture of your pussy but continues to pinch and twist your stiff nipple under your bra to prolong the sensations.

Black Swan’s mouth wanders up the side of your neck to your ear. She sucks the lobe between her lips, and your chest heaves, body shuddering as your orgasm slowly subsides. 

“How ravishing you are…”

Your lashes flutter at her soft words, blinking to look back at her through the mirror. In her eyes is a bottomless hunger that you’ve become familiar with over time, it is gaping and consuming, and she doesn't have to utter another word for you to understand that she will indeed ravish you.

Himeko is a vision above you, straddled on your lap with her knees on each side of your frame, forcing her plush thighs open; she towers over you as a fragment of your most yearnful dreams, long vivid hair cascading down her back like the most beautiful waterfall and creamy skin so soft to the touch it almost feels blasphemous to sully with your hands. Her bare body is a creation of a higher being, but your disbelieving eyes are drawn to the stars in her eyes when she gazes down at you like you are worthy to stand by her side. She looks at you the same way you stare up at her, with undeniable devotion. It is something you often have difficulty coming to terms with because how can someone so beautiful choose to wake up next to you every morning? Your lips are parted and her gaze is tender, an adept hand brushing up between the valley of your breasts. 

Himeko leans forward until her chest is flushed to yours and cups your cheeks in her warm hands, staring into your eyes with a smile in hers. 

“Is it not obvious how much I adore you?” Her muttered words are warm against your lips, her golden irises as bright as an afternoon sun. 

It is. Himeko loves you in a way that is so evident, to you and everyone with eyes to see and ears to hear. She always handles you so carefully, not because she’s afraid you’ll break with a firmer touch but because this is how she loves. It’s in a reassuring hand on your lower back when you’re nervous and in gentle kisses up your neck when she wants to show you just how much she reveres you. It’s in how deeply she listens when you speak and the words of affirmation that easily spill from her lips. Her feelings are incontestable, she makes sure of it, but your treacherous mind still can’t fully comprehend why. Even now, beneath her weight, you feel she could have anyone she desires and is instead here with you. It’s baffling.

“Of course,” you reply just as quietly, lifting a hand to brush red strands out of her face, “it simply feels… nonsensical, at times.”

Himeko’s thumb brushes the skin under your eye. “You idolize me too much.”

“It’s impossible not to.”

She fondly shakes her head but her small smile is radiant. She traces your features with a finger, over your brows and along the bridge of your nose, then follows the curve of your upper lip. Himeko watches the movement of it on your face before meeting your eyes once again. 

“You’re so beautiful. How could I be anything but in love with you?”

You don’t answer her soft question, averting your gaze for a second. Her head bends to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with hers. Her kiss is gentle yet firm, tangible proof of her desire for you, and you feel your body heat up under her for the second time tonight. Her tongue swipes over your bottom lip then slips into your mouth to entangle with yours. You’re aware of the warmth of her thighs caging your hips and the remnants of the pleasure you ripped out of her earlier, a mix of slick and cum smearing over your lower belly from where she is pressed against you. Your hands take hold of her waist, squeezing once. Himeko’s uneven breath fans across your lips when she withdraws from you. Bodies flushed together, you can feel each shiver that runs through her as her need for you builds, the heat between her thighs growing wetter with every kiss she takes from you. 

“You are worth… all of my attention...” she breathes out between each one, “all… of my devotion… so sweet…”

Himeko kisses your lips, your jaw, up your cheek and down to your mouth again like she can’t get enough. Your lashes flutter under her affection, and you readily welcome her mouth on yours, your cunt throbbing with arousal. Her hips begin to roll into you, seeking sweet friction, and she swallows the moan that leaves you. She smears her cum on your skin with every rhythmic motion of her body, but it isn’t enough for either of you. Himeko lifts her head and the thin string of saliva connecting your lips breaks on her chin as she straightens up above you, the embers of her eyes alight with both lust and a determination to prove that her heart belongs to you. 

Her chest rises and falls, perky pink nipples adding a soft color to the canvas of her skin. She shifts, settling between our thighs with one leg over yours, and holds it up over her shoulder with a hand. 

“I want to feel you…” 

Himeko lowers herself on you, slick pussy sliding over yours in a messy kiss, and she makes a low noise that is half moan and half groan at the contact. She looks so pretty with her lidded eyes and parted lips, your breathing stutters as she takes what she needs from you and bucks her hips further into your cunt. A quiet moan escapes you and your fingers grab a fistful of the sheets beneath you. You follow her pace, encouraged by her sounds of pleasure and the feeling of her clit bumping into yours. 

“Aeons… Mmnh…” Himeko’s broken sentences are breathless and underlined with pretty moans. She lifts her free hand to cup her breast, long hair draped over her back when her head tilts back.

She feels so good against you, your combined wetness makes it easy to grind into her pussy in search of friction. You’re unable to look away from the flush across her chest, her rosy cheeks and the shine on her lips, greedily taking in the sight of her as if you’ll wake up any moment and find her gone from your bed. Your body is hot, sweat begins to cling to your brow, but you can’t focus on anything but how gorgeous Himeko is and how good her cunt feels like this. She spreads her cum over you, warm and slick. She doesn’t contain the noises that tumble from her mouth, aroused sighs and low hums, and the frequency of them tells you that she’s close to coming. You feel your own orgasm build in your lower belly, begging to burst. 

“H-Hime—” you stammer pathetically, words interrupted by a needy whine. 

Himeko’s gaze connects with yours at the sound of her name uttered so breathlessly. She understands what you mean to say, she’s teetering on the edge herself, and she manages a quiet command.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

A quiver runs through your thighs as your release washes over you, and Himeko lets out a high-pitched moan at the same time, fingers closing around her nipple. She comes with you, bucking her hips into your pussy to ride her high, her head tilted to the ceiling. Your cum mixes with hers, dripping down your cunt and ruining the sheets below you. You try to steady your thundering heart, a forearm over your forehead. You feel Himeko’s little shivers and hear her heavy breaths before she finally separates from you and resumes her earlier position on top of you. Her nose burrows into your neck, breasts pressed to your torso, and you wrap an arm around her frame to hold her against you. 

It takes a moment before she can speak properly again. 

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” The confession is warm against your pulse, directly spoken over your heartbeat. “I’ll prove it as many times as I have to.”

You don’t tell her that you already believe her.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • VIII

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 5.4k

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Eight - Fool Myself (EDITED: 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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Noah turned away from us, shaking his head. “It's none of your business.”

“It is my business now.” Nicholas stood up, positioning himself next to me in a protective manner.

I furrowed my brow and took a step back from Ruffilo. “Can someone please explain what's going on?”

A cynical smirk appeared on Ruffilo's face as he let out a quick laugh, scoffing at the brunette in front of him. “You didn't ask her where you really wanted to take her out, did you?”

Noah ran a hand over his face. “I was getting there.”

I looked between them again before turning my head towards Noah. “Where were you planning to take me?”

Noah licked his lips thoughtfully before turning to me. “I need your help.”

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“Y/N hurry up!” Kiean yelled, his blonde curls bouncing underneath his black hood as he threw the canvas duffle bag towards me, placing his gun between his waistband. He ran behind the counter, typing on the keyboard of the desk computer frantically.

The alarms blared between the walls as I hastily tried to listen to the clicks of the safe, my heart racing as adrenaline rushed through me, my hands sweating beneath the leather gloves.

My breath quickened beneath the full white masquerade mask, the moisture building between the plastic and my skin, causing my chest to heave.

In a matter of minutes, the police would arrive and a shoot-out would begin.

‘k-12 to k-11’, Kean screamed over his walkie, my senses completely overloaded as the mixture of sounds rang through my ears.

‘k-11 to k-12, over.’

‘status of the doors?’

I looked away from the safe briefly towards the glass front doors, watching as the other masked figures held the rifles pointed towards the blocked exterior. I turned back as I anxiously flicked between the code, seconds being wasted the longer I failed to open it.

‘blocked.’ the voice responded.

‘hostages?’ Kiean asked.

‘detained.’

My gaze fell upon the huddled figures crouched on the ground, their bodies curled up in a defensive posture as they trembled with terror. A second group of armed men loomed over them, pressing the barrel of a rifle against the skin of a woman who fought back with her words, resulting in a deafening chorus of screams as one of the men fired his gun.

I closed my eyes, wishing to wake up from this nightmare.

But it was real.

“Is that fucking safe open yet?”

My blood ran cold as a shiver ran through my spine, the voice of my bad decision stopping my fingers mid-turn.

A gloved hand gripped the back of my neck and I looked up at the mask that mirrored my own, the only skin was his piercing green eyes that glared at me, filled with outrage. My lungs could no longer suck in oxygen as I gasped for a breath, desperate.

“You have ten fucking seconds to open that door, or I'll blow your brains out, you pathetic piece of shit.”

His fingers tightened around my neck, and I fought back tears as I watched in horror, trying to nod beneath his grip.

"Kade!" Kiean barked. "Leave her alone!"

Kade glared at me with disgust for a moment longer before releasing me, allowing me to gasp for air.

I used to be captivated by his green eyes.

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Y/N

I perched on the edge of my bed, ending my phone call with my boss by blaming a bout of food poisoning. It was a classic excuse. I picked up the plastic mask and ran my fingers over the years of shame it represented, causing memories from my past to resurface in my mind. Noah was aware of some parts of my story, but not the whole reason why I had left my old life behind. Even though I knew he would most likely still accept me, I was too scared to tell him. The thought of sharing my full story with him made me anxious, and for now, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I think I lost my mind Everything I knew came falling down Anything I build comes crashing down

I was trying to leave my old life behind…but I knew I was experienced enough to help him.

However, I knew that this was going to tie me right back to those I left. If I helped him, I would be stuck in the never-ending loop again. They would find me.

I'm pleading, "God, not now" Save me from my sins before I leave Free me from the weight so I can breathe

But for some reason, I was willing to do anything for Noah.

Why?

I was clearly fucking crazy.

The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again

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NOAH

Y/N and I agreed to go tonight.

I was scared to ask her, especially after Ruffilo confronted us. I did genuinely want to take her out on a date. I wanted to spend time with her.

But I did need her help.

I outlined the heist plan and to my surprise, she agreed without hesitation. The look on her face left me puzzled. I was anticipating some resistance, but she simply took a deep breath and seemed lost in thought for a moment before nodding and saying she needed to gather a few items.

Her reaction was peculiar; it almost seemed like she was struggling with conflicting thoughts. Was she torn between her morals, knowing that what we were doing was wrong? Or was there something else going on?

I quickly sent a text to Vincent informing him that I would meet him immediately after the heist to sell the drugs, around midnight.

“See you then, Sebastian. Same spot.”

Hope coursed through my veins as the plans fell perfectly into place. I quickly grabbed my backpack and gear before rushing up the stairs to Y/N's room. I knocked on the door as I pushed it open, revealing Y/N sitting with a party mask in her hands. It was a simple white plastic mask with a beautiful black masquerade design spiralling around the eyes. I studied her expression as she continued to stare at the mask, flipping it around in her hands. Something about it seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I had seen it before.

“Do you want one of my masks?” I asked, sitting next to her on the mattress, assessing the plastic she traced her fingers with as if recalling a memory.

She took a shaky breath as she declined, turning to face me and giving me a curt smile, “This one works fine.”

I watched as Y/N’s shoulders began to shake in what I assumed was nervousness, and I placed a hand on hers that held the mask, “You don’t have to do this with me.”

She jumped lightly at my touch, leaving me confused before pulling away.

“I promised I would help you, Noah,” she said, getting up from her seat and grabbing her backpack.

Y/N pulled out a walkie-talkie from the bag, tossing one to me. I raised an eyebrow as I caught it, surprised to see such a high-tech radio in her possession.

“When did you get these?” I asked, almost laughing at the old-school equipment.

She shrugged nonchalantly, zipping up her backpack as she eyed me once more, “A long time ago. I'll give one to the boys too so we can stay connected. They can keep track of what's happening on the sidelines.”

I nodded as I placed the device in my cargo pants pocket. Y/N moved around the room, gathering various items before turning back to face me.

“Do you have extra clothes underneath your black outfit?” She asked with a serious expression that sent chills down my spine.

I turned my head to look at her, standing up from the bed, “No... should I?”

She nodded, raising an eyebrow as if it was obvious, “Yes, and grab another hat too.”

I gave her a curious look and followed her command, heading to the spare bedroom to grab some fresh clothes. Once we had everything we needed, we stood at the front door, ready to leave. Ruffilo was waiting for us by the stairs, his arms folded as he analyzed us before giving Y/N a tight hug and then turning to me.

"Stay safe out there. I'll be tracking you," he said with a nod, his concern evident in his gaze toward Y/N.

"Don't forget to keep your phone and my laptop on, with the password being Juice," Y/N reminded Nicholas, who nodded and gave her a thumbs up in response.

"Why?" I asked Y/N, surprised by their close relationship.

"You never know when you might need backup," she replied with a smile, but I could see the worry behind her eyes, which only heightened my own anxiety.

We exchanged nods before waving goodbye to Nicholas and leaving through the front door. The cool air hit my face, reminding me that this was happening - Y/N was coming with me. Was this truly a good idea?

We got into the van, with me in the driver's seat and Y/N in the passenger's seat.

"So," Y/N started as I pulled away from the curb and drove down the street, "I've never been to this pharmacy before and I have no idea how many cameras there are."

"Folio said there shouldn't be any inside since it's an old place, but there are probably two outside," I replied as I turned down the music in the car.

Y/N nodded in understanding, "Then we should park on Twelfth Ave so we're far enough away from any cameras near the pharmacy."

I hummed in agreement as I took a deep breath. Her knowledge and strategic thinking impressed me. "You seem to know what you're doing."

She briefly glanced at me before looking out the window, watching the city pass by. "I've seen enough movies."

I chuckled, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "I guess so."

We rode in silence for most of the trip, with soft music from the radio filling the void. As we approached Twelfth Ave, I parked on the side of the road.

"Ready?" I asked Y/N.

She hummed as she peered out the window, looking for cameras before giving me a nod.

“We’re good. Masks on before we get out.”

I laughed, cocking my head to the side, “Isn’t this my mission?”

She smiled at me, “Of course; but you asked for my help.”

“Touche,” I slipped the fabric over my head as I pulled my hood over. The car doors slammed shut and we began walking down the sidewalk, Y/N’s hands now governed with gloves.

“Walkie is set to channel 14?” She asked me, double-checking hers before clipping it to her belt.

“Yes,” I chuckled, reassuring her with a glance.

Y/N nodded, walking ahead of me quickly, “Ok. Before we hit the 13th street we need to check for more cameras, especially on the buildings across the street. Then scope out a place we can hide behind to change once we’re done.”

I blinked rapidly, surprised by her knowledge and instantly curious. I followed closely behind her, obeying her every command. As we reached 13th Ave, my eyes followed hers as she scanned the surrounding brick buildings, pointing out a camera across the street.

"That one has probably already seen us," she said, her voice hitching in her throat.

I instinctively pulled her back and turned her to face me. "What-"

"Let me finish," she cut me off, breathing heavily from behind her mask. "I need to call Nicholas."

The woman next to me dialled Ruffilo's number on her phone. Y/N grabbed my arm and led me to the side, between two buildings where we were sheltered by bricks.

"Hey, Ruffles," she whispered into the phone. "Yeah, everything's okay. I need your help with the cameras, can you get my laptop?"

I watched with curiosity as she spoke quietly into the phone.

"Log in to my computer and click on the blue app on my desktop, the one with an eye icon- yes- that one."

She glanced at me before looking down at the ground. "Password is Kade. K-A-D-E. All capitals."

Kade?

I felt my heart skip a beat at the mention of that name. Kade. Why did Y/N have a password with that name? And why did she seem so hesitant to say it out loud?

Y/N continued her hushed conversation with Nicholas, giving him instructions on how to access some kind of surveillance system. I tried to piece together what was happening, but my mind kept circling back to that name. Kade. It stirred something in my memory, but I couldn't quite place it.

Y/N held the phone closer to her ear, frantically beginning to pace, “OK, now I need you to type the address of Noah’s tracker into the box on the bottom. Grey box.”

My brows furrowed in confusion as I watched her actions. It was some serious spy-level stuff, and I couldn't understand how she knew about it or why she was doing it. It was making me question how well I actually knew Y/N. "Type in the IP address, including the zeros. Then click on the red icon that appears on the right."

“It’s asking for another password.” I could hear Nicholas on the other side of Y/N’s phone faintly.

“Try Kiean. K-I-E-A-N.”

“Nope.”

Y/N was silent for a moment, and I watched as her chest heaved beneath her black zip-up. She hesitated for a moment, as if the words were unable to escape her lips, “Try- try my name and the date 06-13.”

“Yeah, that worked. Now what?”

June 13?

I gazed into Y/N's eyes, trying to gauge her reaction behind her mask. Her eyelids were starting to glaze over with tears. "Okay, now click on the box that should have appeared," I instructed, my voice shaking slightly. "You'll need to enter this code... are you ready?"

I heard Nick hum and Y/N began spitting out random letters and numbers, “qqp;//0-0-0:879230/live.”

“Then put in Noah’s IP, and then continue with ‘.off/GO113MODULE=shutdown.”

What the fuck?

“Ok. That did something?”

“Did a timer pop up?” Y/N asked hastily, before eying me.

“Yeah- it says 7 minutes and it’s counting down.”

"Perfect. Thanks, Ruffles. Call me when two minutes are remaining.” Y/N hung up the phone before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the ally towards the pharmacy.

“The cameras are down. We only have seven minutes to pull this off before the alarms alert the police.”

I had so many questions, but I could only stare at her in confusion and admiration.

We arrived at the pharmacy door, and I reached for my crowbar from its place on my back. I struggled for a moment, gritting my teeth as I pulled on the door.

Y/N mumbled, “Push instead of pulling. It's faster.” So I followed her instructions, and the door swung open within seconds.

“How did you know-”

But she paid no attention to my question and walked past me as the piercing sound of the alarm filled the street from inside the pharmacy. Adrenaline surged through me as we dove into action, quickly scanning shelves and frantically grabbing items to stuff into our extra backpacks. Heading towards the back of the store where the prescriptions were kept, I could feel my heart racing with every second that ticked by on the alarm clock.

Y/N followed my lead and quickly vaulted over the counter, squeezing herself between the tightly packed shelves. She scooped up different bottles and packets of pills, throwing them into her bag with practiced speed.

"You know what you're doing," I yelled over the blaring alarm, flinging bottles in every direction, trying to be as efficient as possible.

Y/N glanced at me but focused on her task, ignoring my question.

I leaned closer, grabbing her arm as she went for a bubble pack of pills. "How do you know all this from movies? The camera hack? What the hell?" I knew it was probably not the best time to interrogate her, but I couldn't help myself.

"Can you please shut up?" She seethed between gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes at me in frustration. "Right now, Noah, the cops could show up any minute. Focus on getting the money instead of worrying about me."

She snatched her arm away from my grip and moved to the other side of the counter, making her way to the cash register. I watched in amazement as she used a crowbar to pry open the drawer and gather the cash inside.

I shook my head in a mixture of disbelief and respect. Maybe taking Y/N along on this heist was a good idea after all.

Her phone rang and we both looked at each other, our eyes meeting through our masks. "Two minutes until the cameras turn on, we need to go!" She shouted over the blaring alarm.

I nodded in agreement before remembering one of the main reasons we were here: to grab her medication.

"Wait!" I called out, turning around. Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem.

My eyes scanned frantically through the shelves, searching for the specific medications. Adderall. Check. Diazepam. Check.

“Noah!” Y/N screamed, her arms raised as she stood at the door. The store alarm beeped in the background, accompanied by distant sirens that signalled their impending arrival.

“Wait- shit!” I bellowed, frantically searching through the last section. My gloved hand slid along the shelf as my heart raced with anticipation until I finally found what I was looking for: Zolpidem. Check. Y/N hovered near the door, her head swivelling between me and the outside world, peeking around the corner to see if any cops were approaching.

Snatching my bag from behind the counter, I stumbled slightly over the mess we had created but quickly caught myself. We sprinted out of the store and I grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling her along with me.

My ears continued to ring as we ran and Y/N started pushing into me.

“Here,” she urged, pressing into my side as she led us down an alleyway further down the street.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded with a heavy exhale, throwing her hood back and ripping off her mask as if it were a disgusting layer of skin.

“Can't it wait until we get home?” I tried to joke, but she glared at me without amusement given our current predicament. As my attempted smile faded, I barely registered the tears streaming down her cheeks as she took off her hoodie and pulled a pink one out of her bag. She threw on a pair of sweatpants over her shorts that were hidden beneath her jeans and knelt to put on a pair of white Converse.

I followed suit, quickly shedding my clothes before slipping into black and white shorts and a white hoodie. As I struggled to put on my vans, I hastily shoved everything back into my bag.

The sirens grew louder, the flashing lights bouncing off the surrounding buildings. We were filled with panic and as soon as Y/N was ready, I grabbed her hand and we ran down the alley together. I scanned the walls for a way out and my eyes landed on a ladder. I tugged at it to make sure it wouldn't collapse before starting to climb.

Y/N followed behind me and once we reached the top of the building, we paused for a moment to catch our breath. She watched me closely before I took off running again. The rocks and debris on the rooftop crunched under my feet as I sprinted, checking over my shoulder frequently to make sure Y/N was still with me and unharmed.

We reached the edge of the roof and surveyed our options. We were surrounded by tall buildings with no clear escape route. The wailing sirens from below urged us to make a decision quickly. My eyes landed on another nearby building with a ladder and ledge attached to it, but we would have to jump to reach it. It seemed risky, but it was our only option.

"Do you trust me?" I asked Y/N, catching my breath, as I looked into her mesmerizing E/C eyes illuminated by moonlight. She gave me a determined look and held out her hand in complete trust.

"Always," she whispered back, squeezing my hand firmly. Feeling reassured, I turned back to face the building ahead of us.

"Follow me," I said, giving her hand a final squeeze before letting go and preparing myself to jump.

With a deep breath, I leaped off the edge of the building, feeling the air rush past me before grabbing onto the ladder and pulling myself up. Once I was secure, I looked up at Y/N and gave her a thumbs up.

She hesitated for a moment, surveying the drop below us. But then she made up her mind and with determination, she followed my lead.

We cautiously made our way across the narrow ledge before reaching the end. I looked down and assessed our next move.

"Okay, we can swing off that pipe over there and onto the top of the dumpster. Then we run," I instructed Y/N, preparing myself for another jump.

She let out a small laugh, "Parkour?"

"Piece of cake," I matched her tone, trying to hide my nerves. "Just watch me." I took a deep breath and launched myself off the edge towards the pipe, landing safely on top of the dumpster. Y/N followed suit, laughing and out of breath but still determined to escape. We ran as fast as we could, adrenaline pumping through our veins as we fled from the approaching danger.

I gingerly walked across the narrow pipe, carefully distributing my weight and using my hands to maintain my balance as I made my way over the dumpster below. Once I was directly above it, I knelt and tested my grip before letting go of the pipe and dropping onto the plastic lid on top of the dumpster.

Y/N followed suit, but her fear showed as she hesitated while hanging onto the pipe with her eyes squeezed shut. "C'mon princess," I encouraged, "I'll catch you."

After a brief moment of consideration, she let go and I caught her in my arms, pulling her close to me. I held on for a moment longer than necessary, feeling grateful to have her by my side, but we still had a mission to complete.

We slid off the dumpster and landed on the cold pavement with a thud. Without hesitation, I grabbed Y/N's hand and we sprinted towards our getaway van. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins more powerfully than any caffeine rush ever could, making me feel truly alive with Y/N at my side.

As we reached the van and climbed inside, locking the doors behind us, we both sat silently catching our breath. My eyes flickered over to Y/N and she turned to face me with a wide grin plastered on her face.

"Damn," she exclaimed, "we did it."

I couldn't help but laugh along with her, feeling proud of what we had accomplished together.

"I can't believe that worked," I chuckled, my throat dry from exertion.

Our laughter died down and I turned to fully face her.

"Yeah..." She trailed off, her smile fading slightly as she seemed lost in thought.

"How did you-" I started to ask before she cut me off abruptly.

"I don't want to talk about it." Her response was curt and dismissive as she began to shut down once again now that the adrenaline had worn off. Her eyes remained fixed straight ahead and I watched her with confusion and concern, a million questions racing through my mind.

What was wrong? And how does she know so much?

As I started the car and gently revved the engine, I knew Y/N didn't want to talk about what had just happened. But I couldn't help but comment on her actions, "What you did back there was beyond impressive. Even I wouldn't have been able to do it."

Y/N remained silent, turning her body away from me.

"You've done this before," I stated with certainty.

Y/N's head snapped towards me, "Noah," she said my name angrily.

I licked my lips in annoyance, dropping the subject for now, "We need to visit someone before we head back."

She swallowed hard and nodded in silence.

As I drove, my mind raced with thoughts. Y/N clearly wasn't being truthful about her past. I recognized that mask from somewhere before. And I could tell by her skills that she must have pulled off some kind of heist before. Who was Kiean, anyway?

Thoughts consumed me until we finally reached the pier. I abruptly stopped the car near an alleyway and turned off the engine, grabbing my mask.

“Put your mask on,” I said, and she nodded, reaching into her bag. I watched as she placed the mask on top of her face and I followed with my own before we pulled the hoodies over our heads once again. I waited for Y/N to get out of the car, watching carefully as she closed the door.

I quickly grabbed her replacement meds from my bag, sliding them into the glovebox before grabbing both our backpacks. I slid out of the car, and walked next to her.

I leaned over, whispering, “Stay behind me, don’t say anything,” and Y/N nodded, trailing behind me as we walked down into the alleyway.

It was quiet, the only sound was our footsteps and distant traffic. I stopped Y/N with my arm before we walked any further down the cement, waiting.

Y/N breathed heavily, and seconds later we heard him.

“Sebastian!” Vincent’s voice boomed through the brick walls.

I cautiously kept my distance as he turned the corner, exposing himself. He walked towards us and flipped a coin between his fingers, tilting his head slightly as his eyes immediately latched onto Y/N. She stood behind me, almost hidden.

“a friend?” His voice raised slightly in question.

I instinctively held out my arm to shield Y/N from danger, but she pushed past me and stood by my side. Vincent immediately stopped flipping his coin when he saw her, a look of recognition in his eyes as he focused on the masked girl standing beside me. He seemed completely entranced by her, and I felt a pang of unease in my stomach at the way he stared. Y/N and I exchanged glances, both of us visibly shaken. A deep chuckle rumbled from Vincent's chest before he spoke, leaving me confused by his words.

“We live in a twilight world.”

Y/N stiffened beside me, silent for a moment before responding.

“And there are no friends at dusk.”

I turned to her, my mind racing in confusion. The tension between them was palpable, almost suffocating. It was clear that there was some sort of connection between them.

She recognized him. He recognized her.

But how? How could they know each other?

Then it hit me - the mask.

Vincent looked away from their eye contest first, the shine of his grillz radiating once he smiled at me.

“What do you have for me? Other than an oh-so-riveting friend.”

I brushed off his question about Y/N and swung my backpack off my shoulders. I unzipped it in front of him, exposing the numerous bottles of pills inside.

“Looks like quite a score,” Vincent chuckled, letting out a low whistle, “But I don't have enough money on me for all that.”

I tried to hide my disappointment, “Then what can I get you?”

“I brought the same amount as last time,” He gestured towards the bag, “Do you have any more Adderall? And maybe some zolpidem and diazepam?”

Don't worry, I'll be lost in echoes Be laughing on my own It's tragic, but it's the only life I know (Only life I know)

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes began to widen, and I stared at him.

“From whatever that name was- Y-N? Something?”

My body froze, immediately afraid to look in her direction. From my peripheral, I saw her remain perfectly still. Too still.

What should I do, what should I be? (I'm at a turning point right now) I'm so full of rage, too blind to see

“Uh- n-no.” I stammered, taking a step back as I avoided Y/N’s gaze,  “I have a few opioids.”

Vincent shrugged, smiling, “Ah sounds good.”

I looked at the bag as my hands began to shake.

“I’ll take those today for twenty-five hundred. But uh, bring the others next time. They sold great. I’ll offer thirty-five hundred,” Vincent said, reaching into the bag to assess some of the bottles.

I swallowed harshly as I nodded, “Yeah- I’ll get some of those.”

Vincent whipped out his testing kid, assessing each of the bags and bottles before pulling out the cash.

“Thanks for the transaction, Sebastian,” he said with a nod as he handed the bundle to me. He then turned to Y/N with a taunting smile and licked his lips before saying, "I'll see you at the beginning, friend."

Y/N nodded back at him before quickly turning away and heading towards the car.

As she walked away, I stole one last glance at Vincent who was watching curiously.

"Take care," I said in a conflicted tone before jogging after Y/N, who had disappeared from view in the alleyway.

She was already sitting in the car, her mask tossed onto the dashboard as she stared blankly at her lap.

I sat down in the driver's seat, too afraid to say anything when I saw how defeated she looked.

The words that escaped her lips sounded broken and strained. "I trusted you."

My heart pounding in agony as she fixated on her lap with disappointed eyes. I swallowed harshly, panicking. As my heart hammered the only question that left my mouth was Why.

I wanted to blame her as if it was her fault for trusting me. As if she’s the one who made me steal her drugs. Part of me wanted to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her, my body fighting the urge to shame her for being so kind.

The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again

“Why would you trust a criminal like me?”

As soon as the question left my lips I had sunk into the seat of the car, shame taking over. I was never meant to be the good guy.

The more I start to fall The more I don't see me at all I think I lost my mind again

Her eyes lowered, suddenly feeling small and unsure. "B-because?" She stuttered, "You're not a bad person, Noah."

But I am. It's my fault for taking advantage of her.

"Why did you do it?" She asked, still fixated on her hands.

"Why else?" My hands ran over my face in frustration, "I need the damn money. It's not like I do this for fun."

I keep seeing myself at the end of a yellow rose, consumed by guilt and regret. This feeling is unfamiliar to me, like a seed planted deep in my bones.

My soul turned its back on me as I burned bridges with my actions. Just another wasted human burdening this skin.

"I tried giving you other options - like the bar or a job at the cafe," she rambled, gesturing wildly as she explained.

"And I'm grateful," I reached out towards her arm, but she pulled away and pressed herself against the window defensively.

My hand fell back in shame, "but it's still not enough. It's hard to make money when it's just me doing these jobs."

"I understand that," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself, "but I told you I would help."

And it pulls me further from the point that I belong And all you wanna do is take me, break me, hide me away Or you can shame me, blame me, burn me at the stake on a lie 'Cause my own mind wilts at the thought of being alive And that I'd like it if I tried

Whispering, she said, “You didn’t have to go behind my back. You could have just asked me.”

“I- the reason I did this specific robbery,” I explained, opening the glovebox in front of her to reveal the plastic bottles, “was to get your medications. That’s why I’ve been so distant.”

She looked at the orange bottles with a detached expression.

“I’ve been consumed by guilt ever since, barely able to even look at you,” my voice began to rise, “How messed up am I? To do something like that to you, knowing that those meds are supposed to help you?”

I shook my head in frustration and slammed the glovebox shut, causing Y/N to jump.

The more I fool myself The more I feel it creeping in I think I lost my mind again

“Y/N,” I whispered now, “I am so sorry I did this to you. I am so sorry I dragged you into this.”

The more I start to fall The more I don't see me at all I think I lost my mind again

Chapter 9

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[seventeenytiny]

✿ Spring Fever✿

Smut: Minors DNI

You and Hyunjin go for a walk through a local nature trail and things get pretty heated.  Contains: public sex, fingering, female reader, slight name calling, squirting, unprotected sex (assume reader is on birth control)

Word Count: 1500

Author’s note: I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of Hyunjin and public sex. I apologize for this being a bit rough, I have no excuse, english is my first langue, I just suck at writing right now :))).  

You take a deep breath, welcoming the fresh air into your lungs. The sunlight that you have missed all winter warms your skin as you listen to the birds chirping. You could hardly believe how much happiness blue skies could bring you after months of endless gray. You hold Hyunjin’s hand tightly as the two of you walk down the path of your favorite nature trail, placing kisses on each other's cheeks, simply enjoying the moment. The trail was quiet, it was a bit of a hidden gem in your town, not everyone knew about it. Long, overgrown grass surrounded the edges of the trail, offering a bit of privacy.

You notice a small trail that leads off the main one, a tiny clearing in the long grass, most likely made by a deer.

“Hyunjin, look, there's a little trail there. Can we go see where it leads to?”

He smiles and nods. “I think there might be a little pond that way, maybe we can find some frogs.”

Hyunjin takes the lead, pulling you behind him, protecting you from any cobwebs on the long grass. You admired his strong figure leading you, how could someone be so perfect? Hyunjin was hard to resist, you couldn't help yourself as reached forward, grabbing his ass. He takes a deep breath and stops. You can sense a change in demeanor, he stares straight ahead, his voice low, “You’re going to regret that.”

You don’t even have time to respond before he’s pulling you along again. His words send a tingling sensation straight to your core.

The two of you finally make it through the grass, the trail opens up to a small clearing and a large pond. You walk up to the edge of the pond, taking in the breathtaking view as Hyunjin holds you from behind.

“Look at the ducks over there. Aren’t they adorable?” you pointed out.

“Yeah... they’re cute,” he mumbles. While Hyunjin would generally be very interested in such a sight, his mind was elsewhere. He let you know what he was truly thinking about by slowly grinding into your ass. You tensed up for a second after feeling how hard he was before slowly relaxing into it. Hyunjin’s hand began to travel the front of your body, one hand grabbing your breast, the other pushing your hips closer to him. You relaxed completely against his body, letting him do whatever he wants. You tilt your head to the side to allow him to suck on your neck, knowing there would be little red marks for you to have to deal with later.

“Such a naughty girl... letting me touch you like this out here,” he whispers, his voice deep and sultry.

Too shy to answer, you pull away from his grasp, desperately grabbing his face to press your lips onto his. Your lips move against one another, his tongue slips into your mouth as he grabs your ass. You moan into his mouth, enjoying every second of his touch. You find yourself attempting to grind on his upper thigh, desperate to feel something down there.

Suddenly he freezes up, his hand goes up to your mouth to keep you silent. He leans close to your ear, “Be quiet, Princess.”

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like an hour, although it wasn't any longer than a minute. You wait until you hear the voices of the people walking by pass. The two of you had gotten so carried away, simply forgetting you were in public.

Hyunjin wastes little time getting back to work, his hand slips under your dress, feeling your wet panties. “Does my little Princess get turned on by the thought of other people catching her being a slut?” he coos into your ear.

His words make you melt, you’re so turned on but too shy to respond.

“I need to hear your words, Princess. Does the idea of me fucking you out here where anyone can see turn you on?” His finger slides past your panties, entering your soaking wet pussy. A quiet ‘yes’ slips past your lips, but that's not enough for him.

He slides another finger into you, thrusting them in and out, “What was that baby girl? I can’t give you anything more unless I know being a slut like this turns you on.”

“Fuck, Hyunjin, yes I love it, please just fuck me, I’m begging you.”

“That’s what I needed to hear baby girl, take your panties off for me, please.”

You quickly slip off your panties as he undoes his pants, he pulls them down just enough to release his cock. You watched with eagerness as his hard cock springs up from the confines of his pants. He gives himself a few pumps before he pushes you up against a nearby tree. He looks around to make sure no one is nearby before he lifts your skirt up, teasing your entrance with his cock.

“I need you to be quiet, okay Princess?”

You nod in reply, both of your hands are up against the tree to help keep you steady. He places one hand over your mouth to help stifle any possible moans, his other hand around his cock as he guides it to your entrance. He pushes into you, you're thankful for the hand that covers your mouth as you let out the most sinful sound.

“Shhhh I know it's hard baby girl, you gotta be quiet.”

After giving you a second to adjust to him, he begins to move. His cock stretches you out in the best way possible. You manage to keep quiet, the only thing you can hear is the wet squelching sound as he thrusts in and out of your pussy.

Hyunjin whispers into your ear, “Listen to how wet you are, you really are a slut, letting me fuck you wherever I want.”

“Hyunjin... you're going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

Your voice is already unsteady, losing yourself in pleasure. Hyunjin reaches around you, drawing little circles on your clit as he continues to thrust in and out.

“Are you going to cum already? I had no idea how kinky my little Princess was...”

He continues on for a bit before picking up the pace, his hips snapping into yours at an all-new speed.

“I’m gonna cum...”

“Do it, I got you, Princess.” He places a kiss behind your ear, his warm breath tickling you, your mind starts to go blank.

You feel the heat in your core build up as your legs start to shake, you decide to not hold back anymore, letting your orgasm wash over you. You can feel your juices running down your leg, more and more coming out with each thrust. You can’t believe you're actually squirting, you’ve never been able to do it before. Your cum continues to pour out of you as you get lost in pleasure.

Hyunjin feels your wetness coat his cock, soaking his jeans. He’s dreamed of the moment of being able to make you squirt, and now it's finally happening. Your orgasm triggers his own, he grunts into your ear as he fills you with his cum. He gives you a couple more thrusts as he rides out the pleasure before slowly pulling out.

He holds you tightly against his body as you regain your balance after your intense orgasm. He pulls away only to watch the mixture of his and your cum drip out of you into the earth beneath you.

You turn to him, only to see the front of his jeans wet from your orgasm. You start apologizing, but he cuts you off by kissing your lips deeply.

“Don’t even try to apologize Y/N, that was the hottest shit I've ever seen,”

You blush before kissing him again, “I love you Hyunjin.”

“I love you too Princess, let's get cleaned up.”

The two of you help the other clean up, you grab the panties you discarded earlier to try to soak up the excess dampness on his pants before using them to wipe yourself dry. You tuck the dirty panties into your purse to deal with later, deciding to finish the walk home with nothing on underneath. Hyunjin takes his zip-up hoodie off and ties it around his waist, using it to cover most of the wet stain on his pants.

The two of you look at the lake one last time before finishing your walk home. He wraps his arm around you and places a kiss on your temple.

“So do you wanna come back here for a walk tomorrow? Maybe we can actually look for frogs.”

You giggle, “I have a feeling we will never be able to come back to this spot just to look for frogs.”

Hyunjin grabs your hand and begins to lead you back to the main path of the trail.

“Oh yeah, you were right Y/N, those ducks were actually pretty cute earlier.”

[givemea-dam-break]

that funny feeling (locklyle part 2)

a/n: the highly requested part 2 for my locklyle fic! just as a warning, this does include spoilers for the start of The Creeping Shadow, but my books are currently packed away for moving so this is from memory more than anything else - there are still spoilers though! and, of course, i hope you enjoy the feeling of me breaking your hearts &lt;3 i've also linked lucy's locklyle fic just because :D

warnings: early creeping shadow spoilers taglist: @slag-for-the-fetch @neewtmas @superpositvecloudshipper @waitingforthesunrise @toburnmykruge @irisesforyoureyes

part 1 ,, because of her

Lockwood had never realised how hard it was to knock on someone's door before.

He'd done it plenty of times before when calling in at clients' homes, but this, this, was so much harder. Maybe it was because Lucy was behind this door, fully within her rights to tell him to leave her alone. After all, she had no obligation to humour him anymore, did she? He wasn't paying her. Well, not yet.

His hand hovered in front of her door, and for a moment he could only stare. A few centimetres separated his fist and the wood. One simple movement and he'd knocked. But he couldn't bring himself to. What if she turned him away?

And, a horrible thought dawned. What if she'd moved on from him, from Portland Row?

Part of him, that part that shone through in newspapers, asked how could she have? It was Portland Row, Lockwood and Co., for god's sake!

But the part of him that was vulnerable, that was lonely, asked how couldn't she have? What did he have to offer her? A dusty attic bedroom? A tea-stained mug? An attic bedroom piled up with George's clothes? The feelings he was far too scared to ever share? No, it would make sense if she had moved on from them. Even if they hadn't moved on from her.

Even so, with the anxiousness choking him, he knocked on the door.

For a minute, there was nothing. No sound, no wiggling door handle. He hadn't even stopped to consider that she might have had a case last night! She could very well be sleeping.

But, then, there. The sound of her muttering, likely to Skull, and locks being undone. With a rattle of her doorhandle, the door swung open.

And it was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.

There Lucy stood, right in front of him. She hadn't changed one bit. Her hair was still bobbed, curling just so around her ears and by her chin. Her eyes still shone with a familiar challenge and warmth, and it had something in his chest squeezing. And, there, the mole just below her mouth that she hated so much, but he loved because it was just so Lucy. She was dressed in wrinkled clothes much like the ones she'd wear on her cases, and her hair was mussed with sleep.

It had him completely and utterly stuck for words.

"Hello, Lucy," he managed and somehow, somehow, he managed to plaster on that smile of his.

She looked dumbfounded for a moment. "Lockwood. Uh, hello."

He felt breathless. "How are you?"

"I..." She glanced around a little nervously. "I'm all right. You?"

"I'm good," he said. Lied. "Oh, these clothes were sitting out in front of your door. Thought I'd get them for you."

Lucy said nothing for a moment, and then her cheeks went bright pink. "Oh, those. I'm just keeping them safe for a neighbour."

"You keep your neighbour's washing for them?" He frowned, glancing down at the clothes he could've sworn were Lucy's. "What a strange place."

She took them from him and disappeared back into her flat, stashing them on a chair as she hesitantly gestured for him to come inside. And he did, gently shutting the door behind him.

Her flat wasn't much. A one-room with a tiny bed and a tinier kitchen, and, to put it simply, it looked like a bomb had hit it. Back home wasn't much better, at least it hadn't been before he'd hired Holly, but part of him felt horribly guilty. Lucy was living in this, while he had his own four-storey and an assistant who cleaned it like the world would end if she let one speck of dust sit for too long.

"Oh, you can just sit on the bed if you want," Lucy said. She was rushing around the flat trying to haphazardly clean. "No, wait, never mind. You can sit here."

With that, she pulled a towel off one of her two dining chairs, and a pile of laundry toppled to the ground. If possible, she flushed even redder, and Lockwood could sympathise. If she had just shown up out of nowhere, he'd be this nervous, too. Hell, he had planned to show up, and, still, his hands were clammy and he was struggling to breathe a little bit. God, he hadn't seen her in so long...

"I'll just stand," he said.

She nodded, still flustered, and made to boil the kettle.

And she couldn't have looked better if she had tried. For a moment, it was as if they were back in the kitchen at Portland Row, the morning after a case. It was one of those days where Lucy would make the tea, the kind he far preferred over George making them, and they'd sit, aimlessly doodling on the thinking cloth, wondering what strange remarks Skull was making.

There he was, Skull, perched on the kitchen counter. It seemed that in the past four months, he hadn't grown any more fond of Lockwood than he had been. If the crude expressions being made were anything to go by, he figured Skull felt worse about him now.

"Hello, Skull," he said rather plainly.

Skull's mouth moved, likely forming some swear words no one had ever heard of before, and Lucy scolded him in that tone of hers, throwing a tea towel over his head.

"Don't mind him," she said, stirring milk into her tea and then a little bit in Lockwood's. "He's been tetchy lately."

"Same as usual, then?"

It felt strange saying that. What was usual didn't exist anymore. Not for both of them. Lucy's usual may still include a grumpy, foul-mouthed Skull, but Lockwood's didn't anymore. His usual consisted of all-consuming loneliness, teabags wasted, and hammering through days he had no will to get through.

But there was a shadow of a smile on Lucy's mouth. Not quite there, just hidden, and it had his own smile growing less performative. More Anthony than Lockwood. Lucy had that effect on him.

"We had a case last night, and he helped a lot with it. Terrible Rotwell team."

"I hear you've been doing well for yourself."

He did. Every time he went into the Fittes furnaces to burn any sources they found during cases, as all agents were now legally required to do, one specific staff member would talk all about her. How she'd picked up so-and-so source on a case, how Rotwell's wanted to hire her over and over again. Yes, her flat may not be the best, and he may not be happy that this was where she lived, but she was making her own way in the world. And while it hurt him so, so deeply to think that, he couldn't help but be proud of her.

Lucy shrugged, handing Lockwood his tea. "Why are you here, Lockwood? I've told you. I'm not coming back."

And there it was.

He'd been waiting for her to say it, for her to be angry that he had shown up. But not to say it with so much regret.

He wanted to tell her all of it: the embarrassing stuff, the bad. How every night he slept in her bed, clinging desperately onto the few pieces of her they had left at Portland Row; how he or George or Holly would sometimes call out for her by accident; how he, someone entirely not religious, prayed to any and every god that would listen for her to come back. The very thing he hadn't wanted - to leave people hoping he walked through the door one more time - now haunted him in the form of Lucy's absence, and it was worse than any ghost.

But he couldn't tell her any of it. The words wouldn't take form, left to aimlessly jumble in his throat as he thought and thought of something, anything he could say.

"I wanted to ask if Lockwood and Co. could hire you for a job," he said after a minute.

It hurt to say the words. To make it out to be that the only reason he was here was to use Lucy's Talents, but what else could he say? It wasn't as easy as simply telling her how he felt. That he missed her more than he'd missed anything. That there was a Lucy-shaped hole in his chest, crying out for her to come back.

"Lockwood -"

"No, hear me out, please?"

With a soft sigh, Lucy nodded. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing the frizz slightly, and took a long sip of her tea as if preparing herself. The same as she did back home. Well, his home. For Lucy, it wasn't home anymore.

"Penelope Fittes contacted us, offering us a job. After our success last November, she's been helping us out - referring clients to us for jobs, giving us little bits of equipment. This latest case, though, well, we need a Listener. A good one."

"There are plenty of good Listeners," Lucy said. "Kat Godwin. That girl from Tendy's."

A small smile played on Lockwood's lips. "Are any of them really as good as you, Luce?"

"Of course not."

"Hence why we need you."

Why I need you, he thought.

"Our Visitor manifests only with noises, so George, Holly, and I are all virtually useless. You were my first thought."

You're always my first thought. Morning, noon, night. She was all he could ever think about.

Lucy hesitated. She glanced over at the tea-towel-covered jar, then down at a little notebook on her table. Her fingers played with the edges of its worn pages gently, and Lockwood saw that it had a label stuck on the front with thick, black writing that he couldn't quite clearly see. Lucy noted his interest and swiftly covered it.

"Lockwood... You know why I left."

"No, actually, I don't."

He hadn't meant for the words to come out so harshly, but he really didn't. Not being in full control of her Talent... well, to put it plainly, it was a bullshit excuse. He didn't believe a word of it. As for her saying that she didn't leave because of Holly - Lockwood was sceptical about that. Lucy really hadn't liked Holly, and their argument had been the thing to make things go wrong back at Aickmere's, but after that, they'd seemed on - half - decent terms. So why?

"Either way," he said, trying to lighten his tone, "you don't have to decide right now. We're meeting with Penelope at the Fittes head office tomorrow morning. If you're interested, then you can come along and join."

I hope you join, he wanted to say. I need you to.

Because, really, he did. These last few months had been a struggle, and he wasn't sure how he was still alive with how things had been going on cases. Without Lucy, it was like a protective barrier had collapsed, leaving him free to slip off the edge of a cliff. George in particular thought it was a miracle that Lockwood was even well and breathing.

So, he left her with her decision, albeit reluctantly. He suffered the walk back home alone, worried and far too anxious, trying to figure out if she'd agree. He spent the night, once more, in her bed, beneath her covers, hoping and praying to see her again, for he wasn't sure how much more his heart could take.

Any amount of Lucy would be enough. But, still, he wanted more.

And, thank god, the next day she appeared at the Fittes offices, rushed and awkward but so, so Lucy Carlyle. She was there, she was real, standing beside him and smiling in that small, almost hidden way of hers. But she was there next to him again, right where she needed to be - where he needed her to be. And it was all he could ever wish for.

[fllagellant]

DEAD SPACE 2023 CHAPTERS 4 - 6 COMPLETE …

- YAAAAY THE BRUTE !!

- oh my god I hate fighting the brute

- the scene with Hammond and Isaac before sending out the escape pod with the Chen necromorph in it … AUFH

- “ that looks like Chen “ “ he can’ t be saved “ I GOTTA LIE DOWN

- They changed the ADS cannon gameplay !! Honestly like the new version more but I have always sucked at shooters like the frozen screen only moving the pointer shooters . Idk why but I have NEVER been good at them .. cool to have to go out onto the Hull itself and fix the three of them

- 4 has always been a pretty good chapter no matter what and the fact it didn’ t change all that much … yum

- I did get lost bc I did the task out of order and it stopped showing me a path around the ship and I have indeed forgotten where things are

- I need to remember to go back to the locked doors once I have all the security + the masters override .. very cool the game is more free . Like it really is a ship you are running around in

- Hammond my best friend Hammond

- THE NICOLE BROADCAST . GOOD NIGHT .

- obsessed with how they rewrote chapter 5 LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD

- Mercer luring people to medial using Nicole ??? Shut up right now . THE SCENE REVEALING THE HUNTER NECROMORPH ?:!:!:!:

- Isaac being put in stasis for that scene made my stomach jump like I was Waiting to get grabbed

- ALSO THE NICOLE HOLOGRAM TELLING ISAAC TO MAKE THEM WHOLE I missed you Isaac hallucinations … I get him !

- “ the marker has taken a liking to you … she’ s toying with you “ OH BOY ! * collapses *

- Kendra my best friend ever Kendra ..

- SO much flesh everywhere . Like a LOT of flesh . Very fun that it’ s showing how fast it is all spreading

- THE POISONED AIR REVEAL IS SO GOOD .. like it more than last game “ oh shit isaac get off the cannons the air quality ! “ that poor man thought

- DR MERCER’ S AUDIO LOGS . I got nauseous listening to them I am going to Be Real with you

- BIIIG fan that they changed Mercer cutting off medical life support to him flooding it with toxic gas … just so you know how bad it is

-Hammond being missing for much longer … ohh so good … Come back to Hydroponics I miss you king

- DR CROSS !!!!!! SHES ALIVE !!!!!!

- her log describing the wheezers lungs busting from their backs like flowers …. Her sobbing …. I had to pause the game for a minute it was . AUGH

- “ MY JACOB “ WAAAAAH

- Making the enzyme in hydroponics instead of medical is such a small change but it makes SO MUCH SENSE

- Leviathan .

- LEVIATHAN .

- fuck that fight ( love it so badly )

- IT PUTTING YOU ON A TIME LIMIT IN THE THIRD PHASE . SO GOOD . You have as much time as you have oxygen . AUGH

- Nasty thing it did kill me yes Isaac exploded yes it was bad enrichment for all of us

- wonderful remaster + small reimagining of the fight I loved it ( it was a nightmare . )

- THE NICOLE HALLUCINATIONS . ISAAC I NEED YOU . HELP ME . ENOUGH !!!!!!!! Oh I missed this

- “ this is a bad idea “ “ well ! I’ m out off good ideas , this is all that’ s left “ ISAAC CLARKE I LOVE YOU

cannot believe i’ m halfway . Ohhhhh I missed you dead space MINING DECK HERE I COME !!!!

[strawberrykidneystone]

chapter 1: once more from the top

summary: after choosing to destroy the reapers, cassandra shepard’s body is once again recovered and reconstructed, without cerberus' help this time. she woke up on a cold table with no memories except a sense of deja vu that she’s been here before.

a/n: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES!!! also happy N7 day!!! it’s my first one since getting into mass effect this summer, this game has literally changed my life i really do hope i do it justice in my writing <3 also i am not a doctor i am pulling this out of my ass

tags: amnesia troupe, angst, hospital, mention of me2 shepard death, destroy ending, earthborn/sole survivor! shepard

ao3 version

cold.

cassandra gasped awake on the cold steel table, immediately doubling over into a coughing fit. she was gasping for air while being blinded by the bright lights bouncing off of the completely white room, causing her to squint in pain. her lungs burned as she gasped for air, the coldness of the room felt like she was rapidly being stabbed with icicles at her every movement.

where the hell was she?

the last thing she remembered was…

what was the last thing she remembered?

she remembered being called onto the citadel by admiral anderson and… that’s about it.

what did he want to talk about?

why was she in a hospital?

where was anderson?

god she was light headed.

shepard quickly looked around to gather her surroundings, as any good soldier would in an unfamiliar situation. it was obvious that she was in some sort of hospital, but it was strange that she was on a metal slab instead of a bed. and why did she have a strong sense of deja vu lying here? she was hooked up to an iv in her left arm with a heart rate monitor on her finger alerting whoever that her bpm was too fast. as she looked around for something, anything familiar, her eye caught some get well soon cards, dead flowers in faded painted dust-covered vases, and- was that a happy 33rd birthday card? last time she checked, she was barely 29.

was she in a coma? how did this happen?

suddenly her eyes fell to the table next to her- was that a severed arm???? it clearly had biotics attached to it, yet it looked eerily familiar…

her breathing was still unstable, the beeping of the monitor falling on deaf ears as her chest heaved and she felt like she wasn’t getting enough air into her lungs. eyes rapidly glancing around the room, she couldn’t focus on anything.

oh god her vision was going blurry.

someone in a hazmat suit on came into the room and said something garbled that she couldn’t understand, all she could hear was her own rapid breathing. the stranger grabbed an oxygen mask and put it around her head. they grabbed a big needle off of the nearby tray table and injected something into her iv. she suddenly felt her eyes drooping, regretting not ripping out the iv when she was conscious. who knows what she just got put into her system? the last thing she saw was the bright light of the room glaring down at her.

if this was heaven, this sucks.

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when she came to once again, much calmer this time, she could hear several voices talking in hushed tones all around her. she wasn’t on the cold table anymore, but a soft bed that had her sitting up in an almost completely upright position. there were about a million pillows supporting her head and back. despite the newly comfortable accommodations, she could feel her entire body aching like never before. she groaned and turned her head to the side, slowly opening her eyes as if for the first time once again, adjusting to the harsh lights a lot quicker this time. the voices suddenly stopped speaking as they noticed her waking up and she heard a female voice gasp.

“she’s awake!”

“oh thank the goddess.”

“can it be?”

“shepard!”

“cass, honey are you okay?” she felt two hands cup her right hand, only they weren’t human hands. there were only 3 fingers, was it a turian? or maybe a quarian? why were they holding her hand? they had a rough texture, so they had to be turian hands. yet the usually sharp talons were filed down. that was odd, sharp talons were usually a point of pride for turians.

she didn’t know any turians that closely, who the hell was this?

as she blinked away the bleariness from her eyes, her vision cleared up and showed the guests at her bedside. there was an asari, a few humans, a quarian- was that a krogan???

and of course as she looked to her right, she saw the turian cupping her hands. god he was beautiful, with the most brilliant shade of blue in his eyes she had ever seen. she could feel the anxious energy vibrating off of him, his hands tensely holding hers as if she would slip away at any moment. there was something so comforting about his hold, her chest felt significantly lighter with his hands around hers, even though she swore that she had never seen him before.

wait, did he call her cass? only her close friends called her that. and why was he looking at her like that?

she looked around the room with a bewildered look on her face. the asari was weeping and smiling so brightly at her. shepard felt her chest ache for some reason, she felt the urge to comfort her even though she had no idea who she was. a few of the humans had misty eyes as well, even the krogan looked a little choked up. that is, if krogan could even get choked up.

one of the humans noticed the look on her face and his brows knit together. she mused over his face and finally recognized him: kaidan alenko. anderson had introduced them once while the normandy was docked at the citadel. shepard awkwardly pulled her hand away from the unfamiliar turian's grasp, an uncomfortable smile gracing her face, “lieutenant, mind filling me in on what happened?”

kaidan’s confusion turned into shock as she addressed him, eyes darting over to the turian who was obviously very hurt by shepard pulling her hand away, his jaw hanging open in surprise. his hands were still seemingly stuck in the cupping position, maybe he was frozen.

kaidan cleared his throat and smiled as confidently as he could, the corner of his mouth betraying his false poise with an uncertain twitch, “it’s ah, it’s major now commander- never mind that’s not important. are you… feeling okay commander?”

shepard scoffed and laughed, shaking her head in disbelief, “commander? i think you’re mixing me up with anderson, major.”

suddenly, the room fell dead silent.

kaidan glanced around the room, unsure of what to say. had she lost her memory? why did she think that anderson was still alive?

“sorry uh- shepard, what’s the last thing you remember?”

sheperd rubbed the side of her head and her brows furrowed together in confusion as she tried to process everything that was happening. commander? was she promoted in her sleep? no that would be ridiculous, right?

“um, i remember anderson wanting to talk to me about an assignment but that’s about it… why? did something happen? and why did you call me commander?”

shepard’s questions hung in the air unanswered by the strangers that surrounded her, frustrating her even further. she didn’t know them, but something about them felt so familiar, she just couldn't put her finger on it. the turian next to her rushed out of the room, with the asari reaching out to him with a swift ‘garrus wait’ before following him out of the room. the rest of the followed group suit, albeit very confused, and quietly left the room.

kaidan was the only one staying behind. he tentatively walked to the side of the bed and slowly took a seat with only one thigh actually resting on the gurney.

“major, what’s going on?”

a dry smile tugged its way onto his lips and he lightly placed his hand over hers, “don’t worry about it for now shepard, just focus on getting some rest for now.” he didn't want to overwhelm her or go against any medical procedures for situations like this, so he opted to let her just recover for now.

she nodded slowly as her eyebrows pinched together, still confused but surprisingly put a lot of trust in his judgment, even though they had only just met in an informal setting. he patted her hand before swiftly leaving the room, closing the door behind him with a cringe as he heard the loud woosh of the decontamination air kicking in. he sighed and looked up, seeing his equally distressed peers gathered outside of the hospital room.

garrus was hastily pressing the alert button to the room, a million different things running through his mind, but he needed answers and needed them now. liara took the button out of his hand as they saw a doctor coming over and resisted scolding him for his immature antics. she couldn't tell what was going through his head, but she knew that wouldn't help right now. tali, had her arms crossed and was staring at the floor, unsure of how to feel about the situation. miranda had her eyebrow furrowed and was chewing at her bottom lip, fearing the worst that bringing shepard back once again had lost a huge chunk of her memory forever. she couldn't help but wonder if she should contact her former cerberus peers to see if anything could help with this side effect, but she knew shepard would be pissed if she did, and she didn't want to put herself or her sister at risk of being involved with that wretched company ever again. grunt was obviously irritated and liara quickly sent him outside before he could start to rack up shepard's medical bill even more.

thankfully a familiar face, doctor chakwas, rushed over at the constant notifications and before she could even open her mouth, garrus bombarded her with questions, "is she going to get her memory back? is this permanent? is she-"

"garrus let the woman talk," kaidan urged and placed a hand on his shoulder. garrus took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the doctor desperately for any kind of reassurance.

chakwas folded her hands together and looked around at the nervous former crew members, "the brain is... tricky. sometimes memories come back, sometimes they doesn't. and with this basically being her second resurrection from the dead, it's not particularly surprising. we will continue to monitor her in the following days, but i can't make any promises. i would recommend trying to bring items in that have a particular emotional memory tied to them that can help jog her memory. i would also advise against group visiting as to not overwhelm her, but as I've learned from being on the Normandy, you all will do whatever you want regardless of what i say."

there was a few soft laughs at the doctor’s small quip at the end, but the group fell into silence once again. chakwas patted garrus' shoulder and he nodded at her small attempt at comfort, grateful for the support.

"we uh... we should let her rest for today, we can start trying to jog her memory tomorrow once she's rested," garrus said somewhat shakily, his shoulder tense as he glanced into the hospital room at his peers- no, his friends. seeing her passed out with so many machines attached to her made him sick to his stomach, but he knew that there was nothing he could do at that moment that would be even remotely helpful, cursing his past self for not going into the medical field. spirits it killed him to leave her alone, but he was trying to think like her, she would want him to rest if the situation was reversed, so that's exactly what he's doing.

the others nodded in agreement and liara sprinted ahead of the group to go tell grunt the news, hoping in vain that the krogan hasn't destroyed anything major yet.

garrus hesitated and stayed back from the group, peering into her room as if she would disappear if he looked away. she had never looked so... small. the great commander shepard in a hospital gown who stood so tall looked so vulnerable and frail. he knew that she wasn't, but he couldn't help but feed into the voice in the back of his mind yelling at him that he had lost her forever. no, he wouldn't believe that, he couldn't believe it.

she was still in there somewhere, she had to be. there was no shepard without vakarian, and he was determined to make this right.

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a/n: sorry about the dead silent joke, too soon?

chapter 2

[sebbybooks]

My Sister’s Neighbor  

Part Two

Tagged💌

@bambamwolf87

Sebastian Stan Fanfiction  

 

 

 The shock that rolled through my body was powerful enough to give me a heart attack. It was as though I was in the presence of a ghost, except the figure that stood opposite of me was real. I knew he was coming. I sensed it all afternoon, that was probably why I couldn’t sleep yet another night. There also was the fact that he told me he would be here. Waiting for me.  

I should have ran hours ago. Gotten out of town so far away that he wouldn’t even know where to begin to look. He wouldn’t dare ask my sister about my whereabouts that would only unveil his true guise.  

You would think the night sky would be painted in a sheet of total darkness at this hour. There was a hint of grey light that still hid behind the storm clouds that hovered above. My breath was starting to fog up the damp windows as the two of us made perfect eye contact.

He was a few feet away and I had been wondering how long he stood standing across the street watching. Waiting to make himself known to me. He was drenched from the downpour of rain that happened not too long ago, clearly unfazed by it. His gaze never faltering with mine. He wore a indecipherable look on his face, and that is when all the oxygen left from my lungs.  

We stood like that for I don’t know how long really. Afraid to take a quick glance down at my phone, within an instant he could be elsewhere. My arms and legs were adorned with goosebumps, the cold air from the window kissing my bare skin. If I didn’t know I had someone watching me I sure as hell gave him a show with my sleepwear. I quickly shake away the crazy thought that maybe for a split second I did it on purpose.  

 

THREE DAYS EARLIER 

 

I sat on the edge of the already made bed with my back straight as I stared into nothing. Still massaging a very sore finger. The only bright side was that it didn’t turn purple or swell up.  I replayed those sixty seconds in my head, studying every little detail from our short interaction. I couldn’t tell Dakota what happened. The conversation was almost predictable so I avoided it completely.

Dakota would think that my progress was backtracking and that things were not getting better for me. That it was all in my head like last time. Taking a deep breath. I know this isn’t like before, because I know what I heard. He said my name as clear as day.  

 Walking downstairs I follow the scent of burning cinnamon rolls leading me into the kitchen. Around the wall I see Dakota moving in all sorts of directions trying to tame whatever chaos she unleashed in there. For a second I watch quietly blending in with the wall.

When we were younger Dakota was always the one creating the best meals. She was the chef in the family and even at a young age she came alive when she stood before different ingredients. Dakota made masterpieces. Looking around her kitchen now it was scattered with opened cardboard boxes, dirty dishes, and opened food containers, she was making nothing but a mess.  

 “I tried to make them from scratch, but I think I had the oven up too high. Now my eggs are sticking to the pan and the bacon is turning black after only one minute.” She rushes out finally noticing my presence.  

 I step over to her turning everything off on the oven. “Don’t tell me you lost your Midas touch?” I tease, seeing several discarded pieces of charred bacon in the trash can. 

 Huffing, as she pops a coffee pod in her keurig. “Work has stolen my sparkle.” She sucks in her bottom lip. With my sister I can’t tell if she was being just melodramatic or actually serious.  

 Trying to think of something quick to say, yet also comforting. My eyes dart across the room scanning the area for Angus. That cat likes to roam, but he hates new places. “Kota,” I call out her childhood nickname.  

 She pins me with a halfhearted stare waiting for me to continue on. “You know one thing your job did give you?”  

 “What’s that?” Her brown eyes widening as she listens to me.  

 I furrow my brows. “Credit cards to buy more groceries to replace the ones you fucked up.” I hold both hands up to my mouth as if that would pinch my lips from forming into a wide grin. I am pretty sure I saw her eye twitch. 

 She busies herself with her coffee, shaking her head. “You’re such a little sister.”  

 “You’re welcome.” I reply back, knowing that was the opposite of a compliment. It was quick but I did see her smile.  

“Since I messed up the food lets just go out for breakfast.” Dakota suggest eyeing me over her mug of coffee. I can smell how sweet I bet it taste. A scowl forms on my face cringing at the thought of how sugary it must be.  

 “Or how about I clean this mess up and you can go to the store and we can make something together? Like old times.” I suggest earnestly.

Even though I meant what I said, I wanted an excuse to linger behind at the house by myself. I have every intention on confronting that guy. Bad idea be dammed I was getting to the bottom of it. I had zero to no patience to beat around the bush.  

 Using the bottom of her shirt to clean her eye glasses before putting them on. “If memory serves me correctly Demi, you always watched me cook.”   

I shrug. “I cracked an egg or two.”  

She snorts. “Ok.”  

 “Have you seen Angus?” The question rolls off my tongue. By now he would have found me mad or not. He was like Garfield, the boy liked to eat. 

 “No.” She drawls out her word almost suspicious as I was. “I tried bonding with Satan’s cutie last night and I thought he would bite my chin off!” Dakota recalls on the memory with horror washing over her face.  

 “He has his moments.” I just say. 

 Grabbing her keys off the counter top I take it as the beginning of her exit. “Wait!” I exclaim a little too much, taking her by surprise.  

 “Umm,” I pause collecting my thoughts. “That guy across the street have you spoken to him. . . ever?”  

 She looks at me for a moment like she is trying to read my thoughts before I could spit them out. At first she looks at me confusingly, then her face goes blank, before a shocked expression covers her face. 

 A gasp leaves her mouth. “You totally had a sex dream about him!”  

 I couldn't choke out the word no fast enough. “He came in your dreams last night!” Dakota’s mouth forming an O shape.  

 “I did not dream about him.” I say confidently. That is only because I don’t think I dreamt at all. I barely got any sleep, and I woke up ever so often feeling like I was about to have a panic attack. 

 “Well he came in mine, or rather it was me that came to him.” Dakota pauses to think. 

 I blink at her, not needing to know those personal details. “So not even in passing you’ve never talked? Maybe just for like a few seconds?”  

 She rolls her eyes before looking back at me. “No I have unfortunately never talked to Sebastian.” 

 Sebastian. Almost instantly my brain locks in his name in and file it way. While also scanning to see if I heard anyone mention that name to me. “Then how do you know his name?” I question. 

 

“I heard Josh and Keila from next door out one morning going on and on about how great of a guy Sebastian was. Apparently he’s fixed something in their car that would have costed them an arm and a leg. Sebastian from the sound of it did it for free and he helped that guy a few houses down from me as well.” She explains.  

“He is truly a sexy angel.” Dakota adds, hiking her purse higher up her arm.

Ignoring that last part I continued on. “Do you think your neighbors may have mentioned anything about you to him?” I say trying to keep my voice calm.  

 A hint of worry shadows her face once more. She quickly plays it off by not giving in to it. At least that is what I assume. “I barely talk to them either except a simple hello and goodbye. What’s with all the questions anyway?”  

 I knew I couldn’t brush it off by saying it was from a mere sense of curiosity. I had to give her a convincing answer. “I don’t know call me a sucker for romance, but I think you should talk to him.” I lie, with a smile plastered on my face.  

“Really?” She grins back. Seeing the look on her face I couldn’t keep pretending, so I just quickly nodded my head.  

 “Ok wing woman we need to think of something when I come back from the store!” She says excitably as she downs the last bit of her coffee.  

I raise my arm and hold up a thumbs up.  

 “Clean my kitchen!” Dakota calls out from over her shoulder.  

   

That was all I could do. I cleaned it from top to bottom and even put away some of her stuff she kept away in boxes. I didn’t stop there, deep in thought over Sebastian I began to clean downstairs. Even the way his name sounded in my head made me tremble. I constantly kept finding excuses to go outside to see if he was home yet.  

The store Dakota went too must have been in Norway. She had been gone for about an hour and I was starving. I was on the verge of making myself a peanut butter jelly sandwich when I caught sight of his car pulling in his driveway. 

 I heard the sounds of his garage door loudly opening up. I nearly tripped over my feet racing to the front door. Power walking across the lawn, into the street, then finally behind his car.

An just like that quickly slipping away I could actually feel my bravery shrink. His garage door rolled all the way up, but he didn’t drive forward. It took him a moment to get out of the car. I know he saw me standing behind his car, because he turned the engine off. Sucking in some air I took a deep breath just waiting.  

 Finally opening up his door, stepping out in one fluid motion I instinctively took a few paces back. My stomach twist in a tight knot, and I just about nearly shitted a brick. For a split second I wondered if my therapist would be mortified or proud at my bold attempt at confronting my doubts. 

“Can I help you with something?” Sebastian looks back at me cautiously. 

I narrow my eyes at him almost to say cut the bullshit. I open my mouth to say something as confident as that, but words fail me. My voice fades suddenly unsure with what to say.

 Looking at me like I was fragile and confused about my whereabouts he looks down at me like I would blow away in the wind. “Hey how’s your hand?” I study him for a brief second looking in utter fascination at how he easily fakes a look of genuine concern. His blue eyes were like sirens. An that is when I snapped out of my haze. 

 “How do you know my name?” I blurt out hurriedly. His brow tugs together looking at me like I have lost my sanity.  

 “You said my name yesterday.” I remind him, knowing he can’t deny that.” 

 Letting out a dry laugh. His mouth curving upward as if he was cringing. “No I didn’t.” He states calmly. 

 “You called me Demi. My name is Demi.” Holding a hand to my chest as if to prove it.“Yet I have never seen you or talked to you a day in my life.”  

 Licking his lips, his chest rises and falls. Closing his car door without turning around to do it. Sebastian just looks at me with a disappointed stare. “This is not awkward at all.” He mutters.  

 I just stand there feeling the hot concrete burn the sole of my feet, finally realizing I am not wearing any shoes. Reading my thoughts apparently, he glances down at my bare feet as well.  

 

“The shade polish is Butler Please.” I spit out, drawing his attention away from my damn toes. A beat of silence passes us.  

 “I’m sorry but I have no clue what is going on here.” A dumbfounded expression creases his face.

 I deadpan. “Clearly you know my sister Sebastian.” I don’t realize my blunder till it slips out of my mouth. 

 He tilts his head then crosses his arms across his chest. Probably flexing every muscle in them. I tell myself to focus on his face, despite that it is also making me feel some type of way.  

  “Should I be worried since apparently you know my name?” He sarcastically questions. “And am I suppose to know who your sister is?” 

 “She lives right in front of you.” I say refusing to let this thing die.  

 He looks me up and down,“I am still trying to figure out why does that need to matter to me?" Sebastian answers back like he is bored with this conversation.

Right when I was convinced I just made a complete ass out of myself and was actually coming to terms with the fact that perhaps I made it up in my head. Scared I was about to make a repeat of last time and ruin my fresh start I begin to hear constant meowing.

The sounds of a cat were drawing near. Creeping out of Sebastian's garage walks Angus. He slowly struts his long body over to Sebastian, rubbing himself against his jeans while unleashing the loudest purrs. I look down in astonishment, because I have only seen that cat do that to people he was familiar with.

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 15: Geto

February 2006 Two days later.

Nothing.

There's nothing here.

Only an endless, soul-sucking void.

Of nothing.

"Kaede-chan." Someone calls my name from far away. Again, "Kaede-chan."

Nothing.

I'm ripped back into reality, roughly pulled at the shoulder. "Kaede-chan!" Like a lens coming back into focus, Suguru's face becomes clear, expression wild, breath clouding into the air. We're outside. Somewhere wrapped in trees with no leaves, only snow. "We've been looking for you for forty-five minutes."

Snow. The realization that I'm planted in a thick layer of it is sudden. My clothes are sopping wet, along with my hair. The skin of my lips and fingers are raw. How long have I been sitting here?

"Kaede-chan?!"

My teeth chatter too hard to respond. Suguru pulls the jacket of his uniform off, swaddling my shivering limbs to the best of his ability. Then he takes me up into his arms, summoning a winged curse.

A breeze whips past as the curse flies forward. It makes my bones ache, burns the air entering my lungs. I try to sink deeper into Suguru, but his body heat does little to ease the frigid sensation. Within less than a minute, he calls out to someone else. "I found her!".

I can't make out where I'm being taken. The massive shivers force my eyes to clench shut. I cradle myself the moment he sets me down, but whoever else is present is pulling me to straighten out. They're removing my clothes.

"No, please," I try to beg, but the words never fully form.

"Careful." The voice is unmistakably Shoko's. "Moving her too much can set off cardiac arrest."

The next voice I recognize to be Hairbara's. "Where did you find her, Geto-san?"

"In the middle of the woods. Have you called Satoru?"

Satoru. What I would do for him to hold me right now, to stop this unbearable climate with the perfect temperature of his skin.

"He's not answering, so I left a message. Nanami and Mariko too."

"What was she doing out in the snow?" Shoko pulls off the last soaked garment, and I am too weak to object. For a moment that lasts too long, I am completely nude, shaking vigorously until the weight of a blanket lands above me.

"Nothing. She was just sitting there."

"I found her the same way one time," Shoko says. "She'd been staring at the wall for hours. Didn't remember when she came in, or why."

"I can hear you," I try to object, but I hear myself. Nothing but murmurs tumble from my mouth. The cold has rendered my tongue useless.

"I'm going to get more blankets," Shoko says. "Haibara, turn around. She's covered up now."

With too few senses to rely on, I force my eyes open. Suguru stands over me, the low ceiling of the dormitory lounge above us. "Back to life now?"

"Kaede-chan," Haibara turns from the wall and approaches, "We agreed to meet for lunch, remember? After you didn't show up for an hour, I thought to call Geto-san to see if you'd taken a mission."

"It's a good thing he did," Suguru says. "Who knows how long you would have sat there otherwise?"

Feeling from the neck up returns painfully slow, but enough for me to notice someone else occupying the room with us. Tomiji has been tucked away in the furthest corner, watching silently. However, the moment our eyes meet, he leaves.

Once the door shuts, "He was worried," Suguru offers.

Tomiji didn't look worried, rather apathetic. He shared the same look of disdain when my tear fell during the Kotsuage. The same expression ridden with the consequences of all my shortcomings.

A mere glance at Suguru says enough, that I don't need Tomiji to worry about me—not that he is.

"Being stubborn must run in the family," he remarks with a heavy sigh. "It's not inevitable, Kaede-chan. You'll have to talk to him at some point."

The conversation stands still.

"Waiting longer will only make things worse," he continues. "It's taking a physical toll on the both of you."

Suguru waits again for his reproach to sink in.

The first words in hours escape my lips, weak and grating: "I can't."

"You're already the strongest. If you would let go of your pride—"

"Where is she?!" Satoru bursts into the room, his tirade superseding Suguru's. "What the hell is wrong with you, taking a bath in the snow? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Easy, Satoru." Suguru somehow finds the will to defend me. "It was an accident. Everyone's okay."

"Look at her! She's not okay."

"Then maybe we can all stop bitching about it and help me get her warm," Shoko steadily cuts in, coming back with more blankets.

Her suggestion seems best, because as the minutes pass my shiver intensifies. The condensation in my hair, I realize, had frozen solid. The tips of my fingers are red, some purple.

I want nothing more than to wrap myself in Satoru's arms, but Shoko denies me this for multiple hours. Direct contact with his temperature will only worsen my condition, or in the worst case make my heart stop. Instead, we rely on sipping hot water and a mountain of blankets until Mariko and Nanami return in the evening. By then my temperature is steady enough for Shoko and the others to leave my side.

Satoru remains glued to his seat, though. "Did you know you went outside?"

"No."

"Do you remember any of it?"

"Not really."

"What's the last thing you do remember?"

I think back, and the answer is incredibly pathetic, "You leaving."

He lets out a long sigh, patience having waned hours ago. "Shoko told me this has happened before. It's happening a lot?"

"Sometimes."

"How often is 'sometimes'?"

"I don't know. A few times a day."

"A few times—" he nearly curses. "Kaede-chan."

"Going outside like this was a first," I add, but it hardly helps. "And most times it's five, maybe ten, minutes."

"Does Kamo know about this?"

"Again with Kamo?"

"I clearly didn't get the full story," Satoru argues. "You said you felt 'lost', nothing about zoning out for hours at a time."

"Because you'd think I'm going crazy."

"Are you?"

The question pierces worse than any cold could have. It darts through the center of my chest as if an arrow. "I don't know."

He sinks into his seat, arms folded. I think even a pout has begun to form on his face. "You should have told me."

The shame of confessing fear or weakness is too great. I want to be strong—the strongest—for Satoru, for Tomiji, myself. But I'm failing. Why do I keep failing?

"Sorry."

For some quiet minutes, Satoru ceases whining, and has taken to thinking to himself. Possibly mulling over his anger, or maybe in consideration of my growing insanity.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Our gazes meet again. "You can go if you're angry with me."

"Of course I'm angry with you," he scoffs, then pauses. "Do you want me to hold you?"

My honesty prevails, "Yes."

The second he reaches for the blankets, I rush to stop him. The sudden movement is jarring on my tired limbs. "I, uh... I'm not wearing anything under these blankets.

Satoru's words stumble over one another at first. "Nothing?"

I nod.

"Where did your clothes go?"

"I don't know. I think Shoko or Suguru took them."

"Suguru took your clothes off?"

"I-I think Shoko did," though, I'm completely uncertain who did what. I whine to change the subject, "Can you hurry and do something, I'm cold!"

Without warning, he pulls the jacket of his uniform off. "Here. Wear this."

Desperate to maintain the blankets as cover, I slip Satoru's jacket on. Once the hem reaches the middle of my thighs, Satoru inserts himself between me and the arm of the couch.

The sensation of my back falling against his chest, his arms and legs surrounding me on each side, incites instant bliss. The cold, even with the ghost of a shiver shaking me now and again, has been long forgotten.

"You know nothing changes for me if you go crazy, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," the pads of his fingers trace my arms. I feel the air of his breath from over my shoulder, voice humming so close to my ear. "If you did happen to lose it a little." It becomes remarkably intimate. The original hunger for warmth, now a boiling inferno that I can't understand. When his hands have tread the full length of my arms, they catch my fingers from behind, clamping down firmly. His long figure has managed to envelop me completely from behind. "I'd still feel the same."

"What do you feel?" The question turns my head until his profile is all I can see. The skin of his cheek is inches away. "Everyone's always bugging me about how I feel. You've never said."

"You're the strongest." His hands leave mine, wrapping around my middle instead, grasp feeling safe. "Does it really matter?"

"Yes," is the initial answer tainting my thoughts. Then I understand the cost of our strength leaves us stranded like this. Floating inches away from one another in the water, but never able to grab hold. However he feels, there is nothing to be done about it. Friendship and secure arms are all that we can offer in this life. To want more would be a weakness itself, and we detest weakness. "No, I guess not."

The two of us lie there for some time, holding on tight. Silently, Satoru dips his chin into my shoulder and stays there. Every point of contact is wordless, but the meaning remains. "I'm sorry," they say. "I care."

"You knew, didn't you?" I say. "In the estate, you knew they weren't actually curses. Even if they regenerated like them, the Six Eyes told you that they were something else."

A sigh rises and expels against my back. "I asked Suguru to investigate it so you wouldn't have to."

My assumption is correct. Satoru understands the truth of the event, but withheld it for my sake. The next piece that remains unclear, "Why didn't you investigate it?"

"I have my theories, but to find the evidence behind who's responsible," his tone grows dire, "No matter what your attachment may be, it won't stop me from killing them.

"They weren't curses," I conclude, diverging from his words that make my skin crawl. I understand their sincerity too well. "Whatever they were, my family isn't capable of conjuring them."

"Maybe you don't know your family as well as you think."

My teeth sink deep into my lip.

"Your father is a very broken man."

"I know that."

"Do you?"

"Keep in mind," Satoru digresses, "If someone in your family possessed the technique to summon them, there's a chance you inherited the technique too."

To think that I am capable of the horrors from that day—no, "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Even if it would make you stronger?"

For once, I choose to pump the brakes. "I'm already the strongest."

"If you say so," he agrees, not pushing the topic for the remainder of the night.

Eventually, the perfect heat of his skin becomes too comfortable not to indulge. I doze off in his grasp, half-awoken thoughts begging myself to give in to weakness.

∞

I find there's a certainty felt once aware of your strength. A certainty that, under no circumstance, can you lose. With that, it becomes difficult to know the limits of animosity. I kill these curses in ways as inhumane as their own. I watch people die in the process, slowly learning indifference. Then I go home, train for this, and repeat the process.

"You did a good job," Suguru's hand finds my shoulder, and I'm pulled back to reality by the sight of him smiling at me. "Not that I need to tell you that."

Then there it is: sunshine peeking through the bleakness of my life. Suguru's kind hand, his even kinder smile. It radiates towards me in warm rays.

"You too."

"Don't try to flatter me now, Kaede-chan. We both know I didn't do much."

The swirling orb of the curse—which, in truth, I did manage the bulk of capturing—rests in his other hand.

"It was a boring mission anyway," I offer. Though, maybe it's a good thing, considering anything more exciting usually requires people to die first.

Suguru puts on the familiar brave face, before the orb is pushed into his mouth, and down his throat. Instantly, I pull out the small candy, which crinkles as he unwraps it.

"Thanks." He quickly pops it in his mouth, swishing it around a few times to spread the flavor. "Now that we're done, I wanted to talk to you about something."

I provide my undivided attention, despite seeing what he'll say, and finding that I bear absolutely no interest.

"I checked the mission logs with Yaga. You and I are both overdue for vacation periods."

In what seems like a lifetime ago, I used to check the hour tally religiously, patiently waiting for the day I could go home. Now, I hardly remember vacation periods exist.

"I think you should visit home with me."

An improbable suggestion I immediately want to deny, "I don't want to intrude."

"You won't be. I spoke with my parents about it, they'd be happy to have you."

"But," I search longingly for another excuse, "Tomiji probably wouldn't want me to come."

"Probably, but Tomiji isn't coming," he says. "This trip is for you and me."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"In full honesty, after seeing you yesterday," alluding to the frost-bitten, horrifically lost state he bore the burden of finding me in, "I think you need a break from everything."

"I'm okay—"

"No. You're not." His words are still coated in their usual softness, but there's a slight furrow between his brows. "I've seen it, and I know you. You're not okay."

Weakly, "I have to be."

"Then, come home with me."

My palms find my elbows, hugging myself. "You wouldn't mind being stuck with me for your vacation?"

"Kaede," he breathes out my name in such a soothing, yet dejected manner. "I cannot think of a single moment of being stuck with you that I haven't enjoyed."

Within less than forty-eight hours, the requests were signed and approved. The actual leaving proved to be the more difficult problem. Satoru whined endlessly over being excluded, and I fussed over hesitance in spending a night without him. Then, seeing Tomiji as we left was the worst of it. His forlorn gaze cured the lack of words exchanged, saying, "How could you be so selfish, to accept a break at a time like this?"

The guilt gnawed at my insides, threatening to make me cancel going entirely. Yet here I am, a four hour long train ride later, in Suguru's small home village, being greeted by a woman whom he obviously inherited his smile from.

Geto Tsumugi is a raven-haired woman, who barely reaches my shoulders. Her hug was all encompassing regardless; the way a mother's hug should be. How long had it been since I felt an embrace like that?

His father, who arrived some hours later to join us for dinner, resembles Suguru far more in stature. Geto Osamu has a deep laugh, partnered with an affable demeanor. The shape of his eyes and how they crinkled in tandem with his expressions were all too familiar.

Slowly, as I spent a day with them, and then another, I saw how Suguru had pulled the best parts from them. An amalgamation of things like his father's cheeky commentary, or his mother's fussing over whether your food was the right temperature. Their constant consideration and morality. Everything that molded him into the man he is.

As for their home, it was humble in nature, quiet. Nothing about it is particularly striking, but every corner emulates their touch. Old photos and antiques from vacations they'd taken, framed letters from relatives, and dusty books collected over decades. The carpets were stained and faded, the furniture worn with tears at the seams. All of it, though, seemed perfectly lived-in—nothing like my former home. I know the tall black gates of the Uematsu home were jarring to anyone, even relatives. The emerald green walls contained no photos or souvenirs from trips, because none were ever taken. Instead we had art pieces my father had curated from who knows where, that meant who knows what. The slightest sight of weathering in any furniture was enough reason to replace it, and the rooms were so numerous half of them were empty. The memory of my home can only be distinguished as cold and uninviting. But this space, Suguru's home that he was kind enough to share with me, feels safe and warm; welcoming in the same way Suguru is himself.

I wish that were enough to cure the discomfort finding me in odd, little moments.

During a walk with Suguru through the market yesterday, the deeply familiar scent of fish and fresh fruits being passed around turned my stomach sour. Then, of course, in the shower and between conversations, the nothingness finds me, trapping me in an endless void of incomplete thought while my body turns to stone. The nights were the worst. Overcome with panic in being alone, I tossed and turned until I wept. By the time I could fall asleep, I would only be jolted back awake by a nightmare.

"Suguru's told me you're going through a lot."

My hands are trapped within a bundle of yarn, carefully turning it for Geto-sama as she knits a new blanket. "Kind of," I downplay.

"How have you been dealing with it?"

"I haven't, really. I exorcise curses because it's all I know how to do, but every other part of my life has fallen apart. I'm the strongest, yet everyone is stuck taking care of me, which is exactly why I'm here."

Her lips thin into a perplexed line, eyes narrowed as she continues her knitting. "Were you close with your sister?"

Geto-sama's forwardness takes me by surprise. "Very."

"I had a sister pass away when I was young too. One summer she had a cold she couldn't shake. Within a week she died from lung failure."

"How did you move on from it?"

"I can't say I have," she sighs. "I catch myself thinking of her when things are too quiet, wondering what she'd be doing if she was still here. She would have loved Suguru," she laughs faintly, "They're very similar."

Suddenly, my heart aches for the woman in front of me, watching her downcast eyes and pained smile. The look is familiar, but I cannot fathom her capacity to carry on for as long as she has.

"Not that our experiences can be compared," she adds. "I only mean to say I understand how hard it can be to lose family."

I take caution to keep the lump from forming in my throat. Half of me can do nothing, but mope in the surplus of my failures, and in turn, the rest despises myself for being so weak. I am undeserving of Geto-sama's pity.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you."

"Not at all," I assure. "Allowing me to stay here has been more than enough."

"Well, I doubt Suguru would have allowed it otherwise," she chuckles to herself. "He's very determined when it comes to his friends."

Suguru is simply my definition of good; the living proof that a Jujutsu sorcerer can embody the ideals of humanity. Should he point his finger in a certain direction, I can't say I would hesitate to follow.

As if summoned by my thoughts, he returns from his walk. "There's a letter for you, Kaede-chan."

Exchanging the letter for the yarn, he takes my seat on the couch. The ivory paper is neatly sealed with a wax emblem, blood-red. When it's broken, thin lines carve into a beautiful script:

Kaede.

I thought to visit you the other day, but Gojo-san was more than glad to let me know you've left for vacation with Geto-san. I suppose that's the risk I'm willing to take coming to Tokyo without warning. Since our last conversation, I've been thinking of you a lot—well, more than the usual amount. How you've made me reconsider my stance on a great deal of things. Each of them I want to share with you, but I suppose they will have to wait until I can see you in person again. The things you have trusted me with, I don't take lightly. Rather I feel incredibly fortunate for them. Still, I want to remind you that you're going to be okay. You're strong, and I'm here for you.

"It's from Shigeri."

"What did he say?"

"'I'm here for you'."

"He sent a letter just to say that?"

"Among other things."

"Who is this, Shigeri?"

"A guy from the Kyoto school," Suguru tells his mother, "Obsessed with Kaede-chan."

"No, he's not."

"That letter says otherwise."

"It's admirable when a man can be forthcoming about his feelings," Geto-sama remarks. "And he's right to recognize how lovely you are, Kaede-chan. I'd hoped my son was smart enough to take notice."

"Of course I took notice. Why else would we be friends?"

She sighs. "Friends don't bring me grandchildren."

"I assure you, Geto-sama, you wouldn't want me to have your grandchildren. Suguru can do much better—not stronger, of course, but better." The comment takes the uneasy glance Suguru and I share, and turns it into something softer, more agreeable.

"Don't be so quick to belittle yourself," she smiles, taking a break from her knitting to pat Suguru's leg. "And don't inflate his ego like that either. It'll do none of us any good."

The conversation comes to a pause once Geto-sama notices the sun setting outside, leaving in time to prepare dinner.

"Come with me," Suguru says. "There's something I want to do."

He leads me into his bedroom, which is similar to the rest of the house, fading and old, but filled to the brim with his good taste. Colorful curtains and entrancing art on the walls, tattered books and plants his mom refuses to let die while he's gone.

"I noticed your ears aren't pierced," From a box on his dresser he brings out a safety pin and matches. "Want to fix that?"

My father wouldn't let me—and I don't want to think of my father right now. "Sure."

He kneels before me on the carpet, moving my hair aside to assess. "I did the same thing for myself a few years back. You can use the pair I wore then too."

"Does it hurt?"

The corners of his lips pull sharply. "Is the strongest afraid of a little needle?"

My eyes roll. "Just get it over with."

Suguru lights a match, letting the point of the pin sit in the flame for some time. Then, he takes hold of my ear, and I wince as he pushes the pin through.

"Why did you say that?" he brings up, lighting a second match.

"What?"

"That I could do better."

"Can't you?" He takes hold of my other ear, beginning to pierce my flesh again. "I'm pretty plain in the face. To be honest, other than my technique, there's nothing very interesting about me."

"Then what do you think someone like Kamo sees in you?"

I think for a moment while my ears continue to sting. "His home situation is similar to mine. Maybe he finds that comforting."

He leans back on his palms to admire his work. "Quite a lot of effort for the sake of comfort."

"Maybe it's because I'm strong," I say, unable to think of any better excuse. "People go to great lengths for strength all the time."

Suguru's lips pout ever so slightly as he considers my words. "So then, what kind of woman do you think would be better for me?"

The lobes of my ears burn, and the shag of the carpet ran rough against my fingertips. "You're so loving, don't you think you should be with someone who could double that?"

"You're one of the most loving people I know. What's the difference?"

"I'm plain and uninteresting, remember?"

"So what you're saying is, you think I should be with someone not plain, incredibly interesting, and far more loving than myself?"

"Exactly."

"And you think Kamo could only possibly be interested in you because you're strong?"

"Well... yes."

"Kaede-chan," he sighs in the way that a teacher would when their student fails the lesson, "How can you think so little of yourself?"

"Whatever good things you see in me," I say, eyes drawn to the floor rather than his face. "The crazy gene might take all of it away."

"You're scaring me."

My eyes catch him rapidly. The faint smile has disappeared, replaced with something far more troubled.

"I wrongly assumed being the strongest was equivalent to some superior impartiality," he admits. "To think I kept begging you to get out of bed and do something, instead of comforting you while you were hurting... I wonder, had I acted differently, if you would still be slipping away."

"I would still be here. I would still fail in all the same ways."

"None of us think you've failed."

"But I know I did," I say, the conversation taking a turn for the worse. Deeper thought only adds weight to the unmendable fragments of my heart. "There's no cure to wondering what I could have done or said differently. All I have now is being the strongest, but isn't that a failure too if I'm constantly afraid?"

"I'm scared too." People of our strength never say so, yet here was Suguru willing to bear his weakness without shame or hesitation. "But I'm not letting you slip away just yet," he says, "In one year or three, we'll be okay. We'll learn how to keep going."

With that firm resolution I fall into Suguru's arms and begin to cry for no clear reason. No solution had been found, no realization that eased my pain or cured my mind. There was simply Suguru's arms, the weight of my heartache, and a firm shoulder to weep into.

Heavy tears fell to mourn my sister and everyone else, to reap the endless failures of my strength, the fear I cannot fight. Tears even fell for the time we have together, which I cannot deny, is limited.

After five, maybe ten, minutes pass, the sobs manage to slow. I pull away, looking at Suguru through glassy eyes, his thumb swiping the damp streams below. His touch is grievously affectionate, amber eyes softened at my pitiful state.

An irrational thought creeps through my mind. One that locks our gaze longer than it should, and presses the points of our noses together.

"You must be pretty out of it," he whispers. "Looking at me like that."

Instantly, I break away, ashamed to have even considered such a thing. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He scratches the back of his neck. "For a second, I guess I was looking at you that way too."

We both know it's wrong, no matter how vulnerable the moment. Our hearts could never settle the way that, as his mother probably believes, would be the healthiest.

I wipe the remaining residue of the tears myself, sniffling, "How do the earrings look?"

"Close second to when I used to wear them." 

[thefreelanceangel]

FFXIVWrite2023 (#7 - Noisome)

Oh gods...

Years of practice kept Tara's face impassive as she desperately prayed to any and everything to remove her sense of smell. Immediately.

Any and every consequence would be endured. Welcomed, even, provided that those consequences came along with a removal of her entire sinus cavity.

Oh gods how am I supposed to get through a whole reading with her?

Slim, haughty, immaculately coiffed, the elezen woman reeked so badly that Tara felt bile rising in the back of her throat. What the hells??? She knew the smells of poverty, those were entirely acceptable. She knew the overperfumed reek of idiotic nobility, those were... endurable.

This, however...!

"I'm so relieved you were able to fit me in today, Madame Veil," she said, flapping her skirts as she sat, filling the room with the noxious odor. "I've no idea what's gotten into my husband of late and I'm desperate for answers!"

Could she even open her mouth without vomiting? Tara wore a veil in Ishgard, keeping with her absurd stage name, but the thin violet fabric couldn't block that... stench. She folded her hands over her veiled face, ears angling down, and breathed in the smell of sweet, clean silk. A few gulps, a few gasps of her own scent and she lifted her head. "Of course, my lady."

There, she'd gotten that much out cleanly. "Forgive me, I must open a window. The stars carry a strange miasma at times and I struggle to breathe." She rose with all the artificial dignity she could manage and swept rapidly to the window across the room. Tara flipped the latch and shoved it open, sucking in the clean, frigid air with a few desperate gasps.

"Ooo! It's dreadfully cold out today! I should've ordered a brazier for the afternoon, I didn't know you'd need the window open for a reading."

Tara gritted her teeth at the scolding tone leveled at her back and reminded herself silently that she'd been blackmailing this client's husband for several years now, he paid well, all she had to do was lie to the woman. Deep breath, deeeeeeep breath...

"My apologies, my lady, but the stars do as they will. I am but their humble servant," she said, turning around to face the pit of stench dressed up in olive brocade and dull brown fur. Who chooses her clothing anyway? Those colors are horrible on her.

"I just need a quick reading today anyway, it'll be fine," the woman replied, rearranging her hands in quick, sharp movements. "I just need to know why my husband is being so standoffish! He'd been handling his business trips as usual, but in the last fortnight, every time I enter the room to greet him, he makes a dreadful face and makes an excuse to leave!"

...odd. He damn well knew that if he wanted to keep his precious mistress in Gridania, he needed to play the doting husband when he returned home.

Tara opened her mouth to reply and caught the atrocious stench right on her tongue. It took every bit of self-control she'd ever developed to keep from screeching, and even so, she spun to the window and gasped in a few more lungfuls of clean air.

Wait...

She worked her mouth, spit discreetly into a handkerchief, and turned back to the impatient noblewoman. "My lady, may I ask, have you changed anything of your dress or routines in the past fortnight?"

"Changed an- Goodness, no! I'm always keeping up with the latest fashions. Fall colors, of course, as we're approaching that season. Oh! And I recently adopted a morbol seedling! They've become all the rage."

Oh, for f-

"I understand completely, my lady, but you must understand that I also read the stars for your beloved husband, and morbols are unequivocally bad luck for him. If he senses your close association with one, it only follows that he would flee the turning of his luck."

"Oh! I never knew! Oh, my goodness! Well, thank you, Madame Veil! And to think, you said the stars were under a miasma today! You're quite good to grasp the heart of the matter so swiftly!" She rose to her feet, dropping a small leather pouch on Tara's fortune-telling table, and smiled as the stench all but rolled off of her. "I'll rehome the poor thing immediately and see to it the household is properly cleansed of its influence! Oh, poor Augustine, he couldn't even bring himself to warn me! I'll do my best to welcome him home properly!"

Tara smiled and bowed, keeping her jaws clenched together. As the woman swept out of the room, still chattering gaily to empty air that paid her no heed, Tara's gaze met that of the woman's bodyguard. The white edge of a handkerchief protruded from his helm and he paused in closing the door to give her a look of profound gratitude.

When the door latched securely, Tara wrenched off her veil and spun to the window, gasping in as much clean air as she possibly could. Snowflakes whirled into the room, melting on the warmer surfaces within, and she shivered, cold but unwilling to leave the window until the lingering stench filtered out of the room.

Dad's right, she thought, daring a quick dash across the room to snatch a blanket from her cot and smother herself in it. The more money they have, the less wit they possess.

Who, after all, in their right mind, would ever want to keep a morbol as a household pet?

[avantegardedog]

y'all ever think you're over somebody and then you see them again and you're smiling all day until you remember that they don't care lmao

[justyouraverageficwriter]

Orange ~

Sana X M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

WC: 4,306

Chapter 7: How Much is Too Much?

A/N: This chapter took way too long to make. Pure story so if you're here for the smuts, this is not for you. Anyways, hope it's worth the wait.

Reader --

Sana just stood there, bare naked. The strands of her orange hair fall perfectly. It should have been a sight to behold, except you knew right away something was not right. Her face gave it all away. Hiding her fear was just not her strong suit. It was full of worries, of woes and misgivings. You know her well enough. She didn't even said a word the entire call, as if the words from the other end of the line tied her tongue. Her eyes found yours as the call ended, desperately looking for comfort. You hoped and prayed she'll find it in you.

"What's wrong baby?" You watched your tone to sound reassuring, not wanting to add to her worries.

You immediately fetched the nearest shirt and helped her wear the article of clothing. Sana was a mess but nothing could ever lessen her beauty no matter what state she's in. However, it was not the time for that. She needs you and you wrapped your arms around her after you found something to dress yourself. Then you waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to answer your question.

"I'm scared (YN)!"

"Is your father coming here?"

"How did you know?" Her eyes reflected her shock at the knowledge you had.

"I immediately suspected right after I heard the news of your family's hospital making connections to the SNUH. The timing was just impeccable. I had the chance to look at some paperwork and I knew that the whole making connection thing was mostly your father's idea. Right then, I could not disregard the fact that there's an ulterior motive at play. I guess I was not mistaken."

You picked up the habit of fixing up strands of her hair and tucked them behind her ears. You tried to mask your emotions by keeping calm and collected, deep inside you're afraid as well. The last thing you want to happen is being forcefully separated from each other. It was an idea you don't even dare think about.

"It's not even a month yet since we got together and this is already happening." It was clear that she was really concerned about the whole thing.

"Nothing has happened yet. There's no need to worry." You kissed her forehead hoping it will help her somehow.

"You don't know my father, he'll do everything he can to get what he wants." Her hug became tighter and you let her. It's obvious she was looking for more comfort, and you know to yourself you'll not make it through the conversation without it. You too badly need it

"So am I."

You somehow took pride in your witty response, wishing she would get the sense of it and offer her a bit of amusement. However, a long pause followed. For a couple of minutes you both stood there wrapped around each other. Your attempts to make her rest easy have been proven futile thus far. It seems she really feared her father causing all the trepidation that gripped her. Once again, you're reminded how much this orange haired woman in your embrace affects your feelings. You just could not stand to see her lose her smile and playfulness.

"I know I'll have a chance to talk to your father once he visits the hospital. I'll try to make him understand. Please stop worrying. I don't like to see you like this."

"I highly doubt he'll see some sense out of it. I- I just don't want to be away from you." Tears were now falling from her beautiful eyes. Each drop took a bit of life from you, like the air was slowly sucked out of your lungs.

It was the first time you've seen her cry. Ever since you've met Sana, she is this resilient smiling lady. Klutzy and slow at times but cheerful, beautiful and strong at her best. You are completely caught off guard with the whole situation. It's one thing to console and be strong with your sister but it was a completely different circumstance with your girlfriend. It's new to you, the feeling of being clueless. You've always exuded confidence in all that you do, you always know what to do. Right now unfortunately, you're just out of ideas.

Settling to the best thing you can ever think of, you put your face close to hers. Foreheads and noses gently against each other. You decided to be truthful.

"To be honest, this may be the first time I have no idea what to do to put a smile back on your lips."

In a twist of fate, you hear her chuckle. It may be subtle but it was clear, and your heart breathed. Maybe the lesson there was just to be honest and good things happen.

"I guess there's also a limit on that brain of yours." She said it in a teasing manner. At the very least she's trying to be cheerful, of which you found console and relief.

"I realize now that there is."

"Promise me, we will face all challenges together. Can you promise that?" Sana's eyes are full of emotions, her trying to be strong despite the obvious vulnerability. You admire her more, you love her more because of it.

"Together baby."

And you sealed it off with a kiss with hopes in your hearts that everything will be fine.

--

It was yet another busy day at the hospital, you have just successfully completed a very early operation and were preparing for another, your girlfriend was also busy with all the paperwork that came with it. But you two are not complaining, the work was taking your heads off your worries of the looming things on the horizon. Neither of you brought it up again, you've decided to face all that when it happens.

You reached out for your phone as it rang for a call, you could not help but smile at the sight of the caller ID. 

"Oppa! Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? I could make time for you. What's up?"

You saw your girlfriend look at you with her inquisitive face. Her eyebrows raised, jealous perhaps. The caller let you know her plan, filled you in with the details.

"I'm not really sure about all this but yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

You hung up and fixed your things to head out to the next operation in your schedule, purposely ignoring the looks Sana was giving you. You had quite the appetite of teasing your girlfriend. It is childish true, but seeing Sana acting all pouty and jealous was too cute of a scene to not indulge yourself in from time to time. Nevertheless, you always know your limits. You stopped at the front of her desk, she was equally ignoring you now. Sana always knew that you could not stand it for long, that she would eventually win in the end. And you think that was one of the things that works with the two of you, she never holds back to let you know how she feels. Needless to say, you are head over heels for her.

“We’re going to an amusement park tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I thought you already had plans.” She answered while keeping her eyes on her computer screen, looking all grumpy.

“Tzuyu wants me to accompany her tomorrow. For some reason she wants to meet her father in an amusement park.”

Sana finally looked up at you wearing her signature straight lip pout and pronounced cheeks. It could be relief for being jealous over nothing, or it could be disappointment for exactly the same reason. You could not discern which one it was.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that it is supposed to be a family thing? If I am not mistaken it will be the first time Tzuyu will meet your father. And yes (YN), your father. You talk about him like he is not.” She crossed her arms while giving you a quick scolding. She has a point though. “I don’t want to be a hindrance of some sort to your family reunion. That’s just what I’m trying to say.”

“I’m thinking that I’ll only be a third wheel tomorrow, a chaperone to best describe it. I could for sure use some company.” It was your turn to act all endearing, only Sana would know if you’re doing a convincing job. A couple of months back, you would scoff at the very idea. However, love can make you do all sorts of things you don’t normally do.

“I have work tomorrow Doc.” She shrugged off your invitation.

“You’re working for me and I’m telling you to come. You're making it look like you don’t want to be with me. So if you can’t go as my girlfriend, go as my secretary.” You used the boss card on her.

She was laughing at your sudden outburst. You could not describe what you felt at that very moment. Is your ego hurt for being laughed at? Or does your heart ache for the rejection you coldly received?

“I’ll be heading out, the operation will not start without me.”

Out of the blue, she hugged you from the back.

“Ya-, of course I would like to be with you. I’m sorry. I pushed too far, haven’t I?”

“Maybe.” You paused for a bit. “Or maybe I just overreacted.” You turned around to face her. You realized there was legit concern drawn on her face, your heart melted right away. Unknowing to you, your lips formed a smile. Sana immediately returns a smile of her own.

“Now I grasped the idea of what it feels to be teased. I’m sorry baby!”

“It’s a boring relationship without a little of that, you know. Now go, you're late already. Dahyun and Jihyo will think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I’m not operating, I’m not sure if you remember. I’m just going to oversee the whole thing so they won’t be there. Except for Doctor Park.” 

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, but all the more that you should not be late. Shoo!” Sana kissed you on the cheek.

“You don't need to worry about that. But yes, I should go.” You left a quick kiss on her lips and told her you love her, finally leaving for the operating room.

Sana –

"Sang Hun-ah, will Nayeon visit you again here? I would like my album to be signed." Dahyun was holding the album that is titled Im Nayeon.

"I don't know. That woman is busy. We rarely see each other ever since her career took off." Im Sang  Hun replied. "I'll take your album if you want, have it signed when she visits the house."

It was clear to Sana that the resident doctor is crushing hard on Dahyun.

"The last time she's here was the same day Doc (YN) started working. Your sister was obviously attracted to him when she saw him." Jihyo interjected during the conversation.

"Yeah, I was the one who got embarrassed by how flirty she was to Doc (YN)."

“I can’t blame her though.That’s a compliment Sana-unnie.” Dahyun immediately gave a huge smile to the Japanese. Sang Hun’s frown was noticeable.

Sana was intrigued. As it stands, she was in the hospital's cafeteria with Jihyo, Dahyun and Sang Hun as they often do in their idle times. Office gossip was inevitable or maybe it was the reason to gather in the first place.

"Too bad though, our Japanese friend here took Doc (YN) for herself." Jihyo looked at Sana with teasing eyes. Your girlfriend stuck out her tongue as a response.

"Speaking of Japanese, do you have more news about them and what they are doing in the hospital Sana-unnie? I heard Doc (YN) was always invited to the meetings."

Sana froze upon hearing Dahyun's question. The details of the whole thing is not yet public knowledge around the hospital and she got information about it. So it was normal to ask her. However, as expected, it was not the reason why she was shocked. Unbeknownst to everyone in the group, it was her family’s hospital. What’s more, there is a very big chance she was the reason for all of it. All of them are now wearing puzzled expressions, each of them could not fathom anything wrong about the question.

“Are you okay Sana-ya?” It was Jihyo that broke the silence.

Jihyo’s voice was like cold water poured directly on her face. It was more than enough to snap her trance.

“I- uh, I have something to tell you guys, I want you to promise me that it will stay with us. Please.” Sana pleaded her heart out.

“Of course Unnie.”

“Well, the- I don’t know where to start, the Japanese people that came here are from our- ah! our family’s hospital.”

“Your what? Family hospital?” Jihyo could not control her voice and she was loud as she stood. Sang Hun promptly grabbed her wrist, tried to pull her to sit back down. Jihyo then realized what happened. “I’m sorry I got really shocked. Care to elaborate Sana?”

“I mean, my family is one of the owners of one of the hospitals in Japan, I am not sure if you’re familiar with it.” All was ears again to what Sana said.

“No way! Wow! I just realized it. You’re a Minatozaki.” Sang Hun’s mouth was still agape in shock or amazement. Both Jihyo and Dahyun have confused faces. "You two have no idea, don't you?"

"Spill it out, know-it-all." Park Jihyo has this imposing aura which Sana found really cool. She has this admiration for women that embodies authority.

"Well what I mean is that when she was introduced to us, I found her last name to be quite familiar but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. There are three families owning this very prestigious hospital, one of them is the Minatozakis. We're seeing one in the flesh right now." Im Sang Hun finished with pride in himself, knowing something the other two didn't.

"Then what are you doing here Unnie working as a secretary?" Dahyun's curiosity was at its maximum. Everyone's eyes are attentive towards Sana.

"Because I ran away from home." She looked away from everyone, Sana hoped no one noticed the pain in her eyes. The struggles she experienced ever since she fled, the tears, the blood, and the sweat all flashed in her mind. The reason why she left, her father, everything. Sana realized she hasn't come to terms with all of it. Of course it was impossible to hide away, everyone did notice.

"I don't want to press you with the reason why you left home, it will be too much to ask. But I don't see why your hospital will go to great lengths just to try and get you back, they could have just settled it personally."

Sana could not find the words to answer Jihyo's question, if it was a question to begin with. Her mind in fact again was long gone from the conversation. The thoughts overwhelmed her, completely taking over.

“It’s because her father needs leverage. Let’s leave it at that.” It was you who replied, causing everyone except your girlfriend to stand up and bow to say hello. You took a seat next to the orange haired woman you love. Sana was relieved and at peace when she felt your warmth next to her, she quickly returned the smile you gave her. Dahyun's suppressed squeal can be heard as she slapped Sang Hun’s shoulders.

“Is the operation finished, Doc?”

“No, not yet but it’s going well. Your fiance got it all covered so I left.”

Jihyo smiled at your words, Sana was sure she was proud of her man. She then looked at you and somehow realized she got one for herself as well, smart and dependable. She admitted to herself that you’re too good looking to stare at to not want to give you a kiss. Sana looked away in shame but with a smile, it appears that no matter how chaotic her world became, there’s you to hold and keep her sane.

“I interrupted a serious conversation, didn’t I? I assume my girlfriend here filled you in with the details.”

“Enough to get a grasp of the situation Doc, we don’t want to pry Sana-unnie with all the finer things that are unnecessary.”

“Thanks Dahyun-ah. I appreciate that.”

“Do you still have stuff to do? I want to get out of the hospital. Let’s eat something good, on me.” There was a celebratory noise from everyone except Sana.

“I need to be home by 7 o’clock. My father wants to talk to me.” Sana was afraid and there was no hiding it. “But please carry on without me, all of your faces light up when you hear Doc’s sentence. Please don’t let me be a reason to not push through.”

“Do you want me to accompany you while you talk to him?” You asked her and Sana shook her head.

“Can you drive me home though? I need all the courage I can get on the way.” She reached out to hold your hand.

“Well, I have to take her home first. Then we’ll eat when I get back. Sounds good?” Everyone nodded in response.

“All will be well, Sana-unnie.” Dahyun rushed to hug Sana. Sana looked around to see the reassuring smiles the others gave. All will be well, she reiterated in her mind.

--

Sana pulled her coat tighter as the cold evening breeze blew. She was waiting for her father outside in a mix of both nerves and anticipation. She could not deny that she wants to see him, he’s her father after all. On the other hand she was nervous, fearful even of what her father might do. Sana didn’t have to wait long, a car appeared in sight and pulled over right in front of her. She took a huge gulp, it was much more unnerving than she imagined. Next thing she knew, a very familiar man stepped outside the car.

“Come on, give your father a hug.” Mr. Minatozaki spread his arms, inviting Sana to an embrace.

She hesitated for a bit but ultimately could not resist, she ran towards her father's arms and wrapped herself within.

"It must have been a hard time for you, but I'm glad to finally see you again. Let's go home, shall we?" Her father gently strokes her orange hair. "Your mother is waiting for you too."

“I like it here Dad. It finally feels like I can stand up on my own.”

“I don’t doubt that you can manage on your own, you’re my daughter. However no one asked you to go through all of this. I want you back in Japan to live the luxury of life, to complete your medical education. Be a doctor yourself,  not just some secretary.”

Sana dislodged herself from her father’s arms. She did not like the tone of his last sentence. “I may only be a secretary but I enjoy my work more than I thought I would. Dad again I like it here, I’ll go back to Japan and visit I promise but please don’t force me to go.”

“You only want to stay here because of that doctor.” Mr. Minatozaki raised his voice.

At that moment, Sana realized her father did not come to see her to talk things out. It was again to implement what he wanted to happen, just like he always does. It may be just the love of a father, the instinct to protect but to Sana it was too much. That was the very reason why she left, why she chose to take absolute control of her life. She loved her parents but forcing her to marry someone she did not even like was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now, she was being told again to do a thing that she did not want without consideration of her and her feelings.

“This is the exact reason why I left, what I want doesn’t matter to you. It’s all about what you want.” Maybe it was the taste of freedom that gave her the courage. It was the first time that she raised her voice back to her father. Even when she left for Korea, she did it quietly. It felt gratifying to Sana, she wondered where she got the courage.

“All I want is for your own good, you’re my only child so I want the best for you and you dare raise your voice?” Her father was now furious, temper way beyond the limits; voice louder than earlier.

“For me? Its -” Sana’s sentence was interrupted by a hand around her waist. It has a very secure feel to it, the  familiar and caring kind. She was surprised at who she saw when turned her head, a frail looking woman holding her gently but enough to restrain her from her outburst.

“Let’s go inside, child. It’s getting really cold.” It was Sana’s landlady.

“Who are you to intervene in a family matter? This girl is my daughter.”

“That doesn’t give you the authority to disturb this peaceful neighborhood. Looking at the situation, this is not the best time to continue your conversation. Come back tomorrow when emotions are not running high, you’re a father and you should know that.” 

Sana was amazed at how cool her landlady sounded. Although she already knew how strong the lady is given her years of living alone. Sana bowed slightly towards her father who was left speechless, she took the opportunity to get out of the situation. When she held her landlady’s hand to guide her towards her house, she noticed that it was not the same as before. The lady looked more frail than ever, like her age finally caught up to her.

“Eomeoni, are you okay?” She realized she was not able to visit her landlady these days. There is guilt in Sana’s eyes.

“I’m fine, child. Was that really your father?”

Sana nodded in confirmation. Her landlady offered her words of wisdom as she always has when she thought Sana needed it. Those words really resonated with Sana and those helped her in hard times.After successfully escorting the old woman inside, she bid her leave with a promise of visiting more often. Sana took a quick glance outside and was relieved to see her father was not there anymore.

In her bed, she put phone on the loudspeaker.

“I was waiting for your call, how are you?”

“I miss you babe!” Sana completely disregards your question.

“Do you want me to pick you up so you can spend the night with me?”

“Nope! I’m going to sleep now. I just want to hear your voice.”

“Then I won’t be holding you much longer, we’ll talk tomorrow okay?”

“Let me know if you’re home. You know that I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Reader --

You clocked in a bit late for work since your girlfriend let you know she couldn’t make it to work in the morning to take care of her landlady who was having a fever. It was safe to say you're not that motivated. When you stepped inside your office, you noticed two people already waiting for you. One was the hospital director, the other was none other than Sana’s father. You could not be mistaken since you know what he looks like based on the photos your girlfriend showed you.

“Hello good morning Doctor (LN), apologies for waiting inside your office. This gentleman here is Mr. Minatozaki, owner-”

“There is no need for titles Mr. Cho, my name would suffice.” Mr. Minatozaki cut off the hospital director mid sentence. He reached out his hand and you obligatorily shook it.

“You are most humble Mr. Minatozaki.” The director replied. “I’ll leave you two then. Mr. Minatozaki here requested if he can talk with you alone.”

The director tapped you on the shoulders and made his way out. You gestured your hand to the couch for Mr. Minatozaki to take his seat, which he obliged.

“I assume you know who I am.”

“You’re Sana’s father.” You’re good at keeping your tone business-like, cool and confident.

“Indeed I am, and do you know why she left Japan?”

“Yes I am aware of the reason. Your daughter told me.”

“It was supposed to secure her future and the future of the hospital. But she is so stubborn.”

“You can’t just force someone to marry if he or she doesn’t want to.”

“And who do you think she wants to marry, you?” It was now clear that there was no love between the two of you. You respected him though because he is your girlfriend’s father.

“I love your daughter.”

Her father mocked your response. It was obvious that he was not having anything you said.

“You know, I did expect my daughter to last this long here in Korea. I thought she’ll crawl back to Japan at the first taste of discomfort. But she eventually found a job and a boyfriend.” He spoke the words with spite.

“Then you don’t know your daughter well enough, good sir; she’s one of the strongest women I know.”

“Enough, let’s not do this the hard way Doctor (YN). You’ll help me take my daughter back to Japan or this whole deal between the hospitals will not push through, and I’ll make sure that it will be because of you.” He sounded pretty confident, like he held all the cards. And maybe he does.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Minatozaki?”

“Maybe it is, what are going to do about it?” He too tapped your shoulders on his way out of your office.

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[oneofthosesimps]

Lost in Blood

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 4013

summary: after you kill your next victim sukuna fucks his heir in your belly

warnings: BLOOD ( it's not yours but there's a lot of blood, like a lot), blood kink, angst, death, murder, rough sex, sub/dom, dirty talk, belly buldge, breeding kink, two cocks, double penetration (in one and two holes)

authors note: if you are uncomfortable with the idea of blood or the idea of you killing people, this fanfic is NOT for you!!! this is coming from the deepest corners of my head. if you've watched American Horror Story and remember the countess sex scene with her vicitms, this fanfic was inspired by it

all credits to the artist of this pic:

ゲオブバビ/Geobubabi

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Screams fill the room, cutting through the air. They resemble the knife in your hand, which slides through the flesh beneath you. You watch it tensely as it draws its lines, forming wounds of varying depth. Deep red blood emerges from them, running in thick drops along the pale skin and then slowly pooling in puddles. Green emeralds stare at you, vein-streaked and wet. Tears flow like waterfalls from the large eyes, roll down the roundish face and get caught in the dark hair. Mouth wide open, a high, croaking voice makes your ears ring. You look at the woman below you and tilt your head slightly, contorting your face as the blade of the knife cuts deeper and a large gash forms on her arm. Her voice makes your head ache, almost explode. It drowns out the sound of tearing flesh. One too high note from her and you ram the knife into her arm, piercing it completely and scraping the dark floor on the other side of where she lies. She cries out loudly, trying to wiggle her limbs and squirming under you.

"Let me go!" her voice shrieks at you, and your hand clutches the handle of the weapon. Behind you, you hear a deep, dark laugh. At the small sound, the little hairs on your skin stand up and the butterflies dance inside you, which puts a smile on your face. You stare into her eyes, which look back in pure pain. As she eyes you, her face changes, becoming panicked as she sees your eyes and realizes what lies hidden deep within them. With one smooth thrust you ram the knife into her chest, right in the middle between her breasts. It slides through the flesh and bone like butter. The brown-haired woman spits blood, which speckles her pretty face. Her breathing changes, becoming shallower and more frantic, and she gasps. You watch her begin to fight for her life and pull the knife out of her. Blood gushes from the wound, splattering towards you as your hand snaps back down and the knife disappears into her body again, this time further to the left of it. Apparently, you hit her lungs completely. Her gasping gets louder and you see in her face that at the latest now the moment has come when she has understood that she can't survive this anymore. You sigh softly and look at her sadly. She lasted shorter than your last victim. The blood spreads over her body, flowing out of here like a stabbed pig. It looks so beautiful as the fabric of her white kimono turns dark. Her eyes search your face again, slowly glazing over as you stab her body again and again. Blood splatters on your face, arms, legs, and kimono as the life crawls out of her. The screams have long since stopped, she looks past your head, mouth open to a soundless scream. You stop as soon as her eyes lose their shine and the twitching of her body ceases. That is always the most significant moment. The feeling is impossible to describe when you see someone cross over into the beyond. Your mouth twists in dissatisfaction, this was way too easy. Other people are so terribly weak and whiny.

You feel a strong presence moving behind you and a warm shiver runs down your spine. A wide grin appears as Sukuna kneels beside you and leans down to you. Four big eyes look at you and make your breath catch. His pointed teeth flash at you, "Did you have fun, my little human?" You nod at him, unable to speak due to his beauty, "You did so well." His large hand rests against your cheek and he strokes it gently with his thumb, smudging the drops of blood. Your eyes close in pleasure and you snuggle up to him, enjoying the coldness he radiates. Again, he laughs, quieter this time, and pulls his hand away. Immediately your eyes open again and you look at the god in front of you.

His gaze wanders over your face, red smears on your cheek, before he looks to the dead woman at his feet. Countless wounds decorate her still-warm body, her blood slowly stops coming out of her, forming a lake in which she bathes almost weightlessly. Two of his fingers pick up some of the red liquid and he licks it off while his eyes land on you again. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips as you watch him do it. "You want some too, little human?" You nod at him and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. His eyes take on a darker colour at the scenario before him, his pupils widening and pushing out the red.

"So greedy," he murmurs, stroking your head, running his hand through your curls, "But her blood is dirty and bitter. You deserve better." You pull a slight pout at his words as he takes the knife from your hand. Your eyes watch him open his mouth and run his tongue over the blade, licking it clean. He turns the weapon so that the sharp edge rides over the muscle and slides in a clean cut through it. Your face shows your astonishment as his hand settles on your mouth. He pulls at your lips and opens them.

A blush rises to your face as his lips settle on yours and his tongue runs between them. He explores your mouth cavity, playing with you, and you moan. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your small hands knead the fabric of his kimono. The metallic taste of his blood mixes with your saliva and overwhelms your senses. The kimono slips off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest. Greedily you suck the blood from his tongue and a low murmur comes from him. One of his hands slides down your side and rests on your thigh. He caresses your tender skin, wipes aside the fabric of your clothing and his nails scratch over your leg. You caress his chest meanwhile, running over his muscles. Your fingertips trace the black lines before your arms wrap around his neck. You press closer and your teeth bite lightly into his lower lip, pulling at it. When he breaks the kiss again, he leaves you breathless. Your head buzzes and you cling to him. "More?" he murmurs against your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe.

"Yes, please," you moan in a trembling voice. His wide grin settles on his face and his eyes glint. His left arm around your waist pulls you away from the fading warmth of the dead woman beneath you, his right hand around your thigh grips tighter. He lays you down, right next to your victim and he looks down at you. The loose belt of your kimono unbuckles. A low growl comes from him as he sees your naked body lying in front of him.

In the middle of a pool of blood, your petite limbs writhe. Your curls lie around your face, framing it and giving you a kind of halo - so he is right about you being an angel. Your pink cheeks and sparkling eyes shine so full of life, a total contrast to his appearance. Your breasts jiggle slightly with each movement, while your nipples harden as they touch the cooler air. His gaze wanders lower and saliva gathers in his mouth as he looks at the lips between your legs, his hard cocks pushing through between the fabric sides of the kimono. Blood rushes into them, making them stick out hard from his strong body. He loves it when you look at him and your eyes glaze over slightly, your mouth opens and the blush on your face deepens. He especially loves the expression you take on once you see his fat cocks. Every time you look at him as if they could never fit in you and every time he convinces you otherwise.

"Mmm, you look so beautiful," he murmurs, his nails scraping across your waist and stomach. You whimper and your hands form fists as they grip the now fully soaked fabric of your kimono. His fingers wander over the thin and sensitive skin above your cunt, caressing it, making you wince. A moan escapes you and you throw your head back as he caresses the soft lips. He strokes satisfied along your slit, smearing your juices all over you before his thumb lands on your clit. Your moans grow louder and your eyes roll up into your head as he slowly massages the little knob in a circular motion. After watching you all day, his patience is short now. Almost naked, covered only with the thin fabric of your kimono, you have taken lives again and again. None of his imagination makes him hornier than this sight.

"How wet you are already, little human," he taunts, eyeing the twitches of your body, "This can't be all because of me, can it?" His name drops silently from your mouth and his body vibrates with laughter. He increases the pressure on your clit and your lower body twitches uncontrollably again. Already, a knot forms in your stomach and the feeling is truly amazing. A tingling sensation spreads from your core, flowing to all corners of your body and you open your legs wider for him. You angle them and your own hand spreads your labia, leaving bloody fingerprints. The sight makes Sukuna's cock drip and twitch against his belly. He looks closely at how his thumb massages your clit, how your hole shines and turns white because of all the juice. His long nail keeps stroking your swollen lips, making them turn red and swollen. "Fuck, it's not all because of me. Your little cunt gets wet when you kill, right?" His body bends over you and his left hand dips into the puddle of blood beside your head to brace himself. He looks at your half-closed eyes and licks red drops from your cheek.

His finger moves from your clit further down and he puts only his fingertip into your tight hole. With this small movement you push your back through and moan loudly. He dips it in and out again and stretches your hole as good as he can. Sukuna has to moan as well when shortly after three of his fingers press into you and stretch you better and further, "You are such a naughty little girl." He spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight, soft walls and you stare dumbly at him as he begins to thrust into you in this position. Satisfied, he watches your face, noticing every little movement. Tears form in your eyes and your brow furrows as his middle finger sinfully massages the rough spot inside you.

Again, your legs twitch uncontrollably and your hands reach for his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin and he enjoys the pain. “Deeper”, he groans. His eyes stare at you lustfully as your nails dig into his flesh and muscles. Your fingers leave deep scratches and in some places, blood comes to the surface. The knot in your stomach tightens as he doesn't stop. Your body tenses before you groan loud and long. You stretch out towards him, your vision exploding black and your eyes turning white as you twist your eyeballs.

As you come off your high, his long, broad fingers pull out of you. He pushes off the ground and grabs your thigh. A bloody handprint forms on your leg, which he smears slightly as he grips harder. His eyes settle on his fingers, from which your juice flows in thick drops. He catches them with his long tongue and moans with pleasure, "Better than any blood I could drink." Once he's done, he grins again and your legs wrap around his waist, trapping him. His tall stature above you looks down at you, "You were such a good girl today, you deserve a reward for that, don't you?"

You nod at him and your gaze falls on his large hand, which is gripping one of his cocks and pumping it lightly in his hand. The thick veins stand out and his seed begins to drip from him onto your lower belly. You have to bite your tongue to keep from losing your mind again right away. He puts the tip to the red lips of your cunt and feels the heat you radiate. Slowly he pushes into you and tears your hole. Despite all the fluid between your legs, which has increased again due to your orgasm, and the stretching by his fingers, he barely fits inside you. All that lube doesn't stop it from starting to burn and your walls from starting to pulsate. You whimper in pleasure and close your eyes. The mixture of pain and desire is like a drug.

"Such a good girl," Sukuna whispers to you and places his hand on your belly, feeling his dick bury itself inside you. As he bumps the back, his balls twitch and he moans out. Seeing your little body in front of him, taking his cock so well, drives him crazy. You've hardly gotten used to him, squeezing his cock, but he can barely stand not to move. Normally he would wait longer, give you time, but today it is impossible.

"I'm sorry pet, I can't be that patient with you today," he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts your body up and your bare chest meets his. This changes the angle and he slides a little deeper, stretching you wide and pressing painfully against your cervix. You can't stifle the cry as you sit in his lap and he burrows deep inside you. Without pausing for a moment, he lets you bounce up and down on him a few times. His lips are on your jiggling right breast and he sucks on your hard nipple, licking it and biting it a little too hard. Again, you scream out, the pain moves through your upper body. Fuck, he wants to fill you. He wants to fuck you stupid and leave you almost unconscious. His left hand slaps your ass cheek, he reaches into the fat and spreads your ass apart.

His other hand rub soothingly over your bloodied back before his right hand moves to his second cock. This one is waiting painfully hard for attention. He pumps this one up and down a few times as well, but the feeling hardly eases. His pre-cum gets smeared between your ass cheeks and serves him as a lubricant. You press tighter against him as you feel the fat tip against you again, this time further back. Your eyes squeeze shut as he uses the mixture of blood and juice to push painfully into you. Your little asshole is still way too tight and every inch forward makes your body twitch.

"Fuck," he lets out a long moan as each ring of your anus clenches around him, taking him in. He grits his teeth to keep from thrusting right in one go, "So small and tight. I should have taken this hole right away."

"Su-sukuna," you gasp against his chest, and his gaze falls back to you. He loses his control when he sees your red cheeks, when he sees you looking at him with your eyes half-closed and your tongue sticking out. Your face shows the most different emotions and features when you are near him but seeing your fuck face makes him proud every time and moves something deep inside him.

In one smooth thrust, he pushes into you a second time and you yelp. Deep inside he's sorry, but his head is too fogged with lust to grasp those thoughts more clearly. He growls loudly as your walls twitch wildly, milking him. Saliva runs down your chin and you claw into the skin of his chest, leaving deep marks here as well. You're so incredibly full and stretched. His cock forms a small bulge on your belly, which is further enhanced by his second cock in your ass. You have never seen anything so beautiful. How beautifully thick it will look when Sukuna has shot all his baby seeds into you.

"Show me how much you love this," he speaks in a dark voice. He could scare the shit out of one, but luckily only you see him like that and you would never be afraid of him.

With trembling hands, you hold onto his shoulders again. Your weak legs tighten and you push off of him, moaning loudly as his two cocks pull out of you before stretching you to the max again as soon as you let yourself sink back down onto him. His hands stabilize you as you move, while his eyes move back and forth between your face and where you are joined. His hands clasp your waist tightly again and he squeezes too hard, which is why he leaves dark marks.

"So big and thick," you moan, making him grin again.

"Just the way you love it, my little whore". You roll your eyes at his words and circle your hips to create more friction inside you. This time something else flutters in your belly. The feeling is short but intense and shoots right into your clit and cunt.

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I call you that?" You nod to him as his hands massage your waist, "Open your eyes and look at me."

You do as you are commanded and open your heavy eyelids. His eyes are by now jet black and look at you like dark obsidian. "I have never fucked a whore like you." Your eyes turn again and he smirks. "Never have I fucked a human who can take my two cocks so good and not tear right into two." Your body moves faster on top of him, the muscles in your legs starting to burn as you rock your body against his. But you keep bouncing on him and pushing his cocks inside you. Sweat forms on your skin and mixes with the blood. Sukuna watches a thick drop roll from your collarbone to your breasts and between them. His full balls slap against your ass cheeks and the sound alone makes the knot in your stomach tighten. He watches your next orgasm, which makes your body jerk, and takes over for you, fucking you through it as you give out. His speed is much more brutal and almost sends you over the edge again. This time your voice echoes through the room, his name falling from your lips again and again.

"Would you like me to pleasure you some more?" his deep voice vibrates against you. Your fogged head nods at him, even though your exhausted body is slowly losing its energy and strength.

"Of course," you hear him murmur with a wide grin. He pulls you off of him, leaving your holes empty and open. You moan out as you lose his physical contact. He forces you onto all fours, placing his hand in the small of your back, thus pushing your ass into the air. Your hands smear the blood beneath you. The image of what's happening tightens the knot in his stomach. Your ass stretches out to meet him, the hole stretched wide and looking for something thick. Your core is white by now. As your holes contract again, causing you to groan, creamy juice squeezes out of them and Sukuna almost comes. He just licks the liquid away with the tip of his tongue, clawing into your skin to control himself. Out of curiosity, he pushes his tongue into the dirtiest part of your body and his hips thrust forward into nothingness as your ass swallows him greedily, glad to have something shoving into it again. How he'd love to shove his cock back in there. Before he loses the last of his nerve, he pulls out.

He takes one of his cocks and pushes it back into your cunt, filling you to your cervix in one go. You moan again, enjoying the sensation. A feeling that he didn't know before comes out deep from his belly. He wants an heir. He wants you to squeeze his heir out of your little cunt. He wants to breed you round and thick, right next to the dead woman who was just full of life. When his second head joins his cock in your cunt, you lose touch with the earth.

At first with effort, he presses his cock to the other one inside you. You've never felt anything like this in your life. Sukuna behind you almost becomes an animal and lets out an animalistic sound, “You have to take it, my little whore. I want to fuck you pregnant, I want to push a baby inside you. You must suck up all my semen.” His voice is hardly recognizable, but his words leave you speechless. The thought takes over your head and a hot feeling arises in you. How it will be to carry his heir in you and then to be fucked by him. Can he then pump your belly even thicker?

Slowly he presses in to his other cock and splits you in two. Your screams grow louder and never subside as he fucks your brains out slowly, but with a steady rhythm. It feels like even the last vestige of your soul is leaving your body. Trembling fingers reach between your legs and you touch his wet cocks, which thrust into you again and again. The feeling alone makes you stretch your ass higher again, your back painfully pushed through. When Sukuna puts his hand in your hair and painfully pulls your head back, there is nothing more than mush in your head. His pointed teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites deep enough that blood oozes from the wound, which he licks away. "Such a good whore," he murmurs against your ear, "you taste so good, I'll never let you go." His words send a warm shiver down your body and pleasant goosebumps form, making your nipples hard again. His thrusts become harder, more brutal as he abuses your hole.

Your knots tighten as one body works with the other. Your voices echo through the room, mixing with the sounds his cocks create in you. A few more thrusts, then you come a third and final time for the moment. "Luckily, I decided to keep you back then," he growls as his balls pump themselves empty inside you. Two cocks at once fill your belly to the top, no one could keep that amount of juice inside, which is why most of it misses. He fucks you through his orgasm. As time goes by, his thrusts become less precise and slower before he pulls out of you and you hit the floor. Breathing heavily, you lie with your cheek in the remaining blood, most of it already drawn into your clothes or spread on you or him. Sukuna sits down backwards, bends one leg, and casually places his left arm over his knee. His gaze wanders over the living mess in front of him and his dead heart makes a little beat. He would make you walk around naked all the rest of the day to see your fat belly and his handprints on you. Again and again, he will come to you, bend you forward and look at your full, stretched hole. His pride could not be greater. His little human takes equal both cocks in her hole and will give birth to his heir. No, many heirs. Once you've turned around, forced your tired body to move, and can look at him again with wide dark eyes, a smile settling on your lips, he grins back, " A little break before I bring in your next victim, how does that sound?"

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Fallen

Summary: Ari regrets letting you go.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, Daddy kink, oral (f & m receiving), arguing, make up sex, missionary, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation

(A/N: this is for my brat challenge! Based on a request from @plokyu23. Lol what’s proofreading? Idk what that means. Hope you enjoy. Like, follow, reblog ✌🏾 💜)

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You were his first anyway.

So as Kimmy recounted this story about seeing a nasty message on your phone from a contact named as Daddy 💗😘🌷💗 he wasn’t surprised. You may have sat there with your jaw wide open and your eyes narrowed. Stiff as board with your what the fuck he is looking like he might implode.

The look on Jason’s face would have said it all if Ari wasn’t already aware. Until right now your friends had probably thought it was meant for him. You’d started dating shortly after anyway. It only made sense for them to assume. Too bad they were wrong.

It’d been a few months since he’d seen you. Since he fucked it all up. Got too scared of his feelings because he found himself falling to hard and to fast. Picturing himself waking up to you every morning and going to sleep with you every night. Saying I love you each time.

After his divorce the idea of being in a relationship freaked him out. To think of himself as attached to another person. Yet he found himself craving you in ways that made him feel overwhelmed.

What had started out as two friends having a drunken hook up quickly became more. Not that anyone knew that. About the fucking. Or the calling him daddy when you were alone. The way you let him tie you up, spank you, and made you cream on his dick were somehow secrets you’d managed to keep yourself.

As you got closer the question, ‘You wanna be my girlfriend?’ was on the tip of his tongue. He’d have to bite on it to keep it in. You’d be talking your head off about something with your chin against his chest and all he could do is smile and rub your back. It made him feel like the biggest fucking dork.

Then you asked if he wanted to come to this event with you that a friend was throwing. Fuck he still remembers that look in your eyes when he’s given you some bullshit excuse. You ended up spending the night side eyeing him as he flirted with this friend of friend the whole time.

It was like he couldn’t help himself from fucking it up. He was afraid of commitment and he could tell you wanted that. And didn’t think he could handle messing it up. So he did before it got too deep.

Like an idiot he regretted it, but you were obviously avoiding him. Then he’d heard you were dating Jason who was so fucking annoying he doesn’t know how you put up with it. Fucking pretentious douchebag. Ari technically wasn’t one too judge, but you could have done better.

There was something particularly grating about see him touch you. It got under his skin like a spider. Like nails on a chalkboard. No other man should be touching you. Even if it was just holding your hand. It made him want to punch a whole in the fucking wall.

Obviously he hasn’t. Though there was this sort of twitch in his hand like it was trying to tell him to go over there and snatch you away. Not like you wouldn’t like it. You loved it when he took control.

So as one of your little kinks was revealed to all your friends, you looked like all the air had been sucked out your lungs. He’d warned you about Kimmy before. That she wasn’t your friend which you were somewhat aware of, but if he’d been your man he would have made you drop her ass completely.

Then she proceeded to spill about your toys. They were stored in this pink trunk in your closet. And fuck you had a lot. He’d managed to use half of them on you. He’d never forget what your ass looked like stuffed with that diamond butt plug. Or your hands tied with your pink silk ties that you’d gotten imported from France.

He can’t believe he was that fucking stupid to let you go. Where the fuck else was he gonna find a girl that let him do half the things you did to him. Sure you struggled to take him down her throat but you damn sure had a good time trying. And he had an even better time watching you suck the life out of him as he face fucked you with his big dick. Until your face dripped with cum. Then he’d smack your ass and slam you down so he could fuck your pussy.

What other girl would just take it if he slapped your face before calling you a slut. That would let him use them as a fuck toy. Damn he missed it. Missed that tight pussy and the way you played like a brat until he put you in your place. Your spoiled ass loved that shit.

It was all off with Jason. He didn’t match you. Sure you had your little attitude problem sometimes, but there was this sweetness he’d never seen in anyone else. Maybe it’s because he knew that underneath that manicure and designer clothes, you were thinking about him fucking you so hard your mascara would streak across your face.

From there it was straight tension once Jason said it wasn’t him you’d been texting. That he didn’t do shit like that. Ari knew that already after one night when he admitted to not going down on women. No wonder you’d taken to looking all annoyed lately. Bitchiness coming out in full force. You probably hadn’t been fucked right since him.

You went back to your hotel room as your arguing got louder and louder. Since you didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of a club it just seemed right to leave once Jason started raising his voice. It took him everything to not step in.

He’d managed to book a room across the hall from you. Ari could hear Jason going off he had to walked passed your door. Stopping himself from banging it down to grab you. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. Not even him.

God he remembered the first time you’d walked by him. At this pool party. You had fucking stilettos on even though you were in your bathing suit. It was like you were looking right passed him which if he knew any better meant you’d wanted him bad.

From then it was almost like you were putting on a show. Perfecting the art of acting like he wasn’t even there until one night when he got you hook line and sinker. Taking you back to his place so he could show you who the fuck was boss.

Now you literally just ignored his presence. And it fucking killed him.

As he’d just opened up his hotel room, your door opened as well. Probably pissed that you couldn’t slam it. Dress still on from earlier. Fuck he hated it.

He didn’t think about it as he caught up with you. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, stopping you. “What the hell did he say to you?”

You furrowed your brows as your red eyes glared at him. “Let go of me.”

He ignored you, putting his hand on your cheek as he went to wipe a stray tear. Instead you jerked away. “It’s okay. What happened?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Why the fuck do you care?”

Ari should have known this was coming but it didn’t make it feel any less shitty. “You know I care.”

“Ari, just stop,” you said trying to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back.

“I just wanna talk,” he said. God he hated seeing you cry so much. He wanted to scoop you up and go back to his room so he could hold you.

You laughed. “Talk? Oh now you wanna talk after you fucking ghosted me?”

“You got with him. What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk!”

He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. “As if you would have.”

“I wanted to. I... I’m not doing this with you.” You were trying to keep yourself from breaking down and you didn’t want to be there right now.

“C’mon, just at least go in there to calm down or yell at me or whatever!” He shrugged. He only needed five fucking minutes.

“No because now I need to go find Britt to tell her he kicked me out of the fucking room.”

Ari frowned, glancing at the door. God he wanted to punch that asshole. He understood the jealousy, but what kind of men wouldn’t be happy knowing their princess of a girlfriend was a total freak in the bed. “Stay with me,” he suggested with a shrug.

“Fine you wanna talk. Then talk.” You crossed your arms. “About why the fuck you treated me like shit!”

“I didn’t mean to!” He said. “I got scared!”

“Of what? Just because your ex wife fucked you over doesn’t mean you had any right to do it to me!”

Ari clenched his jaw as you kept going unleashing everything about him that had pissed you off. As bad as he felt you were getting out of line. If your boyfriend couldn’t straighten you out, he definitely could.

He grabbed your elbow. “I just wanted to fucking talk, but you can’t help but be a disrespectful brat. And I’m fucking tired of it,” he said all of this we be dragged you to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, he pushed you up against the wall. “Ari!” You gasped when your back hit.

“You will not talk to me like you’re fucking crazy. You hear me,” he said putting his mouth to your ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded, suddenly all wide eyed as you stared at him. Then you looked away. “You know what no. I’m tired of this shit. Everyone jerking me around like I’m a fucking toy!” Your voice cracked.

“I’m not-

“Yes you are! You fucking ghosted me after I asked you out! We’d been fucking around for seven fucking months, Ari! I did things with you because I trusted you!”

“I know! I fucking know! I fucked up!” He replied. “I was scared.”

You rolled your glazed over eyes as you sniffled. “Oh god. Scared of what? Having a heart?”

“Yes,” he answered. “I just got divorced. Of course I was scared of jumping back into another relationship.”

“So instead of using your words you flirted with her right in front of me!”

Her being the friend of a friend. Who you very much didn’t get along with.

“Did you fuck her?” You asked, raising your eyebrow, tilting your head.

He scoffed. “What?”

“Answer. Me.” You replied. “Did. You. Fuck. Her?”

“No!” He said. “Look I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look I know I fucked up, but,” he took a deep breath, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” You asked with your lip trembling.

“Of getting hurt. Or hurting you. Fucking things up even more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold it all in. “You d-did th-that! I’ve-,” your voice cracked again, “You fucking broke me, Ari. I tr-trusted you. I did things with you that I don’t think I could do with another person and I hate you for it.”

It was like his heart ripped out of his chest hearing that. Yeah he’d already been regretting let you go, but he’d never get this out of his head. “I know.” His eyes went all soft. He sighed before bringing his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears. “I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispered before kissing your nose. Not being able to help himself. “I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you and then relaxed when you melted in his arms. Your mascara stayed his shirt, but he didn’t care as he swayed you back and forth. “You hurt me so bad.”

“I know.” Even his eyes welled up. Fuck. It was kind of now or later. “I’m sorry. I just,” he breathed, “realized that I was falling for you and it freaked me out.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I know,” he repeated. “But, it’s true. I love you, Y/N.”

You swallowed. “Don’t.”

“Why not? I mean it, okay.”

“Then you can’t take it back,” you replied your chest wrecking with sobs.

He wiped more tears away. “I won’t,” he whispered before pecking your lips again. “Never again,” he said. “Okay? I love you, Baby.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to calm down as he rubbed your back. Then he pecked your lips again. Then again. And again. Until you finally kissed him back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened it. Tongues meeting. Then he lifted you up making you wrap your legs around him. Hands going into his hair as one of his gripped your ass.

He didn’t even feel like making it to the bed so instead he sat down on the couch. It’d been too fucking long since he’d gotten the chance to taste you and he wanted to savor it.

His hands roamed your back making you shiver. You started doing that thing where you’d roll your hips. Tits brushing against his strong chest.

He’d started moving back. His cock pressed into your panties. You were still in your dress from earlier and your skirt had bunched up around your waist. The sound or your lips smacking together made him groan.

Your hands tugged at his shirt. Breaking apart so he could remove his t-shirt. You getting closer when you wrap arms move to his shoulders. He lays you down on the cushions. Kissing you so deep exactly what the both of you had been craving for months.

He pulls away only to go back in to kiss your neck. Wanting to mark you there as his so bad. He started sucking and biting hoping to leave one behind. You gasped as you scratched at his bare back. “Yes,” you whimpered.

He kissed your tits before raised sitting on his knees so he could hurry up and it off of you. You raised up to undo your bra then laid back down. With your tits out he brought his mouth to your nipples licking and sucking at them. Fuck he missed them. Missed biting into them. Getting them all nice and bruised.

“Missed you so much,” he whispered as he moved on down to your stomach. It felt like he was worshiping at an alter with how beautiful you looked. He pushed your panties to the side so he could flick his tongue over your clit.

You put your hands in his long hair again as you moaned. Your breath getting caught in your throat. Face screwed up as you watched him feast on your dripping wet cunt. “Ari,” you mewled.

“Did he do this to you?” He asked, slipping a finger into your wet heat.

You shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t. He didn’t eat pussy.”

“My poor girl not getting satisfied. That’s okay Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” Then he went back between your legs. Seeing this thick ass man look up at you while his tongue assaulted your pussy was making you feel feral.

“Daddy!” Finally slipped from between your lips in a gasp and he chuckled as he brought your legs up, making your body fold. “Ah!”

He didn’t let up as he put his fingers right back where they were as he went back to your clit as you felt your orgasm creeping. And he wasn’t going to stop until you came all over.

“Please,” you begged looking at him, propping yourself up by your elbows. You let out these short quick breaths. “Oh my god!” You threw your head back as it finally came out.

He drank up every drop of your wetness then pulled off of you, keeping his fingers stuffed in your hole. “That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.” He leaned up to kiss you making you taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s my girl.”

Your lips were parted as he pressed his nose to yours. “Fuck. It’s too much,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know, but I gotta get you ready for me,” he said his breath all heavy, too. “So you can take my dick.”

The first time you fucked you’d look honestly afraid that he wouldn’t fit. Or that if he did he’d split you open. He’d done such a good job at preparing you for him, but since it’d been so long he’d have to do it all over again. You got overwhelmed then too. He didn’t stop then either.

Not like it mattered. He was still too thick for you. His cock would still stretch you open until you felt almost too full, but isn’t that why you wanted it so bad.

“Gotta make sure you understand that you’re mine.” He groaned as he brought you to another orgasm as you squeezed around his fingers. “Think you may have forgotten.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t, Daddy.” You couldn’t help it as you shifted your hips. The way he was finger fucking you was almost too much.

“I dunno, Baby. I wanna believe you, but I know how tight this little pussy is and I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.” You looked down at the way his fingers fucked you as he wrapped his hand around your neck. “Tell me I fuck you better.” There was this curl in his lip like if you didn’t answer he’d punish you.

“So much better, Daddy. He never fucked me like you did,” you confessed. “I didn’t want him to.”

“Why?”

“Because my pussy is yours,” you whined out as you gasped before letting go again. “Oh my god!” You screamed. “Fuck me!”

He finally pulled his fingers out so he could take his pants off. As his cock sprung out, you licked your lips. You forced yourself to sit up so you could reach out and grab it. You started running your hands up and down his length making him pause.

Blue eyes watching as you jerked him. He closed your eyes enjoying the feel of you working him. Chest heaving as he paced his hand on your cheek. With that you scooted down so you were kneeling in front of him.

He took a deep breath as you ran your tongue on the underside of his dick. “Fuck you’re so much bigger,” you said before taking a lick at the tip then took it into your mouth.

“Am I?” He asked getting this quirk in his eyebrow. Then used his hand to push his long hair out of his face.

You nodded as sucked him off. Trying your hardest to take him all the way even though you couldn’t. It’s okay he’d just retrain you later. He’d let it slide this time.

Besides you just looked so cute trying. Mouth still felt so good on his dick. Your fingers found their way to your clit. Moaning around him. The vibrations making his cock tingle

He wanted to cum so damn bad, but he made you pull away. Put his hand under your jaw to stop you. “Not yet, Baby,” he said. “Lay back down.”

You didn’t stop though. Just kept going. You looked like you were enjoying it so much he almost didn’t wanna end up. Except he gave you a command and you hadn’t listen.

He grabbed your hair to pull you off. You had saliva covering your face. You licked your lips before trying to go back. “What I tell you?” He asked forcing you to look at him.

Instead of arguing you did as told. Coming up to sit on the couch again before laying down like before. He finished removing himself of his clothing before getting back on top of you. This time positioning himself do his tip nudged at your entrance.

Ari place his cock against your lips. Hissing as your wetness coated the underside of his cock. He started moving his hips back and forth. Then leaned down to kiss you as he pushed in.

You let out this sharp moan and only his tip was inside of you. Your arm going above your head in a fist. Pussy trying to force him out as he inched in. “Fuck,” he swore underneath his breath. You were clenching so tight.

“Daddy, please.” You whined.

“What?” He asked.

“Fuck me,” you breathed looking up at him with these desperate eyes.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” you whimpered. “I miss it.” Falling right back into it. Just like before when you’d want him to show your pussy no mercy.

He groaned. “Yeah?”

You felt so small under him. Just with how he draped himself over you body. How giant he seemed in comparison. “I promise I can take it.”

His hips stuttered as he tried to push in. Your face all screwed up again with each thrust. God he forgot how sexy your moans sounded when you were trying to take him. “That’s my good girl,” he said. “Taking my cock.”

“Please!” You whimpered.

“Yeah, Baby?” He asked. “So damn needy because you weren’t being taken care of. That’s okay. I got you.”

“Ugh!” You mewled. “Fuck I missed you.”

He chuckled before pecking your lips. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Noses touching, lips grazing each other’s as he finally pushed in making you groan and him grunt as he finally bottomed out. You put your hand in his long hair. Grasping the soft strands as he started moving a little faster.

“Fuck.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. “Oh fuck. Uh. Uh. Uhhhha. Yes.” You put your fists against his chest before rubbing your fingernails against them.

“That’s it.” He put his arm above your head the. Raised up so he could peak in between your bodies. See the way his cock went in and out of your pussy.

You were so damn wet. Especially after the way he’d made you squirt with his mouth and fingers. You were leaking all around him. As he forced himself into you.

He reached down so he could wrap his hand around your neck. With his other he raised your leg up to wrap around his waist. “Look at my pretty girl. Taking me so good.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You asked, biting your lip as you let out a little moan.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You okay?” He asked putting his hand on your chin.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You tried to catch your breath. “It’s just-“ you let out another moan. “Okay wait.”

“Okay,” he said, stopping. “You good?”

You smiled and nodded. Breathing still heavy. “I’m good. It’s just... can we be a little rougher?” You ran your hand up and down his shoulder.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Maybe we should take it easy for now.”

Your eyebrow furrowed. “Yeah, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about and I really, really want it bad.” You looked up at him with big eyes. “After Jason I need it hard. It’s all I think about. He didn’t know how to fuck me like you.”

Ari chuckled before pressing his lips to yours. “Damn he really wasn’t taking care of you, huh? Need me to do it.”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Need me to use this pussy?” He put his finger on your clit.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Little slut like you needs a real man, huh.” He asked with a hiss as he started moving again, but then stopped to pull out quickly. Standing up and pulling you up with him. Not even giving you a chance to register. “Needed someone to fuck you like they don’t give a fuck about you.”

Ugh it was almost scary how easily he could step into it. It’s not like he hadn’t missed it too. Making you remember who exactly you belonged to. Obviously during the time apart you hadn’t forgotten.

He pulled you into him. His strong arms wrapping around your body. One of his hands settling on your pussy. The other back around your neck. Making you turn your head so he could force you to turn your head so he could kiss you.

Your hand went to his hard dick that had been slick with your juices. Your pussy was soaking his fingers as you rubbed the pre-cum on the tip of his cock with your thumb.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he pulled away to say into your ear.

You nodded and you let go of his dick, but he kept a hold on you. Then smacked your ass before pushing you down face forward on the bed finally. Hand slapping your ass and moving south with each time his palm connected.

He stuffed his fingers inside of you. Working them in and out. Your pussy clenched around his fingers. Fucking in and out of you.

“Oh fuck me,” you whined. “Fuck me.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you? I can fuck you so hard. Not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered. “Do you promise?” You moved back against him.

His fingers making you want to fucking cum again. You leaned back putting your hand around his wrist and cry out. “That’s it. That’s a good whore.”

You gasped like such a fucking whore when you came. Dripping down his finger and onto the bed as you sobbing and leaning back over. “Oh, oh, oh! Ungh.”

Then he flipped you over, lifted your legs up above your head and as he entered you again. Not giving a fuck this time about letting you get used to it. Your eyes went all wide as that glassy look that be used to love came back. Fuck he loved knowing that you only did that for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” You ended up gasping out. “Please holy fuck!”

He was really slamming into you with the strongest thrusts. Like he was digging deep inside of you. Trying to force you to fucking cum again.

“Why you runnin?’” He asked as you tried to move back. “This is what you wanted so why you fucking runnin?’” Then he put his hand around your neck again.

“It’s so big,” you whined.

“I fucking told you, but you wanted to be dumb and didn’t let me stretch you out. It’s too late.”

“Oh, oh fuck!” You threw your head back. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

“I hope he can hear me fuckin’ you,” he said, still slamming into your cunt. “Hear how much better I fuck you.”

With that you nodded. “You do. You fucking do!”

It honestly felt like he was deep in your guts. Just how full he was making you feel. He got more on top of you so his knees were on the bed. He grabbed your hair, tugging it as he force fucked. “You on birth control?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Good cuz I’m not pulling the fuck out,” he grunted as he let go as you squirted again. Stilling then moving his hips again so he could fuck it into you. He wasn’t even trying to get you pregnant. He just loved to see thick gobs of his cum leaking out of you.

When he stopped he laid on top of you. His head between the valley of your breasts. Both of you breathing heavy. His cock softening inside of you.

You ran your nails up and down his back absentmindedly. Making him shiver then tilt his head up to kiss your chin. “Don’t ever let me go this long without fucking this pussy ever again,” he said.

You tried to say something back, but you were still a little dazed. He finally got off of you making you whimper at the loss of him. Ari kissed your forehead as he repositioned you on the bed so you could lay on the pillow. Then climbed in beside you again so he could pull you into his arms.

“You good?” He asked kissing your forehead again.

You nodded before snuggling into him. “Yeah,” you croaked out.

“Good,” he said.

So you laid there. Head on his strong chest. Fingers swirling patterns into his stomach. While he basked in the afterglow with heavy eyes. A sense of comfort he hadn’t felt since the two of you had been apart.

“Ari,” you said.

“Mmm?” He hummed.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, but I do.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t really give you a chance,” he replied thinking about how he’d kissed you so quickly when the words left his mouth. “This isn’t going to be like last time, okay? I promise.”

“My parents are gonna be so mad,” you said with a chuckle. “They were really pulling for me and Jason.”

“Well, that’s to bad.” He shrugged. “I’m not letting you go back to that dweeb.”

You laughed. “A dweeb!”

“He is!”

“God they are so the pushing for an engagement so bad. Like they were trying to marry me off,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah? I’ll marry you instead,” he replied, tickling you.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Yeah why not. Not like we aren’t already in Vegas. Might as well make this an even bigger cliche.”

“Wait, I mean...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ari, I’m kidding.”

“Yeah, but honestly think about it. That’s a great idea.”

You sat up. “Ari!”

“Oh, c’mon! Think about it. It would really piss him off.”

“I’m not marrying you to piss him off.” You laughed again.

He shrugged. “Fine then marry me because I love you.”

“Ari,” you said with a chuckle. “We can’t.”

“Why not? I’m serious. About you. This. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But, I want a big wedding.”

He grinned. “I can give you a big wedding later. No one has to know about this, besides us.”

Normally you would have told him he was just being silly. Maybe it was the amazing sex and the way he was looking at you that was making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Promise?”

“Always.”

“Well,” you started, taking a deep breath, “this is crazy, but let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me grab my phone so we can look up some places,” he said the. Practically shot up and then kissed you once then twice before going to his pants to grab his phone out or his pocket.

Sure it was insane, but after being apart for too long it didn’t matter. The both of you just wanted to be together. Even if it meant doing something drastic. Besides, hearing you say ‘I do’ made it all so worth it.

[sableseb]

I love your writing so sending in a request;

Okay Bucky/Seb or whomever you want to do this with : Reader sitting on their lap and trying to choke them with one hand. Trying cause she can't. Leaving love bites, etc then just puts her other thumb on their lips and gives them a naughty smile saying "You are my bitch now." and before they (the character) were just going along with it cause they were amused but after that dialogue they just flip the reader and choke her for real and say something along the line of "you will always be my slut." and then take it wherever you like.

Hope you and your family are safe and happy💕💫

Thank you so so much, darling! Wishing you nothing but love💞 Went with Sebastian on this one! I hope you enjoy cause I dunno what came over me while writing this...I genuinely went ham

word count: 1k

warnings: 1k of pure smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking, riding, pussy slapping, titty slapping, hitting, cum eating, spitting

tags: @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @fuckandfluff @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @thewritingdoll

“That’s it, use my cock, baby.” Sebastian gasps as you ride him on the plush, leather couch.

You love when he let’s you use his body, it gives you a sense of power. Having this beautiful man submit to you is something you wish would happen more often because the feeling is unmatched.

Each bounce causes his cock to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You’re both a sweaty mess as you’ve been trying to reach your highs. You’re thighs are starting to burn as they rest beside his narrow hips.

The patch of hair he adorns catches your clit each time you sink all the way down. A coil has wound itself inside you and you so desperately need it to snap. You sit yourself flush against him, basking in the feel of his throbbing cock in your tight heat. You rotate your hips slowly as you look at him.

Sebastian’s once blue eyes are dilated to a complete black, his chest is rising and falling against the brace of your hands, his lips are swollen and pink. He looks like sin and it’s all because of you.

Your hand makes its way to his throat. You try your best to wrap it fully around his neck, but it’s just too thick for your dainty hand. It doesn’t deter you though, not even when he looks at you with pure amusement.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He grunts out as he feels your walls tighten around him.

You bring his face to yours and lightly trace your nose with his. You bring the fingers around his neck to his jaw and twist his face to the side. You bite his ear and whisper, “Making you my bitch.”

Sebastian turns his head back to look at you. He’s grinning a sick grin. He thinks it’s cute how you think you have to upper hand. Almost as soon as the words leave your lips, you’re harshly flipped onto your back. The leather automatically sticks to your damp skin.

His large hand encloses tightly around your neck, already there are bruises starting to form under the pressure of his fingers. You choke out a gasp at his rough demeanor. Being dominant was fun while it lasted…you’re truly at his mercy now.

“Your bitch? Oh, baby. You seem to forget who owns this pretty pussy.” He taunts and lands a rough smack against your cunt causing your hips to jolt. Sebastian rubs firm circles over your clit before landing another smack.

“You’re my bitch. Don’t you ever forget that.” He seethes, inches away from your ever reddening face caused by his restricting grip on your throat.

Sebastian pulls his hand away and you gasp for air. Your lungs burn as the cool air from the conditioned condo is inhaled. You’re practically dripping from his rough words and even rougher actions. You love when he plays dirty.

As your hooded eyes meet his, he’s all business and you can’t help but let a smile breakout across your face. You thrive off his dominant side rearing its ugly head. 

“C’mon, daddy...you gonna fuck this pretty pussy?” you ask, your voice laced with innocence.

A stinging slap causes your head to whip to the side. A red print is marked on your skin and he thinks you couldn’t look any prettier. He grabs your face and leans into your neck to bite and suck the skin. You try to move your head to give him better access, but he has your cheeks firmly in his grasp and he’s not letting you move an inch.

Sebastian’s lips wrap around your ear lobe and he drags it through his teeth before whispering, “Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty pussy.”

You clench around nothing, you ache to have him pound you into this ridiculously expensive leather. He wraps his hand around your throat once more. “Open your mouth.”

You comply and stick your tongue out for him, already knowing what he’s up to. He spits into your mouth, you feel it coat your tongue and it causes you to rub yourself against his erection.

“Now swallow.”

You hum in content as you swallow his spit. He leans in and kisses you, roughly slotting his mouth to yours as his tongue explores yours. The hand he doesn’t have around your throat slides between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance.

His thick girth slips into you and you gasp into his mouth. Sebastian starts a punishing pace that causes your chest to bounce each time his hips flush with yours. His hand tightens as he pounds into you and your eyes cross as pleasure takes over.

“What’s wrong,” he pants, “not so big and bad now are we?”

You can’t reply, your moans are getting stuck and your cunt won’t stop pulsing as heat engulfs you. His other hand lands a slap to a breast before roughly gripping it and then pulling the nipple between his fingers.

He feels you clench around him after each hit he lands on your body. “You love when I slap you around, don’t you my pretty slut?”

“Yes,” you choke out, “yes, daddy.”

As he continues his rough pace, you’re falling apart. The delicious drag of his cock, his groans and grunts, his hand around your neck...it’s just what you need. 

He feels your body seize up, you’re cunt is squeezing him to the point where he can barely pull out of your wet warmth. His hand leaves your throat so you can breathe once more. Tears fill your eyes and your neck is flushed an angry red. You look gorgeous to him every time he takes you apart.

“Want you to cum in me, daddy. Fill me up.”

How can he deny that? His labored breathing and the wet sounds from where your bodies are connected are the only things to be heard. You’re running your hands up and down his defined torso, coaxing him to release himself in you.  

A few more pumps and he does just that, covering your walls in white. You feel his warmness sooth your abused pussy and slowly leak out along his shaft. Sebastian pulls out and makes sure to finger his cum back into you. He lifts his long fingers to your mouth and you happily suck them clean, tasting yourself and him on your tongue.

You flash him a ditsy, blissed out smile before saying, “I should try and make you my bitch more often.”

[mlm-writer]

Rutterly Filled (Omega!Wei Wuxian x Alpha!Male!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (The Untamed ver.) x Alpha!Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 3416 POV: Second Summary: You have not had a rut ever since you have been captures with the other Wens. Now things are going well on Burial Mounds, your body decides it is time. Unfortunately, your prolonged period of being rutless meant your next one was going to be extreme. Fortunately, the Yiling Patriarch is secretly an omega and you two have been flirting ever since you met. Notes: This is 200% self-indulgent. I saw the twink, I fell in love, I wanted to wreck him. Do I need an excuse?  Tags: Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, ruts, idiots in love, being in a relationship without realising it, reader is a himbo, loss of control, magical restraints, breeding, knotting, multiple orgasms, does Wei Ying have a dick and a pussy or a dick and an ass? up to you!, self-lubrication, fingering, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, gēge kink and fuck or die

There was no qi flowing anywhere. The only thing that filled your ‘internal stream’ was utter rage. “I told Wen Qing this would not work without a golden core!” You exclaimed as you got up and started stomping around. The alpha pheromones were rolling off you in waves and you were low key glad you were the only alpha present on Burial Mounds or you would have started a fight the second you caught a whiff of any other alpha.

“It was still worth a try. I do not think there is a way to stop your rut now.” You stomped around Wen Qing. You did not want to lash out at her. Were it not for her concoctions, you would have gone into rut a few days ago without a backup plan at all. Your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. “There is one thing I have not yet told you.” You let out a grunt, indicating you were listening. “Wei Wuxian is an omega and has offered to help you through your rut.” 

You stilled for a second. The Yiling Patriarch was an omega. It only took a second for you to process. Wei Wuxian was not known to adhere to any stereotype or standard. It was not crazy to think that the Yiling Patriarch, a figure that induced fear and hate in many cultivators, was a fragile omega. He may carry himself around like a big figure, but truth to be told, he was skinny like a twig and if he was not such a good fighter, anyone could snap him in half. It all made sense, it was not a crazy thought.

“Master Wei has saved my life. I am already indebted to him. I will wait out my rut in the tent Wen Ning set up in the woods.” You were already walking to the door of Wen Qing’s humble hut, but she stood in your way. Sometimes you suspected her of being an alpha as well. One never knew, when cultivators could just simply suppress their second gender, making them all appear like betas. 

“You have not had a rut in a long while due to the poor conditions we have been under. Your first rut in a while may be much more intense than you are used to.” You clenched your fist, digging your nails into the palm on your hand. Your eye twitched. “Wei Wuxian can defend himself against you, should there be any need. He is also the only omega on the whole mountain. His only condition is that you do not mark him.” You violently shook your head before you could agree to it. The man was the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes upon and while you two had been flirting, you had not yet confessed that every flirty word you shot his way was truthful. The thing between you two, unnamed and not yet romantic, was too good to risk. 

You walked away from the door, before you were going to physically lash out at Wen Qing. “I will not take advantage of master Wei. I owe him too much already.” 

“Your excuses are so weak, I’m starting to think that you don’t think I’m attractive.” Your whole body whipped to the door, where the omega in question had appeared with a pout on his face that made you want to kiss him. His lips were pink and glistening. They looked so full and soft. Wen Qing told him to get out, but you already caught a whiff of the omega scent you had never noticed on him before. Before you had any control of your tongue, you had agreed to spending your rut with Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch. Want bubbled up from deep within you. There was no way back now. 

You followed him and his scent like a blind puppy, as he let you between trees to a tent Wen Ning had set up earlier in case you could not suppress your rut. You saw the dark red fabric in the distance, when suddenly you were caged against a tree by Wei Wuxian. “Scent me,” he whispered into your face and he did not need to say it twice. You rubbed your nose all over his neck and down to where it met his shoulder. You took deep breaths, letting your lungs fill with the sweet and spicy scent that you from now on would know as Wei Wuxian. You didn’t know how long you were rubbing yourself on him and smelling him, but after a while, the fog of alpha hormones cleared and you had a bit more grip on what was going on and what was about to happen. “Better?” Wei Wuxian giggled as he rested against you. You held him close and slowly breathed in his scent. 

After a few slow breaths, you nodded and took his hand to drag him to the tent. It was big enough that you two could stand inside and there were supplies inside, mostly food and water, but also extra robes. You didn’t hear the sound of a lake behind the tent, as you dragged Wei Wuxian inside and pushed him down onto the straw mat on the ground. You crawled on top of him, but as your eyes met his, you were awfully aware of how you were acting. “Sorry, maybe we should talk about what I can and cannot do, before I lose all my patience.” Wei Wuxian laughed and shifted so you two were sitting on the straw mat, facing one another. His robes had fallen open a little and the sight of his chest threatened another frenzy to make itself known.

“You can do anything, but try not to claim me. It is a little early in our relationship for that.” You almost choked on your own saliva and started coughing. Wei Wuxian handed you a waterskin, but you needed a solid minute, before you had enough breath to actually attempt drinking anything. 

“I’m sorry, but… relationship?” You watched Wei Wuxian through teary eyes from your coughing fit. He seemed to turn red in an instant, his face now matching the ribbon in his beautiful silk black hair. 

“Yes? I mean I thought… we always flirt? And we drink together and you sometimes feed me at dinner? We also cuddled when we were drunk? I know we never talked about it, but we are in a relationship or something… right?” You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. He did not lie; those things happened. You just took all those things for things Wei Wuxian would do with anyone.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” you immediately regretted your words as you could see Wei Wuxian’s heart breaking all over his face, “but! But! But!” He looked at you, hopeful in a way that seemed plainly desperate. “I want it to be that way! I just didn’t realise what we were, but I want to be…” There was a flare of hormones and you shuffled forward to bury your nose against Wei Wuxian’s scent gland. “I want you, even when my rut is over, but also now. Right now.” A slight shift and you noticed you were hard between your legs. 

Wei Wuxian might have noticed it too through your robes, because he was shoving at your clothes. You stood up, ripping everything off in a hurry and grabbing Wei Wuxian by his ponytail. You pulled at it until his lips were around your hard cock. You let out a moan of relief, as he immediately started sucking on the length. He resisted when you tried to get him to swallow more of you. Wei Wuxian only took the tip, but with the way he was sucking and licking, it was enough for now. You threw your head back, grunting into the air, while Wei Wuxian sucked you off. His tongue cupped the head of your cock and played with the ridge between the head and the rest of your length. The wet sounds of his mouth seemed so loud in the small space. Before he even took more of you in his mouth, you grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. Wei Wuxian took the hint and with a wet pop he pulled his mouth off your cock. You would have protested, were it not for the hand on your hard length. 

The cultivator squeezed the knot at the base of your cock, everytime his hand was at the bottom of your length. You looked down at him, seeing him with his tongue out, a smile hinting behind that lewd expression, cheeks a beautiful rosy colour that matched his spit-glistened lips. You let out a groan and kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Ropes of cum spilled from your cock. Wei Wuxian’s face, hair and robes were painted white with your seed. When he finally let go of your cock, your face heated up at the sight of him. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal swimmed inside your belly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered out of breath, but Wei Wuxian just smiled at you and started taking his soiled robes off, wiping himself off with a sleeve. When he was mostly clean off your cum, he laid himself down on the straw mat, completely naked and stretched out like a meal for you to devour. 

“Don’t apologise, I want this too,” he confessed with flushed skin and a hard omega dick twitching between his legs. You kneeled down and hoisted his legs onto your shoulders. Your tongue automatically fell from your lips at the scent of omega slick filling your nostrils. Lapping up the slick that had escaped his wet hole and trickled down his thighs, drew a gasp from Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Don’t tease me.” 

You huffed out a laugh at the annoyance in his voice. “Or else? Will the Yiling Patriarch haunt me like a ghost and eat me?” You didn’t let Wei Wuxian reply. You held him up with one hand and pushed your tongue inside, the other hand touching his cock. The omega mewled and moaned as if he was putting on a show for you. Maybe he was. When was Wei Wuxian not making a scene? “Wei Wuxian sounds so perfect,” you growled as you licked the slick off your lips. 

“If you are going to knot me until I can’t walk, at least call me Wei Ying,” the demonic cultivator huffed, his eyes ravishing your body. You smiled as you put his legs around your waist and lined your cock up with his wet hole. 

“Wei Ying is perfect.” And with those words, you slid into his heat. Wei Ying gasped as he stretched around your thick alpha cock, the slick making the slide easier, but he was not in heat. You got halfway, before the resistance became too much. “Wei Ying needs to relax,” you grunted as you rutted inside him, micromovements trying to make further entrance possible. 

“You’re too big,” he complained, hands on your arms and squeezing your biceps. You leaned down and caught his lips in a biting kiss. Soft, pink lips turned red under your onslaught. A hand made its way to his throat and he gasped deliciously against your wet lips. Wei Ying squirmed and gasped for breath as you frantically fucked his hole open until you were slipping in deeper. “So big, too big, I’m going to tear in two!” 

You would be more concerned for him, were it nog for the thick cloud of alpha hormones clouding your judgement. Instead of sounding fearful, Wei Ying’s voice fuelled the fantasy of a helpless omega at your mercy. “Pretty omegas like you can handle this,” you growled in a voice no one woud have recognised as your own. Both hands landed on Wei Ying’s hips and you sat up, so you could thrust inside him with vigour. 

Wei Ying’s voice would have been audible from miles away as he screamed mostly in pain. Coherent thoughts had long left your mind and all that was left was ‘mark’, ‘claim’, ‘fuck’, ‘knot’ and ‘breed’. Pleasure was all on your mind as you closed your eyes to fully enjoy the stretch of Wei Ying’s walls around your cock. That was until you found yourself unable to move. “No! No! No!” You growled as Wei Ying slid off your cock. He pushed you onto your knees and sat down across from you. 

“I’m sorry, alpha, but don’t worry I will not leave you like this,” he croaked out as he struggled with sitting down comfortably. His chest rose and fell in deep, but ragged breaths. You now noticed the redness around his eyes and the wetness on his cheeks. Worry paved a little clarity in the lustful fog dominating your head. 

“Cruel bastard,” you found yourself snarling back, in spite of the seed of worry Wei Ying’s image planted deep inside you. Before even the last syllable left your lips, Wei Ying had his hand tight around your cock and stroked, drawing a guttural groan from you. “That’s not enough, I need more,” you breathed out at the torture that was the grip of Wei Ying’s hand. It felt good, but his omega hole had felt so much better.

“And I need more preparation, I am not in heat,” Wei Ying huffed back as he reached behind himself. You could hear the wet squelch of him fingering himself and it drove you into a frenzy. You demanded being released, so you could once more claim your omega, but Wei Ying did not release you. He let you cum with his hand. Once he needed a better angle to shove more fingers inside, he switched his hand for his mouth, so he could support himself with one hand while he tried to shove his whole fist inside. His mouth felt better than his hand, but you already had had a taste of paradise and this was not it. 

“You’re open enough, please, I feel like I’ll die,” you whined, shortly after you covered Wei Ying in your fourth load. No matter how often you came, it would not be enough until you knotted the omega in front of you. Wei Ying seemed to take mercy on you and he turned around. Wei Ying lowered himself onto your cock. The mercy got you moaning. You could see where you entered him as he bounced on your cock, his hole gripping your length visibly. “Yes, you feel so good omega,” you moaned as he rode your fat length. “Release me and I’ll pound you so good. I will knot you and fill you with my cum and then pound you again.” Wei Ying gasped, a hand moving to his cock to stroke it. The smell of his slick as it dripped down your cock was intoxicating. 

“Gēge, you talk so indecently when you’re in a rut.” You wanted to pin him down and fuck him so bad when he called you ‘gēge’ and Wei Ying seemed to know. The glint in his eyes as he shot you a look over his shoulder was quite telling. “But I’m afraid gēge will break me if I release him. Gēge is such a strong alpha and I’m just a frail omega,” he spoke dramatically, knowing fully well he was far from a frail omega. His words would have made you cringe were it not for the fact you were in a full-on rut. The idea, the thought, the image of him being so fragile and breakable and at your mercy suddenly got something flowing in you. The feeling was unfamiliar, as was the strength it brought. 

You had no mind to think about it, but enough instinct to use it. With this new-found energy, you broke yourself free from whatever was holding you in place and grabbed Wei Ying by the back of his neck. A hard shove and Wei Ying was face down, ass up on the ground with your cock plunging into his wet hole. “Maybe they are right, the Yiling Patriarch is cruel,” you drew a loud moan from the man below you with a hard thrust, “and evil.” 

Wei Ying did not move from where you had him. Instead, he took your punishing pace with the prettiest moans you ever had the honour of hearing. His voice filled the tent with a symphony of pleasure, which only grew louder when you pressed inside and your knot slipped in. Wei Ying screamed in pleasure and pain as you slotted the two of you together and filled him up with your hot seed. 

Still, it was not enough. He was beautiful, had the most breedable body you ever laid eyes upon. How could it be enough to only fill his slick hole once?You only stilled for a minute inside of him, before you pulled out until the knot pulled painfully at the inside of his rim. Then, you pushed back inside, as deep as you could go. Wei Ying whined as you fucked him like that, the knot dragging against his walls and drawing out the melody of pain mixed with pleasure. He moaned and screamed about how he was stretched to the limit, but there was no urgency in his voice this time. 

Everything was a blur from there. Somewhere between rutting inside him and fucking him with your knot, Wei Ying had gone near-silent. His ass had become so open that your knot no longer served its purpose of keeping you inside as you spilled your seed. You didn’t know how many rounds you went, how often you filled the Yiling Patriarch with your load or how often the omega came himself. In one final mind-blurring explosion of pleasure, you passed out. Whether it was on top of him or if you managed to fall beside him was out of your control. 

When you woke up, however, you found Wei Ying on top of you. The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air, mixed with pheromones, both alpha and omega. A groan left your dry throat as you lifted your head to take a look at the man to whom you were indebted with your life, twice. He looked like he was not going to wake up for another 100 years. You tried to brush the hair out of his face, but your fingers got tangled in the silk black strands. Guilt filled your heart at the sight of bruises on his hips and sides. A respectful look down revealed there was still cum dripping out of his hole. 

You untangled yourself from him. It took you a good hour to get Wei Ying cleaned up and placed on a clean towel; the straw mat was completely ruined. You had him on his side, still sleeping peacefully, while you tried to comb the tangles carefully out of his hair. You were almost done when you noticed him stir. “Wei Ying?” You called out softly, hand shooting for the waterskin. You held it to his lips. “Don’t move; drink first.” To your surprise, he obeyed. He tried to sit up, but winced. You took the hint and helped him sit on your lap, the gap between your legs perfect for his ass to rest between with no pressure on it. “I’m sorry. I lost control.” 

Wei Ying blinked at you and then reached for the jar of wine in the corner. You chuckled and handed it to him, still cradling him close. He took a few gulps, before speaking up. “I thought I would die,” he pouted in a somewhat playful way that gave you conflicted emotions about his words. “Gēge, you were such a monster. Next time, I will use a stronger talisman to keep you down.”

You inhaled sharply. ‘Next time’, he had said. You licked your dry lips and nodded, agreeing with him. A signature smile painted the omegas lips, before he snuggled closer to you. “Gege is adorable when he is worried about me. I’ll be fine, I swear. Just don’t make me do anything for a few days.” You let out an empty laugh, relieved and still worried. Another nod as you put a hand on his head, holding it close to your shoulder. You twisted your head, placing a kiss upon Wei Ying’s temple. He hummed happily and closed his eyes. 

“Wei Ying! You need to eat before you go back to sleep!” 

[mrsphork]

My husband has started writing for me. Tell me what you think.

Eyes... Eyes.. Why is everything dark? Why is it so cold in here? Where am I?

I feel the warm touch on my wrist and hear mur murs of voices but can't make them out. Everything is cold besides that hand. "No Pulse, hurry!" Did I just hear that? My memory plays tricks on me all the time but I remember watching House, Bones, and especially Grey's.... Are they taking my pulse? "ON HER BACK!!!" I hear the scream, the voice is familiar but completely unknown. Stern but feminine and the hands are soft and warm. Where am I? Why can't I see anything, why won't my damn eyes work?

I feel my dress being pulled tight against the skin under my arms. That doesn't make sense? I was wearing my peach house dress, why would you pull it tight? The hand moves down and pulls my bra a little lower off of my chest and I feel soft, almost silky hair and, yes a head on my chest. It's like holding one of my babies against me so they could hear my heart when they were small. I miss my babies, they're all grown up now; out of the house. "I need a cutter!". Cutter? What... wait.. that's cold! I feel cold steel against my sternum and hear my dress break away to the blade of what could only be a knife. Why? I want to scream, this is my husbands favorite dress on me! What are you doing. Why can't I scream? Why is it going quiet?

The feeling of a warm hand pulls the front of the black pushup bra my husband bought me for our special night. "Don't you fucking dare, I know he spent a lot of money on this at VS" The fingers grabe the clasp and I feel my breasts, free... Oh the feeling. I love my husband but bras just suck you know? Why the hell he loves those front clasps I'll never understand but thank god I was wearing that for him today. The warm feeling of the palm on my chest. Time seems to stop, I don't hear anything.. Just the palm in between my breasts which is soft and warm. It feels like a feather tickling my face as I feel the fierce thud into my rib cage. One.. The tickling on my cheeks and the release of the pressure on my chest only to be repeated. TWO. God, that really fucking hurts.. but things are becomming more sharp. Again please I scream in my head, please again. THREE the pressure feels like it's going to break me in half. I'm a big girl and this really hurts.. FOUR... This is embarassing.. my tits are hanging out and someone; FIVE, seems to be pressing my chest as if they're trying to break, SIX, me in half. Can you please st, SEVEN.. STOP, PLEASE. EIGHT. NINE. TEN. ELEVEN. I think I've figure this out. TWELVE. I'm choking. THIRTEEN. They're trying to get me to breathe aren't they? FOURTEEN. My chest hurts but something isn't, FIFTEEN, right. I feel something I've dreamed of since my husband first whispered the idea in my head. The lips against mine, I know them. I've never felt them but I know them from my deep desires. That's Andrea, that's her lips. A warm breath fills me. Is she kissing me? I feel her hair on my cheek. "Again, twice for fifteen". "Twice for fifteen?", I ask myself. What does that mean? Her lips contact mine and I feel it deep into my loins, a shiver up my spine as she breathes the air of life into my lungs. I feel the pressure inside of me push the warm hands on my chest up as my body forces me to exhale. "WAKE UP" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs in my head as the sharp shock happens to my chest again with the moniker of numbers. I feel my bra completely under my arm, my torn dress falls off my torso and in a wierd way I'm embarassed. IS my face red? The compressions continue with a loud TWO, THREE, FOUR. I know that voice but I can't place it.

As the compressions hit, the pain is pleasurable as I feel more coherent with every sharp thrust into my sternum. FIVE, SIX, SEVEN. The hands are soft, warm and somehow reassuring. I think to myself, "is this death? Some wierd fantasy and I'm just imagining this? Did I choke on my Calamari.. I remember eating Calamari..." EIGHT, NINE, TEN. Why do I feel like this? ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN. Am I alive? Am I.... I feel wet... FOURTEEN. Anticipation. The only thing I feel, the warm lips come close as I hear the word. FIFTEEN.

The lips contact mine. I'm filled with emotions and air as the air is pushed into me. I feel my chest rise with a Thud. The lips pull away as inside I beg, no.. Don't. They come back after my chest decompresses. THUD. What is that thud I'm hearing? The lips breathe more air into me, my chest rises. The sharp pain from the blunt force against my chest as it rises a reminder that no, I'm not dead yet, I refuse. The soft warm lips, the soft hair, her warm touch.. I know this is Andy... THUD... THUD.. It's getting quicker as the air leaves my chest. My senses are so sharp, my fingers tingle.. my .. FINGERS. THUD, THUD, THUD.. "We have a pulse!" I know that voice I say to myself as I feel my chest rise then collapse. The pain is immeasuarable but I think I'm breathing. "She's breathing, it's faint.. Where's the ambulance?!" That's .. That's... My husband?!!?! HELP ME I scream in my head, I'm here! I hear everything as if it's in a tunnel. There is no light, only sound as it echos faintly. I hear the voice of the man I love say it will be fine, "I am here, breathe baby, breathe". I feel my head in his arms, the safety.. I'm not dead yet.. what happened? Everything starts to fade, I'm tired.. I need a nap. "I got you beautiful, I got you". Silence envelopes me.

Suddenly I wake up.. My eyes open! It's bright, everything is white! I scream where am I? I feel a warm touch on my arm as I look over to see the man I love sitting beside me. He's holding my arm in his. He looks miserable, like he hasn't slept in days. "You need to shave, you're prickly" I say as he kisses me. "I thought I lost you, god damnit woman.. you scared me". "I'm here, what happened" I mutter. He tells me the story that we went on a date with a few of our friends from church and ended up in a car accident. "Stupid People". He tells me how there was no injuries just the shock of the incident had laid me out and everyone thought I was dead. They gave me CPR on the side of the road beside my car before the ambulance got there. And I instantly remember... The warm soft touch, the silky hair.. the inviting lips on mine... I smile innocently, "I think I'll take a nap then." as the thoughts roll through my head.