#but if i panic and start throwing hands EYE am the one in the wrong

[romanscoming]

“shh .. i got you baby.. just hold onto me .”

its currently 5am .. ive been watching edits of dae-ho &the salesman all fuckin night .. save me ? [ kitty is screaming rn .]

TRIGGERED!NEEDY!DAE-HO KANG [ PLAYER 388 ] x SOFT!GIRLFRIEND!BLACK!READER smut / fluff — 18+

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SUMMARY - tossing and turning, the thought of you dying in the next game is hunting dae-ho, eating him from the inside out nd making his night sleepless .. but you know just how to comfort him nd help him sleep thru the night .

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dae-ho having PTSD, nightmares, #realmencry, cockwarming to sleep, semi-public sex, mommy kink, daddy kink, cuminside, creamypie, breeding kink, breast play, tit-sucking, babying, rubbing against one nd another, dry-humping (personally my favorite), pussywhipped dae-ho (pussydrunk), cockdrunk reader, both sub; little bit of softdom, “goodboy”, aftercare, lovemaking, praises, bitting, sloppy, heavy breathing, panting .. yk the drill [ ALSO USE OF [name] AS IN ( Y/N ) and YOU SO NO PRONOUNS ]

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DAE-HO WAS TOSSING AND TURNING .. THE IDEA OF YOU DYING AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO SAVE YOU WAS EATING HIM ALIVE .. his soft mutters .. “[name] please .. i cant lose you ..”

you were on the bed right on side of him, half asleep and half awake .. listening to his whimpering and soft cries .

the thoughts of how you guys were back at home, always cuddled up whenever one or the other was upset or frustrated .. you guys were a tied together .. soulmates because you both can always feel when something is wrong with the other person .

you fell upset .. thinking hard about what to do, he’d always take care of you and now it was your turn to take care of him .

“dae .. sweetface ?” you called out in a soft tone, but didnt get his attention

quickly lifting your head up to turn to him, you notice the heavy breathing as his body rosed up and down quickly, he was panting .. pillow covering his ears arms locked against his head to keep the pillow in place ..

he having a panic attack.

you jumped up too your knees crawling to his mattress on the floor and touched his cheek making his eyes flicker open like a little baby as the tears started to fall down his cheeks .

“ohh you poor baby .. dae-ho — im here i promise ..” you whispered into his ear as he shook his head no a struggled to maintain his voice on his own as more and more tears fell out his eyes .

you found ahold onto his hand as you softly drew circles around his palm .. and lingered his hand to touch your face .. to bring him back to reality with the touch of the person he truly loved, adored, appreciated, and cared for .

a loud gasp of air was lifted from him, as his eyes fully opened and locked with yours .. his panting slowed but body still was shaking .

he mumbled some “no ..no no no..” as he backs away with a shaking breath trying to focus..

his hand stayed on your face, as you watch him back away you frowned as you pushed your closer sitting on his massive thigh, taking his other hand and placing it on the other side of your face .. staring deeply into his eyes .. “baby .. listen to me dae-ho .. listen to my voice —i am here ..your not gonna lose me —i promise”

“[name] .. ohh pleasee.. pleasee [name]” he whined and whimpered to you .

you nodded your head with a brief sigh which turned into a bright smile as he said your name .. your dae-ho .. you’d helped him just like times before and succeeded .. you were proud of yourself .

dae-ho sighed, throwing his head back with a whine ..

you watched this sight as the hot feeling between your legs started to rise just as your squeezed your legs between his thighs staring at his sweaty form .

his dark eyes lingered to you as he right the heat rise around you both .. he smiled watching you staring rubbing his fingers against your face catching your attention again .

“my [name], my angel ..” he whispered as he softly pulled your head to his lips leaving a soft wet kiss on your forehead then onto the lips .

you chuckled lowly, as you changed position wrapping your legs around his hips now .. a silent moan falling out of both of ur mouths as your wetness touched his half hardened cock.

ignore it, you look at his sweaty form once more before rolling his shirt upwards from the bottom, “your so sweaty baby.. lets take all of this off ..”

he didnt do anything just hummed in agreement, he rosed his arms up as you lifted yourself up to the taller male pulling his shirt all the way off .. and placed wet kisses against his neck, shoulders and collar bone .

his breath increased as you sat back down onto his hard .. groan falling out his mouth as u kissed his chest more ..

“shh .. stay quiet.”

he nodded rapidly, as you smiled and kissed his lips ..

“remember .. at the beach ?” you mumbled to him as he nodded watching you closely as you rubbed against his body with ur hands and slowly started to hump his hard .. brushing ur clothed pussy again his problem .

“mm—uahh~..mhm..” he hummed back to you, “mmm~ ff.. when we soo sleepy but horny ?” you lift your head from his neck looking into his eyes with a gentle smile kissing his cheek .

moving kisses all around his face, his nose, his cheek, his chin, his jaw and the crown of his head and lastly his lips .. a passionate soft but gentle delicate, kiss .

“can you picture us there again for me ?”

his head fell back once more as you started to rolling your hips against his more and more, building up the pace, now moving ur hands to his shoulders to stay steady on his lap .

you chuckle to yourself as the moans escape both of your mouths .. “can you do that for me dae-ho .. huh baby please ?” he nodded too afraid to speak .

you moved quickly as you removed your jacket, slipped out of ur shirt .. nd quickly let your pants fall to the floor .. dae-ho watched all of this as his dick grew harder and harder by the second nd moaned as you pulled his pants along with his boxers down for his thick fat heavy cock fall out .. glistening to the low red and blue light as his angry hot pink tip shined with pre-cum leaking out .

he moaned out a little louder this time as you pressed yourself against him .. “shhh .. give me a second ..” you let out a couple of soft moans as you pulled ur panties to the side exposing your wet pussy to his leaking cock, letting your juices fall onto his length .

you both watched closely before looking up into each other eyes, you smiled at him before sliding ur pussylips on the side of his dick, back and forth holding onto his shoulders as he held onto ur waist .

he sucked in a sharp breath before moving one hand to your tits, squeezing them and pulling at ur nipples as you threw your head back letting out low moans holding onto him tighter .

he continued this act, as his head rolled back repeatedly and stared at the frame of both of ur bodies touching, trailing his eyes back to your shape, your breast, shoulders, neck and ur face structure .

he looked at your breast once more before looking up at you with pleasing look, and you nodded “go ahead.. ask be a good boy and ask .”

he whined, before stared into your eyes as he opened his mouth and moans fell out .. “aaah~ please ma-mommy please —“ you frowned at him, “please what hm ? tell me .”

“can.. i-i—ahh~ please.. i cant .” he whimpered as his head fell to your shoulder .. you were teasing him, everything he opened his mouth you grind ur clit again his tip rubbing the your pussy against his dick fasting and faster .. “yes you can” you cupped his face into ur hand giving him a sloppy kiss, “you can .. say it for my baby .. i wanna hear you voice —you know i love it .”

he chased after your lips after you pulled around before looking at u with a pleading face once again .. “boobies .. can i suck them please mommy—aah~ please—“

you smiled and nodded, your head fell to his shoulder as he lashed onto your boob, sucking it gently but hungrily though filled your head of the times you were home and dae-ho would randomly ask to suck them .

you’d never decline his offer .. he even came up with scenarios of WHEN he’d get you pregnant and ur breast would be full of milk for the baby and HIM .

you giggled to yourself at the memory forgetting you both were in this huge room trapped .. “thinking about impregnating me hm ?” you hummed to him as you fed your boob to him, “aren’t you .. thinking about me being all round with full breast leaking with milk ?”

he nodded rapidly as your hand moved to the back of his head pushing his face into ur breasts .. just as his other hand came and pulled at ur untouched breast .

you moaned a little loud as you bit onto his shoulder holding yourself together as you started to grind faster then before .. the feeling of a knot came and felt as if you every were going to explode..

rubbing faster and faster as dae-ho pulled away from ur chest and held onto ur waist helping you move, “gonna cummmm~ gon-aagh~ gonna c-cummm baby—please .”

he pressed his lips against yourself, giving you another sloppy kiss as you both moaned and whimpered into each others mouths, “can-can i cum inside~ mm~ please wanna make u a mommy—want you to make me daddy—angel pleaseee- i cant take it anymore ahh~”

you nodded as you quickly pushed his dick into ur cunt .. “yes yess~ ahh~ wanna make you a daddy—i want itt now pleasee~~!”

you both moaned outt as you started bouncing and he thrusted upwards to let his dick meet your cunt halfway, the sounds of sloppy wet skin slapping grew loud, your ass slapping against his thigh, the sweat against both of your bodies increasing heavily .

“cum with me princess .. please—gonna make you a mommy i promise—gonna fill you up .”

you moaned out a yes, nodding and quickened your bounces, “yes yes yesss!! we’re going to be—a mommy and daddyyy~ ahh~ im cummingg—ohhh dae-hooo..pleaseee!”

hearing you moan out his name, he snapped as his load poured into you .. lots of white substance flowing deep into your cunt .. as your eyes rolled at the feeling you kissing his lips and released yourself as your cum combined with his farming a lake deep inside of your cunt.. your head fell onto his shoulder as he babbled .

“loveeeee—loveyouusomuch ‘mmm~” you nodded at his words, opening ur mouth so reply but moans and whines just fell out .

“soo warmmm.. ahh-soo fff-fucking tight still.” he moaned as you continued to bounce teaching both of your highs, your pussy tighten around him.. it felt like a glove—a glove that was made just to fit dae-ho .

just as you were about to get up, he pulled you back down .. “no.nononooo—cant leave this warm tight cuntt—i love itt— i love youuu—[name] i love you so much ..” he whined “just keep it in okay—iloveyouuu~”

you were panting.. “i-iloveyoumore—i dooo ahh~” you moaned out in a rush just as he started to roll his hips inside of you as your eyes rolled back—having him inside of you felt like heaven on earth and he couldn’t agree more .

“cant keep still—fuckkinggg hell.. this cunt was made for me—righttt princesss~~?” he whimpered to you as u noddeddd, “yesss yesss~ a million times yess baby—“ you couldnt hold back ur moans anymore just as your pussy tighten against him and again ..

“fuckkkkk—fuck!”

your lips fell onto his as you gave him a clean passionate kiss full of love as you felt yourself releasing your juices once again — “cumm—cumming baby..im cuming againnn~”

“me too—cmonnn, cum with me” he holding you in his lap just as your body started to shake, he bites the side of your neck gently to hold in his moans as u held on his shoulders bouncing more and more .

“pleasee—dae-ho cum inside me.. we-we’ll finally have a family—once we get out of this.. me .. you and our baby” you whined into his ear as you placed his hand on ur womb feeling himself go deeper inside of you after every bounce .. “babies—our babies [name]..”

you nodded as your bounces got sloppier, you were closer then before .

tighten your pussy around his cock u babbled to him and he babbled back repeating praise to one and another .

he whimpered and moaned as he held onto tightly as he was closer and closer as usual bouncing getting both of you off .. “shhh—shh .. i got you baby —ah-just hold onto mm~ .. me” you spoke with moans and pants ..

a moment of silence moans as you both reach the climax and the feeling over but of substances mixing with the old cum building up deep deep in your womb now—the panting of you both fill the room .

“sooo good angel.. fuckk soooo damn good.” he spoke while panting, lifting ur head up to rest his forehead against yours .. “mm~~ feels so warmm dae-ho” you yawned to him ..

eyes trying hard to blink away the sleepiness .. “i knowww .. gotta keep it like this—so we can have our babies okay ?”

you noddedd humming small “yes.. yess i know” lowly as your eyes closed .

“[name], cmonn baby—“ you whined as he changed position with you .. staying inside but slowly moving your back to touch the mattress as he lay on top of you .

“stayy—stay ahh-mm~please” dae-ho thrust into you a couple of times before resting his head on side of yours , “i ammm i amm~ fuckk—im sorry—couldnt help myself—you feel so warm..”

you chuckled to yourself and kissed his cheek just as your eyes closed again—“i love you dae-ho.. i love you so much more then you know it—i love you and our now unborn child” dae-ho was smiling ear to ear as he placed his hand over your belly and you placed your on top of his .

“i love you and our unborn child more—i promise we’ll make it out of here ..” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek then lips .

sloppy wet kissing between the two of you was passionate and pleasing .. right before the sleepiness took over the both of you—dae-ho threw the blank over your guys and kissed your forehead as you were now sleeping and planted his head in your neck and fell asleep as well .

.. SHORTLY AFTER THE LIGHTS WERE BACK ON IN THE ROOM — AS THE GROUP GOT UP THEY TURN TO SEE YOU GUYS STILL ASLEEP.. “dont even wake them—they were at it all night.” gi-hun stated rolling his neck with a sigh and walked ahead of the group .

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i wouldnt mind doing a part2 with reader being pregnant.. pregnancy sex???? whatcha think !

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Your fics are amazing! They comfort me during my 3 am reading sessions😭🫂

I was wonder if you could do Reader x Sevika, where like reader and Sevika are on a mission by Silco but things go wrong and Reader gets hurt and like Sevika gets worried like hell. (Make it really angsty to the wound PLEASEEE🧎‍♂️❤️)

✞⛧ Not you ✞⛧

Warnings: blood, severe injury, gun violence, near-death experience, angst, emotional distress, soft Sevika moments, hurt/comfort

The night is thick with smoke and gunfire, the air electric with the scent of burning metal. Silco’s orders were clear—get in, secure the shipment, and get out. Simple enough. You and Sevika had done far worse for him.

But things never go as planned.

You were halfway through the exchange when everything spiraled. A deal gone wrong. A setup. A fucking ambush. Sevika’s shouts had barely reached your ears before the bullets started flying. You had ducked behind a crate, pulse pounding, your own gun trembling in your grip.

And then—searing heat.

You don’t even register the pain at first, just the sheer force of it knocking you onto your back. A bloom of red spreads across your ribs, hot and wet. Your breath stutters. The world tilts.

Sevika’s there in an instant. You don’t even see where she came from, only that she’s dropping to her knees, her metal arm throwing off sparks as she shields you from another round of bullets.

“Fuck—baby—stay with me,” she breathes, her voice a razor’s edge of panic.

Her hands are on you, firm and shaking all at once. Her flesh hand presses down hard on your wound, trying to stem the bleeding. It hurts like hell. You groan, vision spotting black.

“Sevika…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, breath wheezing as the blood coats your lips. “Shit…”

Her eyes are wild, searching your face, searching for something—anything—to tell her you’re going to be okay. But even you don’t know if you will.

“Don’t fucking talk,” she snaps, but there’s no anger in her voice. Just raw desperation. Her hand shakes as she reaches up to cup your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. “You’re gonna be fine, y’hear me?”

The gunfire is still raging around you, but all you can hear is her voice. It’s ragged, breaking. You’ve seen Sevika mad before—furious, lethal, merciless. But this? This is fear.

Someone comes up behind her—a thug, the one who shot you, maybe—but before you can react, Sevika does. She twists, her metal arm catching the bastard by the throat and crushing it in one swift movement. He doesn’t even get the chance to scream.

Then she’s back to you, tearing off a strip of her already-ruined shirt, pressing it against your wound with a force that makes you cry out. Her teeth clench. “I know, baby. I know,” she mutters, voice thick. “But I need you to hold on.”

You try to. You really do. But the pain is all-consuming, dragging you under like a riptide. You can feel the warmth of your blood spilling out too fast, slipping through her fingers.

Sevika curses under her breath, and then suddenly, you’re being lifted. The world spins. Her grip on you is ironclad, her body solid and strong against your weakening one.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, over and over, like a prayer. “I’ve got you.”

She’s running, dodging bullets, moving like a force of nature. You don’t know where she’s taking you, only that she won’t stop—not until she gets you somewhere safe.

Your head lolls against her shoulder. You try to focus on her heartbeat, the way it pounds, erratic and frantic. She’s never been scared like this before. Not even when her own life was on the line.

You try to tell her you love her, that you’re sorry, that it’ll be okay. But all that comes out is a wet, broken gasp before darkness swallows you whole.

You wake up to the smell of alcohol and something bitter. The pain is the first thing you register—sharp, deep, tearing through your ribs with every breath. You groan, barely able to move.

Then there’s a hand in your hair, warm and trembling.

“Hey—hey, baby.”

Sevika’s voice is hoarse. You blink blearily, vision struggling to focus. She’s there, hunched over you, looking like she hasn’t slept in days. Her shirt is stained with your blood, her jaw tight, her brows furrowed so deep you think they might stay that way forever.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she mutters, fingers tracing the edge of your face like she’s trying to convince herself you’re real.

You try to smirk, but it barely comes through the pain. “Not… dead yet.”

Her expression crumples.

She looks away, exhaling sharply. When she looks back, her eyes are wet. “You almost were.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

She shakes her head, fingers pressing against your palm, grounding herself in your warmth. “You lost too much blood. The doc said—” Her voice catches. She swallows hard. “Said it was a close fucking call.”

You squeeze her hand, or at least try to. You don’t have much strength left. “Guess I’m lucky.”

“Don’t,” she snaps, sudden and sharp. Her grip tightens around yours, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her point clear. “Don’t act like this is nothing. You almost fucking died.”

Her voice cracks on the last word.

You blink, watching her, the raw emotion in her face. Sevika doesn’t get like this. She doesn’t let herself get like this.

Not unless it’s you.

You try again, softer this time. “I’m sorry.”

She exhales shakily, pressing your hand to her lips, eyes shutting tight.

For a long moment, there’s silence. Just the sound of your ragged breathing, the way her grip won’t loosen, like she’s afraid you’ll slip away if she lets go.

Finally, she looks at you again, and there’s something fierce and broken in her gaze. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

And you swear, if you had the strength, you’d reach up and hold her the way she’s holding you.

[evie-sturns]

wrong video - Matt Sturniolo

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summary: where your best friend matt accidentally sends you a video of him jerking off instead of the pictures you two took together earlier, you can't help but want him.

contains: smut, switch!matt, fluff.

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matt's been my friend for years now, we've hung out the whole day today and took instagram pictures together, now we are laying on the couch together watching some random rom-com.

"matt?" i ask chirpily, looking up from my phone over at matt. his eyes gaze over to me,

"yeah?" matt mumbles, looking at my eyes.

"can you send me the pictures we took earlier, i think i should post some of then." i say, fidgeting with my fingers as i scroll aimlessly through my phone.

"oh yeah of course." matt nods, he picks up his phone again as '10 things i hate about you' blasts through the living room.

i get the notification from matt, i instantly tap on it which takes me to messages.

theres the 4 pictures we took today plus another video..?

i swipe through the pictures then make it to the video.

i press play and my eyes instantly widen.

the video starts off with the camera pointed at the blank celing, then matts hand reaches out and adjusts the camera, the camera points to just his length.

he's running his hand which is covered in rings, repeatedly up and down his dick, his tip is flushed pink and dripping precum down the long vein that travels up the side of his cock. small whimpers and curses fall from his lips before he releases.

i pause the video instantly and look over at matt whos tapping at his screen with his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

"oh fuck- shit no i didn't mean to send that!" matt panics frantically, unsending the message.

"what just happened." i breathe out with a small embarrassed laugh,

"i am so.. sorry." matt whispers, his cheeks a deep red.

i just witnessed my best friend jerking off through a video.

matt stands up and runs a hand through his hair, "i-i'm gonna go to bed." he stammers before walking out of the living room.

i dont even notice but i've been squeezing my thighs together ever since i first looked at the video, it was hot.

i pick up my phone to look at the video again, but its deleted.

the video plays through my mind over and over, i feel weird, why am i thinking about my best friend like that?

i jump up off the couch, letting the blanket fall to the floor.

i almost run down the corridor towards matt's room, i knock twice on the white wood of the door.

"mm?" matt hums shyly from inside, i creak open the door and i'm met with him laying on the bed, wearing just sweatpants and a loose chain.

"matt. i want you to fuck me." i state blankly, i dont even process what i'm saying before it spurts out my mouth.

"what?"

"sorry." i mutter,

"if you want me to fuck you i will." matt says while standing up off the bed and walking over to me.

i turn around to look at him, hes looking down at me with his eyebrows slightly raised.

i grab his chin and pull him into a passionate kiss, matt kisses me back, his tongue quickly slipping into my mouth.

he lets out a small groan against my lips, letting his submissive side slip and thats enough for me to take control.

i guide him back towards the bed, pushing him down lightly onto the mattress.

i straddle him quickly, matt looks up at me with his bright blue doe eyes.

"fuck- i need you." matt whispers as i grind myself against the bulge in his sweatpants

"do you?" i tease into his ear.

"please.." matt whines, throwing his head back as i feel him grow fully hard under me.

i shimmy my sweatpants down my legs, revealing my white lacy panties.

i tear my shirt off of my head, revealing my bare chest right infront of matt's eyes.

"you're so pretty.." he mumbles

i pull down his sweatpants, his large length springing out, the same one that i saw over text 10 minutes ago. "you ready?" he ask, tearing open a condom and rolling it on him.

"i really like you.." i whisper, hovering above his raw tip, "i like you too sweetheart." .

"you need help?" matt speaks, holding my ass and pulling my panties to the the side.

i didn't, i just wanted to feel his hands on me.

"yes,- yeah please.."

he lowers me down onto him, halfway down. suddenly he drops me, my ass colliding with his thighs, i let out a gasp as he smiles, he lifts me back up to his tip, before loweiring me again.

i press two of my manicured hands on his bare chest and push his back down onto the mattress as i start to bounce on my own,

i trace mindless shapes on his skin, "oh fuck- fuck you're so tight" he whimpers.

"im not going to last long- im sorry" matt warns, gripping my waist as i sit fully down on his dick, i rub my clit against his pelvis as i rock back and forth.

suddenly matt flips us over, my back hitting the mattress.

he groans as he slides all the way out to his tip, then pushes all the way inside me again. "fuck.."

he whimpers as he starts to thrust in and out faster "matt oh my god." i moan as he presses on my lower stomach with his free hand, so he can feel how deep he is inside of me.

i clench around his length, feeling all pleasure coarse through my body at once.

i release all over matt's dick, he finishes into his condom then pulls out of me slowly, being careful not to overstimulate me.

matt pulls off his condom and chucks it into the bin on the other side of the room,

he throws his arms up lazily, "trick shot!" he laughs

matt collapses down next to me, "you okay gorgeous?" matt says, pulling me close to him.

"i needed that" i giggle, matt scoffs lightly before picking me up.

he carrys me over to his desk and sets me down on the chair before sorting through his various clothes.

he brings me over some of his sweatpants and an old shirt, "and... arms up!" matt says, pulling the shirt onto me.

he leans over and tugs the sweatpants up my legs.

matt pulls on his pants from earlier and picks me up again, throwing me on the bed.

he flops down beside me and tugs up the covers with a small exhale.

"that was the last thing i expected from tonight." matt says, closing his eyes.

"me too honestly, not mad about it though!" i clarify with a grin.

i pick up my phone from next to me and open up matt and i's messages,

i scroll through my photos, then pick out a specific picture before sending it to matt.

matt picks up his phone, "why'd you send me something i'm right her-" matt starts but cuts himself off.

"shit.." he laughs nervously,

matt opens the picture of me naked in front of my mirror, a small gasp escaping his lips.

he tugs the covers up over his lap as i see his cheeks flush.

"please- don't delete that." he whispers.

"matt.. are you hard again?" i laugh, tugging down the covers.

matt grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

"how could i not be when you just sent me a picture like- like that!" he protests

"it's okay" i laugh,

matt presses a kiss to my lips, "go to sleep."

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Drive you crazy | Day 1 | jjk

SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language only for now.

A/note: HI I'M SCARED BUT HI ALL THE BEST HAVE FUN . First chapter out and I am already head over heels for this Jungkook. I'd say to keep your hobi water ready anytime cause the spice never ends.

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"You'd be better off as a pornstar, why not start an only fans page."

The guy beside me whispered as I clenched my fist, a helmet covering his face. Well he was lucky the helmet was there to protect him, or else by now, his limbs would've fallen apart, bit by bit until he was screeching for mercy.

"Stay out of my way." My helmet was a barrier to the fiery glare I was sending his side. I heard him emit an audible but distressed sigh as his tongue clicked in disappointment.

I scanned him from head to toe, not as if I knew him, but my desire to call him a "gay stripper" grew stronger with each tap on the floor.

I close my eyes, collecting my thoughts that were scattered around an endless black hole. Echoes of heels clicking against the floor catching my attention, ear perking up I fix my posture, shoulders rolling back, clearing my parched throat.

A woman with huge circular glasses resting on the bridge of her nosewalked in. Her pencil skirt accentuated her broad hips, her blue eyes fixed on the notepad wrapped around her arm, and the silver metallic pen held her elegant hairstyle together.

She was the definition of what I call 'classy'.

I suddenly felt my shoulders slouch down when her blue icy eyes scanned me, her orbs slowly widening in astonishment. I raise my hand giving a small wave with a crooked smile.

Maybe that was a bit too crooked. Screw it! She can't see me.

"Ahh..." I suddenly squealed under her intense gaze that was scanning me over and over again, pushing the glasses that adorned her button nose back. She cleared her throat grazing over her notepad one last time.

"Lady, you know I am still here, right? Maybe you can do this goo-goo eyes after I'm checked in." The guy beside me commented, earning an eye roll which he couldn't witness. I stomp over his boots, almost throwing my whole weight on his foot.

"OUCH!" He grunts, turning my way, maybe or maybe not glaring like Donald Trump after he found out his steak was cooked medium rare and not brought alive.

"Fight me you ceramic bitch!" He shrieks, ready to throw hands. I hide behind the elegant woman for protection who just watched us bicker.

She cleared her throat again, catching me off guard. She turns my way. "Jungkook and Y/n?" She pursed her lips, narrowed cat-like eyes waiting for our nods.

"Jungkook...more like junk looks," I coughed out, wheezing at that lame pun, perhaps no one has the sense of humour of a five-year-old. The world is turning tables pretty quick.

"Ms Y/n, you aren't supposed to be here?" She waits for my reaction as I freeze on spot.

"What do you mean I am not supposed to be here?" My voice slightly rising, "I checked in myself as the new rookie in racing." I practically throw air quotes at her statement, panic wavering in my

voice.

The so-called guy 'Jungkook' choked, his broad chest heaving up and down as he laughed.

Did I say something funny?

"You are at the wrong location, I think there was an error in our system while registering you, we may have added your name to the wrong list." She ran her index finger across her crisp notepad, eyes moving back and forth like a hawk.

"No, no, no, no-no." I gasped, "do you know how long it took me to persuade my sponsor?! This is my only chance to race; if I don't enter, all of my years of preparation will be in vain."

She looked at me with sympathy. "Can't you make any changes to send me there?"

"I'm sorry...you won't be able to reach in time and we cannot let you go until the board takes a look at this major mistake and have you safely enter your designated place."

She tapped her foot on the marble floor.

Suddenly my head dropped, audibly sighing as my fingers tapped against my thighs. Just one opportunity is given...and it will all wash over like golden sand at the seashore.

"Okay, sad. Moving on, I'd like the Keys to my quarters." Jungkook arrogantly demanded, pushing his hand in front of the woman. She looked at him with no emotion, rolling her eyes, once again checking the name list.

Think Y/n! Think!

I felt my heart clench, the corner of my eyes collided with the water. My craving to have wind tangled in my locks while the engine roared at the starting line with determined racers kept increasing.

That desire in my heart burning stronger than any fuel.

"I can race here!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the tall man beside me. The woman blinked her eyes, glasses almost falling off her snatched nose.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I can race on this track here in California, till then your board can sort out all their work." Adrenaline rushed in my veins like hope, secretly fist-pumping the air. Finally, this could work out.

"Listen up kiddo, this is California. Here racers make history. They don't sit on the track to have some pink princess tea party, so you can take that bag of yours and move your ass out of this place because you don't belong here." His words were foul, a snarl creeping on.

He was filled with bitterness, swiftly peeling off the helmet on his face. His action left me speechless.

His ethereal beauty was hidden behind the helmet; his soft, glowing skin was the centre of attention; his doe-like eyes were pools of overflowing emotions; his soft lips, the bottom one a little fuller, a mole on his cheek and one under his lip.

I would've stumbled on my face gazingat such charm if only he wasn't being a jerk.

"It's because women aren't usually seen racing here, in fact for the last 50 years no women had the guts to continue on this track." The woman abruptly spoke. I felt the uncertainty in her voice. She was trying to cover up for that jerk.

"but there is no rule against women racing here." I protested back.

"Yes there isn't but-" "Then I race here."

Jungkook's intense stare had my knees go weak. I could feel the sharpness and cold wrath all at once. An unspoken cold blooded war was rising between us.

"What do you think you are doing?" Jungkook exclaimed, his warm hand skimming on my shoulder, the grip crushing my meek corpse.

His jaw clenched and eyes obscuring, he glowered behind the lustrous locks covering his orbs that bled out of outrage.

outrage.

Staring into his eyes my body shook violently, I harshly pushed him away, disgusted by the warmth his hands held. "Don't touch me." My eyes were bloodshot red, wrapping my hands around my torso.

"I won't be outmanoeuvred by a jerk. Especially you, Jungkook."

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Jaehyun knew instantly, from the smell of burnt marshmallows, that he messed up. Big time.

“Oh my God…” was the only thing that Jaehyun could say after looking at the complete disaster in his hands. “This is the worst day ever…”

“How am I supposed to surprise Y/N now?” he whines.

Jaehyun could literally feel the tears forming in his eyes. He had been planning this day for the entire month—you’d be visiting him in Seoul for the first time in the entire 2 years the two of you have been in a long-distance relationship. Jaehyun planned to bake you some smores cookies from scratch—instead of buying them at his favourite bakery—just to make it all extra special for you. He’d bring you to visit all the cool spots in Seoul, showing you around his university campus and everything that he likes to do in the city.

Jaehyun sighs. 

After throwing the absolutely destroyed smores cookies into the bin, Jaehyun quickly rushes to the dining table, grabs his phone and starts dialing Sungho’s contact number. He paces around the room, nervously biting the edges of his sleeve as he waits for Sungho to pick up.

“What’s up?” Sungho answers after a few seconds. 

“OH MY GOD, THANK YOU for picking up,” Jaehyun exclaims, his voice going higher and his speed goes faster with each word he speaks. “Sungho, please help—Y/N’s going to land in an hour, and I’m picking her up at the airport too! I have to leave in fifteen minutes–”

“Dude—okay, okay,” Sungho replies through the phone, “calm down—I can’t hear a thing you’re saying–”

“Please come home right now,” Jaehyun cuts him off, panic thickly lacing his voice, “I need to fix this!”

“Fine,” Jaehyun sighs in relief as he hears Sungho’s response. 

Sungho arrives ten minutes after that, and Jaehyun literally jumps to open the door for him. 

“You’re here!”

Sungho grumbles as he enters their shared apartment, handing Jaehyun one of the bags of groceries he’s holding. “You’re lucky I was at the grocery store. I got all of the ingredients you need.”

Jaehyun blinks confusedly, immediately looking into the paper bag in his hands—shocked to find a bag of marshmallows, two semi-sweet chocolate bars, and a bag of flour. A smile erupts on his face instantly. “How did you know I ran out– thank you so much, Sungho! I love you!” he exclaims, running after Sungho, following him into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, right,” Sungho laughs, putting away the rest of the groceries. “Say that again when Y/N’s here.”

“Not my fault I love her more,” Jaehyun cackles. He begins to whip up another entire batch of cookie dough—though, this time, he double-checks every single ingredient he puts in the bowl, and reads every single line of the instructions on the recipe he’s found online more than once. Sungho watches from the side, amused at how concentrated Jaehyun is. 

“Do… you need any help?” Sungho asks, almost snorting the water he’s sipping on through his nose, as he witnesses Jaehyun frowning over baking powder and baking soda. 

“Wait, which one is which?” Jaehyun mutters, scratching his head. 

Sungho laughs, “just read the recipe, idiot.”

“Oh, okay.”

The rest of the baking session goes surprisingly well, with Sungho supervising to avoid Jaehyun burning down their kitchen. Jaehyun does every step needed with utmost detail and focus—to the point he doesn’t even realise that the person he’s waiting for is already at the door. 

You’re standing outside of what you’re sure is Jaehyun’s apartment, your luggage and other goodies in hand. You had taken a cab from the airport to surprise him. You had some difficulties convincing the guard to let you in, but luck was definitely on your side today—the guard on duty happened to be on good terms with Jaehyun, and he’s heard him talk about you before. 

“Wait a minute!” you hear your boyfriend’s voice answer from inside the house. Tears begin forming in your eyes, your heart swelling with affection. You had waited for this moment for so long. You missed Jaehyun more than ever—you hadn’t seen him in two years. 

In the minute that Jaehyun took to open the door, you reminisce in your old memories shared with Jaehyun—how the two of you used to be neighbours, inseparable. The two of you grew up together, sharing countless moments from preschool all the way to middle school. You smile, remembering the bittersweet feeling that drowned you the day Jaehyun told you that he was moving away to Korea with his parents. You still remember feeling like the world was collapsing on you, that your life was going to end right there and then. 

It was winter, years back, as it is now. 

“My heart is with you, Y/N,” Jaehyun said, grabbing your cold hands tight. He blows onto them, trying to keep your fingers warm. “It’ll always be with you, no matter how far I’ll go.”

“How easy for you to say,” you sobbed, not caring about how you looked at that moment with all the tears and snot running down your face. All that mattered to you, in that moment, was that your best friend—one of the most important people in your life—was leaving you behind. 

You were too busy crying your heart out to even notice your best friend’s own tears. He wiped it away as quickly as it fell. 

“Here,” Jaehyun said, softly smiling as he wrapped the scarf he was wearing around your neck. You looked up to meet his eyes, blinking harshly to make the blurriness from all the tears go away. “Keep this. Don’t cry anymore, okay? We aren’t kids anymore… and plus, I’ll send you postcards. Letters, whatever. Every day. I promise.”

“Do you really?” you pouted. 

Jaehyun laughed, nodding enthusiastically as he carved his promise into his heart. “Of course, Y/N. You can stomp on my grave one day if I ever break that promise.”

Your parents had to practically pull you away to let Jaehyun board his airplane that day.

And Jaehyun never even once broke his promise. He sent you various postcards, letters, and eventually emails every single day, just as he told you he would. He’d update you about the things he did, showing you pictures of his daily life. You knew that it wasn’t much, but you always looked forward to reading his emails every single day. It made you feel that Jaehyun was still there.

The two of you spent the entire four years of high school that way, communicating over emails to combat the fourteen hour difference. You never thought you’d meet him again, not until the graduation day of your high school. You remember, as vividly as the day that it happened, how shocked you were to receive a hug from Jaehyun as soon as you walked out of the hall. The euphoria that rushed through you was unexplainable. You remember melting into his hug, uncontrollably sobbing as he hugged you tighter, proud of your achievements.  

You had spent the summer with him that year, creating memories to make up the time you spent away from each other. 

And, additionally, the two of you figured out the feelings that you each held back all these years. 

You were sad, of course, to part ways with Jaehyun again as his vacation was short. Though, you believed that fate would always bring you to him again, as it’s always been.

“Y/N…?” 

Jaehyun’s voice and his widened eyes bring you back to the present. You smile widely, almost laughing at how messy his clothes are—his hair and sweater covered in spots of flour, his sleeves stained with melted butter. The smell of freshly baked cookies attacks your senses, making it evident as to why your boyfriend is in such a mess. 

“Wha-what’s going on?” he stammers, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes as he sees the scarf—the one that he gave you donkey years ago—wrapped snugly around your neck.

“Hi, gireumi,” you grin, laughing to fight the tears. You miss him so much. You miss his voice, you miss his warmth, you miss him. “It’s me.”

“I–I-” Jaehyun stutters, freezing as he doesn’t know what to do. “I was supposed to pick… you up…”

“Yeah, you were,” you reply, “but… ta-dah! I’m here now, Jae.”

It didn’t take long for him to respond to that nickname—one you’ve made for him almost two decades ago. Jaehyun pulls you into a hug, his eyes still widened and his heart thumping fast. He doesn’t let go for a long time, and when he finally does, you find his eyes sparkling with tears. 

“Jae, why are you crying?” you laugh, ignoring the stream of tears running down your cheek. 

Jaehyun pouts. He sniffles. “You’re crying too. I miss you so much, babe… why did you come here by yourself? I was supposed to pick you up! How dare you not let me do that for you?” 

“I wanted to surprise you, baby,” you reply with a gentle voice. 

Jaehyun sniffles again, clearly crying. His nose red and his eyes glistening with tears streaming down, he pinches your cheek. He huffs before continuing, “but… I wanted to do it…”

You kiss his cheek before laughing again, letting him wipe your tears with his sleeves. That’s how it is when you’re with your favourite person, Jaehyun: laughter endlessly erupts out of you. “Jae…”

“Hmm?” he perks up, finished with wiping the tears off his face. 

“Do you plan on letting me freeze out here or what?”

Jaehyun giggles sheepishly before letting you in. You say hello to Sungho, who retreats to the other side of the living room to give you and Jaehyun some space. After closing the door and helping you with your luggage, Jaehyun comes over to you admiring the interior of the apartment. 

“Is the apartment… that bad?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shake your head. “No, not at all! I’m just taking in the fact that I’m here… in Korea, at your place,” you smile. “And Sungho’s, of course,” you add quickly. 

“I’ll give you a tour later,” Jaehyun says, “it’s a bit cramped for two people, in my opinion, but the facilities are great. But, now, we have something even better to do!”

He grabs your hand and begins to walk to the kitchen. You grin, “are we going out already? I’m too tired for that, Jae.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nope, not yet! I’ll bring you out tomorrow—or tonight, maybe, if you want to eat out for dinner—but I have something for you. Something really, really amazing.”

“Is it?” you tease, though you can’t stop the smile. 

Jaehyun grins widely. Oh, how you missed seeing him smile right in front of your eyes. 

“TOTALLY!” he exclaims, pausing to say calmly, “sit down, baby.”

You take a seat, watching delightfully as Jaehyun continues on his excited ramble. “I’ve worked soooo hard on this, baby, and you must love it.”

As he puts on kitchen gloves, you chuckle, “are you implying that I have to love whatever this surprise is?”

Having known Jaehyun for so many years, you definitely know that he’s not one with the kitchen. 

“Of course, ‘cause I’m the one who made them,” Jaehyun smirks before bending down to take the baked goods out of the oven. He brings out the tray of s’mores cookies, setting it down gently in front of you. The delicious aroma washes through you, and you immediately beam, already knowing how good this will taste. 

The cookies look extremely good and mouth-watering—if you didn’t know that Jaehyun baked them, you wouldn’t even be able to guess it!

“Myung Jaehyun…” you say, pouting.

You stare at the cookies, imagining how hard your boyfriend worked to make them for you. 

“What?” Jaehyun replies immediately, surprised at the full name. He freezes in the middle of whatever he’s doing, blinking at you excessively. “Wha-what did I do, baby?”

“Nothing,” you say, chuckling at how you’re starting to cry again. “I love you so much… I- I don’t know how to say this but I’m so grateful we’re together and- I miss you so, so much it feels like I haven’t seen you in decades– and… and it makes me cry seeing you do so much for me…”

“Hey.. baby,” Jaehyun rushes towards you, pulling you into his embrace. He hugs you tight, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Sweet girl, please stop crying ‘cause I am too…”

“I love you with all my heart, dearest,” he whispers, tears in his eyes for the millionth time today, “and even if that means burning the kitchen down to make you your favourite desserts, I’ll gladly do so even a million times.”

His words touch your heart delicately, and it causes you to cry even harder. The two of you spend quite some time hugging each other, before turning back to the cookies. It tastes surprisingly well, and you spend a lot of your time laughing after finding out the story behind them. 

― © htaesan, 2025.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

last 5 years running out my mouth

katsuki bakugou x reader

one night, amongst the crowds and the music, katsuki wonders why he’s looking for you- he knows you don’t go to parties, anymore. themes of (katsuki’s) depression and substance usage

i love you 5sos nation 🪐 inspired by you dont go to parties

5 am.

katsuki’s clinging to his couch. everyone on his contact list, and everyone on their contact lists and so forth, stood in his house. red, drunken eyes dart around, as if looking for someone. though he knows its futile. you’re not there. at least, not anymore.

he groans, sitting up. he needs to vomit. this isn’t a good look for a new, fresh-faced hero. he pushes through the crowds, starting to kick people out. he didn’t care where they went, just not here.

he knocked over a vase. he’s probably offended a bunch of people. he’s trying to make it to a place in the apartment that doesn’t reek of alcohol and dead dreams- an ambitious attempt, to put it nicely.

he groans, bumping into someone. he grows even more frustrated when he sees who it is.

“katsuki, you’ve gotta sit down, man.” kirishima says, directing his friend to the bedroom. kirishima is a party goer, but lately, he knows to stay sober enough to keep things in check. someone had to be bakugou’s jailor.

katsuki doesn’t protest, sitting down while the redhead ushers everyone out of the house. he sighs, returning to the bedroom, seeing bakugou sitting there, his head in his hands.

“fuck… i don’t know.” he pinches the bridge of his nose. he doesn’t curse out of anger or hatred; he curses out of sadness. katsuki sits there, like theres vultures spinning around him, waiting for their time to strike.

what a tragedy.

bakugou opens his mouth to say something, but the overwhelming urge to vomit takes over. kirishima walks over, pushing him onto the bed and making sure he lays on his side. he stares, heartbroken, wondering where it all went wrong.

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you prayed he’d just talk to you, about his fears and about his doubts. you wish he’d be honest about his panic attacks, especially after the war. he’d wake up in a cold sweat, remembering the fighting, remembering the tears. but some invisible barricade caged his feelings inside his heart. this had to be his battle.

he’s still there in the darkness, feeling like a heartless monster. he’s starting to come undone, the sadness in his bones seeping into the security and confidence once embedded in him. maybe he isn’t who he set out to be in the first place.

but he���s not gonna let you know that.

“told you i’m find, moron.” he says, spooning you. he hopes you don’t notice how glossy his red eyes are, but you do.

“katsuki, please-“

“i’m fine.”

you bite your lip. if you can’t get him to open up, maybe you can take his mind off of it. a party never hurt anybody, right?

“…denki’s throwing this get-together tomorrow night.” you say, proposing the idea to him. “its a reunion for our class. we should go. it’ll get your mind off of… whatever it is.”

he scoffs, musing that he’s too good for parties. “yeah, a bunch of lightweight assholes i have to drive home? no thanks.”

“oh c’mon, it’ll be fun.” you pout.

it’ll be fun, and because you’re desperate to see a smile on his face again, even if its from laughing at his friends drunken antics. anything that’ll have even a semblance of your katsuki back.

“i’ll think about it.” he can’t say no to that face.

and that was the first time you ever saw katsuki drink.

he can handle his alcohol well, actually. he keeps you close by him, starting with one shot, and then another, and then kissing your neck in front of all your friends while his bitter breath tickles your skin.

he was laughing, enjoying himself. he was surrounded by people who diminished his doubts. a night of partying and fun did him some good.

what you didn’t anticipate, however, was how often he was attending them now.

the fame followed him everywhere. katsuki would end up in different celebrities’s basements, with close friends or even strangers. at first, you went with him. but it were as if the alcohol formed oceans between you two, separating you from katsuki.

he’s spiralling and you can see it. he’d chase down all that pain with shots, and all that trauma with drunken dares and released inhibitions. at first, you went with him to have fun. then, you went with him to make sure he didn’t take his foot off the breaks. now, you couldn’t bring yourself to go at all.

“katsuki, you need to stop.” you say, following one of his nasty hangovers.

he groans, clutching his temples. “don’t… god, you’re making my head spin, [y/n].”

“i’m making your head spin?” you scoff. “no, thats because you were out till 3 last night.”

“it was denki’s birthday.” he tries to excuse himself.

“no, it was sero’s, and they told me you were shitfaced for most of it!” you raise your voice, tears brimming.

his eyes widen, seeing how upset you are. he knows its irresponsible, but he also knows being drunk was a way to feel something, anything other than sad. given the choice between drowning in whiskey and drowning in tears, he chose the one that was capable of poisoning him.

“please.” you plead. “stop with the parties, with the drinking. its hurting you!”

“i have it under control!”

“you don’t!”

he stands up, his hangover more evident than ever. “god fucking damnit, [y/n]. if all you’re gonna do is bitch and moan like a fucking extra, just go!”

exactly 2 seconds in, katsuki realized what he said. but he’s too late.

theres a palpable silence in the air, followed by the sniffling crinkle of your nose as the tears cascade down.

“[y/n], babe, baby, i’m sorry. fuck, i-“

you slap him, cutting him off. his head whips to the side, just taking it. he wants to argue back, but he knows he deserved that.

you pack up your things, and he doesn’t have it in him to try and stop you. he begs in his mind for you to stay. secretly, you’re begging that he’ll beg.

but he doesn’t. and you leave.

subsequently, katsuki’s partying habit goes from controlled to dangerous.

he’s never not drunk, never not out doing something with people he doesn’t know. he’s always staying just a bit too late, but always manages to kick himself out in time to get to work. he’s always irritable, in part to the hangovers but largely in part to your absence.

people are starting to catch on. maybe not the fans, who adore him and his looks no matter what, but his colleagues have noticed a shift. the no-bullshit, toughed out dynamight sunk somewhere beneath his rising blood-alcohol levels.

still, he looks for you. he wonders if you’re still on the couch, singing karaoke with your friends, belting and humming along to the tunes. he thinks you might be in the kitchen, making yourself a drink and calling an uber in advance. or maybe you’re in the washroom, overstimulated, your anxiety taking over. anxiety he knows all too well. the anxiety he tried to hide beneath parties.

some nights, he’ll drunkenly stumble into the washroom, whether its his own or someone else’s. he’ll wonder if you’re there, sitting on the sink, ready to leave with him to your shared home.

but its another lonely night.

you don’t go to parties anymore.

because you’ve stayed at home, crying over photos, wearing his hoodies. everything you’ve learned about katsuki during your split had been against your will. there was silence from him, but the whispers of news and gossip tabloids could scream. you’re mad, yes, but you also pray for his safety.

selfishly so, you hope he still looks for you at those parties. at least there, he cares a little. maybe even more than you realize.

right now, he’s sitting on the couch with kirishima, denki, and sero. though all of them have had a bit to drink, katsuki is undoubtedly the worst of them all. he’s bitching about you, about missing you, about how you left him.

“she just.. got up and fucking left.” he slurs, leaning his head back. the mood is killed, and no one really has the energy to argue. except maybe for denki, who points out the obvious.

“you told her to leave. and she had a good reason for bringing it up to you, dude.” denki says. “can’t blame her for walking out on you.”

silence. the calm before the storm.

exactly 5 seconds later, katsuki is positively losing his shit, yelling at denki who just sits there, dumbfounded. kirishima is holding his friend back while sero attempts to position himself between the two. its one thing to be yelled at. but being yelled at by katsuki bakugou? thats something else.

“i don’t know what to do, man.” sero says, looking at eijirou for answers. the redhead honestly isn’t sure either. one thought crosses his mind, but he’s worried.

“get him to sit down.” eijirou says. “i’m calling [y/n].”

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“hello?” you say into the receiver. theres a pit in your stomach hearing ejirou’s voice, knowing he wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t an emergency.

“hey [y/n], listen… katsuki’s drunk, and he’s yelling at denki… i’m so sorry, but… you think you can come get him?”

god, its exhausting being a good person sometimes.

“yeah, i’ll be right there.” you huff, grabbing your car keys. eijirou thanks you, knowing you might be the one thing that calms him down right now.

all 3 boys help get him into your car. your heart clenches, seeing just how badly he’s been doing. he’s sick, and he’s tired. his eyes are swollen from crying, you know it.

eijirou leaves you with a long hug, arms embracing you. “take care.” he says. “call me if he acts up. he might need someone to kick his ass.”

you chuckle, for what feels like the first time in forever. “yeah, he could.”

when you re-enter the car, you don’t start it right away. you look over at katsuki in the passenger seat. maybe he’s starting to sober up, or he’s drunk enough where he’s starting to be honest.

“i’m so fuckin’ sorry, babe.” he says. you just nod, eyes welling up with tears, words failing you.

he laughs bitterly, head leaning your way. “i’m a mess, [y/n]. like, a real mess. doctor told me i have depression. i didn’t tell you ‘cause i didn’t wanna look weak. pathetic, right? i feel pretty weak right now.”

you look over at him, already wanting to cry all over again. you should have seen the signs. right now, they are so glaringly obvious- the detachment, the avoidance, the drinking….

“and i miss you more than anything.” he says. “i wish i just… talked to you more. even if its your shitty knock-knock jokes.”

you’re crying, but you do scoff a little, holding his hand. “my knock-knock jokes are not stupid.”

“knock knock.” he says.

“who’s there?”

“i still love you. and thats the worst part about all these damn parties… you weren’t there. i don’t care about parties if you’re not there.”

that might have been the most sober thing he’s said all night.

you don’t say anything, not ready to forgive. but you do place a kiss to his cheek before driving him home.

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a few days later, katsuki shows up to your house at 9 o’clock sharp- a new record considering the recent events. he called in advance, but your heart still skips a little when you open the door and motion for him to enter.

the bags under his eyes have reduced. he’s nor slurring his words, and he’s not snapping at all. he seems… better.

“i uh… brought you coffee.” he says, awkwardly handing you the cup. “i got you some sugar and creamer, cause i didn’t know how you like it.” he shoves his hands into his pocket and takes out the packets.

“katsuki, i have that all here.” you almost laugh at his nervousness. its clear that this has taken a hold on him. as he sobers, he feels the need to rebuild himself again.

“right, sorry, smartass.” he says, he sounds like an asshole, but its a nickname you’ve both grown used to.

physically, he seems like he’s finally gotten some rest. on the inside, however, you can see the turmoil in his eyes. he had spent weeks drunk on distractions. now, he’s facing all the things he’s fucked up.

you think back to what he said in the car. about his diagnosis, about his struggles. you wonder just how long he’s been feeling that tv static in his head, how long he’s been bullying himself. you wonder how strong his demons are, how they’ve got hands and how he was struggling to fight them.

it breaks your heart.

“i… i know what i told you the other night.” he huffs, hands in his pockets. “i remember that much.”

“…why didn’t you say anything?” you dare to utter, wanting to see his pain and wanting to shield him from it.

he pauses, finding the right words. “…i don’t know. i’m a hero, i’m the god damn best. i didn’t wanna look weak.”

“depression isn’t a weakness, kats.” you remind him, that familiar nickname rolling off of your tongue in a way that makes his heart ache. “especially after everything you’ve been through.”

he knows what you mean. the relentless training, the fights, all the times he thought he was going to die. honestly, he didn’t think he’d make it this far. everyday could have been his last.

“it just… hurts.” he admits, wincing at the vulnerability in his tone. “so damn much… like… i don’t know. like i’m trapped.”

his voice cracks at that last part.

“i don’t know what to do. how to deal with this. i just know i’m sick of parties. i’m sick of being away from you. i-“

you cut him off with a hug there, enough to get his eyes misty. he hugs you back instantly, fitting in with you like a puzzle piece. burying his face in your neck, he inhales and lets himself get lost in you.

“you don’t have to know what to do.” you say, stroking his back. “as long as you’re done hurting yourself. i’m here, you asshole.”

you shed a few tears as well as katsuki sobs that he’s sorry. but as you hold him, he admits to himself that vulnerability didn’t kill him- it just brought him closer to you. after days of searching for you at parties, during lonely nights, you’ve got him again.

and he’s never letting you go.

[roguelov]

Invisible Hands

Request: Ok. Okokokok from the kinktober list (ignore this if you aren't interested ofc) Morpheus and the ghost prompt. Imagine either the reader or Morpheus is the ghost and the ghost can touch the other but they can't touch the ghost. Like they can be teased endlessly and there's nothing they can grab so extra intense like just imagine if only reader can see ghost Morpheus or he can become invisible then he could tease them anywhere he wanted like the possibilities are corrupting my soul

Notes: Thank you my sweet panini anon!

Word Count: ~2.7k

Reader: afab (referred to as my dear/my love)

Warnings: SMUT (ghost!Morpheus, breast play, fingering, dirty talk, doggy, window/mirror sex, light exhibition, voyeurism, penetrative sex)

Inhaling the aromas, a pleased hum rumbled in your throat and harmonized with the sizzling vegetables in the skillet. Your stomach grumbled, eager and wishing to devour your dinner now. Shaking your head, a joking smile curled over your lips. Soon, you told yourself. Soon you will feast then crawl into bed.

Yet, someone else had plans, someone wanted to disrupt your peace.

Hands - cold and firm - wrapped around your waist. You gasped. Panic flooded your system, but it all quickly dissipated. Frustration, and some embarrassment, swiftly overtook your flash of panic.

“Morpheus,” you hissed under your breath.

A low chuckle reverberated near your ear.

You whipped your head over your shoulder, throwing a heated glare. And yet, there was no one. Perhaps if you squinted you may see the vague wispy outline of a man, or perhaps it was your imagination conjuring such a shape.

“Cheeky,” you grumbled at the empty space.

Morpheus was a ghost, a gentleman from a bygone era struck dead and doomed to haunt the grounds. Unfortunately over the years, the grounds had been purchased and built on. From a shop, to a house, to finally an apartment complex, Morpheus was the one constant that stayed and had become a resident as well so to speak. And best of all - or worst depending on your view - Morpheus in turn had become your ghost, specifically your spectral lover. You weren’t sure when and how it all started, the beginning was all foggy with the thick haze of lust.

But, you didn’t mind.

He was yours, and you were his.

His hands trailed down, slipping under your baggy shirt. Your own hands flew down trying to stop the demanding hands, however they passed through them.

“Morpheus -“

“Pay no mind to me,” a rich voice cooed in your ear. “Please, continue to focus on cooking your dinner.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. “How can I -“

Your breath hitched. His fingers skimmed up your sides then danced below your breasts. Your eyes dropped down. Your shirt was bunched up. The lumps and movements of hands constantly roamed beneath. His touch was insatiable. He wished to map out your curves … again. He truly could never tire of the softness of your skin, the warmth, the life which flowed through you. While due to his nature, he on the other hand was frighteningly cold. His hands were always so cold they were like ice against your searing skin.

His palm pressed into your stomach, making you shiver. His lips brushed over your ear then dipped below to gently kiss your neck. His hand moved back up. A light hum tumbled off your lips. His fingers brushed along the underside of your soft breasts. “No bra?” He murmured with a teasing tone.

A heat licked at your cheeks. “I - I am home, why would I?”

“A valid reason, my dear, but are you sure you were not waiting for me?”

You scoffed, “You give yourself a lot of credit.”

“I believe my work can speak for itself.” His slender fingers pinched your sensitive nipples. Your eyes widened, and you swallowed back a sinful sound. “I do believe I always leave you more than satisfied, yes? But, do correct me if I’m wrong?”

What a smug man.

He then began to knead and play with your breasts, loving how such a delicate task left you panting and growing desperate. His thumbs then swept over your nipples. Electricity shot down your spine. So cold, so wonderful. You dropped the wooden spoon, letting it clatter to the ground. Your vegetables will most likely burn at this right.

Fuck.

Morpheus hummed, pleased to see you holding back. He will make you sing soon enough. Your body was his most cherished instrument. With every tug, every twist, every pluck, he could orchestrate such a sweet melody. Your body will bend to him. And he knew what chords to play, and in what order, to achieve it. Such as if he truly wanted to make you sing right now, he could wrap his lips around your nipples and suck on them. You always made such lovely sounds when his tongue was involved.

“Relax,” he purred.

Fall into me, bend to me, he thought.

You choked on your words, “My - my dinner -“

The stove clicked, shutting off itself. The pan slid to the side off of the hot burner. Morpheus was growing impatient, and his hunger knew no bounds. “Let me take care of you.”

He twisted your nipples. You moaned so beautifully for him. You finally leaned your head back, relieved to have a solid presence to support you. You had no fight, no more retorts.

You wanted him.

His lips skimmed over your neck. Goosebumps trailed behind in their chilly path. He then pressed gentle, loving kisses into your skin. Each one a proclamation of his desire for you. His hands gave your breasts a break. But, not your body. Oh no, like before he wanted to make you sing. They slid down your stomach then traced along the waistband of your shorts. His fingers glided over once, then twice, before dipping below the band. His finger immediately swirled around your clit, then slid between your folds. He swiped between them, rubbing and teasing you.

A devious smile painted across Morpheus’s face. You were dripping for now, and you always were. “So wet,” he smirked. “I thought you said I give myself too much credit.”

“Please,” you whispered breathlessly. You tipped your head back, trying to look back at your lover, at where you believed his eyes were. You reached up, swiping at the space where his face would be for it to only connect with air. “I need you.”

I want to touch you, to feel you, to kiss you.

He snickered. “Allow me to have my fun, my dear. I assure you you will be satisfied as usual.”

“But -“

A finger slowly pushed inside of you. A small yet delicious stretch made your back arch. You bit your lip, holding back your moan. Morpheus’s eyes dazzled with excitement. You truly were so wondrous. He could watch you all day and night, all your cute lovely expressions.

A hand cupped your face, drawing you into the invisible space. Your eyes fluttered closed as you used your other senses to guide you. Cool lips brushed over yours. You chased after them. He huffed, a small laugh through his nose. It was always nice to see you were addicted to him as much as he was to you. He captured your lips. You hummed, melting into him. His lips moved with such precision. He poured hot passion into your veins. He will burn you from the inside out if he must.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as your mind focused solely on his lips, on the feeling of him. You tried to grab him - something - but to no avail.

You were simply at his mercy.

His finger curled inside of you. You moaned loudly, but Morpheus swallowed it up. His tongue dove in between your lips, swirling around. He explored your mouth. His tongue danced with yours. You tried to fight back, but you couldn’t. He consumed you and all your senses. Morpheus dominated you, and your knees trembled with every swipe of his vile tortuous tongue.

But, you shouldn’t focus only on his tongue.

That was your mistake.

His finger began to pump at a lazy pace. How could you forget? His fingers were vile and tortuous too.

He drew back, breaking the kiss. You whined faintly. Your eyes were still closed, your brows furrowed in a frustrated knot, and your lips were utterly abused and sopped from the messy kiss. His finger gradually picked up its pace. Your eyes flew open.

He chuckled, “You, my dear, always amaze me.”

He added a second finger, filling you more and satiated the ache for more. You whimpered, bucking your hips. Deeper, faster, harder, you wanted him to ruin you.

“And always so responsive.”

His fingers curled again hitting the perfect spot. You moan, squirming in his grasp.

His lips brushed against yours again murmuring, “And always so pretty when you come for me.”

Tears prickled in your eyes. You searched and searched wildly but saw nothing, not your Morpheus. All you saw was the dull ceiling and walls of your kitchen. “Morpheus -“

“Shh, I got you. I told you, let me take care of you.”

He removed his fingers with a graphic wet sound. Your cheeks burned. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it up and over your head. Your breast spilled into the air. Morpheus wasted no time, pinching your nipples again. You groaned, burying your head towards him. Seeing you so flustered and needy, he supposed he could make this a little faster. His own arousal was becoming difficult to fight back on anyway. With a small trick, he phased your shorts and underwear off your body, leaving you now fully bare in your kitchen. The cold air against your glistening cunt made you shiver. Hands then gently pushed you forward, making you bend over the counter. You pressed your sweaty forehead into the cool countertop. You peered over your shoulder.

Still no one.

You pouted. Yet, your pout dropped as a silent moan fell from your lips. Something teased your folds. You recognized the thick shape as Morpheus’s cock. You pushed back, desperate to take him. But, he pulled back, keeping just his tip between your folds.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged.

His cock rubbed through your folds. He rocked his hips, lightly humping you. Your mind began to splinter. Lust clouded your mind. Needs and wants curled around your throat, threatening to squeeze out all your depraved secrets. You met his shallow thrust, feeling the head of his cock rub against your swollen clit. Each thrust - the mind numbing friction - made you cry out.

“Please,” you panted.

You needed to feel him fill you and stretch you.

“Say it again,” he growled.

You let out a shaky breath, “Please, Morpheus.”

Grabbing his cock, he slowly pushed inside. You clawed at the smooth counter. Inch by delicious inch, he filled your cunt until he bottomed out. Morpheus curled his body over you. His lips kissed your neck, and his chiseled chest pressed into your back. The coolness mixed well with your perspiration.

Hot and cold.

Dead and alive.

“Are you ready,” he purred in your ear.

You nodded, biting your lip. His hips rocked slowly. His cock dragged out through your walls before pushing back in.

Soft, teasing thrusts. One to make you desperate.

“Morpheus,” you whimpered.

His cock continued the painstakingly slow pace, loving the sensation of your walls clamping down around him and pulling him back in. You didn’t need to say anything, your body screamed for more.

“You’re taking me so well,” he hummed.

You swore you could cry. “Fuck, faster please.”

He smirked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please.”

His hips snapped, setting a brutal new pace. All the air caught in your throat. Your eyes widened then nearly rolled back. Your head fell onto the counter. For now, all you could hear was the slapping of skin. Turning your head, you peered over and locked onto the nearby window. With the dark backdrop and the light inside, it acted like a mirror. You could watch your body being pummeled. You watched as your ass jiggled and contorted, you watched as your breasts bounced with every thrust, you watched as the obvious handprints dug into your malleable skin and hips daring to leave permanent marks.

Your lust rattled mind realized something: the curtains were opened. Apartments across the way could watch you, watch as nothing absolutely ruined.

Would someone think you were fucking yourself? Would they be confused? Would they be turned on? If Morpheus shifted his body, could you watch as his invisible cock filled you, stretching you?

You shivered at your thoughts.

Morpheus’s chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. He saw you eyeing the window. He saw what you saw. “Oh? Do you like to watch?” He paused, considering something else. “Or would you like someone else to watch?”

Words lodged in your throat.

“I can feel you clenching around me, my love,” he teased. You buried your face in your forearms, embarrassed how much this all truly turned you on. “Look. Now do you like to watch me?”

You peered out of the corner of your eye. After his question, his body became corporeal. He was a well built man, toned and lean. His back and arm muscles rippled with every thrust. His pale skin seemed to glow brighter in death. His hair was black as Death’s robes, and cropped short. His eyes shone like pale blue moons. Here he was, Morpheus, your ghost lover in all of his glory. A man whose face belonged in renaissance paintings, spoken as a king or a lord. A man from an era of courtship and marriage, of hidden letters passed between lovers, of romance and roses. And yet here he was, his long heavy cock pounding in and out.

He fucked you like a toy, his toy.

You watched, utterly memorized.

“Or only like this?” His body disappeared again, leaving only the sounds of his destruction upon your body.

You whimpered.

“Answer me, sweet one,” his voice whispered next to your ear.

“B-both,” you stuttered out. You loved watching him, and you loved knowing you were simply at his mercy.

Your ghost, your monster.

“Can - can I see you?” You asked under your breath. You desperately wanted to see him, to see his body and face. Tonight, you needed him, all of him.

“Of course.”

His body reformed. You sighed happily. His head was tipped forward. His lips parted, panting. You swore with each puff, a cold chill spread over your back. His hair - usually slicked back - flopped in his face, begging to be played with. Your eyes fell to his cock, coated in your combined juices.

Pleasure crackled down your spine.

Yet, Morpheus was not satisfied. He moved you a few inches away from the counter. He bent you down more, hitting a new angle. Stars exploded behind your eyes. His blunt tip kissed your cervix over and over. You moaned loudly without a care.

“There,” he mused. “Right there. So beautiful, so sweet.”

Head hanging, you grabbed the edge of the counter, trying to hold on and keep yourself up. But, your thigh and knees shook, threatening to crumble. The stretch was intoxicating. You could hardly catch your breath. Opening your eyes, you watched as Morpheus’s cock disappeared in and out of you. Your stomach even bulged at this angle. Your mouth hung open and you swore drool pooled at your lip. You closed your eyes, focusing on the rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Morpheus, please, I’m so close,” you whined, greedily matching his pace. You began to erratically hump his cock, desperate for your release.

Without saying a word, one of his hands on your hips snaked down between your legs. His fingers circled around your needy swollen clit. Your back arched. You moaned, it was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

“Then come, my love,” he purred, pounding feverishly into you. “Let me so you unravel, let me hear you sing, let me see you come all over my cock. I want you to make a mess on me, my love.”

You writhed, feeling the pressure build and build ready to snap.

“Watch me fill you, my love.” His fingers moved faster drawing more aching circles.

You were almost there.

“I told you to watch.” He lightly smacked your clit. You gasped, your eyes snapped open. Your eyes connected back to how his cock pumped into your cunt. “Perfect.”

He could tell you were watching by the way your walls tightened around him. It had seemed he had found an unspoken kink of yours.

“Now, be good for me, and come on me.”

Seeing his thick cock fuck you, feeling his blunt tip hitting the deepest parts of you, and his sweet words all combined tougher and pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name, coming all over his cock. Your knees nearly gave out. Luckily, Morpheus held you up. He worked you through your orgasm leaving you floating in utter bliss. After a few more pumps, he buried himself to the hilt, moaning.

The aftermath and heavy panting filled the air. Ever so slowly, Morpheus removed himself. You suddenly felt so empty.

“Let me help you.” Morpheus whispered tenderly. “I’ll prepare a bath for you.”

“Please,” you mumbled, now exhausted.

He laughed then kissed your back. “Of course, my love.”

[awrkive]

angst, 30, jk please ♥️

30.  "Do you believe them over me?"

note: this is actually from my drafts mwahah just did some tiny tweaks 🤓

wc: 2.1k

Bliss.

It’s the one thing Jungkook feels when he lies on top of you as you turn around, letting his head rest in between your breasts. They heave still from your previous orgasm, and the thought makes his lips curl. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your spread arm and open palm so close to his own hand, and so for a second there, he lets himself get bold. 

Jungkook stretches his arm in the hopes of putting his own hand on top of yours, but you automatically move it away. 

“Jungkook, you're heavy.” You grunt, breaking the peaceful silence.

You would always say that whenever he’d lay on top of you – and while Jungkook knew it’s partly true, he also knew the intention behind didn’t hold any malice but only for the sake of jokes and giggles. You liked when he only pressed on more; tickled you to a wriggling mess, kissing you all over your face, but letting you win in the play-fight that would always occur after. 

But right now, the annoyance in your tone sounds palpable that it’s hard to miss because it isn’t playful like it used to be. 

Jungkook tries not to let it sting.

“I'm sorry,” he murmurs, carefully peeling his body off you, rolling on his back to lay on the mattress instead of you. 

He watches you sit up immediately when he got off, not meeting his eyes when you speak.

“Can I… use your bathroom? I'm just going to clean up.”

The lodge in his throat kept him from answering right away. But when you finally look at him for his answer, he stutters, “Y-yeah. Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Your legs are a little wobbly when you stand up from the bed, heading straight to his bathroom.

If this was from before, Jungkook would have shamelessly admired your naked body and tease you for your jelly legs. You’d roll your eyes at him in that playful manner, throw a little something at him which he’d effortlessly catch. He’d come up to you, grab your hand and kiss you, apologize even though he wasn't sorry, and follow you to the bathroom. 

But that was years before. 

It’s different now.

He should probably clean himself up, too, but he lets himself stare at the grey ceiling of his room, an arm thrown over his face, letting out heavy sighs ever now and then while he listens in to the stream of the shower. 

After a few minutes, you come out from the bathroom with a towel over your body. His towel. He knows it’s wrong to think this way, and yet, he can’t help but think, anyway, that you look good in it… Wearing his stuff at his own home. 

Jungkook opens his mouth only to close it after realizing he doesn't really know what to say. You're walking towards the bed, bending over the foot of it, picking up the clothes on the floor. 

The still quietness of the room suddenly makes Jungkook feel embarrassed in his still nude state, ironically feeling bare and stupid and vulnerable in his own skin. So he pulls a blanket to cover the lower parts of his body, sitting up. 

“I'll get going in a few minutes,” you break the silence in the process of pulling up your pants.

“W-what?” Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. He gazes at the wall clock hanging across the room and sees it's already past 2 am. He feels a sort of panic bubbling in his chest when you start buttoning up your shirt. “It's pretty late. I don't know if it's safe for you to go out at this hour.”

He knows the chances are slim, but he wants you to stay. 

You glance behind you for the time to see it's late. 

“Oh… right.”

“I can sleep on the couch,” Jungkook offers. Too eager. Too desperate to keep you here. “Or the other room. You can sleep here.” 

You don’t say anything back for a few seconds, but when Jungkook sees you eyeing your coat hanging on his chair, he starts feeling nervous. 

“I appreciate that, Jungkook, but I think I’ll just uber home.” You say with a timid smile, tone clipped. 

And it’s enough to make him deflate. 

“Okay…”

Jungkook doesn’t want to insist any further even though every bone in his body is telling him to do so. He’s never been a fan of you taking the uber because it could really be dangerous… especially at this hour. He would like to offer you a ride himself, but judging on your tone Jungkook thinks you've had enough of him for tonight.

“... and I don’t wanna end up seeing Kim Hwayoung in my morning hair when she comes home later.” You add suddenly, and it makes Jungkook confused when you follow it with a... laugh. 

And he realizes… oh… you’re trying to joke. 

A joke that doesn’t land well. 

And you know it didn’t, because you stopped laughing immediately when you noticed he isn’t having it.

“Why would you see Kim Hwayoung in my place?” Jungkook knows what you meant, but he just wanted it to come out of you directly. 

You double down, though. “I don’t know… maybe because you’re dating her and stuff. She’s really pretty, by the way. I watched her new movie the other week.” You shrug, and Jungkook feels his heart crumbles when you do. Because you look like you didn’t care and the hard truth is that you probably really don’t. 

“It’s just the media saying it,” he says, doesn’t know why he's even bothering to explain. It’s not like… it’s not like it would matter to you. It does matter to him – that you know he’s not tied to anybody – not for the past few years, and definitely not right now after you both just had sex. 

You look at him blankly. “It’s a lot of news articles and photos,” You decide to add, “I saw on the internet.” Then, to add salt to injury, you chuckle a little, “Yunjin’s a bit... too online so she sends me stuff even though—” 

“You believe them over me?” Jungkook cuts you off. 

And right after he says it, he knows he fucked up instantly.

That was rich coming from him. 

It stuns you for a moment. And he’s about to take it back when you suddenly speak.

“I don’t know. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. I don’t know you anymore.” You say, and Jungkook could’ve gotten past the mere message of your words, but you smiled at him so gently – the first one you’ve given him today, maybe, and it breaks his heart. 

It breaks his heart because he knows that was your way of telling him that you’re walking away. It breaks his heart because he so badly wanted you to show maybe a little bit of jealousy over the fact that he’s currently linked to some actress, but instead you joke about it and you told him you don’t even care. 

Seeing you today felt like Jungkook has given you his heart willingly and you entertained him for a while, pet it for a moment only to give it back to him crushed into bits and pieces.

Jungkook doesn’t know when exactly you finished gathering all your things, and how the silence after your last words stretched into a few minutes. All he knows is that now, you’re walking towards him with a small smile on your face and it’s stupid to cling onto it with so much hope, but Jungkook’s now used to being hurt. 

“Thank you for inviting me, Jungkook.” He feels his throat constricting when you plant a delicate kiss on the apple of his cheek. “I'm going now.”

He wants to stop you, but the words on the tip of his tongue find it hard to let themselves verbalize. He couldn't.

Jungkook couldn’t even say anything as he watches you leave his room and disappear from his sight. It makes his eyes sting at the realization that it might’ve been the last time he’d see of you. 

“Fuck.” He whispers to himself, agonizing over everything that just happened but he knows alcohol would help.

His therapist would be disappointed but he doesn’t care at all because it’s a sham, anyways. His manager had told him it’d be good for him but he’s never taken any of the sessions seriously and he doubts a shrink genuinely cared about fixing the privileged life of a famous popstar. Jungkook’s probably just a name on her notepad list, something to check off of her schedule for the day. 

So he stands up from his bed, vision a bit blurry from the unshed tears that frame his eyes, but he doesn't miss a beat at taking out a Dalmore and a glass from the cabinet beside his bed. 

Jungkook knows he has no right to wallow in this stupid self-pity because he knows all too well that he did this to himself. Everything bad that happened in his life was a product of his poor decision-making skills. 

One drunken night.

It was that one drunken night.

You've fought all throughout your relationship but that particular month five years ago was the biggest predicament you two have ever encountered. You were promoted at your work but you had to go abroad; meanwhile, Jungkook was offered to be signed at the biggest labels in the music industry, which required him to leave, too. What was supposed to be good news turned into endless arguments and at the time, it feel like they didn't stop. You were at each other's throats for every single little thing, and there were many moments you told each other things that you both know well you didn't mean but didn't apologize for either. 

And Jungkook got fed up, simply put. 

But to this day, he still doesn't know what exactly happened that night. He smoked some shit, got high, paired it with alcohol, and the next thing he knew, he was in a bedroom he was sure you two didn't own – with a naked woman beside him that was definitely not you. 

When he went home later that day, ready to beg for your forgiveness, you were already packing your things, sobs echoing in your apartment. He remembers trying to reach out for you, touch you, all the while apologizing profusely and repeatedly, but all you said to him was to stay the fuck away from you with venom he didn’t know you could spit. You told him you hate him; that he was the worst fucking person in the entire world. It’s still vivid in his head when you broke into a loud cry and asked him what you did to deserve that.

It still plays in his head everytime he tries to sleep at night. He couldn't get out the picture of you crying, so broken and so fragile when you tried to hit him as he took every jab, thinking that it would erase his mistake. 

He was an asshole. Still is. And he doesn't have the right to be sad over you leaving him again because he betrayed you first; your trust, your love, your faith in him, every single thing that you established throughout the years you've spent together. 

But right now, he lets himself get drunk on the whiskey he's taken out because at least it makes him numb. It makes him think about those blissfull moments with you five years ago, and with enough delusion, he could almost block out the bad ones.

And it does make him fall asleep. 

Jungkook doesn't know if he'll ever see you again. He didn't even ask where you're staying now that you're back in town. Didn't even ask for your number. Because you didn't give either of them and he didn't want to push. 

When the sun is up, he would wake up with a mess on his bed as per usual, hungover to death with no one but his manager to take care of him and tell him to get his shit together. And it’s not because he cares about Jungkook, it’s just because he gets a shit ton of money for pretending to care about him. But hey, Jungkook benefits from it, too. He’s got this huge empty house all for himself because Minho was a fucking greedy businessman and Jungkook likes working his body for the endless, pointless promotions because it makes him feel something.

But most importantly, when the rays hit the blinds and force him out of bed, he’s sure he'll still love you – even though you don't need him to anymore. Even though you don’t need him anymore, and even though you don't want him around anymore.

He’ll love you even though it's now impossible for you to ever feel the things you felt for him years ago. 

Jungkook will always love you, but he knows it won’t be enough to repair the damage he’s already done. 

[boredfantasizer]

Obsessed. (Matthew Sturniolo)

Obsessed. (Matthew Sturniolo)

WARNINGS:  Drug abuse, physical abuse, PTSD, smut, stalking, teen drinking. Toxic!Matt (if you squint) / tension building / cursing / SMUT / p in v / unprotected sex / Dom!Matt / pet names. Mentions of selling the female body for pleasure, abusive father, fight.

TROPES: Slow burn, Stranger to lover, Stalker to lover, Enemies to lovers.

MATT’S POV: It was the morning; I went to school and spot my friends in the hallway I walk up to them and say hi to them. After a few moments of talking, I noticed they all tensed up as you walked in the hallway to go to your class. I look at my friends and furrow my brows in confusion from their change in demeanor.

            “What the hell are you guys suddenly scared of? Y’all look like fucking idiots.” I say chuckling at how dumb they look now.

            “Her.” One of my friends say in a timid tone, I look in the direction they we’re looking at and spot you. You we’re walking by phone in your hands. You looked like a regular teenage girl so obviously I look at my friends like they’re stupid. “What about her?” I ask them.

            They all turn to me and look at me like I grew two heads.

            “What? Why are y’all looking at me like that?”

“Do you not know who she is?” One of my friends asked me.

“No?” I say in a confused tone.

My friends all turn to me and tilt their heads to the side, it looks like they’re judging me which in turn makes me more confused.

            “Dude… She’s fucking crazy, she’s been in and out of juvie and foster homes, group homes. She’s been kicked out of three schools already, she just got back from being suspended. You remember that big fight that happened a few days ago with and Angela ended up with a dislocated jaw?”

            “Yeah, I remember people talking about it, I didn’t see it though. Why?”              “That was her.” My friend says he points to you and my eyes widen in shock and amusement.

“Still, you guys look like a bunch of pussies for being scared of a girl. Watch, I’ll talk to her, and you’ll see there’s nothing to be scared of. Y’all are just pussies.” I start to walk towards you then my another one of my friends call out.

“Matt don’t! She’s dangerous don’t talk to her.” He yells, a hint of panic in his voice. I turn around still walking, now walking backwards, “I’ll be fine watch.” I turn back around and continue walking towards you. You were at a locker; I am assuming is yours.

Y/N’S POV:

I was at a locker, it wasn’t mine, in fact I didn’t know the person who owns the locker. I was eating an apple when I heard a voice next to me. “Hey” the voice said. I turn and see a boy, I’ve seen him around, but I’ve never talked to him; he’s attractive but I don’t pay attention to him much. I throw the apple in the locker and close it then turn to face the boy. “What do you want?” I say in an annoyed tone.             “Just wanted to say hi.” The boy says.             “Well you said it. Now goodbye.” I turned and walked away from him to my class.

*Time skip*

Lunchtime rolled around I grabbed my food and went to sit at an empty table. I pull out my phone and headphones from my backpack, I plug in my headphones and listen to music while I eat, suddenly I see the shadow of someone in front of me. I look up and see the boy from this morning at the locker. I pull one earcup from my ear and look at him.

“What?” I say in an annoyed tone.

“Thought you might want company.” The boy says.

            “Well, you thought wrong so scram.” I speak.

“Oh, come on don’t be like that… What are you listening to?” The boy asks.

“I’m not going to get rid of you, huh?”

“Nope. I’m in too deep, what are you listening too?” He says as he takes a fry from my tray and pops it into his mouth. I roll my eyes and scoff but answer anyways.  

“Paranoid by Chase Atlantic.” I say dryly, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible.             “Oh you an angel sweetheart?” He says in a teasing tone which I don’t enjoy.             “Don’t call me sweetheart it’s weird.” I say in a harsh firm tone.            

He chuckled softly at my annoyance, finding your feisty personality amusing. He tilted his head slightly, studying you intently. “What should I call you then, princess?"

"That's worse." My patience running thin the more this fucker talks.             He chuckled softly again, clearly enjoying my annoyance. "Alright, alright, I won't call you princess then. Though I have to say you are kind of acting like one right now." He smirked slightly, enjoying the way I get agitated whenever he called me pet names.

God, I want to punch him in the face, I roll my eyes "I'm going to go." I stand up, throw the rest of my food away and head for the cafeteria doors

He watches as I stand up and make my way to the cafeteria doors, his smile fading slightly. He didn't want to let you leave just yet. Without thinking, he stands up quickly and walks up behind you.

"Wait." he says, grabbing my wrist gently.

I yank my hand back the second his skin contacts mine

"What?!" I yell.

He winced slightly when I yanked my hand back, but he tried to hide it. He shoved his hands into his pockets and met my gaze, his expression serious.

"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn? You can't seriously think I'm going to just let you walk away like that."

“What do you want… Make it quick.” I speak.

            He took a step closer to me    , his eyes never leaving mine. He let out a small sigh before speaking, his tone more serious than before.

"I want you to stop being so defensive all the time. You don't have to act like you hate everyone and everything. Why are you so damn closed off?”

My intense exterior falters, my thoughts immediately go to my childhood, I compose myself and look at him intensely. I speak in a harsh tone.

"Don't worry about shit that doesn't concern you."

He notices the way my exterior falters but doesn't point it out. He takes a step closer, standing just inches away from me now.

"Everything that has to do with you concerns me." He said, his voice firm but gentle at the same time. "I just don't understand why you're so closed off all the time. Why can't you let anyone in?"

"You don't even know my name! Why do fucking care so much about a random girl?!" I snap at him, yelling at him clearly pissed off at the fact that he won't take a goddamn hint and leave me alone.

He took a step back, slightly taken aback by my sudden change in demeanor. He could hear the anger in your voice. He took a deep breath.

"I don't know your name because you won't tell me!" He retorted, his voice rising slightly. "And I care because I can tell there's more to you than you are letting on!"

"I don't know you! I don't know your name! And you don't know my name! I'm not interested leave me the fuck alone!"

"Why are you being so damn difficult?! Can't you just let me in for one goddamn minute?" He exclaimed, his voice raising in volume as his frustration grew

“No." I yell at him and walk out of the cafeteria doors. MATT’S POV:

And that was it… She walked off. I didn't know why I was so hell-bent on getting to know you better. Maybe it was the way you acted so closed off and defensive. Maybe it was the fact that you were so damn attractive. Maybe it was both. I didn't know.

I spent the rest of the day constantly thinking about you. Even throughout my classes, I didn't seem to concentrate on anything else. I tried to push the thoughts of you out of my mind, but I just couldn't. Your feisty demeanor stuck in my head like glue. As soon as the final bell rang, I grabbed my things and quickly made my way outside trying to get home as soon as possible but when I saw you… Something clicked in me, I decided to follow you home.

 I kept a distance, trying not to make it too obvious that I was following you. I know it was kind of creepy, but I can't help it. I needed to get to the bottom of why you were so damn closed off all the time. I needed to break down those walls you had built up so high. As you walked, I kept my eyes on you, watching your every move, my mind racing with thoughts and questions like ‘Why do you look to damn hot?’ ‘Why we’re you so closed off?’ ‘Why did you go to juvie so many times?’ Then I started getting dirtier thoughts, I started thinking about the way your body looked in the clothes you wore today. Thinking about what’s under those clothes. And how your nails would feel digging into my shoulders as I make you feel good, how you would look under me and on top of me.

We get to your house, and I hide in a nearby bush hoping you don’t see me. I look up at your house. It’s a two-story house, it looks old, but still livable. I take my phone out of my back pocket and open Google Maps, trying to see the location. Once I find it, I favorite it. I have intentions of coming back here. I notice as you open the door and swing it closed behind you. Once I see that you are inside, I step out of the bush and walk around. Trying to look for an entrance, I saw a cracked window. I go up to it and push it up further and come inside, I see you in the kitchen. You have your headphones on listening to music and dancing around a bit as you get a snack. I chuckle softly at the sight and hide behind the couch. After you finish your snack you start heading upstairs.

As you walk up the stairs you take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. My breath hitches and I continue following you. You take off your headphones and I instantly hide, you head inside the bathroom, and I hear the shower, I sigh in relief look down and notice the tightness in my pants. I shake my head and look in the direction of the bathroom I go up to the door and open it slightly peeking my head in and see the sight of you in the shower through the glass door, I stop looking and lean against the wall next to the door.

“Fuck…” I mutter under my breath from the sight of you. I need to make you mine and I need to do it as soon as possible. I peek my head back through the door, I take out my phone and take a picture of you in the shower, I know it’s fucked up but it’s like my hands have a mind of their own. As I hear the sound of the water stopping I start making my way downstairs.

I get home and see my brothers Nick and Chris on the couch watching something. They both turn to look at me as I walk in the door. Both of them have their brows furrowed in concern, and confusion.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Nick says, his tone a little irritated.

“Out.” I respond dryly, not wanting to give them the real reason out of embarrassment. Even though they can clearly see that I am lying.

“Quit bein’ vague what were you doing?” Chris says.

I sigh and run one of my hands through my messy hair. I decide to tell them.

“I was following a girl…” I say reluctantly.

Both Nick and Chris’ eyes widen at my response, Chris looking amused and Nick looking worried.

“Who was it?” Chris asks.

“That one girl who has been in and out of juvie…” I respond looking down at the floor. Not wanting to meet their gazes.

Both Nick and Chris tense up at the mention of you.

“W- why her?” Nick asks.

“Yeah, she’s not exactly an easy target Matt, she will chew you up eat you and spit you out. You do realize that right?” Chris says, his tone concerned

“I don’t care. No one's made it out alive, but I'll be the first, mark my words she will be mine.” I say

Both Nick and Chris furrow their brows and turn back to the TV trying to avoid looking at me. *Time Skip* Y/N’S POV:

‘Sick fucker’ I think to myself when I see a boy look at me during class, biting his lip and smirking like an idiot, I want to beat his ass and leave him dead on the floor for even thinking about looking at me the way he is. I turn to the demented asshole and speak.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that and I’ll cut your fucking dick off and shove it down your throat.”

The teacher clearly heard that and cleared his throat.

“Don’t talk like that on school campus. Or at all it’s not lady-like.” The teacher says.

I furrow my brows at the teachers comment and gesture to the guy who was eye-fucking me the whole class period.

“That demented idiot has been eye-fucking me the whole period and you’re worried about me being ‘un-lady-like’?”

“Language Y/N.” The teacher says,

I scoff and lean back into my seat, crossing my arms over my chest, after a few moments the class ends. I grab my stuff and head to my next class of the dreadful day. Before going to class I head to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, I sigh and dig into my bookbag for a bottle of concerta. I pop it in my mouth and take a sip of my water bottle to swallow the pill then head to class. When I entered the class I sit at a random desk and lay my head on it then I heard a voice.

“Tired, huh?” I listen and look up, it’s the boy from yesterday.

“You know most boys give up when a girl show’s no interest.” I say in a tiredly annoyed tone.

“Well, I’m not most people.” He says smirking

I sit up and look at him from the corner of my eye before turning to face him completely.

“What’s your name lover-boy?” I say teasingly but I am still annoyed at him.

He chuckles softly at the nickname and shakes his head,

“Matt, how ‘bout your name princess?” He uses the nickname to get a reaction out of me and he does.

“I told you to not call me princess… Also, my name is Y/N.”

He hums and nods, as the teacher starts talking.

After a good thirty minutes of the teachers yammering on and on, I get a note on my desk. I furrow my brows, take it and open it. It reads, ‘I’m sitting with you at lunch again today, try and stop me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere.’ I look in the direction of Matt. I crumbled the paper and threw it at him. Paper ball hitting his temple.

“Bingo,” I whisper as the ball hits him but loud enough for him to hear me.

“Aw, look at you, warming up to me already.” Matt whispers in an obnoxious child-like voice.

“Shut up I still think you’re trying too hard for a girl you barely know.” I say in an annoyed tone.

“I don’t need to know you to know that I’m obsessed with you” he says, I furrow my brows at his words. He doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my past, why I’ve been in and out of juvie and foster homes, anything about my family, nothing about me… How can he be obsessed with me?

“You’re nothing like any girl I’ve ever met… You carry yourself differently, yes, I know about the fights and the juvie hell even the foster homes. You keep saying “You don’t know me” I know that. I want you to teach me. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what you think, what you feel. Everything.” He continues, I feel a sense of safety with him suddenly then I look up at him and make eye contact with him. He has beautiful icy blue eyes; I didn’t notice them before them but now I do.

“You’re going to regret sayin’ that Matt…” I speak

He leans closer to me and whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m not going to regret anything if it includes you.” He whispers in my ear and leans back in his seat and works on his assignment.

“Ugh, fine. Lunch you said?” I speak

His eyes light up when I speak after hearing my words his leg starts bouncing out of excitement, I chuckle softly at the sight of him being excited to talk to me more.

“Yeah- Lunch…” He says, trying to keep his voice from being shaky and failing miserably. MATT’S POV:

“Fuck she’s gorgeous.” I say to my friends as you walk by, it takes everything in me to not go up to you and drag you to my car. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you bite your lip subconsciously, everything about the way you carry yourself draws me in more and more.

“She’s insane is what she is.” My friend says, his words snapping me out of my thoughts. I glare at him.

“I heard she used to beat the shit out of her ex when he talked about fucking her.” He says.

“I mean can you blame him? I want to dive in that pussy now. What I would give to feel her wrap around my cock…” I say without even realizing it.

My friends furrow their brows and look at me weirdly, one of them chuckles and speaks up after a few moments of silence.

“Since when have you been freaky?”

“Since I laid eyes on her.”

Y/N’S POV:

            Lunchtime rolled around and I groaned as I remembered that Matt would sit next to me. I don’t know why he’s so invested in me, but I find it amusing and annoying at the same time. He seems like a good guy, but I’ve been hurt by many men that were supposed to love me and left me. God, forbid I let someone ruin me again. First it was my dad, then my ex-boyfriend. Then my supposed ‘best friend’ either way I’ve been hurt too many times to let anyone in.

Sadly, Matt just had to deal with the fact that I don’t trust anyone unless they prove to be trustworthy. But will I ever tell him that? Hell no, if I do tell him that he’ll do everything in his power to seem worthy to get me to trust him. I want to get to know the real Matt. I remember my mom would always tell me… ‘The three-month rule’ basically saying that men show their true colors after three months. But I don’t want to wait that long but I have to do what I have to do, I guess.

I sat at my usual table and sure enough. Matt came

“Hey…” Matt says dragging the ‘y’.

“Hi” I say back, not adding any extra energy that needs to be added. I pull out my earbuds and put one in my ear.

“You know it’s rude to listen to music while you’re having a conversation with someone.” Matt says. I roll my eyes, not wanting to deal with his shit or anyone’s shit for that matter.

“Oh, bite me.” I retaliate.

“Don’t tempt me, baby...” Matt says, his voice sultry

I must admit… I did not like the effect that nickname, and his voice had on me. I avoid eye contact for a second to blush and look back at him, as seriously as ever. I plug in my headphones and play music. Looking down at my food before eating it. I glance up and see Matt furrowing his brows at me.

“What’re you listening to?” Matt asks.

“Uh. Nothin’.”

“C’mon tell me.” Matt says, trying to reach for my phone.

I move to take my phone just as he reaches for it. But he grabs it and looks at the song, I rest my forehead in my hands and let out a small ‘fuck’.

He smirks, liking what he saw playing on the phone. “Talk Dirty by Daniel Di Angelo…” He says slowly as he slowly puts the phone down. “Didn’t know you liked that type of music, babe… Good to know.”

I snatch my phone back “What? Surprised that I know good music?”

“No, surprised that you would listen to something so… Sexual…”

“You’re acting like as if I grew two heads, it’s a fucking song Matt.”

“I know that. But damn, such a sexual song… Why?” He says in a teasing tone.

“Shut. Up.” I speak “So what if I like songs that have very sexual meaning? They’re good songs.” I say sounding kind of timid.

“Hey, I’m not denying that they’re good songs I’m just saying… They suit you. Don’t hurt me.” He says teasingly.

“Oh, shut up I’m not going to hurt you.” I say chuckling softly.

“Is that your fucked up way of saying you care about me?” Matt says in a teasing tone once again, I look up and throw a fry at him and chuckle. He chuckles as well before getting the French fry and popping it in his mouth. He swallows and a moment of complete silence takes over. He looks at me, scanning over my face.

“You’re gorgeous…” He murmurs. I blush slightly at his words

“Thanks…” I murmur back.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

I look at him and furrow my brows.

“What…?” Is the only word that comes out of my mouth. I am shocked and taken aback by this. He leans forward and takes his hand in mine.

“Can I kiss you?” He repeats.

I open my mouth to respond but no words come out. He suddenly stands up, still holding my hand, he drags me out of the cafeteria and into the nearest storage closet. He pushes me against the wall, his body flush against mine. He cups my jaw and makes me look up at him then kisses me softly. My eyes widen, normally I would push him off and probably slap him across the face but this… This feels sort of… Right? I kiss him back. He hums as soon as he feels my lips moving against his, he whispers against my lips.

“I knew you couldn’t resist…” He whispers before kissing me again. Our lips moving in perfect sync before he traces his tongue against my bottom lip, silently asking for more access to my mouth. I part my lips enough to let his tongue in. He slides his tongue in my mouth and suddenly grabs my hips, lifting me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, he sets me down on a nearby counter. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine trying to catch his breath.

“The things I want to do to you…” He whispers.

MATT’S POV:

It’s been a week since we kissed in the janitor’s closet… I don’t regret it I never will but, she hasn’t talked to me since the kiss happened. I don’t know what’s going on. She seemed so into the kiss and now she’s pushing me away. Not that I was close to her in the first place. I want to go to her place and just watch her. Figure out why she’s shutting me out, but I don’t. She probably needs her space.

It’s morning and I notice that you are wearing a very oversized hoodie with the hood on to cover your face, I don’t think much of it. I walk up to you and pat your shoulder softly causing you to flinch. I furrow my brows at your flinch and grab your arm and turn you around.

“Why’d you flinch like that? It’s just me.” I ask

“No reason.” You respond

I pull the hood from your head and make you look up at me, my eyes widen then I see your face covered in cuts and bruises. My expression goes from soft to furious in a millisecond.

“Who did this to you?!” I say cupping your cheek.

“No one. Don’t worry about it.” You say coldly and remove my hand from your cheek as you start to walk. Before you get too far, I grab your arm and pull you back against my chest.

“Y/n… What happened?” I say firmly into your ear.

You sigh as you start talking “Can we go somewhere private?” You ask softly, I nod and lead you to my car. Once we’re there I open the passenger seat for you to get in, once you get in I go to the drivers seat of the car. Once settled I look at you with worry, remorse and adoration in my eyes.

“These were from my dad…” You say softly, not looking at me and fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“Your dad…?” I whisper softly

“Let me finish…” You said.

“My dad… Isn’t exactly the loving type, he’s abusive and beats the hell out of my siblings and I… He’s a shitty dad, he handed us off to family services for years so that he can run drugs with the Bianchi family-” I interrupt you

“Sorry… Bianchi family?”

“The Bianchi’s… They’re one of the biggest mafia families. My dad handed my siblings and I off to family services so that he can work for them. When he got us back, he made us all get high and shitfaced, but I refused, he beat the shit out of me and made me do it. From that day forward he has been intense, abusive and just plain insane. Yesterday he beat the shit out of me because he wanted to sell my body for extra cash, and I refused… Now I look horrible, I covered what I could with makeup but… I still look rough.” You explain and my expression darkens. I want to kill your dad, no one should treat an angel like you like that.

“You’re beautiful… Even covered in bruises you look beautiful. And as for your dad… He’s a total prick. I’m not going to let you get hurt by him or anyone anymore, you’re mine to hold, to love, to protect, to kiss and especially to fuck.”

You chuckle bitterly

“You’re still on that? Your dead set on fucking me, huh?” You said.

“Yeah. Of course, I am.” I respond.

You lean back into the seat and I lean in and kiss your shoulder to you neck then ear. “Let me show you how beautiful you are…” I whisper seductively in your ear before biting your earlobe. You tilt you head to the side, giving me more access to your neck, I continue kissing your neck as you speak. Your voice dropping to a whisper.

“Fuck, Matt.” You whisper as your eyes flutter close.

I move my hand to your thigh, gripping it. I then move your head to look at me. My eyes scan your face.

“You’re so beautiful…” I say before kissing you harshly

Y/N’S POV:

I kiss him back, shifting my body to fully face him, his hands go to my hips but in a failed attempt to pull me closer he breaks the kiss and reclines his seat. My eyes widen and he grabs my hips and pulls me across the gearshift to sit on his lap, he leans up and kisses me again. I kiss him back; his hand goes to the back of my head to pull me down with him as he lays flat against the reclined seat. He bucks his hips up to allow me to feel his bulge against my core. My hips grow a mind of their own and I grind down on him. He lets out a guttural moan from the back of his throat the sound being muffled by my lips against his.

After a few moments I keep grinding on him as we make out. Suddenly his hands go to my hips stopping my movements and he breaks the kiss. I sit up and look down at him with a confused expression on my face.

“What? Why’d you stop.” I ask, honestly kind of frustrated that he stopped.

“I can’t do this…” He says.

“Seriously?” I say as I start to move from his lap. His grip tightens around my hips keeping me in the same position on his lap.

“You didn’t let me finish… I can’t do this, in the front seat, it’s too uncomfortable. Let’s move to the back.”

Without letting me respond he shifts and pulls his seat back up, he goes to the backseat and pulls me with him, he pulls me onto the seat, laying me across all three backseats of the car. He grabs my wrists and pins them on the sides of my head. He kisses me roughly then moves to kiss my neck, his hands slipping under my hoodie and starts to pull it up. Once it’s high enough he pulls it over my head and discards it somewhere on the floor. He slips out of his own shirt and takes a moment to look at upper body with only a bra on. He moves his hands to the straps of my bra and pulls them down my shoulders. I lifted my back enough for him to unhook my bra. Once unhooked he throws it on the floor where my hoodie was. His head moves to kiss my neck again.

His head moves lower to my chest, and he kisses both of my tits, then he starts sucking the left one and fondling the right one with his hand, the action causes a moan to escape from me. I feel him smirk against my nipple, he sucks for a few moments before moving to the right one to give it the same amount of love. He kisses my sternum then looks at me.

“You’re gorgeous.” He says before kissing me. His hands go to unbuckle his belt, and he pulls his pants down enough to reveal his lengthy erection that was dripping in pre-cum. My eyes widen at the view.

“Like what you see?” He says in a teasing tone.

“Shut the fuck up.” I say as I move to take off my own pants. He chuckles and practically yanks the pants and underwear off.

He aligns himself to my entrance before moving in, not giving me time to get used to his length before he starts moving. I moan loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Matt! Too much, too much!” I moan out in pain and pleasure.

“Shh, you can do it. Just take it all.” He whispers encouraging me to take all of his very very big dick…

“Put on music.” He orders as his dick pumps in and out of my pussy.

“Now?” I ask in a ‘seriously?’ tone

“Yes now, I want to fuck you to the beat of the music.”

I reach over and grab his phone. He tells me the password and I put on a song that I think would fit the situation ‘The Walls’ by Chase Atlantic, while I was putting the song on Matt hits my G-spot and I moan loudly. Then the music starts playing, Matt smirks.

“Good choice baby I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

He says before he starts moving along to the beat of the song. Hard and fast, with each movement I moan.

“Matt, I can’t take it anymore.” I whimper.

His eyes darkened. The answering growl is feral and vicious. And all it does is heighten the pleasure radiating from where our bodies connect. His arm circles around my waist, and in one swift motion, he lifts me up and twists us, so he is sitting on the seat again while I straddle his lap. When he grabs my waist and yanks me down on his cock, my eyes pop open wide. This new angle has him far deeper than before—a lot deeper than I thought my body was capable of taking. “Matt!” I gasp, my nails now digging into his shoulders. “Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip every inch of my cock.” “Fuck, I can’t,” I groan, my body still working to adjust to the sheer size of this man. “You have five seconds before I rearrange your organs,” he threatens. It does the job, kicking my ass into high gear and immediately rising up and sliding back down slowly. After a few different readjustments, I finally find an angle that allows me to completely seat myself on Matt without feeling him come up my throat.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons into my ear. “Your sweet little pussy is gripping my cock so fucking tight.”

After a few moments I come, when he notices he smirks and kisses me gently

“Good girl.’’ He praises and after a few moments he gets close enough and pulls me off of his lap to allow him to come without spilling his seed inside of me. I sit on the seat trying to catch my breath. Listening to the music that was playing while we did that. The song that was playing was ‘Jennifer’s Body’ by Plvtinum ft. Chris Grey and Dutch Melrose. Matt looks over and smiles.

“This song accurately describes how I feel about you.”

I roll my eyes and move to put my clothes back on.

“Don’t expect me to do that again… I was vulnerable.”

“Yeah, vulnerable looks good on you, maybe you should you know… Not box your emotions all the time, talk to people, talk to me. I’ll always be here for you… Always.”

MATT’S POV:

Somehow, I convinced you to sleep with me. In my house, in my room with me. Nick and Chris were concerned, they didn't necesarily want you in our house but did I give a fuck? No. I wasn’t going to let you sleep in that house with your dad.

I was awake. You had fallen asleep with a book in your lap a few hours ago, who knew you liked reading? I took the book and marked the page you was on, placed it on the nightstand next to my bed and laid next to you spooning you as I try to fall asleep myself. I can’t… I turn over and pick up my phone looking at the time, 1:14 in the morning. I look over at you and sigh, looking at your bruises and cuts that were scabbing over left from where you dad hit you. I feel a surge of anger when I see it. I stand up, put on my shoes and go downstairs, I find Chris laying on the couch with his phone in his hand scrolling through it.

He looks up as he hears me enter the room he notices my shoes his brow furrows, “going somewhere?” he asks, his voice groggily from lack of sleep. “Just a little walk. I need to clear my mind.” I respond. He nods and goes back to his phone. After a second he asked me, “and... Y/n?” “She’s fine just sleepin’ in my room.” I walk past him and head out the front door. I walk around the neighborhood before leaving the neighborhood.

I walked to Y/n’s house. The thought of beating up your dad hasn’t left my mind, so I decided to make it a reality. I didn’t necessarily want to, I mean I was terrified of the man but I couldn’t hold myself back it was like my feet had a mind of their own. I get to your house and go through the same window I went through the first time I came over. I immediately saw your dad knocked out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles. Another surge of anger flows through me. That was the man who hurt the angel that is Y/n. I shake my head and walk over to him; I tap his shoulder to wake him up. The man groans then wakes up, looking at how I am towering over him. He furrows his brows looking up at me. My eyes immediately darken I would normally never do this, but for you...? I'll do damn near anything.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.

“Y/n’s friend.”

The man immediately sits up.

“Tell me where she is… We have some ‘business’ to attend to as soon as possible.”

“No.” I snap, knowing ‘business’ he was talking about.

The man stands up and grabs me by my shirt collar pulling me closer roughly.

“Who do you think you are? Tell me where my daughter is now.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I step on his foot, and he pushes me against the wall. I grunt and quickly go to punch the man in the face. He punches me back; I grab one of the beer bottles and smash it over his head. He throws me, I land on the coffee table, the glass breaking below me. He grabs my shirt collar again and punches me. I feel that my lip is starting to bleed. I grab his shirt collar and punch him back he lifts me up and slams me back down, I grunt, he punches me again.

And it darkens.

[justpeaxchy]

hi !so I love your hiccup x reader work, and I love the way you write . I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is a bit unsure /insecure when Hiccup confesses his feelings towards her . When you are not so busy, of course!

thank you ❤️

'I'll Be Yours In A Landslide.'

A/n: Hii! Thank you SOO much 🥹🫶🏼! I loved doing this one because, y'know ✨feelings✨ are so interesting to write. Also, I am also SO sorry this took a long time for me to publish! Been a little busy lately and experienced a bit of a writer's slump, but I'm coming back around!

Warnings: angst time!! Brief argument and descriptions of a (sort of?) panic attack [struggle to breathe, overwhelming emotions and such] (Also, denial, if that's one..)

Hiccup x !Fem! Reader

How could someone like him possibly return your feelings? No, it was impossible...right?

It took a while to accept it, to accept the faint flutter of your heart whenever his name was mentioned. Soon enough, that abstruse feeling wasn't so recondite anymore; you understood what it was.

You almost immediately scolded yourself for such a thing, for allowing yourself to fall in such a predicament. How could you? You were only a friend, one that didn't deserve the title of anything more than that.

And you were okay with it.

You told yourself to be okay with the fact that he would end up with someone else by his side, to watch as he fell in love with another, while still remaining as a close friend. That's how it was supposed to be. That's what you'd been planning inside of your wretched, fragile heart. For the longest time, it was a defensive wall you had built up against those feelings that were already locked inside that very same barrier, unbeknownst to you.

You tried, you really did.

You tried to fight against the continuous way in which your heart pined after him, even when he would simply talk on the recent ideas he had in mind. It was always in the simplest of things that seemed to catch your attention; he could be working on his map and you'd be enthralled to be there alongside him and merely observe him as he did so.

You were realizing it was starting to become a lot harder to contain these feelings to yourself.

It began to show when he eventually asked you if you were alright, having noticed your gloomy mood for the past couple of days, and you didn't know how to respond.

So, instead, you fled off to someplace else, avoiding the confrontation. Truthfully, it shouldn't have been labeled as such in your mind, but what were you to do when suddenly asked about your emotional well-being on a subject he could know nothing about? Run, obviously.

As always, though, he caught up to you. This time, however, it was much to your dismay.

"Hiccup, can't you just leave me alone for a couple of minutes? I already told you, I'm fine."

The Chief's son dismounted Toothless, watching you with tentative green eyes as he held out one of his hands, as if you were a dragon of some sorts. "No, I can't believe that when you've been acting like this for the past week. Will you please tell me--"

"No, I can't! You don't have to know everything I'm going through, Hiccup! End of story." You stomped off, desperately trying to make the sound of his footsteps mingled in alongside his prosthetic to fade away as he hurriedly walked after you.

Abruptly stopping in your tracks, you turned to face him, throwing out your arms in exasperation. "Will you quit following me!?"

"No, I don't think so." He firmly stated, standing in front of you as he tightly clenched his jaw. "You can't expect me to act as though everything's all fine and dandy when we both know you aren't." Softening his tone, he reached out for your hand, "Please, what's wrong..?"

You shook your head and stepped back, forcing yourself not to break in his presence. "I can't tell you. It'd be a waste of time."

Hiccup winced slightly at your claim, understanding you probably didn't want him to get closer. "You..can't tell me? Why is that?" He observed you from the short amount of distance put between you both, a remorseful tug snatching the reigns of his heart as you took another step away.

"See, you're doing it again.." Your voice came out as a grumble, dry with resentment like he did something wrong. It simultaneously stung the both of you, not that you would say it, of course.

"What? What am I doing..?" He muttered, his brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of everything that occurred so far.

You raised both of your hands towards him, gesturing at him in a manner that would've made him appear to be the one at fault. "You don't even know what you're doing..! Thor, Hiccup, you just—"

Your quiet groan interrupted your jumbled flow of words, rubbing your forehead in distress. This was not what you wanted. "Just go. You don't need to concern yourself with everything in my life. You're not my dad."

That comment, however, looked as though it sparked something in him that showed he didn't enjoy hearing the comparison you placed up on him. Hiccup nodded rigidly, glancing off elsewhere as he kept his tone low. "Right. I get that. But, apparently, a friend can't worry about you?"

Your stern gaze met his, hands balling into fists at your sides. "If it becomes too much, yeah." You waited, his reaction not what you were originally expecting. He partly sighed, keeping his demeanour together for both of your sakes.

"This isn't going to get any better if you keep these things to yourself. Let me help you." He subtly stepped forward, carefully observing your face for any signs on what else you may be feeling. He'd been with you enough to assign what emotion might be bothering you, something he took pride in since he was the only one who could do so.

Your eyes frantically scanned your surroundings, searching for an excuse in distraught. You needed to get away from him. Fast. "Hiccup, it's late. Just go home, you won't have to worry about me anymore." At least that in itself was true; the sun had already began to set, tinting the sky in mixing colors of orange and pink, obliquely telling you the day was near its end.

For once, when it came to the two of you, that didn't seem to matter to him.

"I can see that, but I'm not going to leave because of it." He became closer, cautiously examining as you appeared to give up for an instant.

"Why can't you leave..?" Your voice was fragile, earnestly trying to keep itself together as it shook underneath the weight of your emotions, crying out for relief from the overwhelming pressure of containing what you sincerely felt. It was torture. And he wasn't making it any better.

Hiccup gazed at you in complete solicitude, emerald eyes softened over in a gentleness that couldn't be found anywhere else – according to your standards. "You know why.." At last, he was in front of you again, carefully reaching for your hand as you weakly shook your head.

"No, I don't." You lifted your focus back onto his face, on the edge of tears as you faltered: "Why won't you leave? I need to understand now, Hiccup."

He appeared to hesitate, his expression vaguely showing the internal debate he had within himself about something – as if deciding to carry out an action he wasn't entirely brave enough to do. "..I've been unsure of whether or not I should've told you this sooner, but..." Pausing, he made it a point to keep the tenuous eye contact between you both, his words coated in a mellowness that quickly brought your guard down. "I can't let you do this to yourself again. I won't..sit back and watch it all happen... Not this time."

The future Chief delicately grasped your hand in his, enfolding them together in what could've only be described as an affectionate touch. "I can't stand by and see you suffer without anyone to be there for you." He exhaled, breath slightly trembling as he did so. "I can't let you go on like this when...when I love you too much to leave you alone in this condition."

Your whole body froze, everything around you becoming disoriented as breathing was now suddenly a struggle. "Wait...what?" You managed to mutter, your words barely escaping your lips as you felt as if the trees were closing in on you. Was your vision becoming hazy? Was it blurry from the inundation of tears that strained to pour out? Your heart pounded, feet making a quivering step back as you stared at him, shocked.

He couldn't be serious. He couldn't be.

No, it had to have been a joke to enlighten your mood, perhaps help you feel comforted, but that certainly wasn't happening to you. Hiccup was caring towards the ones around him, you already seized onto that knowledge when you both started to develop your friendship, but he shouldn't have chosen to be this kind in the moment when you were nearly about to break over the very thing he said.

"Now isn't the time, Hiccup... I get that you're trying to be nice and all, but—"

"It's so much more than me trying to be nice." His brows furrowed, worry evident on his face as he kept himself by your side, hand still holding your shuddering one. "I meant what I said."

Your breath came as a short, rigid wheeze, hopelessly attempting to deny his confession. "No, no, no. You can't be serious. Please, don't do this to me..!" Looking at the ground, you didn't register him standing exiguous inches from you, his other hand slowly reaching up. "If you want to help me, then stop joking! I-I can't—"

And then, Hiccup met your cheek with the palm of his hand, caressing your skin as though you were glass on the brink of shattering. He quietly spoke your name to bring you back to the present before continuing, "Hey, hey, hey...just breathe for me, okay? I'm not joking in any way...and I'm not leaving you, I'm here with you..and that's where I plan to stay."

He steadily inhaled, beckoning for you to copy his actions until it was followed by an exhale. You mirrored what he did, to the best of your abilities, the ringing in your ears not yet coming to a full halt. Thankfully, your lungs grabbed a hold of the air you needed, attention locked onto the tranquil hues of his eyes – the thing that constantly brought you solace.

After a few minutes of gathering yourself together, you came to terms with how short of a distance there was in-between you both, causing a dim pigmentation of scarlet to fill your complexion. "Hiccup, I—" You sighed, glancing away. "You can't be serious... You're so much better than I am, a-and you, you are such a great person, while I'm just...me."

Silence lingered in the air, leaving you to assume he probably agreed and had his senses revived to regret ever saying anything to you. That is, until he moved his hand underneath your chin, lifting it in a feather-like motion, allowing him to completely view your face. "That's exactly why. I love you because you're...you. The real you. And I wouldn't change one thing about you if it were up to me.."

Your eyes finally found relief as they poured out the gust of tears you'd been suppressing, sniffling as you tried to keep your posture. When Hiccup pulled you in for a warm embrace, you didn't resist him. You didn't resist his soothing words while he comfortingly rubbed your back. You didn't resist the need to cry,

And you didn't resist the love you buried deep inside of your heart for him.

"I love you too."

And then, the ringing in your ears diminished.

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[wizard-on-whales]

Devils Dance

(NSFW)

You're a violinist for the San Francisco Symphony, excited to work with your favorite band, but when you can't get a part right during rehearsals you hid away only to be found by the singer himself

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, praising and degrading, semi-public, pet names

Word count: 2.6k

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Nothing had been going right today. First your alarm didn't go off on time which meant you were almost late for rehearsals, then when you finally got there you bumped into someone and they spilled their coffee all over you, and now you couldn't find your sheet music. You were digging through your violin case and folders, looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found. You let out a silent groan, frustrating already starting to spill out of you even though it was only 10 AM. You leaned over to the second chair violinist and asked if she had an extra copy of the music and finally luck was on your side because she did. She handed it over and you set it on your stand, getting to work practicing the familiar tunes.

Although you were a huge Metallica fan and had spent the last several days practicing and studying the sheet music there was one part that you could not get right. And sitting here practicing it in front of the whole orchestra and your favorite band was not helping your already terrible day. Several times now the conductor has had to stop and restart the entire song because of your mistakes, and as it happened again you couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes. You wasted no time before running out of the room, the hot streams of frustration and embarrassment trailing down your cheeks. You found a corner to hide in, setting your violin down in front of you. You wanted to throw it, smash it to pieces, but you held back.

You brought your knees up to your chest, dropping your head into them as you cried. You were sure your spot as first chair violin would be ruined after this. Another sob left your body as you curled further into yourself, wanting nothing more than to go home. You didn't hear the footsteps approaching you as you wiped your runny makeup off of your face. The hand that was gently placed on your shoulder made you jump and turn. Standing there was none other than James Hetfield himself, the man you have had a massive crush on for years. Your cheeks heat up, your heart racing in your chest as you quickly try to compose yourself.

“You alright?” He asked kindly, picking your violin up off the floor and moving it so that he could sit next to you. He sits the stringed instrument on his lap, plucking the strings slightly as he awaits your answer.

“Yeah, just…just a bad day,” You stutter, trying to smooth out your now wrinkled skirt. You tried to think of something else to say but god he smelled good and it was the only thing you could think about. Just the size of him and the feeling of his shoulder pressed against yours made your brain go blank. He was not a small man that was for sure, his broad shoulders and chest strained against the tight button up he wore and you were convinced if he made one wrong move a button would fly off.

“I noticed that. You sound great though, that part you can't get down seems real tough so I don't blame you,” His words seem genuine as he looks over at you. His fingers continue to fiddle with your violin and just as he grabs a tuning peg, his instincts telling him to turn it, you panic. You grab his hand to make him stop and he quickly pulls it away, noticing your worry.

“Sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking. They probably aren't like guitars are they,” He chuckles awkwardly, placing his hands off to his sides instead of the instrument.

“It's okay, same concept just a little harder,” You reassure him, your panic temporarily making you forget that you were upset.

“Play something,” He says, picking it up and handing it over to you. You stare at him in disbelief for a second before slowly taking the violin from him. You sit up a little straighter, positioning the instrument on your shoulder before taking the bow and placing it against the strings. You glance at him for a second and he gives you a nod. You take a breath before playing a song, deciding to play a version of Fade to Black that you composed yourself. It was a song you had prayed would be part of the album but unfortunately it wasn't. He watched intently as you played, a smile splayed across his features, and something else in his eyes that you couldn't quite pinpoint. You tried to avoid his gaze as you played but it was hard, his eyes were intense, drawing you in with interest and beauty. As you finished playing the intro to the song you removed your violin from your shoulder and awkwardly set it back down on the floor next to you.

“That was great! We should have added it to the setlist. Are you a fan then?” His praises cause you to blush, not expecting him to be so sincere. And the smile on his face as he spoke made you want to trip and fall right into his arms.

“Yeah..I've been a huge fan for years. I had posters of you all over my walls when I was a teenager and in college,” You admit shyly to him, trying to laugh it off so he didn't think you were weird. He chuckles slightly, his gaze still burning a hole through you. You catch his eyes flick down towards your chest for just a second before looking back towards your face. His tongue swipes over his lips and you finally realize what that look behind his eyes is. You feel as if he could devour you with just one look, ripping your clothes off with his stare.

“Oh yeah? What type of posters? Just me or the whole band?” His voice seemed to have gotten deeper somehow. You wiped your sweaty palms against your skirt, looking away from him for a second, but his gaze didn't falter.

“Well..it was mostly just you. I had one above my bed that I loved,” You swore he could hear your heart beating against your chest with how fast it was pounding.

“Really? You ever touch yourself to it?” He asked the question so casually that it almost didn't register in your brain. Your voice gets caught in your throat as your face burns red. He smiles wider, your reaction telling him everything he needs to know.

“Did you look up at it with your legs spread wishing I was really there?” He comes closer, resting his hands on the floor on either side of your legs. You lean back a little as you feel his breath on your face, anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“C'mon baby girl, use your words. Did you?” He leans further forward, causing you to lean away again. You were resting on your elbows, looking up at him at this point. You bit your lip slightly, unable to speak so you just nod your head thinking of all the times your fingers worked themselves against your sensitive parts, the image of him in your head. You had always imagined what it would be like, what he'd smell like, what he looked like under his clothes but you never imagined it would actually happen. Now you were laying underneath him, his lips grazing your neck, his cologne invading your nostrils.

“Yeah? Fuck yourself with your fingers trying to imagine they were my dick instead?” His voice was raspy and quiet in your ear. By now his body was resting fully against yours, pinning you to the floor. You could feel his boner pressed against your leg. His hand slid under the edge of your skirt making you shiver, his calloused fingers grazing the skin as they trailed up your leg.

“Someone might see us,” You whimper, glancing away from him and up and down the long, empty hallway you were in the middle of.

“You'd like that wouldn't you? Solid proof that you got to fuck me for real,” A moan slips out of your mouth just by his words alone. The feeling of his warm and heavy body pressing you to the cold, hard floor made you ache between your legs. His hand trails even further up your thigh reaching the band of your panties. His fingers slowly graze you through the fabric causing your hips to jerk.

“God you're already soaked princess, I can feel it through these little panties,” You bit your lip at the words he's whispering in your ear and the feeling of his fingers slowly rubbing you. His lips finally press against your neck making you let out a moan. He nips the skin gently, making sure to not leave any marks that would be visible. You moved your hands from the floor and placed them firmly against his chest, feeling his strong pecs through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. You feel him smile against your neck as your hands wonder curiously over his chest, memorizing everything you can, hoping it isn't just a dream.

“I'm all yours, baby,” He whispers in your ear again while his finger slips your panties to the side to feel you further. You quietly whine, gripping his shirt as he slides one of his fingers into you. James hungrily connects his lips to yours, getting lost in the taste of you. His tongue pushes into your mouth, feeling every inch of you it can as it dances with yours. His finger slowly move in and out of your gummy walls, the wetness between your legs gradually increasing. He pulls his finger out, pushing two in, causing you to moan louder against his lips. You turn your head to the side, making his sloppy kisses stop.

“James please,” You cry out, his pace was painfully slow, making you beg for more. You didn't have to say anything else before he pulled his dripping fingers out of you and got to work on his belt. He unbuckled it, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. You brought your hands up to your chest and unbuttoned your coffee stained shirt, exposing your breasts to him. Lucky for him you had forgotten to put a bra on with the rush of the morning. A groan slips from him as he watches you squeeze the soft flesh. He pushes his jeans down just enough for his cock to slip out, holding the thing like a trophy in his hands. He gives you a smirk as he watches you drool over his size. You wanted to curse him for being right, all those times you stared up at that poster, your legs spread, wishing it was his dick in you instead of your fingers. Now it was actually happening and you were too drunk on the taste of him to be nervous. He pushed your legs further apart and situated himself between them, his tip grazing your entrance.

“You ready for all your dirty little fantasies to come true,” He grins with a whisper, his face dangerously close to yours. He grips your hips tightly as he drives himself into your wet walls. You throw your head back, wanting to scream in pleasure but only a quiet moan escapes.

“Gonna have to be quiet unless you want an audience,” James grunts into your ear before biting the skin. He jerks his hips, the size of him stretching you more than you had ever been, almost splitting you in two. You clutch his shoulders tightly, trying to hold on as he starts pounding into you. His body had you pinned down, making it hard to move but you couldn't care less. You grab the collar of his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the top buttons as he continues to thrust into you. His necklace falls out of his shirt, dangling in your face. You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, connecting your lips with his exposed collarbone. He gladly lets you puppet him, groaning as you suck on the sensitive skin. He removes one of his hands from your hips before placing it above your head, supporting himself as he pushes deeper into your walls. You bite down harder, muffling your whines against his skin. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, your heels digging into the top of his ass.

“Mmmfuck.. Harder,” You moan, pulling him even closer. The cold metal from his necklace grazes against the exposed skin on your chest, making you shiver.

“I knew you'd be…fuck…dirty from the second I saw you,” He groans, pushing harder into you. His thrusts were deep enough you could feel him in your stomach. Everything in your body tingled, craving every bit of him.

“Thought you were being subtle, staring at me, but I knew this is what you wanted…wasn't it?” James leans down and kisses your breasts, biting your nipple harshly, making you squeal.

“Yeah…this is what..what I wanted,” James abruptly stops his movements and pulls out of you. You give him a puzzled look, having no time to react to him flipping you over with ease. He delivers a harsh smack against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips before he plunged himself into you again. Your hands grip at nothing against the floor as he pins your wrists together. His hips harshly smack against your ass, the sounds seeming to echo down the long empty hall. You weren't sure if you cared about anyone walking in on you anymore. He was right again, you'd like it if someone watched him fuck you like his life depended on it.

“Fucking hell,” He grits through his teeth. Your walls contract around him, drawing a groan from him. You could feel yourself getting close, the feeling of his thick cock, dragging against your tight walls at this angle was overwhelming. You didn't care if anyone heard your moans at this point, you were no longer holding back as his name spills from your mouth. Your sounds encourage him to push harder, his movements getting sloppy.

“I'm gonna cum,” You whine, the feeling washing over you, about to spill out. He grips you tighter, his cock twitching inside you.

“Yeah? Cum all over my cock, baby, do it,” His filthy words encourage you to let go. You swore it was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. You wanted to scream but nothing but a strangled whine came out. Your ears rang and your vision got blurry as you rode through your high, James hips still desperately snapping against your ass, chasing his own orgasm. His movements slowed as you felt his sticky cum coat your walls. He stayed inside you for a few seconds longer, pumping everything he could out of his cock before peeling himself out of you. Thick strands of his cum followed, getting on your legs and skirt, causing him to groan. He grabbed your panties that were only pushed to the side and snapped them back against your sensitive pussy, causing you to moan.

“They're probably looking for us,” James speaks, flipping you over onto your back. He keeps your legs wrapped around his waist, his eyes watching as his cum seeps out of you and soaks your panties.

“Mhmm.. probably,” You say quietly, your brain not able to think of much in your fucked out state. He grins at the sight of you, grabbing your arm and pulling a sharpie out of his pocket. He writes something on your arm before shoving the marker back into his pocket.

“Let's do this again sometime, yeah?” He leaves you with one last kiss, pinching your nipple, before shoving himself back into his pants and standing up, leaving you on the floor. You glance at your arm as he walks away, seeing his phone number sprawled across your forearm. You smile to yourself, wondering how the hell you got yourself into this situation, praying it wasn't just a dream.

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[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 9 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇brace for a STORMMM

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The ship rocked violently, throwing men off balance as waves crashed against the wooden hull with deafening force. The storm had come out of nowhere, a monstrous beast of wind and water, determined to swallow them whole. “PULL TO STARBOARD!” Acrisios bellowed, gripping the mast for dear life. His hair, usually perfectly styled, now plastered to his face in the rain.

“I AM PULLING TO STARBOARD!” Telemachus yelled back from the helm, his hands straining against the wheel as he fought to keep the ship from capsizing. “But it’s like Poseidon himself is playing a joke on us!”

Pisistratus, usually the calmest among them, was sprawled on the deck, soaked to the bone and clinging to a rope. “I’m starting to regret agreeing to this little adventure,” he muttered, coughing as saltwater splashed into his face.

Eurymachus, meanwhile, was running in circles, shrieking like a banshee. “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! THIS IS IT! I KNEW WE SHOULD’VE STAYED ON LAND! I DON’T EVEN LIKE WATER!”

“Oh, for the love of the gods, SHUT UP!” Cassander snapped, gripping an oar with one hand while clinging to the side of the ship with the other. He shot Eurymachus a glare. “You’re acting like a girl who just saw a spider!”

Eurymachus stopped mid-scream, his eyes wide. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH GIRLS? GIRLS ARE PERFECTLY VALID!”

Cassander groaned. “Not the point, Eurymachus! Just grab an oar or something!”

Another wave slammed into the side of the ship, and Acrisios slipped, nearly falling into the water before grabbing onto a dangling rope. “TELEMACHUS! If we survive this, remind me to punch you for dragging us into this mess!”

“You’ll have to get in line!” Pisistratus hollered, scrambling to secure a barrel that was rolling dangerously close to the edge.

“YOU CAN ALL PUNCH ME LATER, JUST HELP ME KEEP US ALIVE!” Telemachus barked, his face a mix of determination and panic.

Another shriek came from Eurymachus as the ship tilted dramatically to one side. “WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHY CAN’T THE GODS PICK ON SOMEONE ELSE?”

“Maybe because you scream like a dying goat!” Cassander shot back, though he was clearly struggling to maintain his grip as the storm raged on.

A sudden lightning bolt lit up the sky, and Acrisios shouted, “EVERYONE HOLD ONTO SOMETHING! THIS NEXT WAVE IS A BIG ONE!”

Telemachus gritted his teeth, steering the ship with all his might. “If we survive this, I’m sacrificing something big to the gods!”

“What are you sacrificing? Eurymachus?” Cassander quipped.

“HEY!” Eurymachus protested, clutching a barrel as though it were his last lifeline.

The ship lurched upward on a massive wave, then came crashing down, throwing everyone off balance once again. Acrisios managed to pull himself up, rain pouring down his face as he looked at Telemachus. “Remind me, brother—why exactly are we doing this again?”

Telemachus glared at him. “Because Raphael took my wife and son!”

Acrisios nodded, panting. “Right, just checking. Feels worth it.”

“DOES IT?!” Eurymachus shouted, still clinging to his barrel.

“Less screaming, more rowing!” Pisistratus yelled, finally managing to secure the loose barrel before picking up an oar.

As the storm continued to batter the ship, the men fought valiantly, their bickering and panic providing a sliver of humor in an otherwise dire situation. And despite the chaos, they managed, barely to keep the ship afloat, their sheer determination (and a bit of luck wink wink) carrying them through the storm.

The storm howled outside, rattling the very bones of the ship as it creaked and groaned against the monstrous waves. Florus sat at the edge of the sleeping quarters, drenched and wide eyed, his bow clutched tightly as though it might somehow save him from the wrath of the sea. He could hear the chaos above deck, Telemachus shouting commands, Acrisios barking back, and Eurymachus’s high pitched screams echoing through the wooden walls.

Despite the noise, the panic, and the violent rocking of the ship, Antinous was stretched out on a makeshift cot, snoring softly, utterly unbothered by the apocalypse raging outside. Druses wasn’t much better. He was curled up in the corner, his long black hair perfectly draped over his shoulder like he was posing for a painting. His serene face looked almost angelic, and he didn’t so much as flinch when the ship tilted sharply to one side, nearly throwing Florus off his stool.

Florus stared at them, his mouth agape. “How in Hades’ name…?” he muttered to himself, gripping the wall for balance.

The ship rocked violently again, and from above, Eurymachus’s voice pierced the air. “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! THIS IS IT! I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

Florus winced, expecting the screams to wake his comrades, but Antinous simply rolled over, muttering something incoherent in his sleep before continuing his snoring. Druses shifted slightly, mumbling, “Quiet down, Eurymachus…” in his sleep, before letting out a contented sigh and nestling deeper into his corner.

Florus blinked in disbelief, his face a mix of awe and frustration. Another loud crash came from above, followed by the unmistakable sound of Cassander yelling at Eurymachus to “man up.” The noise was deafening, and yet these two men slept through it as though they were lounging in a meadow on a calm spring day.

“How are you sleeping?!” Florus hissed at them, his voice barely audible over the storm. “The gods themselves are trying to kill us, and you’re… napping?!” Neither of them stirred.

Florus groaned, running a hand down his face. “I’m surrounded by lunatics.”

As if to punctuate his statement, the ship lurched violently again, and Florus clutched at the wall to keep from falling. From above, Eurymachus’s voice wailed, “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?!”

Druses sighed in his sleep and muttered, “Just let him fall overboard…”

Florus shook his head, staring at the two as though they were some kind of bizarre spectacle. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, finally giving up on understanding them and turning his attention back to the chaos above.

——

Cassander leaned casually against the ship’s mast, his arms crossed as the salty breeze ruffled his hair. He had a faraway look in his eyes, clearly lost in his own world. Beside him, Eurymachus was lying on a barrel, lazily tossing a small pebble into the air and catching it, a crooked grin plastered across his face.

“You know,” Cassander began, his voice taking on a wistful tone, “after this war, I’ll probably have to build a separate house just for my war prizes.” He sighed dramatically. “A long hall lined with couches, all filled with beautiful women, each one vying for my attention. Of course, I’ll have to treat them equally to avoid jealousy.”

Eurymachus snorted, flicking the pebble away. “Why stop at a hall? Go for a full villa. You could have each one in her own little room. That way, you could visit one each night without anyone knowing who’s your favorite.”

Cassander’s eyes lit up. “That’s genius. Imagine it, Eurymachus, long nights of wine, music, and—”

“Women feeding us grapes while fanning us with those big palm leaves,” Eurymachus added, grinning.

“Exactly!” Cassander said, slapping him on the back. “Maybe we’ll even get lucky and find a princess among the spoils.”

Telemachus, who had been seated nearby with his head in his hands, slowly looked up and fixed the two with a flat, tired gaze. “Are you two serious right now?”

Eurymachus shrugged. “What? It’s not like this war is all bad. There are perks, you know.”

“Perks?” Telemachus repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. “We’re risking our lives to save my wife and son from a madman, and this is what you’re thinking about?”

Cassander held up his hands defensively. “We’re just… lightening the mood. You know, keeping spirits high.”

“By fantasizing about enslaving women?” Telemachus asked, his voice sharp.

Cassander opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly unsure how to respond. Eurymachus, however, leaned forward with a grin. “You’re just mad because you already have a wife. Don’t act like you didn’t think about this kind of thing before you got tied down.”

Telemachus stared at him, his expression deadpan. “Eurymachus, the only reason you’re here is because I blackmailed you into joining. You’re not exactly in a position to judge my moral compass.”

Eurymachus leaned back, looking mildly offended but choosing to remain quiet. Cassander cleared his throat awkwardly. “Okay, okay, we get it. No fantasizing about war prizes. Message received, Your Majesty.”

Telemachus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” he muttered under his breath before standing up and walking away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Eurymachus leaned toward Cassander. “So, about that villa…”

Cassander smirked. “Palm leaves, my friend. Palm leaves.”

Telemachus groaned from across the deck. “I can still hear you!”

——

The sun was setting over the choppy waves, casting a golden glow across the deck. Druses and Antinous were leaning against the rail, watching as Cassander and Eurymachus stumbled over themselves in yet another failed attempt to spar.

“I swear,” Druses said with a smirk, brushing a lock of his black hair behind his ear, “those two are like a comedy act that never ends. If they weren’t so incompetent, I might almost feel bad for them.”

Antinous chuckled, his arms crossed. “No, it’s perfect. The more they mess up, the more I get to remind them of how worthless they are. It’s practically my favorite pastime.”

Druses grinned. “You know, for someone who’s been chained up in a dungeon for years, you’re surprisingly fun to be around. You’re sharp.”

Antinous raised a brow, amused. “Surprisingly?”

“Hey, don’t take it the wrong way,” Druses said, waving a hand. “I just assumed you’d be all brooding and bitter. Turns out you’re just bitter with a sense of humor. Makes you tolerable.”

Antinous snorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re not half as charming as you think, Druses.”

“Charming enough to keep you entertained,” Druses shot back, his violet eyes gleaming with mischief. The two continued trading barbs, united in their mutual love of poking fun at the rest of the crew. Druses was surprisingly good at keeping pace with Antinous’s wit, something not many could do. For a moment, it seemed like they might actually be getting along.

But then Druses, always pushing his luck, leaned casually against the rail and said, “Although I have to wonder, if your sister’s as stubborn and sharp-tongued as you are, maybe she’s better off with that Skiaphosian prince. A woman like that might drive a lesser man insane.”

The air shifted immediately. Antinous’s smile dropped, his entire demeanor darkening in an instant. His hands tightened on the rail until his knuckles turned white, and his sharp blue eyes fixed on Druses with a look that could freeze blood. “What did you just say?” Antinous’s voice was low, quiet, and deadly calm, the kind of calm that promised violence.

Druses, to his credit, didn’t back down, though he raised a brow. “I’m just saying—”

“You’re just saying that my sister—my sister—is better off with that monster? That she’s somehow to blame for her situation?” Antinous stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Druses. “Say that again, Druses. Go on. I dare you.”

Druses straightened, realizing he’d struck a nerve far deeper than he intended. “Calm down, Antinous. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Didn’t mean anything by it?” Antinous’s voice was rising now, his fury barely contained. “You insult y/n again, and I’ll make sure the last thing you see is Thanatos’s shadow dragging you to the Underworld. Do you understand me?”

Druses held up his hands defensively. “All right, all right! I was out of line. I didn’t mean to offend her. Or you.” Antinous glared at him for a long moment, his chest heaving with barely restrained rage. Then, with a final, scathing look, he turned away and stalked off, muttering curses under his breath.

Druses exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he watched Antinous disappear below deck. Eurymachus, who had been eavesdropping nearby, walked over and clapped a hand on Druses’s shoulder. “Just a word of advice,” Eurymachus said, grinning. “Don’t mess with Antinous’s temper. That man is a whole other breed when it comes to his sister.”

Druses scowled. “Yeah, I gathered that. Thanks.”

Eurymachus laughed, strolling off as Druses leaned back against the rail, shaking his head. “Note to self,” he muttered. “Y/n’s a touchy subject.”

——

Antinous paced along the deck like a caged lion, his sharp eyes darting to the horizon, scanning for any sign of land, or trouble. His jaw was tight, his hands flexing into fists and back out again as if he were barely holding himself together. The rest of the crew had long since learned to stay out of his way. “Hey, Antinous, maybe relax a little. You’re wearing a hole into the deck,” Eurymachus tried, his usual smirk in place.

Antinous whirled on him. “Why don’t you focus on something useful for once in your life, Eurymachus, instead of running your mouth like the fool you are?”

Eurymachus blinked, caught off guard. “Whoa. Someone’s in a mood.”

“Leave me alone.” Antinous stormed past him, shoving a barrel out of his way with enough force to send it rolling.

Florus, leaning against the mast with his bow across his lap, raised a brow at Druses. “What’s his problem now?”

Druses sighed dramatically, tossing his long black hair over his shoulder. “What isn’t his problem? He’s like a storm cloud personified.”

Antinous shot Druses a glare so sharp it could’ve cut steel. “Say that again, and I’ll throw you overboard myself.”

“See?” Druses gestured with a smirk, unbothered. “Exhibit A.” Telemachus, standing near the helm, watched the scene with a furrowed brow. He sighed heavily, then made his way down to where Antinous had perched himself on a crate, glowering at the sea.

“Antinous,” Telemachus started carefully, his voice calm but firm. “You’re not helping anyone by acting like this.”

Antinous looked up at him, his expression cold. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not being the perfect little soldier you need right now?”

Telemachus crossed his arms. “I understand you’re worried about y/n—”

“Do you?” Antinous stood abruptly, towering over him. “Do you really understand, Telemachus? Because this is your fault.”

Telemachus’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, Antinous.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Antinous snapped, his voice rising. “You’re the one who let this happen. You’re the one who was supposed to protect her, and now she’s…she’s out there, with him! And gods know what’s happening to her right now!”

Telemachus clenched his fists, keeping his temper in check. “I’m doing everything I can to bring her back.”

“Not fast enough,” Antinous growled. “You should’ve stopped this before it even started. You should’ve been there for her.”

Telemachus stared at him, his jaw tight. “And what would you have done, Antinous? You were in a dungeon. Don’t act like you could’ve prevented this.”

Antinous’s eyes flashed with fury, but there was something else there too, something raw and vulnerable. “Don’t you dare use that against me,” he hissed. “If I’d been free, this never would’ve happened. She wouldn’t be suffering because of you.”

Telemachus took a deep breath, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. “I know you’re angry. I know you’re scared. But taking it out on me or the crew won’t bring her back any faster.”

Antinous turned away, his shoulders tense. “Just…piss off.” For a moment, Telemachus hesitated, as if he wanted to say more. But he could see that Antinous wasn’t ready to hear it. With a quiet sigh, he turned and walked away, leaving Antinous alone with his anger and guilt.

Antinous sat back down, his head in his hands, the weight of his sister’s absence crushing down on him. The crew gave him a wide berth, their usual banter subdued. Even Eurymachus, for once, kept his comments to himself.

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his words were hoarse when he finally spoke, breathing a mess of panic and uneven sobs.

“i don’t- i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” his voice cracked, and he let of a sob once more, allowing tears to roll down his cheeks and land on curly’s shirt.

“shit, okay just- sit down, alright?” he responds, setting one hand down on his waist and pulling him down onto his worn out sofa with the other. “what’s happened? what’s goin’ on?”

“i just wanna go home,” he cried, like a lost toddler. body shaking as his eyes well up with the salty tears. “i just want my mom.”

and jesus christ, if that doesn’t make curly pissed off. not at ponyboy, bless ponyboy, but at the scene that’s playing out infront of him. a half-drunk pony who rammed his fist on curly’s window until he slid the lock open and let him in. pony who started crying and hasn’t stopped since he came inside- ponyboy crying for his dead mom who is never coming back.

because why, fucking why, would anyone- omniscient or not- wanna punish pony like this? a shitty life on the north side woulda been enough. nobody, especially not him, deserves the added weight of death. his parents, best buddies and the sight of murder ever present in his eyes.

“pony..-“ his voice trails off as he thinks of something to say. comfort isn’t his strong point, he usually dissolves straight to anger but right now there ain’t nobody to be mad at. he could yell at darry to help pony out more, or get soda to notice how he struggles even more than he already does. he could throw rocks at gravestones the curtis brothers could barely afford or stamp on the dirt covering their graves. but it wouldn’t solve anything, because they ain’t any luckier than pony himself.

“why am i so-“ pony pauses, taking a big gulp of air before he continues. “why am i so damn destructive?” even in his worse moments, curly thinks distantly, he’s so poetic- so careful with the words he uses. “everyone i talk to, everyone i love or- or i care about, i kill them off. it’s all my fault!-“

curly wants to slap him, to scream at him and tell him it ain’t his fault. not one damn bit.

“pone, don’t talk like that. ain’t none of this on you, so don’t even-“

“you’re gonna die next and angie is gonna find your fuckin’ body- and- and” his voice has risen to a yell and he pulls away from curly’s grip, jumping up off the couch and taking a step towards his front door.

“man, come back, i ain’t gonna die- ang’ ain’t gonna find me so stop spiralling-“

ponyboy just groans, halfheartedly punching his fist against the doorframe. curly fights the urge to walk over there, grab him and never let him out of his sight again. a means of protection that he knows deep down would never work.

“cmon, it’s too late to walk home now. sleep over and we can talk in the morning. i know damn well you don’t want darry seein’ you with a hangover.” he jokes, standing up and intertwining his fingers with pony’s before eyeing him up and down.

pony sniffles, tears still silently falling and nods, allowing curly to pull him into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. he grabs the chair in the corner of the box sized room and pushes it up against the doorknob as a makeshift lock. pony flops down onto his twin sized bed, ignoring how the mattress creaks from the added weight.

curly pulls off pony’s his shoes, setting them down by the end of the bed. then he pauses, kneeling down next to him.

“you don’t wanna sleep in jeans, do ya? i’ll lend ya some pyjamas ‘n everything.” he says, taking on the voice of somebody approaching a wounded animal. he’s glad pony ain’t all there, otherwise he woulda jumped up and smacked him all the way outta tulsa if he heard him speak like that. he doesn’t like the feeling of pity- he’d mentioned once. a long time ago, though.

ponyboy grumbles but lifts his head up off the pillow. after a bit of convincing, and a few tears from the past memories of being dressed by his mother, pony is laying back down in curly’s pyjama bottoms and one of those hoodies tim had nicked for him a while ago.

curly sits down next to him, pulling the covers over him and running a hand through his hair.

“everything is gon’ be alright. get to sleep pone.”

in a few moments he was snoring, drooling over his pillow in the way he has every other time he’s slept over, and curly flicks off the light on the nightstand.

and in the morning, ponyboy won’t remember how curly had swapped his socks for a warmer, drier pair. or how curly had stroked his hair until he fell asleep, or how tight curly had held him while he sobbed.

because the curly, brown hair will be swapped for a blonde bob. because the beginnings of a moustache will be changed out for a smooth upper lip. lean arms replaced by thin ones and calloused hands discarded for softer ones.

because curly’s face will blend into that of his mother’s, and he will think of this as the night he was visited by an angel.

and curly won’t correct him.

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Kenma x reader | teen pregnancy. | Friends and family.

Synopsis. scenario on how the team / family found out of the pregnancy / baby and their reactions <3

wc. 3,5k words aprox. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentiones, etc.

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important ! THIS one is divided in 2 parts (both on the same post) since you got pregnant on your first year.... but i still wanted to add lev's reaction (when you are already a 2nd year and the baby is a little bit older)

The sound of volleyballs thudding against the floor filled Nekoma’s gym as practice wrapped up for the day. Kuroo wiped his forehead with a towel and made his way toward Kenma, who sat in the corner, focused on his Nintendo DS.

“Kenma,” Kuroo started, plopping down beside him, “we’ve been talking.”

Kenma didn’t look up, his fingers tapping buttons rapidly. “About what?”

“You,” Kuroo said smugly. “And your ‘secret’ girlfriend.”

Kenma’s thumbs froze for half a second, but he quickly resumed his game. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, come on,” Kuroo pressed, throwing an arm over Kenma’s shoulders. “We’re not stupid. You’ve been smiling more to the phone. Less grumpy. And you sneak off to ‘study’ way too often.”

Yaku jogged over, overhearing the conversation. “Seriously, Kenma, who is she? Is it someone from another school? Or—”

“It’s no one,” Kenma muttered, slipping the DS into his bag.

“You’re such a bad liar,” Kuroo teased, grinning. “What, you don’t trust your team? We’ll be nice to her!”

“Yeah, we promise not to scare her off!” Yaku added, smirking.

Kenma groaned, standing to escape the conversation. But before he could bolt, the gym doors creaked open, and you stepped inside hesitantly.

“Kenma?” you called softly, clutching a small bag.

The entire team turned to look at you.

“Oh,” Yaku said in surprise. “It’s Y/N.”

“What brings you here?” Kuroo asked, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

Kenma froze in place, panic flashing across his face. “Y/N, why—”

“You forgot your phone at my house,” you said, holding up the bag.

The room went silent.

“…Your house?” Kuroo repeated slowly, his grin turning absolutely wicked.

“w-we had a study ses-,” Kenma tried to lie quickly, but the damage was already done. “LIAR.” yamamoto barked

Yaku’s jaw dropped. “Wait a second. Are you saying…”

Kuroo pointed an accusing finger at you. “YOU’RE the secret girlfriend?!”

Kenma sighed, slumping in defeat. “…Yeah.”

“NO WAY!” Yaku shouted, throwing his arms in the air. “You’ve been right in front of us this whole time?!”

But before anyone could fully process, Yamamoto practically exploded. “KENMA HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!” he yelled, eyes wide with disbelief. “NO WAY KENMA IS NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE?! WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!” 

Kuroo doubled over, cackling, while Yaku stumbled backward, laughing so hard he nearly fell over.

“Shut up, Yamamoto!” Kenma snapped, his face burning red.

Fukunaga, who had been quietly munching on a bag of chips in the corner, froze mid-bite as the chaos erupted around him. He blinked, slowly lowering the chip he was about to eat. His gaze flicked between Kenma, who looked like he wanted to melt into the floor, and Yamamoto, who was on the verge of an existential crisis.

With impeccable comedic timing, Fukunaga cleared his throat and deadpanned, "Wait, so does this mean Kenma's been getting gamer perks this whole time?" He raised an eyebrow at Kenma, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "You could’ve at least shared some cheat codes with the rest of us."

The room fell silent for a beat before Kai groaned loudly, "Fukunaga, now is not the time for your jokes!"

But Fukunaga, completely unfazed, shrugged and popped the chip into his mouth, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “I’m just saying… maybe we should start asking for dating advice from Kenma now. Guy’s clearly got a secret strat.”

Kenma buried his face in his hands. "I hate all of you."

“Oh, my god,” Kuroo wheezed. “Kenma—our quiet, introverted Kenma—has been holding out on us. I’m actually impressed.”

Yaku recovered enough to grin at you. “So, Y/N, how long has this been going on?”

“Uh… a year,” you admitted sheepishly, feeling the weight of their stares.

“A YEAR?!” Yamamoto screamed. “WHAT AM I EVEN DOING WITH MY LIFE?!” he yelled falling to the ground

Kenma buried his face in his hands. “This is why I didn’t tell you guys.”

“Wait,” Kuroo interrupted, holding up a hand as if something just clicked. “If it’s been a year… does that mean you guys—”

Before he could finish, something fell out of your bag while you searched for kenma’s phone (the damn reason why you were here). A small, folded envelope hit the ground.

“Let me pick it up for you” Yaku said, leaning down to pick it up before you could stop him. His eyes scanned the writing on the front. “Wait… OBGYN?”

The room went dead silent.

Kuroo froze mid-laugh, his eyes widening. “what?.” 

“what does OBGYN stands for?” yamamoto said genuinely curious 

“Don’t,” Kenma said quickly, stepping forward, but it was too late. Yaku unfolded the paper inside, his face going pale as he read it.

“Holy crap,” Yaku said. “Kenma, are you… gonna be a dad?!”

The silence that followed lasted half a second before Yamamoto screamed at the top of his lungs: “KENMA IS HAVING A BABY BEFORE ME?! HOW?!”

Kuroo stayed still, unable to fully process this, while Yaku smacked Kenma’s shoulder repeatedly. “Dude! aren’t you first years supposed to have a class on HOW TO PREVENT THIS?! —oh my god, I can’t believe this!”

Kenma groaned louder than ever, turning to you. “See? This is why I don’t tell them anything.”

Yamamoto grabbed Kuroo by the shoulders, shaking him. “HOW DID HE PULL THIS OFF BEFORE ME?!”

“Yamamoto, im sure you don’t want to be in this position” Kuroo gasped between fits of laughter. “But I’m never letting him live it down.”

Meanwhile, you stood there awkwardly, wishing you’d just mailed Kenma’s phone instead…

PLEASE MAKE SURE U READED KENMA'S GENDER REVEAL (ALREADY POSTED, CLICK HERE) so u don't get spoiled by this part  ↓

Lev’s reaction since well… you got pregnant on your first year so he was obviously not in nekoma yet!!

The gym was bustling with energy as usual. You stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, (for your second year you and kenma decided for you to join as a manager, yk just to spend some extra time together <3) keeping track of drills while occasionally glancing at the small playpen set up in the corner of the gym. Inside sat your one-year-old baby, happily smacking a toy volleyball.

“Thanks for letting me bring her today,” you said to Kuroo, who was stretching nearby. “Daycare had a scheduling mix-up, and I didn’t want to miss practice.”

“No problem,” Kuroo replied, grinning. “Honestly, she’s kind of like our team mascot now. Right, Kenma?”

Kenma, who was sitting next to the playpen, looked up from where he was handing your baby a new toy. “She’s not a pet Kuroo” he groaned “but I guess we could call her like that.” His tone was indifferent, but the small smile on his face betrayed how much he loved these moments.

“Alright, everyone, gather up!” Yaku called, clapping his hands.

As the team began to assemble, the gym doors swung open with a loud bang, and in strolled Lev, Nekoma’s enthusiastic (and very tall) new first-year.

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” Lev shouted, jogging in. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the playpen in the corner—and the sight of Kenma crouched beside it. His footsteps faltered.

“Uh… what’s going on?” Lev asked, blinking in confusion. He pointed a long finger toward Kenma and the baby. “Kenma-senpai, why are you playing with a kid?”

(Lets make a little pause. I mean you guys weren’t trying to hide your baby??? like, you werent ashamed of it! but people never asked so,,,)

Kenma sighed, already anticipating where this was going. “Because it’s my kid.”

Lev’s jaw dropped. “Wait… what?!”

“Yeah, he’s a dad,” Kuroo said casually, trying not to laugh as he watched Lev’s face morph into absolute bewilderment.

Lev stared at the baby, then at Kenma, then back at the baby. He threw his hands up in disbelief. “YOU STOLE A KID?! SENPAI, THAT’S ILLEGAL!”

The entire team burst out laughing.

“What?!” Lev demanded, looking around wildly. “Why are you all laughing? This is serious! We’re gonna have to call the cops or something!”

“I didn’t steal her, you idiot,” Kenma said flatly, standing up. “She’s mine.”

Lev’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “But… how?!”

Yaku smacked him on the back of the head. “How do you think, you moron?”

Lev rubbed his head, still looking lost. “But Kenma-senpai’s always so quiet! And… and small! I didn’t think he—”

“Lev,” Kuroo interrupted, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. “Kenma didn’t steal the baby. He has a girlfriend—Y/N, our manager—and they had her last year. Keep up, man.”

Lev’s wide eyes slowly turned toward you, standing awkwardly with the clipboard. “Wait. You’re… you’re Kenma-senpai’s girlfriend?!”

You nodded. “Yeah. And the baby is ours.”

Lev’s brain short-circuited for a moment before he gasped dramatically. “NO WAY. Kenma-senpai, you’re my hero! Teach me your ways!”

Kenma groaned. “I’m not teaching you anything and i’m not a hero.”

The baby babbled from the playpen, waving her tiny fists, and Lev crouched down to her level, still in awe. “She looks just like you, Senpai. But, like… cuter. No offense.”

“Why would I take offense to that?” Kenma muttered.

Lev grinned and gently poked the baby’s cheek. “Hey, little Kenma! Are you gonna play volleyball like your dad?”

“She’s not even old enough to walk yet,” Yaku said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just saying, we could start training her early!” Lev replied enthusiastically. He turned to Kenma again, his expression completely serious. “Senpai, I need to know. Was it the video games? Did video games get you a girlfriend? Tell me your secret!”

Kuroo practically fell over laughing, while Yaku facepalmed.

Kenma sighed, picking up the baby as she reached for him. “This is why I don’t talk to him.”

Lev, still starstruck, followed him like a puppy. “Come on, Senpai! You’ve gotta tell me! I need help!”

As Lev continued to pester Kenma, Kuroo leaned over to you, smirking. “You sure you’re ready to deal with this every day as our manager?”

You chuckled, watching as Kenma tried (and failed) to escape Lev’s endless questions. “I think I’ll survive. Barely.”

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Can you do Jared X reader where Jared thought that Kim was his imprint/soulmate but he is absolutely masken because when he mets the new girl he imprints. You can decide on the other details

LITERALLY NOBODY FREAKING ASKS FOR JARED CAMERON! PLEASE SHOW THIS BOY SOME LOVE JTS NO FAIR! HES A SILLY GOOFY!

I love her. I love her so much. Here I am, sitting in Emily's for lunch with my pack before we go train. "Jared, we know what it's like. You can stay with her if you want to, but stop saying you imprinted when you haven't." Paul chuckles, throwing a fry at my face. "I truly believe I did." I reply defensively. "You'd know for sure if you did. It wouldn't be, 'I believe'." Paul replies. "Guys, just let the man feel how he feels." Jacob groans, trying to enjoy his meal. "Yes, it would be nice if we could talk about something else." Sam rolls his eyes before taking a bite of his chicken strip.

My heart hurts. I know I imprinted. I love Kim so much. Maybe my bond is too strong for them to handle. I'll just say that. I know what I feel.

Your pov:

"Watch your feet." You hear your friend beside you. You move your arm up to grab another rock. "I'm trying!" You hyperfocus on your hands and refuse to look down at your feet.

You met your friend a few years ago. She's an adventurer and often brings you along with her. This is your first time mountain climbing. This is also your first time being in Washington state. "Dude! You're going to - !" You slip but quickly catch yourself. "Shit." You gasp.

You decide to move your eyes along the beauty of greenery behind you. You can see some of Forks. You two are closer to La Push bit where you guys are, you can't see the beach.

"Y/f/n, I'm getting tired. We need to take a break." You breathe out. Your heart is tired of thumping. You're starting to get a headache. "Here." She says. She moves closer towards you, attaching the clip of the descenders to both of you.

An hour or so later, you are sitting on a stump in the woods, drinking water. "Ready to go back to camp?" She asks. You guys rented a cabin near the reservation. "Yeah, we can. It's starting to get a bit dark." You check the time on your phone. "Want to grab some dinner?" She smiles while picking up all of the gear. "I'll look up places to eat." You reply.

Jared's pov:

"Baby, what's wrong?" Kim asks, kissing all over my cheeks. "Nothing, sweet girl." I smile.

Oh, I feel awful. What if they are right? I didn't imprint. The fact that I'm questioning it scares the hell out of me. I've done everything for Kim, and she has pushed away all she knows about the world to accommodate for a shifter. She knows too much to not be an imprint. This isn't good. I'm not so sure what to do. What do I do?!

Kim finishes her cup of coffee before placing it down and smiling up at me. "Thank you for the food and coffee. Ready to head back?" She checks her smart watch, texting back who I assume to be Emily. "Yes ma'am." I stand up and pull her chair out for her.

"Oh, no. We aren't from here!" I hear giggling. I turn to see two girls. They are standing at the desk talking to two waitresses. "It's crazy to see new faces here in Forks! Out of all of Washington, you travel here. Welcome! I hope it's everything you hoped for."

"Baby?" Kim jumps me out of my nosey eavesdropping. "Sorry, love. I was listening to them. They traveled here. I'm not so sure what's so special about here." I chuckle. Kim giggles, and we begin to walk to the door.

"Y/n, watch it." One girl says, grabbing the other girl's arm, but she still backs up into my side. "Oh, crap! I'm so sorry!" She turns and looks at me.

...................love, future, baby, adventures, butterflies.................

"Jared." Kim pulls on my arm. I look away at the floor. The guilt is eating me alive. I actually imprinted. I'm about to panic. I'm about to actually have a panic attack. "Once again, I'm so sorry! I hope you two have a good day!" She calls out. Kim waves at her with a smile before we reach outside.

"God, what is wrong with you, Jare?" Kim faces me in the parking lot near the truck. "I... I'm fine. Look, I'll take you home. I have some business to take care of with the pack." I huff and slam the driver door shut. I'm so angry with myself. I can't even think straight.

Your pov:

You can't stop thinking of that guy. He has a girlfriend, a fiance, or a wife. You refuse to be a homewrecker. She was so sweet and pretty. You feel like you're just blegh. "He sure was a cutie!" Your friend giggles while taking a bite of her burger. "Yeah, he was." You smile.

Why do you feel so weird??? You have never... your stomach is flipping. You can't eat right now.

You can't feel this way. You are leaving in two days anyway.

Jared's pov:

"Breathe, Cameron." Embry grabs my shoulder. Sam is trying to think about what to do. I can't think I can't breathe. I'm leaning over the counter, gripping.

Your pov:

8:00 pm

"You've got to be kidding me!" Your friend yells in frustration. The car you guys rented just broke down in the reservation. You can't see any houses where you guys are. The last one you saw was miles down.

"Do you know anything about cars?" She turns to you. "Bitch, do I look?-", you guys jump at the sound of knocking on the window. Y/f/n barely rolls down the window. "You need help?" A man's voice asks. "No, sir." You say out of fear. Your friend pushes your knee. "Yes, yes we do, please." She says. Ugh! You don't want to get killed in Washington. "I'm Sam. Not to sound creepy," he chuckles, "I usually walk down the rez with my friends to make sure everything is okay." He says. You see, four other guys come up. You notice they are all shirtless with a tattoo on their arm. You can't see the details because it's getting dark.

You see the guy from the restaurant. Oh, god. You feel better... "y/f/n." You whisper. She turns to you. "The guy at the restaurant." You whisper. She looks up and then unbuckles. You unbuckle as well. "We'll step out." She says. They back up. You grab your bag and feel for the pepper spray, the rape whistle, and the big ass knife. Okay, great. You open the door and step out. You look across the car to see the guy staring right at you. You look away quickly.

You and your friend get comfy on the grass on the side of the road. The guys are waiting on one of them to come back with tools. "You know, it's the people's we rented from job to take care of this." She giggles. "Eh, well, it's best not to pay for towing. I'd let them know tomorrow, though." One of them says. He's leaning on the side of the car with his arms crossed. "What's your name?" You ask. "Paul. Over there is Quil, Jared, and the guy who left to get tools is Embry." He says. For some reason, he keeps glancing at you.

You decided to do something. You stand up and walk over to Jared. "Hey." You awkwardly say. He looks up. You see the tail light of the car illuminate his face just enough to see his smile. "Hey." You take your hand out. "Y/n." He puts his hand in yours. You felt a shock. So much heat expanded through your body. You felt the connection, and it attacked your body, nearly losing balance. "Jared Cameron." He shakes your hand. You can see Quil standing there smirking at him.

Jared's pov:

Standing this close to my actual imprint feels like I'm floating in soothing waters. Is it bad I don't feel the pain of telling Kim earlier? I just feel peaceful, whole, happy.

"Where are you from?" I ask her. "Uhm, I'm from (your home). I leave in two days." Her words shatter my heart. I can't lose her. She can't go.

Embry pulls up in his truck. He stops behind us and steps out. "Got the tools. You girls need anything?" Embry asks. Her friend stands up, dusting herself off. "Honestly, we have a long ass day ahead of us. We are exhausted. Been up since six a.m." She sighs. "We can take you to wherever you guys are staying." I offer. Y/n looks at her friend. Her friend shrugs. "Yeah! That'd be great! Thank you!" She pipes up, but then she thinks. "I will ride with you guys and come back with you, Jared. I'll bring the car back to our camp." She says.

Your pov:

You are squashed in between Jared and your friend. You can feel his bare arm against yours. His muscles, goddamn. He's focused on the roads. "So, Mora Campground?" He asks to be sure. "Yes!" You answer.

Once you get there, your friend hops out. "Thank you, Jared!" She waves and leaves.

Jared backs up and goes back on the road. "So, who was that pretty girl at the restaurant?" You smile. He takes a deep breath in and exhales. "Uh, she is Kim. Was my girlfriend. I broke up with her today. She's a sweet girl. She didn't do anything wrong, I just, uh, didn't want to lead her on." He says uncomfortably. Now you feel bad for asking. "Well, I love the weather here!" You change the subject terribly. He smiles and glances your way.

A week later:

"Oooohhh, Jared texted you again!" She hands you your phone across the couch. You and her share an apartment. You and her work customer service at home. Her mom owns the company.

Hearing his name makes your heart jump. You open it up.

Jared: Are you able to take off for a week?

You: I can two weeks ahead of scheduling. Why so?

Jared: I may or may not want to buy you a ticket for you to come back.

You drop your phone on the couch face down. You turn to your friend. "Bitch..." You breathe out. She jumps up. "What? What?" You pick up your phone again. "Jared wants to fly me back out there and stay for a week." You gulp. She freaks out, jumping up and down and clapping. "YES YES YES!"

You: I don't want you to spend all of that money on me. I am more than willing to, though! Let me buy a ticket.

Jared: no. Let me. Where do you want to stay? Cabin? Hotel? You are more than welcome to stay with Sam and Emily! They'd love to have you and it'd be free. Lol.

You: let me see, love.

Jared: also, can you bring y/f/n? Ateara won't stop talking about her.

Another time skip 2 weeks:

Jared places your bag down on the bed. "I'm so happy Quil finally has a girl. Poor boy doesn't have luck with that." He chuckles. You look up at Jared, who stands above you. His dark brown eyes are calling you. "She really likes him. Also, thank you for everything." You smile and then wrap your arms around his neck. He's taken aback but then wraps his strong around around you. "I'm happy you're here." He whispers. Something really is between you two, and you don't know what it is.

Soft knocks on the door make you two pull away. There's Quil and your friend. "Hey, Sam said there's a bonfire tonight." Quil says. "Okay, bet."

"Bonfire? Fun!" You say and sit on the bed, unpacking your bag. "We sit around the fire, eat good food, play around, and the biggest part is we have the elders talk about our tribes legend." He says. You stop and look up at him. "But that's... I'm not.. I'm an outsider." You stumble your words feeling like you're intruding. Quil and Jared laugh and look at each other. "Don't worry. It's okay with everyone." Jared crosses his arms.

Bonfire:

"Seth Clearwater!" The young man in front of you shakes your hand. Jared stands next to you, never leaving your side. You have been meeting everyone else you don't know. "You hungry?" Jared asks. You look up at him and grab his arm. "I could eat!" You look over and see your girl and Quil making out. Quil seems nervous and not moving his hands much. You can't help but laugh. Jared sees it too and chuckles. "Damn. That was fast." You giggle.

You sit on the lawn chair in between Jared and Sue Clearwater. "It's crazy you came from (your home)! It's amazing to have you here." She smiles.

Billy Black starts speaking. He sounds very intimidating and smart.

Jared's pov:

I can see her listening. Her eyes never leaving Billy. I can't tell if she's taking any of this in. She seems to be in a trance.

She faces me after the stories, and everyone else stands up and talks. Her eyes are a tad bit wide, and she smiles. I melt. My god, her lips. "That was so cool, Jared!" She gasps. "Wanna know something cooler?" Oh god. Time to tell her. She cocks her head slightly and smiles. "Follow me." I stand and grab her hand.

We walk in silence toward the woods. I stop once I get a little far out. "What are we doing?" She giggles. I let her hand go and face her. "Well, the legends.. are true. I am a shifter. Me and all the guys. Sam is alpha." I lay it out. I'm nervous. "Show me." She says blankly. I back away. I take off my shorts. "I have to take off my underwear too..." I awkwardly say. Her eyes look up at the dark sky. I do that, and I shift.

I growl very lightly and step closer to her. She looks at me, and her face is in shock. She doesn't look scared. "So mesmerizing.." she whispers. She lifts her hand and runs it through my fur. "I have questions." She whispers again. I back up, phase back, and get on my legs. I get dressed and jog back to her. "Why are you telling me this? I'm confused." She says.

How do I say this? "Uh, remember imprinting?" I ask her. She slowly nods and then perks up. "Me????? I'm your soulmate?!" She squeels. I chuckles, nodding my head. "But wait, what about Kim?" She frowns. I sigh and rub the back of my neck. "I didn't know what imprinting felt like. I did love her, and so I thought I imprinted. Everyone who did kept telling me that wasn't the case. When I met you at the restaurant, I did. I had to tell her the truth." I look at her face slowly dropping. "I didn't mean to... do that to her.." she holds her stomach. "I feel so guilty. It's my fault." She whispers. "No, it's not like that at all!" I reach for her hand. She jerks back and runs to Emily's. "Shit." I run after her.

Your pov:

You say to yourself that you 'wrecked a relationship. I can't believe I did that.' You hear him behind you calling your name. You hit Emily's and bust through the door. You hope nobody saw because that'd be awkward. You go into the room and sit on the bed. You're out of breath. You can't believe this.

After a few moments, you hear knocks. "I'm sorry, Jared. I have to think for just a moment." You call out. "Y/n, it's Emily." You breathe out a long breath. "Hey Emily." You say, and she opens the door, sitting next to me. "Jared asked me to speak with you." She smiles.

She told you all about her and Sam and the Leah lore. It made you feel a lot better. Now, you want to give Jared a hug. She steps out, and you stand up going out to find him. He's already standing there in the hall. "Jared, I'm so sorry." You say and wrap your arms around him. "It's okay, my love." He holds you. You lean up and kiss him. He kisses you back instantly. You kiss him harder, pulling his body into yours.

He guides you into the room. You shut the door behind him, you guys not letting go or pulling away. You use as much strength as you can to push him against the door. He grunts but pulls away. "Not here. Not like this." He whispers, pushing hair behind your ears. You blush at how that came over you. Like damn girl. You chuckle and sit on the bed.

"I have a whole week before I leave." You sigh. "I don't want to. I want to stay here." You look up at him, fully trusting the bond. This is serious, and there's no other end but with him. Might as well not wait. Plus, being away from him even before you knew did not feel good.

His eyes widen, and he laughs a bit, "Really?!" He asks in disbelief. "Yes!" You smile. He tackles you on the bed, holding you. "I have my forever." He mumbles in your neck. You feel his warm breath.

"Want to go on a date tomorrow?" He looks up at you.

almost a month later:

"Babes, how'd we get here?" Your friend laughs while touching your knee. "Us knowing each other really did well. It worked in favor." You smile at her. She turns to look out in the yard. You turn too and see Jared and Quil roughhousing. "Babe!" You call out. Jared instantly responds to your call, making his way to you. "Yes, babylove?" He leans down on you, his hands holding the arms of the chair to hold him up. You lean in and kiss his lips quickly. "Ready to go home? I still have to unpack a lot of shit." You groan. "Shit, me too." Your friend says, walking inside Quil's house.

He smiles down at you and plants kisses all over your face. "I love you." He says. You grab his face and kiss him roughly. "I love you, too."

[s0urw00lf]

All in time

Summary: finnick is on a mission to convince the world you aren’t what they think

Request: Finnick odair with reader who is strangely unsettling with like a creepy personality but also a sweetheart and she confuses everyone so much

Fic type: fluff/angst

Pairing: Finnick odair x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Masterlist

Boarder by @cafekitsune

An: i kinda hate this. But i hope you enjoy reading it more than i did writing it.

The games had changed you. And not for the better, the cheerful person you were when you were chosen was long gone by the time you stepped foot on that train to the capitol. Your walls went up and they were made of pure steel, no one was able to break your barrier. Until you met Finnick, it was like he just walked right through them with no problem whatsoever. He was quick to break down your barriers, only to see the complete sweetheart you truly were, the way you cried when you remembered all of the lives you'd taken in the arena, the memorial wall you'd put in your home for them. The way you secretly worried for everyone in the arena during every game, hoping they'd call it off right in the middle of it so no one else had to die. But of course, nothing good ever happens in the capitol. Which is exactly how you wound back up in the games with Finnick. Everyone was fairly wary of you, much to Finnick dismay.

Today is the first day of training, and while Finnick was walking around making allies, you were practicing your trident throwing accuracy, (which was pretty spot on) until you looked over to see Finnick making his way over to you with a small smile on his face. “You know it'd be a hell of a lot easier to make allies if you didn't look like you'd kill the first person who walked up to you,” Finnick said leaning on the trident stand. You sighed “I know, but it's stupid when almost all of us are gonna die anyway.” you said as your body thrust forward, throwing the trident and successfully hitting the target. You turned to him, making eye contact with his bright blue eyes. He nodded over to his right, you looked over and saw Katniss Everdeen, your blank expression quickly changed into one of slight panic, “absolutely not” you said shaking your head. Finnick started nodding his head muttering ‘absolutely’ over and over as he nudged you over towards her. “Come back with an ally,” he said from behind you, as you sighed and begrudgingly made your way towards the struggling girl. You hadn't been one for socializing, and you weren't as intimidating as people made you seem, in fact you were more afraid of not being liked than anything, but the facade helped you protect yourself.

Katniss currently had her back towards you, trying and failing to throw the knives and land them in the place intended. “You’re a badass archer, but your throwing is horrible,” you said in a monotone voice. She turned towards you and a look of shock crossed her face when she saw that it was you that was talking to her. her posture straightened “You know who I am?” Katniss asked. Your brows raised, “Everyone knows who you are, you and your boyfriend are a literal one in a million. Most beautiful love story in all of Panem.” You said. Katniss grimaced, “sorry, I just heard-“ she said before cutting herself off. You nodded, telling her that you already knew what she was gonna say. You pointed to the knife in her hand, “may I?”. She nodded handing you the knife and moving out of the way. you took her place in front of the target and put your arm in the growing position before pausing to show her, “Your stance was wrong. You wanna hit your target you have to get the correct stance.” You finished, before unpausing your position and throwing hit knife. You smiled looking over at her “Bullseye” you said letting a smile slip. You moved to get the knife from the target and walked back to Katniss holding it out to her mentioning for her to try again. She nodded taking the knife and tried to replicate your stance, before letting the knife fly at the target. Your brows raised surprised “Pretty good Everdeen” you complimented. She didn’t show any emotion but you’re pretty sure that’s just her. “Thanks,” she said in her quiet voice. you looked back at Finnick who was still resting in the same position, leaning against the trident stand, he nodded and you sighed quietly turning back to Katniss. “Knife throwing takes time and practice, so let me do the throwing and you stick to the shooting alright?” You asked holding out your hand, hoping shed catch your drift. She looked at you warily, but ultimately shook your hand. You smiled, and she gave you the best one she could muster “See ya” you said making your way back to Finnick who looked decently surprised. “See wasn’t that bad, you just needed a little push,” he said. You rolled your eyes, “you’re lucky she’s not unbearable, you would’ve been my target had she been” you joked with a smile

~~~~~

After you came back from rescuing Peeta and Johanna from the capitol, you were sitting on your and Finnick's shared bed when you heard a knock on the door. You made your way over to the door and when you opened you were met with a crying Katniss, you were instantly hit with worry, “are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked pulling her into the room. She shook her head “I just wanted to thank you, for everything.” She said. Your brows raised in surprise. “I second-guessed Finnick when he told me all you guys wanted was to help us, I didn’t trust you and I'm sorry, “she said solemnly. You shook your head, “you had every right not to trust me, or him. I didn’t fully trust you either” you admitted. You hugged her, you knew she wasn’t a touchy person, but you felt like she needed it. She hugged you back, before pulling away. “Finnick is lucky to have you, and I’m glad he put everyone in their place for you.” She said. You frowned in confusion, “what do you mean?” You asked. “In the arena when you’d gotten separated from everyone else he was a mess, but Johanna made a comment, saying you were probably scoping us out, seeing which ones to kill. He went ballistic and said anyone who thinks you’d kill them is just as brainwashed as the rest of Panem. Said he’d been more likely to kill us if it came down to it. Said you’re in no way whatsoever weak but you’re damn sure not a monster.” She finished. You frowned, you hadn’t known this piece of information, but when you’d reunited with the group you had wondered why everyone had such a drastic change of heart towards you. Even the stone-cold Johanna. Katniss understood the look on your face pretty well, having worn it herself. She stepped away “I’m gonna go I just wanted you to know that I'm thankful for everything.” She said and you nodded, “you’re welcome,” you said as she left

~~~

Not long after Finnick entered the room. You quickly stood and ran to hug his tall frame placing your arms around his shoulders. “Not that I'm complaining, but what’s this for?” He asked as his arms slithered around your waist. You looked up at him with the most love-filled eyes you’d ever given him. “Thank you for not giving up on me,” you said. “Finnick was still confused and he let the confusion show on his face “Of course not,” he said. You backed away “I had a visit from Katniss, she thanked me for everything but she told me something else.” You said to him, he nodded telling you to go on. “She said you stuck up for me to Johanna. Told her and everyone else that you were more likely to kill them than me.” You said as tears brimmed your eyes. “What did I do to deserve you?” You asked. Finnick leaned down and placed his lips to yours, capturing you in a love-filled kiss as his arms brought you closer to his body. He kissed you as if his love depended on it like all his love for you was in that single kiss. He pulled away but kept you close. “Y/n, you have the most amazing soul I’ve ever seen. And people deserve to see it, to feel what it’s like to be cared for by you, even if it isn’t romantically. Y/n you are a gem, with such rarity that anyone would live poor just to have you by their side.” He said with the softest eyes, a voice so full of emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint which one was which. “I love you Finn,” you said, in this situation you didn’t know what else to say. “I love you too darling,” he said pressing another kiss to your lips.