#but it’s fucking MILES AWAY to laugh while parents try to find the body parts of their children in rubble
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Noah Scnapp turning off comments on his tiktok and Instagram. The audacity.
#I literally get so angry just thinking about it#it’s one thing to stay silent#it’s another thing to fucking sit laughing with friends coming from your million dollar house about how ‘Zionism is sexy’ and talking about#how scared YOU are when Palestinians aren’t even safe in hospitals and refugee camps is INSANE#it’s one thing to be silent#it’s another thing to support Israel#(which you can tell I already hate)#but it’s fucking MILES AWAY to laugh while parents try to find the body parts of their children in rubble#I get so angry#rae’s rambles#noah schnapp
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— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.
— CW: 18+ only! strong language, slightly aggressive!rafe, heated kissing, fingering, rafe is honestly super sweet n cute in this.
— note: it’s getting sexy in here😏
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I wake the next morning, my head throbbing and the smell of coffee filtering in through my bedroom door. I yawn, going to stretch my limbs but the feel of a strong set of arms draped across my waist has me stilling, my mind racing a hundred miles a minute.
What the fuck….?
I glance to the right of my bed, the sound of slow and steady breathing I hadn’t heard at first now hitting my ears. Oh fuck. Rafe. What is he doing in my bed? What the hell happened last night?
The last thing I remembered was him kissing me after our parents announced the engagement, and then he lead me into the kitchen where we both indulged in the copious amounts of alcohol my parents had provided for the night. I remembered the two us of finding his friends, Topper and Kelce, talking to them for a while before we had wandered off somewhere else within the house.
We’d gotten along fairly well last night. We weren’t fighting, or acting like we’d hated each other, but that didn’t mean anything… Right? Nothing happened between Rafe and I. It couldn’t have..
I softly lift his arm up and off my waist, letting it fall onto the bed before I lifted the covers, taking an inventory of my clothes. I still had my dress on, my underwear and bra hadn’t been removed… I felt fine. So why is Rafe in my bed? From what I’ve been told, — and just from what I’ve seen — Rafe didn’t sleep in bed with a girl unless he was fucking her.. But then again, he also never publicly showed affection towards any female, and last night he’d kissed me in front of a large crowd.
Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I plant my feet on the ground, slowly and quietly trying to slip out the bed. I make it out of the bed, tiptoeing to my bathroom, but when my hand hits the knob, Rafe’s voice has my body tensing up.
“Trying to sneak out on me, huh?”
Fuck, he sounds sexy in the morning. His voice is low and raspy and thick with sleep. I release the door knob, slowly turning to face him. He’s laid on his side, his right elbow propped up on the bed with his right hand holding his face as he stares back at me. I rub my thighs together, trying to shake away the throb that’d formed between my legs from just looking at him.
I clear my throat, “Uh, no. I just.. I just need to brush.. Just need to brush my teeth.”
Fuck, I sound like a fucking idiot. Stumbling over my words like a fucking high school girl with a crush… Why is he making me feel things like this? I’ve always hated him, but now… Now I’m seeing him in a slightly different light, and I can’t shake the feelings that are digging their way up.
He smirks at me, breathing out a small laugh before he turns and lets his head fall back into my pillows. I watch as he makes himself comfortable in my bed, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline in confusion and shock. Rafe Cameron in my bed? If you would have told me this would be happening just a week ago, I’d laugh in your fucking face and say “Only in his dreams.”
Rafe turns his head to the side, bright blue eyes scanning the length of my body before he says, “Go brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable, then come back in here. We should talk.”
I open my mouth to respond, tell him that he can’t tell me what to do. But nothing comes out. I just clamp my mouth shut and turn, opening the bathroom door and quickly shutting myself inside.
My back hits the door, sliding down until my ass hits the cool tiled floors. I run my hands through my hair, something scraping against my scalp when as I do. I pull my left hand down, holding it out in front of my face. My eyes go wide when I notice the large diamond that sat on my finger. Holy shit? This wasn’t here last night… Is this? Of course it is, how could I not think that there’d be a ring? We’re getting married for Christ’s sake.
I begin sucking in large gasps of air, trying to mentally calm myself. It’s happening. He’s not so bad, is he? When the fuck did he put this ring on my finger? Why the fuck is this my life? What does he want to talk about? All the annoying, but valid thoughts run rampant in my mind. I shake my head, trying to shove all the incessant thoughts away as I will my shaky legs to stand again.
Quickly brushing my teeth and taking three ibuprofen, I push open my bathroom door and make my way back into my bedroom. Rafe still lays on my bed, but he’s on his phone now. He slowly turns his head, his icy blue gaze slowly moving from my feet and up to my face.
My face heats up under his intense stare. “What?” I ask, my voice slightly shaking. Damnit.
He locks his phone, placing it on the nightstand and sitting himself up in my bed, his back rested up against the headboard.
“You gonna change? That dress cannot be comfortable.”
I glance down at the tight fitted white dress my mom had chosen for me to wear last night. “Uh.. Yeah.”
I slowly make my way to my dresser, opening it and pulling out a pair of pink silk shorts and a white tank top. I slowly inch toward the bathroom again, but Rafe clears his throat, stopping me in my tracks.
“You don’t have to be shy around me. I’m gonna be your husband after all.”
My brows pinch together in confusion. “What do you want from me? You went from hating me to… not hating me… so fast. So what’s the catch?”
Rafe chuckles. “Who said I didn’t still hate you? You’re stuck up. You have this ‘I’m better than you’ complex. You don’t like fun,” He pauses, his blue eyes searching my face. “Honestly, you’re not my first choice for a wife. To be honest, I’m not sure I ever wanted to be married. But here we are. I guess you can say I’ve just accepted the situation we’ve found ourselves in.”
My entire body heats up. Of course he still hates me, I didn’t expect a week to change anything. But what does he want from me? “You don’t have to be shy around me.” What the fuck does that even mean? Does he think that just because we’re supposed to be married in three weeks that I’ll just throw all my morals away and let him have his way with me? Fuck that, he’ll have to work for me, even if all I want to do is bare myself to him and let him touch me.
I nod my head once. “Understood. So tell me then, Rafe. What is it you want from me? You want me to strip for you? You want me to just give myself to you because you’re set to be my husband? I’ve gone twenty-one years without letting a man see me or touch me, and believe me when I say, I can go another twenty-one. I won’t give into you so easily, I’m not one of your many girls that will just drop to her knees when you ask. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to change, and I’d like it if you’re gone by the time I come back out.”
I turn and grasp the doorknob, pushing open the bathroom door but Rafe’s hand gripping the back of my neck has my clothes falling to the floor, a sharp gasp pulled from my chest.
He spins me around, keeping a firm hold on my neck as his cold, blue eyes stare down at me.
“Princess, you will give into me. You will drop to your knees when I ask. And you will love every second of it, because I can promise you one thing, of all the men that could be your first, you’re lucky it’ll be me.”
I yank myself free from his grasp. My right hand lands a sharp slap across his cheek before I can process what I was doing. Oh shit. Did I just do that? Fuck fuck fuck. He’s definitely going to make me pay for that, and although I’m not necessarily afraid of Rafe Cameron, I can’t help but fear what he might do to me for such a stupid mistake.
His wild blue eyes stare down at me. I can’t quite read the expression on his face, but I can see the fire blazing behind those cool blue eyes, and it’s frightening. I open my mouth to apologize, but Rafe’s right hand grips the back of my neck tightly again, his lips crushing mine in a searing kiss.
I try and fight him off of me, but to no avail. He’s much stronger than me, and his grip on the back of my neck is bruising this time. He kisses me with so much force and passion it has my knees going weak and my heart thrumming wildly in my chest.
Rafe’s tongue flicks my upper lip, and I absentmindedly part my lips for him, allowing him to shove the pink muscle into my mouth. His left hand runs up my side, squeezing at my hip tightly before it continues its way up and around to the zipper on the back of my dress.
He breaks the kiss, his darkened over eyes staring down into mine. Slowly, he tugs the zipper down, the straps of my dress falling loosely down my shoulders as he does. He never takes his eyes off mine as he pushes the dress down my body, leaving me in nothing but the silky white bra and panties I’d chose to wear last night.
Releasing the grip on my neck, he steps back, planting both hands on my hips as his eyes take in my body. My heart picks up in my chest, beating wildly now, I don’t think I breathe as he continues staring down at me.
“Rafe… What’re you-”
He dips his head down, claiming my lips with his again as his hands run down my hips and to my ass. He grips the flesh in his hands, a small gasp escaping me at the unknown feeling. The spot between my legs is throbbing, my thighs rubbing together to try and ease the ache I felt.
Rafe breaks the kiss once more. “You’re very beautiful. Why do you hide? Why have you never let a man touch you?”
My cheeks burn from his question. It’s not that I’ve never wanted to be touched, and it’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity, I just didn’t like any of the men who threw themselves at me. I didn’t want to be just another notch in someone’s belt, and that’s exactly what I would’ve been to any man on this island.
“Y/N? You okay?”
Rafe’s soft but firm voice pulls me out of my own head, and I raise my eyes to meet his. Deep blue pools stare down at me, and something in my heart swells. I don’t know when I’d started feeling for Rafe within the last week, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it…
“I- I’m fine..”
His brow pinches together, a look of confusion etched into his beautiful face. He thankfully didn’t push the subject though.
His hands roam the expanse of my body, a trail of goosebumps left in the wake of his fingers. He digs his fingertips into the waistband of my panties, his eyes meeting mine once more. “Can I?”
My hands shake, and a large knot has formed in my throat. I knew I shouldn’t give in, I told myself not to give in, but something inside me had my head nodding a silent ‘yes’ to him.
His fingers dip down and into the silky material before the pushed down, letting the soft material fall around my ankles. My hands fell, instinctively covering myself from his eyes, but his large hands come down and slowly grip my wrists, pulling them away.
“Rafe..”
“Shhh, just let me make you feel good, alright?”
I slowly nodded my head, averting my eyes to the ground. He takes my right hand in his, pulling us toward my bed. He sits down first, still clad in his dress slacks but no shirt, pulling me down next and situating me between his thighs.
His left hand pushes my legs further apart, and every muscle in my body tenses. My nerves were on high alert, was I really about to let Rafe Cameron touch me? Yes. Was I nervous about what this meant after? Yes and no. He was going to be my husband after all, may as well get used to him now, right?
His fingers slowly run down my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine at the soft touch. He slowly inches down, down, down until his fingers reach the most sensitive part of my body. I gasp as his index finger lightly brushes against my clit, the sensitive bud throbbing with need.
Rafe’s lips kiss softly on my shoulder and up to my neck, the heat of his breath on my skin making my body tingle. “‘M gonna insert a finger now, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”
My eyes squeeze shut, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I nod my head once more. He slowly pushes his index finger inside me, groaning once he’s knuckle deep. “Shit, you’re so wet, princess.”
Slow and steady pushes of his finger has my breath catching in my throat, this felt unreal, like nothing I’d ever been able to do for myself. His lips left soft, wet kisses on the skin of my neck and shoulder as he continued to push his thick finger in and out of my arousal slick core, our uneven breaths mixing together in the air.
“Gonna add another, okay?” Rafe warned before his ring finger slowly pushed its way inside as well.
The feeling, the stretch, it felt amazing. Tears welled in the back of my eyes as he slowly thrusted his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, slow torturous circles being rubbed against it.
A tight feeling brewed in my lower belly as his fingers picked up pace, his thumb still slowly rubbing against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Rafe… Oh, God.. I-”
My brain was fuzzy, this unfamiliar feeling growing inside me, white hot pleasure threatening to rush through me.
“You’re close,” Rafe whispered against my neck, “I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You can let go, baby. Make a mess on my hand.”
Strangled “mmphs” and “ahhh’s” fell from my lips, the pressure building up more and more until it exploded. Pure euphoria rushed through my entire body from my head to the tips of my toes, my body shaking and small, quiet whimpers escaping me.
Rafe didn’t let up, he continued to finger me through my high, his teeth nipping at my shoulder, earlobe and neck as he did. My body fell limp in his arms, his fingers finally slowing in pace before he removed them completely. I turned my head to face him, his eyes on mine as he shoved the two arousal soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“I… Thank you..” I said softly, trying to ignore the slight awkward tension that now crowded my room.
Rafe smiled, a real, genuine smile for once. “You’re welcome. I just believe we should get used to being around one another, I mean.. We’re getting married right? And I’ve always found you beautiful, I was just too stuck in my ways of hating you that I would never admit that shit out loud.”
His hard dick pressed into my ass, serving as a reminder that he’d just taken care of me, and I should probably return the favor.
“Do you… Uh.. Do you want me to, help you…” I asked awkwardly, my eyes darting from his face down to his lower region.
He chuckled. “Nah. Another day, sweet girl. We have a lot to do today.”
Oh shit. That’s right, today was food and cake tasting for the wedding, Rafe and I had to pick what entrées, appetizers, cake, et cetera we wanted to have for the wedding. I quickly jumped off my bed, grabbing my phone and checking the time. Shit. It’s ten-thirty. I had an hour and a half to shower and get ready to go.
“I’m uh.. I’m gonna shower.. You gonna be here when I get out?”
“Nah, I’m gonna head home and get ready myself, but I’ll be back here in an hour to pick you up. Please be ready?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be ready. Um.. Thanks, again.”
He nods his head once, grabbing his shirt off my floor and tossing it on. I watch as he makes his way out of my room before I kick it into high gear and begin getting ready. I tried to shake the feelings I felt from my mind, but nothing worked. As much as I hated to admit it, I was falling for Rafe and his charm. The next hour, hell even the weeks to come, my mind was plagued with thoughts of the one person I never in a million years thought I could tolerate. Rafe Cameron.
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HI SO PLEASE I'M SORRY IF THIS COMES OF WEIRD BUT CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO TO PURE KISSES ABOUT YOUR DATE THEN WHEN YOUR FRIENDS WALKS YOU HOME THEY ASK WHY YOUR MOUTH IS PURPLE??? IF THAT MAKES SENSE.
HE IS SO PRETTY AHHGGGGG
Pure Kisses P3
Summary: After the little event with Vance, Carly comes to pick you up, and all of a sudden, within the last 3 hours you were apart, she's sherlock fucking holmes.
Notes: OMGOMGOMG yes yes!
me pretending like I don't have school in the morning to write this LMFAO
I hope you like ittt
Tags: easily flustered Vance, carlys back lols, probably really wordy bcz I'm sleepy, uhh idk that's all
CWS: cursing that's it i think
After vance was done with his maniac laughing and you sitting there completely flabbergasted and a little annoyed, he wiped his tears. He looked up at your straight face and grinned, he looked like he had just beat his new pinball score (which mind you was currently at a record of 120,420 not to brag or anything)
You couldn't help but smile back. Something about his laugh and smile was so contagious, “fine then Mr. Vance, show me your tongue” he looked bashful as the words flew from your mouth. “Fuck off” he rolled his eyes. After a minute of comfortable silence, you noticed the rain had stopped. “Hey, I’m gonna call Carly, ask her to pick me up... See you tomorrow?”
“Don't you want me to walk you home?” the curly-haired blonde shot up from his position on the bed. “No, it's okay. My parents would never let a boy on our front porch. They barely let me on our date!”
His curls were covering his face but he was clearly disappointed. “I pinky promise I’ll see you tomorrow. It’s gonna take a minute for Carly to get here anyway. We can hang out till then” you stuck out your pinky. He looked at you like you were crazy.
“I don't do those pinky promises they're fucking stupid.” the curly-headed boy stated, your eyes were filled with sadness and you were sure you could feel your heart tear a little. Pinky promises had always been something you held close to you. Sure it was stupid to do it in damn near high school. But you've always done it.
It was almost like he could feel your sadness from a mile away because he looked up almost immediately after he said it. “Fine but nobody ever finds out about this and if they do, I’ll never admit to it.”
Your face lit up, “okok nobody with ever find out!” you stuck your pinky out again, this time a stronger finger hooked itself around yours. You wrapped your pinky around his and kissed it, locking it in.
“I’ll be back I gotta call Carly,” you said, rushing out of the room and hustling down the steps.
He sighed, shaking his head, curls bouncing with it. Covering his face with his hands, he put his entire body back onto his bed, rather than just his bottom half. You made him feel so giddy inside. It was so embarrassing how whipped he was for you. Say the word and he’s already doing it. If anyone saw how he was acting they wouldn't believe it
The pinball Vance hopper, giggling, kicking his feet, playing with his hair over a random bum? Nope possible. He laid there for a moment longer in peace before he heard your footsteps making their way to his domain. “She's on her way. So I expect about 30 minutes,”
He bit the inside of his cheek trying his hardest not to smile, of course, that failed. A toothy grin plastered itself on his face again. He looked fucking goofy and he knew it. As long as it was you who caused it, he couldn't essay he exactly minded all that much.
“What is it?” you asked curiously. “Nothing, just you”
Thirty minutes ran like Usain bolt because before you noticed, Carly was knocking at the food. You quickly tossed on your shoes and looked at Vance, “see you tomorrow” you stated before kissing his cheek and heading downstairs.
“Let's go!” Carly ushered, you walked outside and shut the door. Carly didn't ask too much. She didn’t want to intrude if you wanted her to know, you'd tell her that's for sure. While you were rambling about something, she noticed your tongue. “Y/N what's wrong with your tongue?” she asked slowly, you pretended like you had no clue what she meant.
“Why’s it purple?”
“Oh no I guess I've gotten sick from the rain haha”
“Y/N.”
“We kissed! Okay more like totally made out but you can't tell anyone!!” you squealed
“I knew it!! Omg is he a good kisser??”
“Girl, don't even get me startedd!”
#pinball vance hopper#finney blake#griffin stagg#paperboy#robin arellano#vance hopper#the black phone#pinball#tbp#pinball vance#vance x reader#vance hopper x reader
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Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.
She was downright terrified.
She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.
The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"
[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.
Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.
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Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.
However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.
The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.
Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.
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"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"
The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"
"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"
He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.
"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"
He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.
You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.
"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."
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Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.
As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.
But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.
He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.
Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.
Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.
Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.
If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.
If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.
Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.
By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.
Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.
Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.
At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.
He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?
After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.
It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.
In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.
Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!
However...
He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.
Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.
The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"
Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.
With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.
To say it worked was an understatement.
By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.
Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.
When was the last time you had gotten your period?
You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.
Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...
Kick. Kick.
You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...
No. No! No! No!
How didn't you notice it before!?
Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.
Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.
Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.
The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.
"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.
Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"
You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.
"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.
"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"
"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"
"No... I didn't want this...."
"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."
You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.
"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."
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Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.
He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.
And he'll do anything to make it come true.
Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.
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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,
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Little Cherry Book:
Chapter 4:Showered in Sin
Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here
Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare
Word Count: 6,502
Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.
After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.
And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.
He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.
"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.
Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.
Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.
If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.
"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.
"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.
"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.
"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.
And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.
As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.
You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.
You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.
He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.
He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.
You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.
"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.
You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.
"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.
Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."
You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.
You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.
Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.
Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.
He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.
The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.
He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.
You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.
Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.
He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.
He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.
You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.
You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.
You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.
There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.
He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.
When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.
"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.
You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.
He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"
The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.
You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.
"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.
"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.
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The Island | KTH (Nine)
Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?
Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) mentions of sex, vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum eating, choking.
Notes: Sorry it’s late! But here is chapter 9! Next chapter things start to get interesting again hehe. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)
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“Kim Taehyung, huh?” Ellie circles around the man like a god damn vulture. She inspects him carefully, her eyes raking his body over and over. “Yeah.” She stops, looks him up and down one more time and nods her head approvingly. “He’s hot as fuck.”
“Ellie…” you whine, “Can you please at least try to act normal?”
Ellie brings her cigarette to her lips, inhaling the poison before blowing it out. “Nah.”
Taehyung looks at you with wide eyes, his amused smile growing wide and taking over his face. His eyes then meet your sisters and he bows his head slightly and smirks to himself.
“Nice to meet you Ellie.” He gets out before you can say anything else.
“Mom’s going to hate this, you know?” Ellie takes another drag of her cigarette, “Going to Korea for 3 weeks? Taking a leave of absence from work? Dude going to another fucking country, girl you are crazy.” Ellie laughs, but she approves.
“Why do I even have to tell her?” you can’t help but pout. You admit your mother can be…something else.
“Are you serious y/n?” Ellie looks at you with pinched brows, “You went missing for 8 months and now you want to disappear for another 3 weeks? Without her knowing? Are you trying to kill her?”
“I guess you have a point—”
“—I’m meeting your parents, y/n.” Taehyung cuts in, walking closer to your side. You three are standing outside your apartment building where you two met Ellie. It’s the morning of Taehyung’s flight but he is missing it.
“You are what now?” you ask totally off guard.
“Ellie can you set up a time and place for us to meet them? I’m afraid y/n will try to make an excuse.” He sighs out, “Please.”
Ellie raises a brow, impressed at how straight forward Taehyung seems to be. She pulls out her phone and dials for your dad.
“Taehyung…” you look over at him and he only stares at you with hard eyes. He’s mad at you. As he should be, you think.
“I want to meet them, I think it is… important.” He breathes out, “Don’t you?”
You nibble on your lips as you think, you even mumble some nonsense Taehyung can’t understand before you finally nod your head.
“Okay.” You agree shyly, “If you want to.”
“You realize you will be meeting my parents too, right?” Taehyung walks closer to you, “And all of my friends.”
“What? Even Hana?” You snap, “Joy.”
“y/n…” Taehyung warns in a low voice. “Don’t be that way.”
“Don’t be that way?” You whisper shout, trying to keep your voice somewhat down so Ellie can’t hear you as well as she has her phone to her ear.
“Don’t be that way? You fucked another girl, Taehyung.”
“Is that fair, y/n? You had no intention of ever talking to me again.” Taehyung bites, “You are being so fucking unfair.” His eyes squeeze shut as he tries to calm down. “Fuck.”
Your eyes look up and you scan the sky. It’s cloudy today, almost looks like it could rain but it probably won’t. It just tricks you into thinking it might, kind of feels like your mood.
“Trouble in paradise already?” Ellie brings the phone down a bit to speak to you two. “Dad isn’t answering, I’ll try mom.” She says, bringing the phone back to her ear.
You huff out a short, frustrated breath as you nod your head towards your sister. You can’t even look at Taehyung right now, you feel betrayed over Hana but also you feel guilty because he is right. You are being so fucking unfair. And also this begs the question…did you have no intention of ever talking to him again?
You push that thought away as you stare at your sister, watching her expectantly as she waits for your mom to answer the phone.
“y/n.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes and gazes down at you, “Follow me.”
“Taehyung, no—”
“Now.” His voice expresses the deepest parts of the sea, the depth so intimidating. Your eyes slide to the side as you release a few shaky breaths. You mumble a weak ‘okay’ and follow him a few feet to the side, walking towards the stairs to your apartment building.
“Let’s try to get along.” He sighs, his hands at his sides until he’s reaching up to drag a hand down his tired face. “For both our sake’s.”
“Are you forcing yourself to be nice to me?” you ask, a bite in your tone and Taehyung looks down at you with his cold, intimidating stare.
“Mostly.” He comments plainly and you feel your heart pinch.
“Why even bother? Why force yourself if you hate me?” You find the courage to look into his eyes and he narrows his at you.
“I don’t hate you. I’m fucking pissed at you.” He begins, “I’m allowed to be hurt and act accordingly.” He breathes out heavily, “Don’t you think?” he challenges you.
“Okay, okay.” You roll your eyes. “I-“
“Don’t get a fucking attitude either, I’m the one who is mad here.” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest. “If I were you I would be working on your apologies.”
You feel like a child being scolded and it infuriates you. He is treating you like a god damn kid and you can’t help but feel like you probably deserve it.
“Okay, Taehyung.” You slump your shoulders slightly, “I understand…”
Taehyung’s hand finds itself in your hair, his fingers sliding down to play with the ends.
“Good girl.” He praises with a smug smile.
You are upset but hearing him call you a good girl has your stomach doing flips. You two have barely touched the other since you have seen him, he has kept his distance and you are too nervous to make the first move. Last night he slept on your couch…yeah, he didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as you. At least he stayed with you though and not that dingy hotel.
You can’t help but feel like the miles your home and his home had you apart feels like nothing compared to the distance between you two now. He says he loves you and wants to make this work but he can barely look at you and it is painfully obvious. He’s hurt, so hurt. He isn’t being shy about how hurt and disappointed he is and it’s hard to swallow.
Taehyung hasn’t made many attempts to be closer to you, in fact, it seems like he is going out of his way to not be close to you. Which only causes you to sink deeper and deeper into your hole of self-pity. Why did he say he wants this to work yet he is acting the way he is?
“I don’t hate you. I’m fucking pissed at you.” He begins, “I’m allowed to be hurt and act accordingly.” He breathes out heavily, “Don’t you think?”
Right. He has every right to be acting the way he is. He is allowed to be hurt and you shouldn’t turn this around to make yourself the victim here, when it’s clear here on who should be upset.
But the thought of Taehyung sleeping with someone who isn’t you makes you fucking furious but also depressed as hell. He couldn’t last 6 months without sticking his dick in someone else?
Then you remember that in his mind you had no intention of ever talking or seeing him again. Truthfully, you don’t know if he is wrong about that. It’s possible you really weren’t ever going to reach out. You’re the worst.
You don’t even know what Taehyung went through while being without you but the empty look in his dark, chocolate eyes tells you it was not pretty. He hasn’t opened up about it but it’s not like you two really have found the time or space to discuss. You have to respect the fact that he wants space, that he wants distance, that he wants to feel his emotions even if they are negative. He’s allowed to feel his emotions, y/n.
“Mom said her and dad can meet us down town at that one restaurant you like y/n…with the pretty drapes.” Ellie walks up to you and Taehyung. “They’ll be here this evening. Mom and dad are excited to meet you Taehyung.”
“Ah, really?” Taehyung asks Ellie while his gaze remains on you. “Me too.”
Ellie looks between you two and awkwardly nods her head. “Okay, I should get going but I will see you guys this evening.”
“Sounds good…” You respond to her, your eyes finally leaving Taehyung’s as you give your attention to you sister. “Send me a text when you are on your way to the restaurant.”
“Will do.” She leans in, hugging you quickly and leaving a kiss on your cheek. “See you two tonight.” She pulls back and faces Taehyung giving him a small wave then she if off to her car leaving you and Taehyung.
“Should we head inside?” you ask quietly, swinging your arms at your sides. “I can make you some pancakes?” you offer shyly and Taehyung frowns. Fucking frowns.
“I kind of ate pancakes almost every day,” He admits, “Oh!” he lights up, “Do you know how to make French toast?”
Your lips curve upward into a small smile, “Yes, Tae. I can make you some French toast, if that’s what you would rather have.”
“Let’s go inside.” He gestures towards the stairs and you follow closely behind him. You two walk down a hall until he is stopped at your front door, you run into his back and stumble back.
“Careful.” He whispers, “Don’t want you falling.” He reaches for the knob and opens the door, walking inside. You follow him, closing the door behind you and taking your shoes off.
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“I knew yours would taste even better. You just have a way with breakfast food, did you know that?” Taehyung stuffs his face with another slice of the French toast you whipped up. You can’t help but giggle as you watch him, he looks so invested in this last piece of French toast like he wants to take his time with it so it’ll never end.
“Hey, my cooking elsewhere has improved!” you whine.
“When we get to Korea,” Taehyung begins, his eyes finding yours. “I want to show you some dishes I like and maybe we can learn to cook them together.”
“Mine will never be as good as your moms, let’s get that out there right now.” You laugh and Taehyung nods his head like he agrees with you, you playfully swat his arm across the table.
“But yours can be second best. Even if you aren’t any good, I’ll still eat it.” He grins at you and you roll your eyes.
“You’ll eat my bad cooking?”
“Only because I …” Taehyung’s grin gets wiped off his face before he can even finish that sentence. “Because I…love you.” He says more quietly, now avoiding your gaze.
“Right…” you feel your pinching heart want to give up on you, it hurts in your chest.
Taehyung looks at you, he doesn’t really know what to say at this point. He doesn’t know how to act like he wants to. He’s too hurt. But he has to try. Or else he isn’t sure what will come from the two of you.
“I do love you.” He sighs out, “So much.” He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his and he feels himself grow weaker and weaker. “But I do want to take this slow. We have a lot to learn about one another now that we are in reality again. We aren’t in our own bubble like how we were.”
You take your bottom lip between your teeth and start nibbling nervously. Take it slow how?
“Am I allowed to hug you? Kiss you?” you ask, almost ashamed that you had to ask something like that.
“I’m not feeling all too affectionate…” Taehyung admits softly, “But,” he bites his own lips as he looks down at your hands. “I could take a hug right now.”
You pull your hand away from his and draw it towards your body, you intertwine your fingers together in your lap and sigh out. Your eyes on your hands, your head hanging low.
“Are you sure?” you hear your voice crack and you want to disappear.
“Come here baby.” Taehyung stands from his chair and waits for you expectantly. “Come hug me.” He says, his voice nice and low like a hum.
You slowly rise from your chair and without looking at him you inch closer and closer until he’s pulling you in by the arms.
He hates this almost as much as you do. Maybe even more. He thought he would come here, find you and everything would be light and smooth but instead it has proven to be hard, harder than he imagined.
“Hug me back.” He orders softly, dragging your arms to wrap around his waist. “And hold me tightly.”
You circle your arms around his waist and walk closer until your head is being shoved into his chest. You can smell him like this, his scent filling your nostrils and creating a long, string of memories linked with his scent. Suddenly, you are recalling every moment you spent like this. Every moment you ever inhaled him, every moment you felt his scent linger on your own body.
You feel your chest tightening and your throat burning, you try to speak but you can’t. You’re too lost in the scent of Taehyung, too lost to think, your mind fuzzy and tricking you. It says he wants you, needs you, loves you. And you just don’t know how true that is. You feel your cheeks wet from the few tears that are now slipping out of your eyes, you sniffle into his chest and you feel Taehyung tense beneath you.
“Don’t cry.” He says as soft as he can, “Babe…” he starts rubbing your back, his large hand touching you in a way that makes you start to cry harder.
“y/n.” He then hugs you tighter, pulling you in impossibly close.
“I’m just so…so…sorry…” You choke out, sniffling harder now. Taehyung releases a long breath, closing his eyes as he pulls you in flush against him.
“I know…” he keeps his eyes closed as he thinks on what to say. But he comes up short, he just really doesn’t know what to tell you right now.
“You hate me.” You cry harder into his chest and Taehyung finally shoots his eyes open and begins shaking his head.
“I don’t hate you…” he breathes out, “I told you already. I’m just upset. And it’s going to take some time—”
“How much time?”
“y/n, I don’t know.” He bunches the material of your shirt in his hands as he tries to calm his frustrations. “I’m hurt. You really didn’t…you really were going to never talk to me again…like those 8 months we spent together meant nothing to you.”
“That’s not true.” You sob. “I think eventually—”
“When? 10 years from now? You think I would have waited forever?” he mutters.
“Apparently not. You couldn’t even wait 6 months to get your dick wet.” You pull back from him, your eyes puffy from the tears.
“Really y/n?” He steps back from you, “It didn’t mean anything. I was so fucking broken when that happened.”
“Oh? And her pussy was the glue to put you back?” you snap. You watch as Taehyung grows angry, the scowl on his face almost scaring you.
“You are the most unfair fucking person.” He spits out, “Yeah, I fucked Hana. But we aren’t like that, we’re just friends.”
“I don’t want you to be friends with a girl you’ve fucked!” you admit between bated breathes, “Who says it won’t happen again?”
“Me. I say that.” Taehyung growls, “I have no interest in Hana…I was…I was in a really dark place.” He tries to calm himself, “Really dark place.”
“How dark?” you ask, making him feel interrogated.
“Would go to sleep never wanting to wake up.” He says with a straight face and you feel yourself grow guilty. You did that to him. It’s your fault. How do you make up for that?
“Fuck.” You look down at your feet, “I’m so sorry Tae…”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters to me right now is that you understand I don’t want Hana. I obviously want you. I came all the way here to make this work with you.” He huffs out, his eyes boring holes into the top of your bowing head.
“Tell me you understand or it’s going to be that much more work to make this happen.” Taehyung steps closer to you, reaching for your hand.
“We have a lot to work through y/n. This isn’t the island anymore. This is both of our real lives and we’re intertwining them. At least I want to.” His thumb starts rubbing your skin and you feel yourself grow warm. You finally lift your head and gaze into his dark, dark eyes. He is staring at you with so much intensity that you automatically feel intimidated.
“Tell me you will be patient. Tell me you want this. Fuck, tell me you love me.” Taehyung keeps his deep voice low, but you can hear the frustration throughout his words.
“I love you.” You stumble forward until you are embracing him again. “I love you so much.” You begin to cry again, much more softly this time. “I will do anything to make sure this works Taehyung.”
Taehyung can’t help but smile a little, he places a kiss to the top of your head and he sniffs you. Same shampoo as what you had on the island. He feels his eyes sting a bit, the memories of the island beginning to haunt him.
“Anything?” he whispers and you nod your head frantically.
“Let my mom teach you how to make japchae. Then make it for me.”
“You’ll eat it even if it’s bad?”
“Even if it’s bad.”
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“Very good to meet you, Taehyung.” Your mother drops her hand from his as she eyes him over. “You really spent every day with our y/n? For 8 months? Aren’t you tired of her?” she half jokes.
“I could never.” He replies smoothly. “And it’s also nice meeting you Mr. y/L/n” Taehyung reaches out to shake your dads hand when your father takes it but pulls him in for a tight hug.
“You took care of y/n all that time…” Your dad hugs Taehyung gratefully, taking a moment before he pulls back. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“She took care of me too.” Taehyung smiles as your dad pulls away from him. “Always made me breakfast.” He teases, stealing a glance at you. You are standing here next to him with an awkward smile on your face.
“It wasn’t much…” you say quietly. “Anyway, we should go get our table.”
“I got it!” Ellie comes up to you four, “Let’s go.”
You all follow Ellie to a table for 6. You guys occupy 5 of those spots, your mother uses the extra chair for her purse. The server sets down your menus and takes out his little notepad to take down your drink orders.
A sweet tea for your mother, a coke for your father, waters for both you and Taehyung and a vodka sprite for your sister. You give her a look of amusement before you stop your server from leaving and ordering your own spiked drink.
“Careful girls.” Your mother warns. “There’s no need to get drunk.”
“Oh its one drink mother.” You sister scoffs. “Plus I think y/n could use it.”
“And why is that?” Your dad suddenly becomes interested in your conversation. “Is everything okay? How is work going? Are you making friends?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You wave him off, “It’s just…this dinner serves two purposes.” You admit, your eyes darting all across the room.
“Which are?” your mom narrows her eyes at you. “I know one is to meet your little boyfriend. But what’s the other?”
Boyfriend? Is Taehyung your boyfriend? You guys haven’t discussed it. You only said you two will make it work but what all does that mean?
“Well…” you begin to feel small under your mothers gaze. “I am….” You find it hard to gather the words and the courage to finish your sentence. You feel like the lights above you are too bright, too hot and causing you to sweat slightly.
Suddenly, you feel Taehyung’s large hand caressing and squeezing your thigh. Your head whips up to face him and he is already staring at you with a small smile.
“She’s coming back with me to Korea.” Taehyung states while he continues to look at you, finally, he turns his head to face your parents.
Your mother quite literally chokes on her spit, her eyes expanding twice their size as she looks at the two of you. Your dad rubs her back, trying to calm her.
“She’s what now?” You mother coughs out, “I don’t think I heard that right.”
Your sister looks between the four of you with a wide grin on her face.
“Oh mother dearest…” Elli sings out. “I think you did hear that right.”
“You’re …you’re moving to Korea?”
“Yes.” Ellie jumps in but you twist your head to look at her disapprovingly.
“No…no, just going to visit.” You finally find the courage to say. “For three weeks.”
Your mother scrunches her face up, a look of disappointment on her face.
“y/n. You just started a new job. Don’t you think this is rather irresponsible?”
“It’s only for three weeks darling.” Your dad finally says something. “Right y/n?”
You nibble on your bottom lip and nod your head a few times.
“For now.” Taehyung cuts in. His hand continues to rub your thigh and you hate to admit how much feeling his hand on your thigh makes you feel so good.
“Wait.” You snap out of your thoughts, “What do you mean ‘for now’, huh?”
Taehyung looks down at the table, about to respond to you when the server comes back with your drinks.
“Your tea mam…” the server sets down the tea in front of your mother and she barely reacts. She only blinks at you and Taehyung, her face gone pale.
“Yes, Taehyung.” She starts, “What do you mean for now?”
Taehyung opens his mouth but closes it just as quickly. He turns to face you and he awkwardly smiles.
“I feel like that’s something we have to talk about…just me and you.”
“If it’s something just us to discuss then why bring it up in front of my parents?” You grit out nervously.
“Right…sorry.” Taehyung mumbles, he reaches for his water that the server just set down. “You’re in this right?” He asks before taking a sip of his water. “With me?”
You blink at him a few times before glancing at your parents, they look at you with curiosity. Then your eyes find your sisters who is drinking her vodka sprite with a smug smile.
“Yeah y/n.” Ellie takes a few sips. “Are you in this?” Then you feel her kick your foot with hers.
“Y-Yes.” You say, a bit shy. But Taehyung finds himself relaxing.
“Then, for now.” He repeats himself from earlier, “One day we will live together, don’t you think? But don’t worry it’s up for debate where.”
“L-Live together?” you get out awkwardly.
“If you remember correctly y/n, it’s not like we haven’t lived together before.” He squeezes your thigh. “Don’t worry it’s something we will get to…slowly.”
You nod your head in understanding and face your parents. You exhale a deep breath and find your mothers eyes.
“I will be leaving tomorrow for 3 weeks. Taehyung and I…” Your eyes slide to your side where Taehyung is sitting. “We have a lot to work through. I’m sure you can be understanding of our situation.”
“Of course sweetheart.” Your dad smiles at you, but your mother is shaking her head.
“You didn’t even want to reach out to him? You think you can enter a relationship when you didn’t even want to talk to him?” Your mother snaps at you. She crushes the napkin in her fists as she speaks. “You can’t handle this y/n.” she looks at you with cold eyes.
“Mom—”
“She can.” Taehyung cuts in, “She is stronger than you give her credit for Mrs. y/l/n.”
Your mother scoffs at this, she throws her napkin in her lap and shakes her head.
“You don’t know her then. Taehyung.”
You feel yourself grow smaller and smaller as your mother continues to bash you. You try to even your breathing but her words carry weight.
“Jesus Christ, mother.” Ellie cuts in. “Do you even know the first thing there is to know about y/n?”
“I think I know my daughter well enough that when there is the first sign of something not working she runs away.”
“So what?” Taehyung growls. “So I am supposed to abandon her because she has personal shit to work through?”
“Tae…” you mumble weakly, “Let’s just go…”
Your sister finishes her drink and slams it down on the table, she looks at you with eyes on fire.
“Really y/n? Just going to prove her point like that?” Ellie hardens her expression as she stares at you waiting for your reply.
You feel weak. But your sister is right. You can’t let your mother win every time.
“Listen, you can agree or disagree but I am going.” You look your mother right in the eye. “I love him. And we have a lot to work through if we want this.” You say honestly. “So, whether you guys agree or not, I am going.”
“Of course we agree.” Your dad continues to rub your mothers back. “Your mom is just worried about you.”
“I’ll return home in three weeks.” You say confidently until you notice your mother’s eyes glossed over.
“Will you though? I thought I lost you. Now you want to disappear again.” Your mom says quietly. “He’s the reason you were gone for 8 months.” She points at Taehyung. “And now he wants to steal you away again.”
You pinch your brows together and try to breath evenly as your mom’s words sink in. She blames Taehyung for the island?
“It’s not his fault for the island mom…” you look between her and your sister, looking for answers. Ellie just shrugs.
“It doesn’t matter what I think, right?” your mother spits out. “Just do what you want y/n.”
“I will?” you say slowly. “That’s kind of the whole point.”
“You leave tomorrow?” Your father asks, still rubbing your mothers back.
“Flight is at 10 am.” You respond, “I promise I will be back.”
“She will come back.” Taehyung says softly, the guilt evident in his voice. “You can trust me to take care of her.”
“Okay, then that’s all settled!” Your dad claps his hands together. “Should we order some food? You kids get what you want, we’re paying tonight.”
~~~~
“Do you want to take a shower…with me?” Your timid voice shakes a little as you ask Taehyung if he wants to you know, fucking shower with you.
His eyes rake over your body, you are wearing just a towel and his eyes widen at the sight. Your skin looks so soft, so delectable. Your towel barely covering the entirety of your breasts and it doesn’t help how short it is, your thighs so exposed. Your hair falls over your shoulders and your collarbone begs to be kissed.
Taehyung shakes these thoughts from his mind and looks up at you from his spot on the couch.
“I can’t…” he says slowly, “I am serious about going slow.”
“You don’t have to fuck me.” You put it bluntly. “I just miss you. Want to be close to you.”
“You won’t tempt me?” he rises from the sofa. “The most you are allowed to touch me is washing my hair.” He states.
“Okay.” You agree quickly. “Come shower with me.” You reach for his hand and he immediately wraps his fingers around yours, making you get all warm and gooey inside.
“I missed you too.” He whispers, following you into the bathroom. “Missed you so much.”
You take a step away from him and gesture for him to take off his clothes. He raises a brow at you and lifts his hands up.
“Take my clothes off for me.” He lightly teases, “But don’t let your hands linger.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes but you do as he says. You pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and then your hands go to his pants. Your fingers quickly try to slide down his zipper and drag his jeans down leg by leg. He kicks them off to the side as you reach for the waistband of his briefs. You lick your lips as you slowly slide them down his legs, his cock springing free. He isn’t hard, not that hard at least, but his size is still impressive.
“Turn the water on babe.” He points towards the shower, “And lose the towel.”
You let the towel drop to the floor as you walk towards your shower, Taehyung watches your ass as you walk. He can’t help but bite down on his plump bottom lip, just watching you. He wishes he could take you by the hair, bend you over and fuck you for hours. But he’s afraid at this point the only sex he can have with you is angry, hate sex. And he wants his first time with you again to be full of love and nothing but.
“Make the water nice and warm.” He softly commands.
You twist the knob, making the water run in hot streams. It warms up quickly so you grab Taehyung’s hand and lead him into the shower.
The water stings a bit as it hits your back but you throw your head back anyway and let it wash over you fully.
“Shampoo.” You tell Taehyung and he is already squeezing it into his hand. You walk forward until you are touching Taehyung, chest to chest. He gulps when he feels your nipples grazing his skin.
“Close your eyes.” He commands. “I’m going to wash your hair now.” He massages your head tenderly, your hair turning into a soapy mess. “Rinse now.” He pushes you back until you are back under water.
This continues on, he rubs conditioner in your hair and then takes your washrag and pumps some body wash into it.
“Going to clean you.” He says lowly, “Is that okay?”
“Mhm.” You swallow down your nerves and agree to him touching you. First he moves your hair back and starts at your shoulders. He scrubs them slowly, the soap and water falling down your chest and your arms. Taehyung follows the soap, his eyes traveling all down your body.
“Have you lost weight?” he asks, slightly concerned.
You feel yourself blush.
“Maybe a little.”
“Why?”
“You weren’t the only one going through a hard time, Tae.”
Taehyung nods his head slowly, his hand lowering itself until he is scrubbing at your stomach. He watches all the bubbles form on your skin and he actually feels jealous over fucking bubbles. He gulps, thinking about how these bubbles get to slide down your stomach, how they get to travel down to your pussy.
“y/n…” Taehyung’s deep voice startles you, you are so lost in the way he cleans you. You feel yourself grow more and more frustrated by the way he touches you and you know it will go nowhere.
“Yes?” you say breathlessly. “What’s up?”
“I’m going to clean…” he clears his throat. “Everywhere.” He warns.
You feel your knees go weak at his words, you try your hardest not to rub your thighs together but you can’t help it.
“Okay.” You murmur.
Taehyung’s hands glides down your lower stomach, making you tense. Then his fingers find your pussy and he is rubbing his fingers over it, nice and slow.
“Did you fuck anyone else?” his low voice asks you.
“N-No.” you shake your head, your knees starting to shake from how weak you are.
Taehyung’s fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it. You fall forward a little, your head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as he feels you.
“You didn’t?” He asks again, his deep voice rumbling. “You’re sure?” He starts rubbing faster.
“I promise, Taehyung.” You moan into his shoulder. “You’re the only one I have been with.”
“Then I’ll reward you.” He whispers, “With my fingers.”
His fingers slide down to your hole and he inserts not one, but two fingers into your lonely, desperate cunt.
“Did you ever touch yourself?” he breathes out roughly. “And think of me?���
“Yes.” You pant, “All the time.”
His fingers start thrusting in and out of you quickly. They are so long, so beautiful. You have missed his fingers so much, it’s ridiculous.
“You only came to the thought me?” His breaths are erratic as he speaks. “Because for me, I only thought of you.”
“Yes Tae, yes.”
He finally adds in a third finger, making you feel fuller and fuller. He curls his fingers making you tense, he starts scissoring his fingers, they brush against your special spots and you groan out loud. There’s no way you are lasting another 30 seconds.
“Please let me touch you.” You start to beg, but Taehyung just thrusts his fingers in and out of you faster and harder.
“Please.” You beg again, you squeeze his shoulders with your hands. “I have missed you so much, need to touch you.”
“No.” Taehyung gets out roughly, “No…”
His other hands fingers finds your clit again and starts focusing his energy there, he rubs your clits so expertly that your knees finally give out on you as you start coming all over his hands.
“Ahhhh. Fuck,” your erratic breaths hit the skin of his shoulder as you come undone. “Fuck…” you bite down on his shoulder. Taehyung isn’t much better, his own breaths uneven.
“I don’t deserve you.” Taehyung whispers in your ear. “You’re too good for me.”
“I’m the one who is undeserving.” You admit softly as you steady your breaths. “Please tell me you will sleep with me tonight…in my bed, I mean.”
“Maybe.”
~
“Please come to bed with me, Tae.” You stand over him as he lays on the couch. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“I don’t trust myself.” He says with his hands behind his head, eyes closed.
“Why are…why are you stopping yourself from being affectionate with me? Why wouldn’t you let me touch you?” you squat down next to him, your face now closer to his.
“Because I don’t deserve you. To be touched by you.” He says softly. “You didn’t sleep with anyone else.” He murmurs, “You stayed loyal to me, despite not knowing when you would see me. But I…” he opens his eyes, he turns his head to face you. “But I did.”
You feel your stomach twist and turn, your heart falling and falling deep into your lower stomach. Hana.
“Why did you do it?” You finally ask, “Why did you feel the need to sleep with her?”
“I was in a dark place, y/n.” Taehyung groans, “The girl I was in love with…am in love with…wanted nothing to do with me.” He looks at you with hard eyes.
“But I hate myself for it.” He admits, “I should have found you sooner, I should have—”
“Tae.” You cut him off before he gets too choked up. “Let’s talk properly. From the beginning.”
“The beginning?” he blinks at you. “Ah. The island. Our fight before we got separated.”
“Yes…” you sit down on the floor, crossing your legs. “I am so sorry. I loved you then just like how I love you now.” You take a deep breath. “My mom isn’t so wrong about me. I ran away when things got hard, or got complicated.” You chuckle bitterly. “But I didn’t think I would wake up and find you to be gone from me, my life.”
“I know…” Taehyung whispers.
“But…” you begin again, “It gives me a whole new appreciation for goodbyes. I should have never let us go to sleep like that, in the middle of a fight, and I will never let that happen again.”
“y/n…” He sits up from his place on the couch and pats the spot next to him, you get up and sit down on the sofa.
“I don’t think the company forced us to have feelings for one another. Because here I am in the real world, so ridiculously in love with you.” you say a bit quietly. “I should have trusted you. Trusted myself. I promise you Taehyung, I will never doubt you again. So tell me how you feel about me and I will believe every word…even if it isn’t all positive.”
Taehyung nods his head as he stares at his feet, his hand goes to your thigh and he starts rubbing it soothingly.
“I love you.” He says after a few moments of silence, “But I am still really hurt over everything. A big part of me keeps telling me you were never going to reach out. That part of me terrorizes me. It screams at me that you don’t actually love me.” He admits lowly, “But hearing you now…it helps.” He says, still rubbing your thigh. “I think I believe in you. Even if you don’t believe in yourself…I really think you would have reached out.” He tells himself more than you. “I have to believe that.” He closes his eyes and is silent for a few more moments.
“Taehyung—”
“Tell me I’m right.” He says desperately. “Just tell me I am right.”
“You’re right.” You say even if you aren’t so sure yourself. “You’re right, babe.”
“You know I don’t play games and I like for everything to be out in the open so I am going to tell you all of my intentions.” Taehyung opens his eyes to look at you.
“Okay.” You gulp.
“I love you and only you.” He begins. “I want this to work for the long run. I want you to meet my family, meet my friends and I want to see how everything goes.” He squeezes your knee. “I’m hoping the visit goes amazing so we can discuss the next steps.”
“Which are?”
“I don’t want to do long distance, y/n…” he brings his hand back to his own body, “I want to live closer to you. Even if that means I have to move here but honestly I think you will really like it in Korea…”
“You want to move together? Like, live together?”
“You already know we can do it. We make pretty good roommates.” He teases, bumping his shoulder into yours.
“Okay, true…”
“Then you realize the things that come after that right?” he says with a smirk on his face. “But first, let’s take these next three weeks as slow as possible. Let’s get to know one another all over again. To see if this really works outside the island.”
“Why do I feel like you are testing me?” you ask with a frown but Taehyung gives you a stern look and shakes his head.
“You’re technically testing me too.” He says, “We need to see if this works.”
“Okay, I get it.”
“I want to officially take you out. On a real date.” He whispers, “Would you like that?”
You feel your blush deepening on your face, your hand goes to your cheek just to feel how warm it is.
“Yes.” You mumble.
“Need to hear you loud and clear baby.”
“Yes.” You say a bit louder and Taehyung’s hand goes back to your thigh, he starts rubbing up and down your leg.
“That’s my good girl.” He leans in to kiss the side of your neck and you feel your whole body go tense under his lips touching your skin.
“Taehyung…” you moan out, closing your eyes. “I miss you.”
“I’m right here.” He whispers into your neck, placing another kiss then he leans away. “Go to bed.” His deep voice echoes.
“Come with me.”
“Not yet baby.”
You slump your shoulders in disappointment. Why is he being so difficult?
“Just to sleep.”
“I can’t control myself around you y/n. Please respect my decision.” He ushers you to stand him so he can lay back down on the couch. You stand up and hover over him for a moment.
“Can I kiss you goodnight?” you asks timidly. Taehyung gnaws on his lips before he is waving you off.
“Please just go to sleep.” He somewhat begs. “I’ll see you in the morning, make sure you’re all packed.”
~~~~~
You are nervous. Nervous as fuck, actually. You and Taehyung just arrived in Korea and even the air is different. You can’t believe you’re actually here, you can’t believe you really got on that plane and flew all the way to Taehyung’s home—the place you were so curious about when you first met him.
Taehyung seems different. Like, being home is showing a whole new side of him. He looks happy, giddy even. He holds your hand tightly as you both walk the streets with your luggage. You two got dropped off from your taxi a couple blocks away from his apartment so he could show you some shops he loves to go to.
“This bar here is quite popular between my friends and I.” he points at a little bar and you just nod your head.
“Looks nice.” You say with starry eyes. “Everything looks nice, actually.”
“We will be going there tomorrow night when we meet up with everyone. My friends-that is.” He squeezes your hand. “Tonight we can go to my parent’s house for dinner. How’s that sound?”
“Already?” you look down at your shoes as you walk. “I thought we could just relax today…”
“It’s like 8 in the morning. There’s plenty of time for a nap.” He comments nonchalantly. “Look, I’m just really excited for you to meet everyone. I understand though…if you want to take a few days…”
“No, no. It’s okay.” You shake your head, you two continue walking until he stops, making you stop.
“We’re here. My apartment.” He points up at the building and you take a deep breath.
“Are you going to make me sleep on the couch?” you half joke and he pulls you into his side, hugging you.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He teases.
You both walk up to his apartment and enter the small place—you say small, but it is bigger than your place and much nicer. How does Taehyung afford this?
“My parents help out…” he admits as if reading your mind. “That’s how I got such a nice place.”
“Ah I see. That’s great!”
“Ever since the island my dad has been super supportive of my music, always just wanting the best for me.” He grins sheepishly. “It’s different but it’s nice.”
“I’m happy for you…I can’t wait to meet your parents.” You place your suitcase and backpack down on the floor, Taehyung does the same.
“Let me give you a tour.” He smiles, taking your hand.
You follow him around as he shows you his apartment, you two take a moment longer in his bedroom. You slide your fingers against his beds blanket, and admire the art on his walls.
“Yes, you will be sleeping in here.” He huffs out dramatically, “I haven’t decided where I am sleeping though.”
“Take a nap with me…” you walk closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Just an innocent nap” you lean into him, your warm mouth at his ear. “Innocent, I promise.” You lean back a bit to see how pink Taehyung is becoming, his face flushing and his body tensing.
“No…” he stutters, “I can’t.” but he can’t help his own hands from wrapping around your waist. He pulls you in closer to his body and breathes you in. God, this is pure fucking torture. He can’t help the way his breathes become rougher, slightly uneven.
“Fuck…” he breathes out. “I want to kiss you so bad.” He says as he grows weaker and weaker in your grasp.
“Then kiss me, Tae.”
“Maybe our first date.” He teases, his hands going lower until they are gripping your hips. “Please tell me you’ll let me take you out this Friday?”
“I have to wait that long?”
“Only 4 days baby.”
“4 days too many.” You pout…”But you are worth the wait.” You lean up and kiss his cheek.
Taehyung slowly closes his eyes, the urge to kiss you stupid is strong. The urge to rip your clothes off and fuck you? Even stronger.
“y/n…” he warns. “Hurry up and take your nap. I’m going to let the guys know we made it,” he says, pulling out his phone.
You bite your lips while nodding your head in understanding. You pull away from Taehyung and pull off your shirt, and slip off your jeans.
“W-What are you doing?” Taehyung blushes as he watches you undress.
“Changing.” You shrug, you walk towards his drawers and open them up one by one, trying to find yourself one of his t shirts.
“You are really testing me, aren’t you?” he bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes scanning your exposed body. “You really want me to slip those panties off and fuck you silly?” he walks closer to you, putting his phone in his back pocket. He crosses his arms over his chest and eyes you.
“Keep going.” He orders. “Take off the rest of your clothes. Sleep in nothing but the t shirt.”
Your head snaps up to face him and you see how serious he is. You swallow down your spit as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra. It falls to the floor and you feel the cool air hardening your buds.
“Panties too.” Taehyung commands, “Take them off slowly though.”
You nod, your hands going to the waistband of your panties, you slowly drag one side down and then the other. You begin to slide them down one leg at a time when you hear Taehyung tsk.
“Slower.” He says sternly. “I said slow.”
You drag them down slower now, they are barely at your thighs when Taehyung takes long strides to meet you. He slaps your hands away and his own hands go to your underwear.
“Like this.” He begins showing you, “Nice and slow. Let the anticipation build.”
He slides them off you so fucking slowly, when they get to your knees he pauses, his eyes traveling up to your exposed pussy. He licks his drying lips and groans.
“I can smell you baby. You’re wet.”
You throw your head back, feeling embarrassed. You squeeze your thighs together when he starts dragging the panties down again. When they’re finally at your ankles, you kick them away.
“You got wet from something like this?” he quirks a brow at you, amusement written all over his face.
“I can’t help it Tae, I need you.”
“You are so greedy,” Taehyung walks closer to you, his fingers sliding up your arms. “You just had my fingers in the shower, now you already need more?”
“I’ll always need more until you let me have you.” You admit between bated breaths.
“Oh is that so?” he teases, his fingers traveling up towards your neck. His fingers wrap around your throat, he squeezes and walks you backwards until your body is against the wall.
“You want to come?” He squeezes your throat just a bit tighter.
“Yes.” You squeak out, you can’t help but swivel your hips.
“My greedy girl wants to come?” he asks again, his other hand gripping your hips. “Then come. Touch yourself.”
“T-Touch myself?” your eyes widen, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb baby, take your fingers and rub that clit for me.” He says while squeezing your throat lightly. You feel yourself grow more and more turned on. Your hand reaches down between your legs, and your fingers find your swollen, aching clit.
“How does that feel babe? To finally be touched?” he asks, his hand never leaving your throat as his other hand massages your hip. “I want you coming all over your fingers.”
You rub your clit faster and faster, you’re slowly closing your eyes when Taehyung squeezes your throat a bit harder.
“No.” he says. “You have to keep your eyes on me.”
You open them wider, you stare up at Taehyung, his gaze is dark and intense. Your lips part as you moan out, your whines and whimpers all directed towards Taehyung.
“Mm.” you moan, “Feels good, Tae.” You rub tight, focused circles on your little bundle of nerves, you quickly feel your high approaching. The entire situation making you feel so fucking turned on. Taehyung looks so fucked out as he watches you. His eyes glazed over in lust.
“You going to come?” he asks breathlessly. “Because of me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” You pant out, “I’m so close.” You tense your whole body as waves of your orgasm begin crashing over you. Your fingers keep going as you ride it out and your head hits the wall as you finally finish.
Taehyung loosens his grip on your neck, and pulls you in for a hug. He brings your naked body to his and he inhales you. Before you can wrap your arms around him and hug him back, Taehyung is grabbing your hand and leading you towards the bed.
“Lay down.” He orders. “Now.”
You give Taehyung a look of question but you do as he says. You lay down on the bed and wait for him to instruct you further.
“Spread your legs.”
You do as he says, spreading your legs nice and wide. You don’t know what to expect though, you eye him curiously.
“Place your fingers at your pussy.” He continues to instruct you. “Yes, like that…now gather your juices for me baby.” He walks over, gets on the bed between your legs. He crawls up your body until his face is in front of your face.
“Get your fingers soaked for me.” He kisses the side of your neck.
You get your fingers nice and wet and you bring them up between your faces, showing him.
“Good. Now let me taste.” He says, “This is the only way I deserve to taste you.”
You frown at that, but you push your fingers past his lips nonetheless.
Taehyung’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue swirls around your fingers, he can’t help but groan as he tastes you. You pull your fingers out of his warm mouth and gather more of your pussy juices. You then bring your fingers to his lips again, pushing past them so he can taste you again and again.
“How do I taste?” You breathe out, “Good?”
“My fucking favorite flavor.” He moans, “Taste yourself.” He commands, taking your hand in his, dipping it between your legs, so your fingers can gather your cum. Then he is bringing your hand back between your faces, and sticking your fingers in your mouth.
“Taste.” He orders quietly.
You lick up your fingers, moaning at your situation.
“I want you Taehyung.” You whisper desperately. “I need you.”
Taehyung bows his head down, breathing roughly at your words. He wants you too. He needs you too. But he still isn’t in the right place to fuck you. He wants this first time to be more than a fuck. He wants to make love to you. He also feels like he doesn’t deserve you now. He feels like shit.
“Not yet.” He breathes out harshly. “But maybe soon.” He struggles to find a steady breath.
“Taehyung…” you whine.
Taehyung rolls off your body, stands to his feet and grabs the t shirt you were going to use. He throws it over to you.
“Put this on and take your nap.” He says softly.
You listen, as usual. You pull the shirt over your head and through your arms and get up to clean yourself off.
Taehyung stands at his window, deep in thought. He wants you. He needs you. He loves you. He’s sure of all three of these things. But it’s too soon to think he has forgiven you isn’t it? It’s too soon to think he’s over it. He wants to be over it, of course. But he knows it is too soon to think he is.
“I guess I will take a nap now.” You announce your presence once again. You pull back Taehyung’s covers and slip inside the bed. The entire bed smells just like him. You pull the blanket to your nose and inhale it, you turn to your side and stuff your face in his pillow, inhaling that as well. Everything smells just like him. It makes you feel weak.
“Okay babe.”
You feel your eyes sting just a bit, the reality is Taehyung is still distancing himself from you. And that makes you feel small, makes you feel weak. You aren’t satisfied with anything. No attention he gives you feels like enough.
“Taehyung?” You call out for him, your voice small. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
Taehyung leans away from the window and walks over to his bed. He sits on the edge, just staring at you.
“Sure.”
You nod gratefully, you reach out for his hand and he gives it to you.
“This will be a perfect 3 weeks, I swear.” You promise to Taehyung. He feels his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“I know.” He responds in a whisper.
“You are going to fall even more in love with me.” Your voice cracks, your eyes filling with tears.
“I know.” He says quietly.
“You’re never going to want me to leave.”
“I know.”
“You are going to beg me to stay.” You choke on your words and he squeezes your hand.
“I know.”
And he is afraid of that…that he is going to beg you to stay but you will say no. You have your own life at your own home. He knows this is going to take work, he knows this is going to take time. He knows this. But fuck, he is ready to do everything with you. But he knows he needs to take it slow.
“You are going to be so in love with me by the end of this.” You silently cry.
Taehyung feels his heart pinch in his chest, he feels it struggling to find a beat. He knows this. He knows he is so in love with you and the more time he spends with you, it will grow. But do you feel the same? Do you really? You weren’t ever going to reach out, were you? He knows the answer deep down. The same thought fucking haunts him.
“I know.”
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poe dameron relationship alphabet
requested by....me, bitch. has one very minor reference to adult themes.
a - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o?
poe is all about physical touch. not just the bog standard hugging and kissing, but small, intimate actions. he likes holding your hand under the table at breakfast and during meetings, and he’ll keep one on the small of your back as you walk through the corridors of the resistance base. at night, the bare minimum for poe is tangling your fingers together - but most the time, he’s gonna basically sleep on top of you.
b - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed?
in the beginning, poe would have been acting solely on his physical attraction to you - i’m talking flirty comments, winking at you across the room and doing everything within his power to try and romance you into going on a date with him (whilst still absolutely respecting your boundaries, of course). once he realises your personality, the man is tripping and fucking falling for you - so nothing about his attraction to you changes. it just gets deeper, and your connection becomes stronger. he still likes your butt tho.
c - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery?
he’d try to keep the mystery in the beginning, but he’s so chill around you that it’s gone within the first few months. he’s prepared to be unhealthily close. like lilly & marshal from how i met your mother close.
d - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer?
once you’re together, he’ll try and take you on a date at least once a fortnight - and it’s only because leia gently told him that your nightly rituals of eating pizza in your pajamas didn’t count as a date. smh.
e - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop thw question?
it probably won’t be a proper proposal. chances are, poe will say ‘hey, let’s get married!’ and...yeah. it’s both underwhelming and overwhelming all at once, so really, it’s perfect.
f - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship?
being each other’s ride or die, and also having a good chemistry. i understand those are two completely different things, but poe needs an s.o who will give their everything to him, as well as one who he can verbally and mentally spar with someone. someone who will help him a hide a body, but also someone who can make him laugh (and i hope to the high heavens that those two scenarios are not connected in any way <3)
g - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?
wink wonk. u know how he’s gonna show appreciation.
but also, when he’s a little bit sleepy and a little bit soft, he’ll quietly murmur things to you - the most prevalent one being how he can’t get his head around the fact you’re with him, and how appreciative he is of all the ways you’ve changed his life.
h - home. a random domestic headcanon.
poe refuses to sleep until he knows that both you and bb-8 are ok. in a perfect world, you’d be curled up in bed together (ideally with beebs in his charging port, but there are some things poe just won’t compromise on) but if you’re in separate locations, he just needs a simple message.
i - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it?
literally endless and unbreakable. even if you betrayed him in every way he knew to be possible, he’d still try and find a way to bring you back around.
j - jokes. who’s the funny one?
it’s gotta be him. i’m sorry.
k - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?
poe’s favourite type of kiss is the soft ones you exchange first thing in the morning - but, he also loves the desperate ones after you reunite after a mission. you know the holding onto each other for dear life, teeth clashing, foreheads touching kinda kiss?
l - longing. who’s the clingy one? how are they with long distance?
he is hands down the clingy one. it’s not suffocating, but when he gets into a whiny mood, that’s it. he’s not going anywhere.
m - marriage. do they wanna get married?
ideally, yes. his parents marriage was such a fundamental and important part of his childhood, and he wants to find the same connection with someone.
n - nicknames. what ones do they like?
his favourite for both you and him is babe.
o - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key?
he can be over the top; usually when he’s done something to piss you off, he’ll go absolutely out of the way to pull out all the stops - it’s either to beg for your forgiveness or to distract you from the dumb thing that you’re yet to discover
p - picture. what’s their favourite picture of them and their s.o?
one time, you fell asleep on top of each other in a bar after a few too many drinks. you were laying in his lap, and poe had one hand holding yours as he slumped against finn’s side - the latter of whom got a selfie of the three of you in that very position. it’s poe’s background on his work tablet.
q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what’s a deal-breaker for them?
as aforementioned, there’s very little that could make poe ever turn away from you. you’ve bonded in a way that goes beyond your souls and again, even if you completely and entirely hurt him, he’d still see the good in you.
t - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them?
absolutely!! i reckon it would be something small, maybe on his forearm.
u - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult?
poe would never, ever be difficult with you (not intentionally). if you’re worried about something, he’s gonna listen and make you feel validated, no matter what it is. he’d be willing to sit down for hours on end and listen to you complain about cheese - if anything, he’s just glad to be in a relationship where you get one another
v - vases. do they buy flowers?
yes!! mostly when he hasn’t seen you for a while or to cheer you up.
w - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down?
once the first order is down, he’d want to travel a bit - there’s a lot of the galaxy he hasn’t seen yet, and a lot of different places he wants to explore. he also absolutely wants to try the kessel run. but, once that is all out the way, he’d definitely want to settle down somewhere. he needs it, really.
x - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories?
poe probably has a pretty average amount of break-up and relationship horror stories - maybe two or three. of course, he’s told you them all.
(there was also one really awks run in with zorii bliss).
y - you. favourite thing about their partner?
poe loves the stability you bring to his life. even when the galaxy is moving at a million miles an hour, it slows down when he’s with you. you’re the one he can always count on, and the one he can always turn to you. he can rely on you for anything & you can both sleep safe knowing you have each other’s backs. he also loves that he can laugh with you.
z - zeal. how excitable are they? who’s the calm one?
poe is absolutely the excitable one. he can be calm when need be, but his upbeat and optimistic attitude is one of the things that made you fall in love with him
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Protégé
pairing: red hood!jason todd x robin!reader, slow burn
warning: swearing
a/n: for context, this is somewhat loosely based off of Battle for the Cowl (2009) which I definitely recommend as a read!
There was something about falling that you would never, ever get tired of.
Ever.
Probably.
With the wind whistling in your ears, your hair floating up in a million directions, and your limbs seemingly weightless as the buildings and lights blurred into one endless streak of color, the rush of adrenaline that ran through your body right before your grappling hook shot out and you landed quietly on the concrete was about a million times better than any sparring session back at the cave.
You grinned as you straightened, rather proud of the fact that you had actually managed to land so smoothly without nearly paralyzing yourself. Again.The landing was something you had been working on for a while now.
You could practically hear Bruce’s voice ringing through your head after your little stunt, lamenting on and on about how you had more important things to focus on during patrols, and you let out a sigh as you ran down the backway of the nearly empty streets.
The heavy man who had been bound up with a decently made gag and one of Bruce’s fancy tech pieces (Batcuffs, maybe? Something else with Bat smacked in front of it?) grunted beside you.
“What? Not like you had someplace to be.” You grabbed the back of his rather tacky-looking spandex suit to drag him along back to where your mentor was supposed to be.
Despite your (many) disagreements and his (many) criticisms of your hand-to-hand combat skills, attitude issues, and pretty much everything else relating to you, Bruce had actually still allowed you to go off on your own tonight. It might’ve been because he wanted a few hours of nothing but beating up petty criminals by himself for stress-relief, it might’ve been because he had started trying out that whole independence thing with you a little more (even though you were still only permitted to be about five blocks or so away), it might’ve been plot-convenience - but either way, you appreciated the gesture.
It didn’t take long for you to pull your new friend over to what should’ve been your rendezvous point with Batman, letting the man drop with a dull thud and a grunt of protest against the concrete as you glanced around for the other man. You weren’t particularly concerned by the fact that the Bat himself wasn’t there yet - after all, he was the goddamn Batman. He’d show up eventually. In the meanwhile, you decided to go over the information you had gotten on the criminal with you.
Just for the sake of it. Bruce would make you go over it anyways.
“Drury Walker, thirty-two years old, found him trying to mug someone in a back alley and make an escape. Called himself…” you paused, looking down at his sorry-looking outfit for a few moments while he looked up at you with murder and vengence in his eyes. “...Killer Moth.”
“Killer Moth?” A completely new voice repeated in disbelief, causing you to immediately whirl around to face them in a fight stance, heart racing at a million miles per hour. The guy in front of you had his hands up in the air, his face concealed with some sort of red knock-off Iron Man helmet. He was gonna get copyrighted by Marvel Studios. “Shit, sorry,” he started at the sight of you, still leaning up against one of the walls. “I was supposed to make a wholeass dramatic entrance, but you said his name was Killer Moth and that-” The man made a noise that was either a sharp cough or a laugh of some kind. “-sounded so fucking lame I couldn’t help myself.”
Despite the fact that you were definitely in some sort of major trouble with this new guy, he really did have a point. Even Killer Moth himself would’ve been embarrassed by how trash his name was, if not for the fact that he looked like he was on the verge of an aneurysm - understandably so, since the new guy had produced not one, but two guns out of apparently nowhere.
“And let me guess,” he continued, pointing one of them at your head, his tone still all-too light and easy. “You must be the Bat’s brand-new Robin.”
Now this is where most people would've shut up and proceeded to be complicit with the dude holding two guns. But Batman hadn’t seen reason and made you his (sort of) partner because you were like other people. Hell no.
“Do I look like a traffic signal to you?” It had been the very first of your amendments with Bruce. You would not be fighting crime looking like a literal traffic signal or, at best, a clown from Haly’s Circus. And the tiny green shorts had to go. “Or Robin Hood?” The guy had a rather awkward pause where his gun sort of dipped. Killer Moth was looking between you with wide eyes. “Do I?”
“I guess you kinda got a point.” You huffed and he raised his gun again, getting more in-your-face as his already angry-looking helmet somehow managed to look angrier. You weren’t exactly sure how a helmet could convey so much emotion. “But you work with Batman. And I heard you went by Robin.”
Okay, so you couldn’t make him change the name, but you had agreed it would be more of an honorary thing.
“It’s complicated.”
Using such a phrase as an excuse to escape from situations you didn’t want to go into was one of the many things you had learned from Bruce in your five months of training. Somehow, that seemed to trigger the guy further.
“So you do work with Batman.”
Before he could do something actually insane, you had managed to push the gun pointed at your head away from you, using his brief second of surprise to take it out of his hands, kick him in the chest, and round back on him with it in hand.
“And what about it?”
As cool as you thought you might’ve sounded didn’t cover for the fact that you were still nerve-wracked about what was happening right then. Especially after the guy started to dramatically slow-clap like some sort of evil thespian in a high school drama.
“Not bad, Robin. Not bad.” He looked at the gun in your hands and grinned. “If you weren’t Batman’s new replacement sidekick, I might’ve believed you had the balls to use that thing.”
Now, you were an excellent fighter. You had to be, after your excessive training with the guy who had literally mastered about every martial art in existence during his (give or take) five year-long mission to find himself. Plus, some personal experience. But fighting someone like this guy? Built like a tank and padded up in a whole lot of armor and packing an assortment of knives, guns, and even a damn taser you got a first-hand taste of?
You fought hard, but about five minutes and another round of the taser later, you saw the knock-off Iron Man helmet staring down at you before the world went black.
~*~
You woke up in what you assumed was the self-dubbed Red Hood’s safehouse of sorts.
“How the hell did he rope you into this shit?” he demanded with what you could only assume was him glaring at you through the helmet. Probably some expression that made someone look all angsty and annoyed - which was fair, since he had been trying to drill you for information you straight up refused to give while bound (way too tightly) to a chair for quite some time now. Rather rude. “Let me guess. You watched your parents die.” You stared at him before shrugging.
“Nope.”
“Oh, so they just went ahead and died somehow. Untimely accident caused by some psycho bitch in a Spirit Halloween costume.”
“…nope.”
“They abandoned you as a child.”
“No, they didn’t - does divorce count?”
Red Hoodlum’s hands kept clenching and unclenching while he stood there, staring at the wall behind you in silence. From the way his chest kept rising and falling, you were tempted to believe he was practicing breathing exercises amidst his rather violent twitching.
“Divorce - what the hell is your trauma supposed to be? Why did he pick you?!”
“Hey, just because my trauma doesn’t include people dying doesn’t make it any less traumatic,” you scoffed in response, knowing you were absolutely right about that. Your middle school guidance counselor had said so (and it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, trauma comes in many forms!). “Kinda rude to assume it didn’t affect me somehow.”
He seemed rather abashed at that and you heard him clear his throat a little.
“...right, yeah. Sorry.”
“Apology accepted - can you loosen these ropes a little? It’s starting to kinda hurt.”
“Do I look ten? That’s the oldest trick in the book, I’m not gonna-”
“I’m not going to run, just loosen the ropes a little.” He still looked like he didn’t believe you. “Come on, I don’t think I can outrun your guns.” As in his literal array of guns tacked up to the wall behind him, not his gigantic biceps.
And you weren’t too worried about being held hostage by him, either. You figured you had ten minutes tops before Batman burst in through the doorway, ready to give you a lecture on why straying from the specifically designated parts of Gotham he had let you traipse around was a terribly stupid idea.
“No.” He was already walking towards the door, because apparently, he had enough of trying to interrogate you.
“Hold on, I feel like my wrists are actually about to start bleeding or something - where are you going?”
“Keep talking and I’m gonna get the duct tape.”
“Is that a threat?” Sounding more confident than you actually felt should eventually make you more confident. Eventually.
The Red Hood sucked in a breath, stopping by the doorway and turning to face you, reaching into his pockets to get what you assumed was either a gun or duct tape when you both startled from a sudden crash. The man in front of you was already whirling around with two guns positioned to shoot when you heard the familiar voice of someone else.
“Hold your fire, soldier. I’m not here for you.” A pause. “Or I wasn’t, but now I kind of am.”
Apparently, Batman was too busy to save you. Now, you got Nightwing.
And as much as you liked Nightwing, that still kinda stung.
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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣.𝐲𝐧 - [ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟛 ]
pairing: stalker!jaehyun x fem!reader ( ft twice’s tzuyu, loona’s haseul )
word count: 2.4k
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual harassment, mature themes, mentions of drugs, smoking, extreme views, misogyny, yandere themes
a/n: unedited! it’s been forever since I updated this but also considering if I should turn this into a tbz series at my tbz writing blog so we’ll see how this goes.
taglist: I don’t have one yet and I’m seeing how this does since I’m thinking whether I should convert it into a tbz series. Please do lemme know if you guys want to see this continued!
disclaimer: everything written here is FICTIONAL and I am in no way saying that the mentioned characters act like that irl!
masterlist
(inspired by netflix’s you and the book of the same name by caroline kepnes)
The first thing that registers in my mind is how fucking loud this place is. Seriously, what is it with college parties and their inherent need to blast music loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood within a five mile radius? Before I even step within the premises or even make it to the front yard, the whole fraternity house seemed to shake from the loudness of the bass-boosted music when viewed from a distance away. I even had to squint as I approach, the strings of fluorescent party lights draped all over the place glowing so brightly it almost hurt to look straight.
A few drunk college frat boys stumble past me, their hair sticky and messy with sweat and their breaths reeking of cheap alcohol. Their steps are wobbly and I can even see drool and remnants of vomit hanging at the corner of their mouths. My heart clenches with pure disgust and I grit my teeth as I watch them laugh out loud over nothing, their brains a pink, unintelligent mush in their skulls, probably rotted by endless drinking and fucking. All part of the college frat experience.
I wonder if they enjoy being a complete waste of space while wasting mummy and daddy’s money to put them through college.
I look away and ignore the growing irritation in me. This is the sort of party your friends wanted you to go with them to? I thought your friends were bad influences but scratch that, they’re fucking horrible. They taint you, taint your innocence and put you at risk around such dangerous men who do not deserve to be even a mile within your presence. As I walk closer, the house looks even more hideous up close.
It’s decorated in the worst way I’ve seen a house decorated. It’s as if someone threw a bunch of random fairy lights bought in the brightest, blinding neon colours that simply do not go together over a sloppy looking house and the front yard is littered with empty, red plastic cups and is that a discarded bra I see over there?
I tiptoe over the trash laying around on the grass and try to avoid the gyrating bodies of college students who clearly have no sense of rhythm. My skin feels grimy within just a few minutes of being here and I can’t wait to leave but there is no way I’m leaving when I know that you will be here. The thought of you being surrounded by such vermins makes me sick to the stomach and I want to get you out of here. The only place you should rightfully be, is at my place where there are no revolting men who only love to drink cheap alcohol, party till sunrise, get high off smoking a blunt, yell ‘turn up!’ every few minutes as if it’s muscle memory in their tiny, almost non-existent brains and do anything but be a productive member of society.
As I push through the double doors, the nauseating smell containing a mixture of intoxicating alcohol, smoke and cheap cologne almost knocks me backwards. My hand grips tighter to the wooden door and I force myself in. Inside, the house is dim but bright at the same time with disco and laser lights. A massive boombox and a pair of equally large loudspeakers sit at the corner of the room and some hip hop tune is being played while people dance and drink and smoke to their hearts’ delight. You’d never believe these kids were supposed to be the future.
Oh, how disappointed their parents must be.
A girl in skimpy shorts and a tube top looks at me with unadulterated want and beckoning in her eyes while staring at the varsity jacket I’m wearing, no doubt replaying fantasies of fucking a college athlete in her mind and trying to guess which sport I supposedly play. I gaze blankly at them before turning away and I can see her shift from the corner of my eye, obviously bothered by the lack of attention. It’s like I can almost see the gears whirring in her brain. Did she not show enough cleavage? Is more skin needed to get my attention? Sometimes people are so predictable and readable that it’s almost pathetic.
Other times, I might have lowered my standards and settled for a casual fuck with someone like that but not today. Today, I’m a man on a mission. A mission to look out for you.
My eyes scan the room but it’s too dim to see anything within four feet in any direction. The flashing lights threaten to overwhelm me along with the stink of the place and booming music and I can feel my annoyance evolving into anger. I repress the urge to slap the shit out of a guy in a red bandana who screams ‘turn up’ all of sudden, practically effectively bursting my eardrums.
I almost bump into a couple eating each other’s faces out when someone yells out at me.
“Hey, you!”
The music is so loud that I almost don’t hear it. I whip around and sure enough, it’s tube top girl making her way over to me. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Not only do I have to find and save you from this sleazy place and have to squeeze in with a crowd of sweaty, brainless college kids who know nothing but party in a tiny, dirty, smelly frat house but now I also have tube top girl hot on my heels?
The things I do for you, y/n and we haven’t even properly gotten to know each other yet.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Tube top girl smiles and up close, I can see that her mascara is smudged and her hair is slicked back with an unholy amount of gel into a tight little bun which only makes her face look wider and her forehead exposed with a sheen of sweat covering it. Her lipstick is reapplied and I know for a fact that she has done it to impress me. Her top is also inched a little lower, as if that makes her anymore appealing.
I smile in a dismissive way, in a way that showed that I cared, but not really.
“Hey,” I reply flippantly.
“Crazy party huh?” She grins, satisfied that she’s got my attention now. Women.
I let my eyes drift to her breasts and look back up at her expectant, puppy dog eyes that are so eager to please it’s actually embarrassing.
“Yeah.”
“What’s your name? I’m Meg.”
“I’m Jaehyun.”
“You part of any sports team in school?” And just like that I know that tube top girl must have had fantasies of fucking a college athlete.
So predictable.
“Yeah, I’m on the swim team.” I say and her smile widens, a playfulness in her eyes as she leans her chest in closer in what was meant to be a sexy gesture.
“Oh, is that so? I’ve never really talked to a competitive swimmer before,” she replies in a sultry voice and I smirk.
“Well, here I am. Am I every bit of the guy you imagined a college swimmer to be?” I whisper in an equally sultry voice. Let her think she has me wrapped around her finger. It’s easier that way. Better for her to think I’m enthralled with her and her breasts than let her cling onto me the entire night.
“Mhm,” she says, “of course.”
I’m about to reply when something catches my eye. From the window, I see you and your friends stumbling and swaying down the sidewalk, away from the party. Internally, I feel my rage simmering again but not at anyone. At myself.
How was I so late that I didn’t manage to stop this from happening? How are you already drunk? How did this happen?
A million questions are racing through my mind and my vision almost blurs with white hot anger as I imagine a slimy frat guy placing his greasy hands on you while you sit there, drunk and uninhibited in that dress that seemed to accentuate your every single curve. You look simply gorgeous in that dress and I fucking hate to think that other guys in this whole house may have made a pass at you. Why was I so late? Would I have been just a little bit earlier if tube top Meg didn’t stop me? I should have left the moment she decided to strike up conversation. This is my karma for letting other temptations get in the way. I vow to myself that this will never happen again as I extricate myself away from Meg’s clutches (“Hey! Where are you going?” She calls out and I ignore her).
I shove people out of the way and do not care for their protests and yelps. Fuck them and fuck this entire shithole of a house. I scramble through the door and maintain my distance as I follow you and your friends down the pavement and past the buildings within the campus. I watch and cringe as you seem to crumple under the weight of your friends’ arm and quickly realise that you aren’t drunk. Your friends are. Stupidly drunk.
I feel my heart relax and my stomach unclench. Of course, you wouldn’t be. You are good. And smart. Too smart to get drunk in a place like that. You know what are the risks and you are above such parties. Your friends though, I couldn’t say the same. Which brings me back to why you need better friends but that’s besides the point. I can see a few guys hanging at the other side of the street who leer at the group of you, clearly getting their dick hard at the thought of a group of vulnerable girls roaming these empty streets at night.
It’s dangerous. But that’s what I’m here for. They see me next and they look away.
I will do what I can to protect you, y/n. Even if that means protecting your good for nothing friends in the process.
All of a sudden, I see you trip and it’s like everything is in slow motion. You fall forward and I take long strides over, my legs stretching out and rushing to help you. Before your knees can hit the rough ground, I have you in my arms, encircled around your waist as I hold you up. I have your other friend, Haseul upright with my other hand tugging at the collar of her jacket. Your friend Tzuyu is not so fortunate and falls flat but she barely notices it, smiling tipsily to herself instead.
You glance up at me with those large eyes and I could get lost in them right there and then. But as quickly as we have our moment, you move away and I see a hint of suspicion in your eyes. We separate and the moment you extract yourself from my arms, I already want you back. Your touch feels addictive already. What have you done to me?
“Thanks.” You say curtly and I admire the fact that you have boundaries, not like Meg. You are hard to get and that’s what makes you so appealing. You are to be earned and respected.
You help Tzuyu to her feet and as you turn to leave with your friends, I call out, “is there any way I can help?”
You regard me with caution and open your mouth to reject me but then suddenly, the tenseness in your eyes relax.
“Do I know you?”
You remember me. Halle-fucking-lujah! I want to wrap you in my arms again but I play it cool.
“I… don’t…?”
Your eyes grow wide and the recognition seeps in.
“Wait! You’re from that hardware store right? Jaehyun?”
I pretend to be surprised when I’m actually fucking overjoyed.
“Yeah, wait… You’re that girl with the rope right?”
You laugh and it’s the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard in forever.
“Yup, that’s me. Kind of mortified that’s how you remember me but sure,” you say and your eyes twinkle but then you continue with a more subdued tone, “what are you doing here?”
I pat my chest good-naturedly.
“Friend of mine is a student here. I just came over to visit and he gave me his varsity jacket so I could try feeling like a college student for once. Never been to college so… yeah. I thought I’d like to try it out for fun.” I reply and shoot you an awkward smile, the kind you do when you try to get someone to favour you and think of you as ‘adorable’.
It works and you smile gently.
“That’s pretty cool, you’ve got a good friend.”
And you haven’t, I think but don’t say.
I gesture towards you and your friends.
“Need any help?”
You look at your drunken friends and back at me and I sense you thinking. Finally, you decide that you do need my help and chuckle, “We live right at that block over there and I think I might die halfway there. I’m not fit enough to hold 2 people.”
That’s so like you. So compassionate over friends who clearly didn’t give a shit that you didn’t want to go to some god forsaken party, so caring over friends who get drunk and don’t take responsibility, so helpful to take care of friends who literally do not give a fuck about you. You are not beautiful on the outside but on the inside too and as I loop Tzuyu’s arm over my neck and hold her, I wish I was holding you instead.
We amble over to the front of your block and we part, you thank me and we say our goodbyes and it’s all too soon. I want to be with you for longer, I want us to talk and I want you to invite me to your room but reality is often much less exciting and more boring.
“I’ll see you!” You call out, smiling as I walk away and I wave back, my heart soaring.
Today is a good day, I think and as I round the corner to the next street, I slip the keycard out of my pocket and feel the hard plastic under my finger.
Wasn’t difficult honestly. Your friends should really learn to keep their valuables in safe places, not the back pocket of their jeans.
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Mob AU Nancy and Steve ✨friendship✨!!!
- Nancy Wheeler introduced herself to Steve Harrington in sixth grade. Cuz Steve was handsome and more charming than any eleven year old had any right to be and Nancy's mother had taught her that it's important to secure your future at a young age. And while she wasn't going to enter into a marriage of convenience, she was definitely vying for a spot in King Steve's court. Because this Nancy is.. not bad. But spoiled. Accustomed to a certain lifestyle. Isn't used to being told no. Watched her mother wilt under the weight of a loveless and stagnant union with her father. So she wants her own power. And that means making friends with Hawkins royalty.
- Steve imidiatly likes her. Sees her bushy curls and sharp teeth as she holds out her tiny bird bone hand. She's got a firm grip. Got fire in her eyes. Steel in her spine. He's pretty sure Nancy could take Steve's crown if she really wanted. But Nancy doesn't want to rule. She wants freedom. Freedom to say and do and be whoever she wants. And Steve? Steve can respect that.
- They didn't really become friends until a year later on Steve's birthday. It was expected that Steve's parents wouldn't be home. Wouldn't call. Wouldn't bother to send a gift since they had scheduled an extra bit of cash in the monthly payment for the account they had opened for him. And while Steve would throw large parties in highschool later, right then he was only twelve. All alone in an empty castle. So it was a suprise when the doorbell rang. And there stood Nancy Wheeler, dressed in her Sunday best and holding a truly hideous birthday cake. Lopsided and crumbly, with a "happy birthday Steve" written in neon green icing because that was the only color she could find before her mother discovered what she was doing. It's burnt all to hell and Steve's got tears in his eyes because he knows Nancy HATES baking. Had never taken to it no matter how hard her mother tried. So it's no surprise that Karen Wheeler has a back up cake in the backseat of her car that she's parked in Steve's driveway. And as delicious as it is, he likes Nancy's better. Keeps the hand drawn card she made him in a place of honor up on his bedroom wall.
- They grow up being each other's cheerleader. Steve doesn't brush Nancy off when she tells him she wants to enter into politics. He thinks she has exactly what it takes. Pitties the poor idiot who thinks they can take on Nancy Wheeler in a debate. And Nancy doesn't bat an eye when Steve tells her he likes boys just as much as girls. Sits with him at lunch sipping her juice box as they rank the boys in their class from hot to not.
- And you see Tommy is 100% Steve's guard dog. But while Tommy protects the body, Nancy protects the Kings heart. Because that's Steve's only weakness. He loves so easily, so deeply. Is a gentleman to a fault. Will never use his influence and power against someone he's taken to bed. And that proves to be a bit of a problem because it means people try to take advantage. Means that people lie to get what they want from Steve. And Nancy? Nancy HATES bullshit like that. Can snuff it out like a bloodhound from a mile away. And when she finds it. Boy howdy you better fucking run. Cuz Nancy Wheeler is good at cutting people down. Is almost as good as Jonathan when it comes to finding secrets. But she likes to twist them. Make a mountain out of a mole hill that sets your reputation on fire. Steve doesn't encourage this. But he also doesn't put a stop to it.
- Nancy knows Steve is in love with Billy Hargrove before he does. Knows the signs. Watches him fall fast and hard. And at first she brushes it off. Just another in the long line of flings for Steve Harrington. Bright and explosive like a firework and over just as quickly. But before long she catches her mistake. Because this isn't a firework so much as it's a forest fire. All encompassing and dangerous. She doesn't want to watch Steve get burned.
- But she also watches Billy hold Steve's hand under the table in the cafeteria even though he's shaking. Sees this angry boy go soft for her best friend. And she can spot the bruises. Knows through Jonathan where they came from. Knows Billy still risks it all just for Steve. Because he loves Steve maybe almost as much as she does.
- Steve and Nancy have ALOT in common but are total opposites in other areas. Because while they're both dominant in personality they differ in how they show it. Steve is possessive. Doesn't like anyone LOOKING at Billy let alone flirting with him. Will cover his neck in hickies and buy him new clothes as if to say "This is MINE. Do not fucking touch". But then Nancy? Nancy likes to show off what's hers. Knows that even if people vyed for Jonathan's attention like they do Billy's it wouldn't even matter. Because Jonathan is GONE for Nancy Wheeler. She has him on a long leash but she yanks it sharp whenever she feels like it. No one else gives it to him like she does. No one else will take him under the bleachers and edge him till he cries so so pretty. No one will scratch claw marks into his back till he bleeds so right. And no one will put him back together so perfectly. Card their fingers through his hair. Tell him they love him for everything he is. Even the weird parts. And she means it.
- Mike Wheeler respects Steve Harrington. Because it's because of him that El is in school with the party instead of locked away in Hopper's cabin or a lab cell. Has been babysitting Mike and his friends for years with Nancy. Never once made fun of any of them for their DnD campaigns. And he suspects Steve is probably the reason him and his friends NEVER get bullied.
- Karen Wheeler DOES NOT flirt with Billy. Just. No. The Duffer Brothers did her so fucking dirty. Karen DOES cheat on her husband though. Like. Alot. (WITH CONSENTING ADULTS). Ted doesn't notice. Steve doesn't think highly of her. Above all else hates disloyalty. Watched his mother's heart break with every one of his father's sordid affairs so while he can see why she feels unsatisfied, he can't respect her.
- Nancy was going to give Billy the shovel talk but every time she tries, Max shows up out of nowhere snarling. Cuz Steve isn't the only one with a protector. Looks at this little spitfire who's ready to put Nancy's head on a pike for her brother. Reminds her so much of Nancy herself at that age. A little girl who will not bend. Isn't afraid to get blood in her teeth. It's the reason Max hasn't threatened Steve. They have a mutual respect. And as those two idiots fall deeper and deeper in love they worry less about heartbreak. Find a comradery in each other. Max teaches Nancy how to skate board while Nancy shows Max how to draw eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man.
- Billy was really jealous of Nancy at first because her and Steve are so close. Was convinced Billy was just a distraction while Steve waited for Nancy to get bored of Jonathan. This resolves itself when Billy accidentally walks in on Nancy riding a tied and gagged Jonathan's in the photo development room and the tone that she uses when she tells Billy to lock the fucking door on his way out makes it obvious that Nancy and Steve are NOT compatible in that way. Billy will never admit it but he is low key intimidated by Nancy Wheeler. Steve laughs so hard he shoots soda out of his nose when Billy tells him about it.
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Stupid Sorry || Kim Sunwoo
Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader
Genre: angst, lovers to exes
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: cheating, Sunwoo is an asshole, tiny tiny bit mention of alcohol??
a/n: sunwoo baby i'm so sorry, ily okay? xjwodowndw i got a little too engaged in this one and it may or may not has been based on some personal experiences,,,
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You should've listened when everyone told you that high school sweethearts not always are meant to last, or that you were too young and naïve to enter a relationship during that time. But you chose to ignore all of it, following what your heart wanted. You were too infatuated with Sunwoo to say 'no' when he asked you out for the first time, fidgeting with his own fingers and trying hard to maintain eye contact with you.
You were part of the same group of friends, even though you didn't talk much to each other back then. But you found yourself head over heels for him since day one. Sunwoo was absolutely handsome and a kind person, his sweet voice echoing in your ears every time he laughed. It was impossible not to fall for him.
And that's how you two ended up dating throughout the years of high school.
Everything was perfect in the beginning; you were always together in between classes and during breaks of his soccer training, sharing small displays of affection and little pecks on the lips. You had lovely dates at cafes, movie theaters and parks whenever it was possible. You felt so happy with him, and he seemed so happy with you too.
All your friends used to gush over how you and Sunwoo were such a cute couple, even daring to say you guys were relationship goals. Everything just felt so right with him, just a simple look into his eyes and it was enough for you to feel just as loved as he was by you.
One year into the relationship already and it was like you were living in a fairytale. But then it happened.
Sunwoo was napping in your bed while you finished a book you were reading; you had come home after your last exam for the semester and Sunwoo promised he'd treat you to some ice cream since you hadn't had much time for each other in the past two weeks. But he said he needed to rest just a little, due to the past late-night trainings with his team. You agreed and offered him your bed.
It wasn't long till his phone started vibrating on your desk, to which you brushed it off at first. But it didn't stop, and then you thought that maybe it could be something important. You grabbed his phone and a female name appeared in the notifications, there were several messages attached to it. Your heart sank. It was the same name as the girl he swore that wasn't his ex but only an old crush of his, and that they didn't even talk anymore.
"Did he lie?" Was all you could think. You couldn't seem to understand if nor even why he would lie about this, you were very open with each other and there wouldn't be a problem for him to tell you about his past lovers, or who they were.
With his phone still on your hand, you glanced at his sleeping figure and back to the screen, wondering if it was okay to take advantage of the fact that you knew each other's passwords. You didn't want to look through his stuff, it was his privacy, you felt bad in doing that but something inside you was screaming to do it. You could already feel the guilt creeping up. His phone vibrated again and it was the last straw for you.
You unlocked the screen and opened the texts, your eyes running through them. She was saying things like "I miss you"; "When are we going to see each other again?"; "It's been such a long time"; and even some suggestive pictures from her. The worst part was that your boyfriend was responding to the girl, flirting back, saying he missed her too.
You didn't even realize when you fell to the floor on your knees, hands shaking almost dropping the cellphone. Putting the item aside, the shock consuming your body, you sat there in the middle of your room, hugging your knees close to your chest while tears were starting to blur your vision, and you let them out. Crying so much but trying hard not to sob loudly so Sunwoo wouldn't wake up. Heart miles per hour and mind a total mess. For how long has this been happening?
It was hurting so bad, like a thousand knives cutting through your chest. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know what to think. Should you break up and end everything after confronting him? And how should you do it? What should you ask exactly? Even though it was painful, part of you didn't want to break up. You knew it was ridiculous to not want to do that, to not want to put yourself in the first place, but you didn't want to be alone. Sunwoo was the first guy who showed any interest in you and you felt like the only girl in the world. And not to mention, you didn't want to have to tell your parents and friends the reason why you two broke up. What would your parents say about it? And your friends? Your family liked Sunwoo so much, he was already part of it, and both you and Sunwoo had mutual friends. You didn't want to go through it.
The young boy eventually woke up to you pacing around with heavy steps, he looked at you confused and called out your name, making you jump startled. You rubbed your eyes wiping the remaining tears and faced him, waiting for him to say anything while you thought of what to say, heart beating fast again. He let out a "Baby, what's wrong?", and you felt sick at the nickname. Tossing the phone on his lap you asked who was that girl and "What the fuck does that mean?", chocked voice trying to sound firm.
Sunwoo immediately approached you dropping to his knees and holding your waist, his teary eyes looking up at you while he mumbled a lot of apologies, saying he didn't know why he was doing that and begging you not to leave him. You could only stare back at the wall in front of you, a blank and expressionless face. He hugged you even tighter burying his crying face in your belly. You wanted to scream, to yell at his face. You wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground and just disappear. But you couldn't even move, just listening to his lame excuses and stupid "I'm sorry"s, his voice sounding far away.
After demanding him to go and leave you alone, you let your body fall on the softness of your mattress, where he was just a few minutes earlier and his scent was still there on your pillow, which made your heart hurt even more. You hugged your pillow and cried your eyes out, until your head started to ache and you fell asleep.
On the next day you met Sunwoo and he swore he didn't do anything with the girl, it was just texts, and yes that was his ex. Didn't matter how you looked into it, it still counted as cheating for you. But you decided to give him another chance anyway, because as you stated to yourself, you didn't want to be alone. However, the time that followed wasn't easy, at least not for you. You still felt bittersweet towards all that situation and your stomach almost churned every time he touched you or looked into your eyes saying he loved you. But it was nothing like that to Sunwoo, he never mentioned the occurred and acted as if nothing had happened.
Everything was seemingly back to normal and you were living in your fairytale once again. You could ignore that fact easier now, even though there were still times where you'd catch yourself wondering if you lacked in anything for Sunwoo. He knew very well how insecure you were, how you were afraid of him finding someone better and prettier. You always thought he deserved better and questioned what had he seen in you, and he'd say he loved you to the moon and back, that you were oh so beautiful and you were his only one. You also knew some of his own insecurities, but you just couldn't care less about other guys when you had Sunwoo.
But even though he was aware of your fears, low self-esteem and lack of confidence, it happened again.
You thought of spending the soccer training's break with your boyfriend since your class got dismissed earlier. And there he was, sitting on the side bench with one of his teammates, their backs facing you as you approached them. It seemed like they were arguing and something the other guy said made you stop in your tracks.
"Okay, but if you tell my girlfriend about me, I'm telling Y/N you kissed my sister at my party last week. I don't think she'll like that."
Your world collapsed for the second time; you could almost hear the sound of your own barely mended heart shattering again. Not wanting to believe it. You already knew that feeling but it felt way more painful in the second time.
You were still frozen when Sunwoo looked back and saw you standing there, his eyes widening. You only scoffed at him and turned to get out of there before he could even move towards you. But he was faster and reached you, grabbing your wrist to make you face him.
Silence.
He stared into your eyes for what felt like a whole hour until you snapped and yelled at him to get away from you. You didn't notice the tears rolling down your cheeks as you angrily stared back at him. The boy started weeping trying to hold your hands as he kept on babbling about being drunk at the party and saying he was sorry. "Another stupid sorry", you thought. It was comic how he believed that shedding some tears and mumbling halfhearted apologies were enough to make everything alright.
That night you cried yourself to sleep once more, ignoring all his texts and calls from the moment you stepped into your house. The hurt was so much that even your body experienced physical pain.
You spent the entire following week pretending you were too sick to get out of bed, but the truth was that you didn't want to face Sunwoo and any of your friends. Every day felt like a torture, you woke up with swollen eyes and a massive headache due to crying so much, crying over someone who didn't deserve your tears, let alone any piece of your attention. And you knew that. But you still were too pathetic to let go.
If it was hurting that much, if you knew you should just walk away, then why were you still holding onto it? It wasn't even the first time. Why even bother to stay in an already broken relationship like that? Only because you didn't want to be alone? To feel lonely? To be ashamed by the other's reactions? Especially now that you'd given him another chance before and were planning on giving one more?
Unfortunately, you couldn't deny that you loved Sunwoo. But God was it painful to love him. You didn't know if you could blindly trust him like before, but you were too deep in love with him to care. Even if it hurt.
After a whole week avoiding any and every source of contact with him, you finally sat down to listen, although you shouldn't, already cursing yourself for being in this situation again.
Sunwoo told the same lame excuses, one more time saying he didn't know what he was doing, blaming the alcohol, and that the kiss meant nothing because he still loved you. To be honest you barely even listened, just wishing to go back and pretend you had a beautiful relationship where he was very loyal and honest to you.
And so you did.
You went back to your classes next morning swearing you had a really bad flu the past week and no one seemed to doubt it. Great. You and Sunwoo were acting like lovebirds again and everything looked fine.
This time you were feeling kind of numb and didn't cry every night, but obviously this didn't mean your heart wasn't broken. You wondered how he could be so insecure like you, saying he was also afraid of some more interesting guy getting your attention but still, he was the one who cheated. Twice. Or at least you thought it was twice.
Honestly the time that passed from the second heartbreak was quite okay, Sunwoo did everything you wanted to do, treating you well and telling you sweet things. But it didn't last long.
It was scary the fact that he never felt distant for you to suspect anything, not even in the two other times and not even now. He could manage this character so well, acting all nice and sweet but doing you dirty behind your back. Apparently, he wasn't that transparent and easy to read as you were, you couldn't see through him. He was like a foggy mirror. Not even a glass window, but a mirror, only reflecting your own image because you just couldn't see his true self. And you realized it a bit too late.
This was what you were thinking right now, seeing Sunwoo seated on a bench in the park both of you used to go to have your favorite ice cream. Under the moonlight, ready to kiss this girl, face too close, hand on her chin just like the way he always did to you. You didn't know your heart could break even more.
This time you were even seeing him shamelessly cheating on you, and you wished you didn't because it hurt so damn much. But in a way you felt thankful you were aware of this trashy behavior of his, or else you wouldn't give much credit when a random guy you've never seen messaged you in your social media saying he believed his girlfriend, which happened to be Sunwoo's classmate, was cheating on him with your boyfriend. And you wanted to see it for yourself even more after the guy told he checked the girl's phone location, went to the park and actually saw them.
"Are you done making a fool of me?"
He pulled away quickly from the girl and got up, looking at you with those fake pleading eyes saying the typical "That's not what you think it is", but you knew it was. You stared at him coldly, chewing on your bottom lip to suppress your tears. The girl quietly got up mumbling something you didn't care to listen and left.
Sunwoo took a step closer and that was when you finally broke into tears, filled with anger and sadness. You pointed a finger at him asking how could he do such a thing. Running your fingers through your hair in frustration, you took a deep breath, tired of dealing with his bullshit.
"Let's break up."
"What? But we're fine." You scoffed at this; he must had been kidding.
"No, Sunwoo, we're not fine. I'm not fine. It's enough, I'm tired." He tried to hold your hand but you pulled it. "Do you even care about how you hurt me? Have you ever been honest with me for once?"
"Oh, you want me to be honest? Fine, I'll be honest with you." He furrowed his brows. "You know that first month we started dating? I cheated on you twice. Why? Because I didn't know if what he had was going to last."
And then it hit you like a truck, more than you've ever imagined. A pain that could dilacerate you. Sure neither of you knew whether or not it'd work out, but the scene of Sunwoo shyly asking you out replayed in your head. And then on your first date he confessed he'd already been in love with you for quite some time, and you felt so happy. If he was that in love, wasn't he supposed to at least give his best and try to make the relationship work?
You looked at him in disbelief. So this was his true self? He wasn't even sorry, never had been.
Glaring into his boba eyes for the last time, your entire relationship flashed in your mind. The shared sweet kisses, shy smiles and lovingly glances, the small dates and slow dances in the quiet of his room. Everything now destroyed.
"Don't ever talk to me again." You gulped feeling a lump in your throat, not having any more strength to argue with him.
You turned your back and began to walk away, tears falling from your eyes again.
Sunwoo didn't say his stupid sorry this time.
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Friends Don’t Lie Ch. 7, 8, and Epilogue
A/N: This is the end of the series now I hope u guys enjoyed it, it was a lot of fun to write :)
Pairing: Jungwon x reader
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: major character death
Based on: Stranger Things
Chapter 7
El
“Okay but before we get to the gate, we need to know where in the Upside Down he is.” Jake says then turns to you. “Can you do the radio thingy again?”
“That won’t tell me where he is.” you say. “I need to go to the bath.”
“The bath?” they all say.
After some explaining, Jake finally gets the jist.
“So what the hell is it?” Jay asks.
“It’s a sensory deprivation tank.”
“And why does she need that?” Heeseung says.
“Because it let’s her be alone with just her consciousness. I guess it’ll help her see more in the Void.” Jake explains.
“Well how do we get it to?” Sunghoon asks.
“We can’t,” Jake replies. “We have to make one.”
“Do we do it in an actual bath tub?” Niki asks.
“No,” Jake chuckles. “Heeseung do you still have that kiddie pool we used when we were babies.”
He nods.
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Jungwon puts duct tape over a pair of scuba goggles as the rest of the boys fill up the pool and steal the bags of salt the school keeps in case of a snow storm.
“Is this good?” he hands them to you and you nod.
“I’m gonna get these clothes wet.” you look down at your outfit that Jungwon took from Jooyoung’s closet.
“It’s fine, Heeseung brought some clothes you can change into later.”
You’re sitting together in a classroom and his knees are only an inch away from touching yours.
“You’re very brave, you know?” he says and you tilt your head. “Like way braver than any super hero.”
“Super hero?” you ask. “Didn’t Jake call me that once? Is that a mean name?”
“No no no,” he shakes her name. “It’s a compliment. A super hero is someone who can do things that other humans can’t, and they use their powers to save people. My favorite is Scarlet Witch.”
“Scarlet Witch.” you say and he nods.
“You’re way cooler than her though. We should give you a superhero name.”
“Like what?” you ask.
“Hmm,” he ponders for a moment and then his eyes light up. “How about Bird of the Night.”
“Why bird? Why night?” you frown. “Do I look like a bird?” you touch your face and he laughs.
“No no, you don’t. I chose bird because you remind me of an owl.” he says.
“An owl? Why?”
“Because owls are wise, and you know a lot of things,” he says. “And I chose night because we met at night.”
You nod, understanding his decision.
“What would your superhero name be?” you ask and he looks down.
“I don’t know, normal guy of the normal day.”
“What do you mean? Are you saying that you’re not super?” you frown.
He looks at you. “I don’t have any powers like you do.”
“Yeah you do,” you say and he raises an eyebrow. “You made me laugh, remember? No one has done that before.”
He smiles and looks away.
“Your cheeks are doing that thing again-” you point and he stands up abruptly.
“We should go check up on the other guys.”
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Jungwon holds your hand for leverage as you step into the pool. You sit down in the warm water before pulling the goggles over your eyes.
You relax into the water and allow yourself to float peacefully.
You enter the part of your mind that you haven't visited in a while. It’s completely dark, and it goes on for miles and miles.
You approach a small wooden fort and read off the sign.
“Castle Sunoo.” you say and Heeseung scoots towards you.
“Can you go inside?” he asks frantically. “Is Sunoo there?”
You slowly pull away the white sheet, revealing a boy curled up in a ball and shivering from the cold.
“Sunoo.” you say and Heeseung gasps.
“Tell him- tell him I’m coming for him,” he says. “Tell him to stay put and that I’m coming.”
You kneel down next to Sunoo. He’s so pale and his lips are purple. His blond hair is stuck to his forehead and you gently push it away. His eyes open, but barely.
“You’re hyung, he’s coming for you.” you tell him.
“Heeseung hyung?” he croaks and it comes through the walkie talkie.
Heeseung’s heart twists. “I’m gonna find you Sunoo, just stay put. I- I love you so much.”
“He said that he’s gonna find you, and that he loves you.” you tell him.
“Hurry.” Sunoo whispers.
You begin to hear a low growling and just as you realize what’s happening, Sunoo and the castle begin to disintegrate into the air. You grab onto his hand.
“Sunoo no! Wait!” you cry. “Not yet not yet!”
But it’s too late. You’re alone again. In that deep dark abyss that you thought you left in the bad place. You can never leave it though, it’s a part of you.
You sit up and tug the goggles off your head.
“You okay?” Jungwon scrambles to grab your arm and you lean into him, shaken up from seeing Sunoo just disappear like that.
Heeseung pulls you into his arms, not caring that you’re getting his shirt soaked.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I know that must’ve been scary, you did so good.”
You rest your forehead on his chest, already feeling tired.
“Here you should get out now.” Jungwon interrupts and grabs your hand.
He pulls you out of the pool and wraps a towel around your shoulders. He hands you a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.
“Let’s go to the bathroom so you can change.” He takes your hand and leads you to the lockers.
He turns around as you peel wet clothes off your cold body.
“So what’d you see?” he asks quietly.
“I saw him… in his fort.” you reply. “He was curled up on the floor. So blue. So cold.”
You tug the gray crewneck over your head and pull the jeans up your legs.
“Is he… okay?”
“No,” you say. “He doesn’t have much time left.” you tap on his shoulder and he turns around.
Your hair is dripping and pooling wet patches on the sweatshirt.
“Your hair is still wet.” he says and you shrug.
He grabs the towel and places it over your head, scrunching around to soak the water up. He throws the towel onto a bench and then pulls you against him, chest to chest. He rests his cheek on your hair and rubs your back.
“What?” you ask oblivious to his affection.
He pulls away. “I figured you were cold. I was trying to share some body heat.”
“Body heat.” you say and he nods.
You wrap your arms around his waist and embrace him. “I am cold.”
CHAPTER 8
A/N: There's a bit where Jungwon is thinking about how he wants to touch the reader. Please know that this isn’t sexual. I wanted to portray the overwhelming feeling of liking/loving someone so much that you just want to feel them all the time and be connected in a way that isn’t through words. This thought he has is endearing, not sexual.
“Well what do we do now?” Jake asks.
“We need to go to the Upside Down.” Heeseung says.
“How do even do that, we’ve been trying to figure that out forever.” Jay says.
“Okay well we know that the gate would create a lot of power right?” Sunghoon says. “Enough to disturb the electromagnetic field.” Jake nods. “So what if we…”
“Compass.” Jake says. “We need compasses.” he gets up and rushes out of the gym.
“Where are you going?” Niki calls out.
“Come with me!” Jake says and Niki dashes after him.
“So who’s gonna go?” Jungwon asks. “Someone needs to stay with El, she’s too tired.”
You shake your head. “I can go.”
He groans. “We’ve had this argument like three thousand times.
“Well she can be our weapon.” Sunghoon says.
“She’s human you know, not a machine gun.” Jungwon says.
“She’s been low on juice for a whole day now, what if she can’t help us.” Jay says.
“Why do you guys talk about me like I’m not here.” you rolls your eyes. “I can go, I promise.”
Jake and Niki come running into the gym with their hands and pockets full of compasses.
They throw them onto the floor.
“What the hell.” Heeseung sneers.
“Look at this.” Jake points at the arrow. “It’s pointing south.”
“What?” Sunghoon’s brows knit.
“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, making north that way.” he points behind him. “But all of the compasses are pointing south.”
The group looks at him, confused.
“Remember, the gate is so powerful that it can manipulate the magnetic field. So whatever these compasses are pointing to is where the gate should be.” Jake explains.
“Ohhh,” the group vocalizes.
“Let’s go then.” Heeseung leaps to his feet and pulls his keys out of his pocket.
Jungwon helps you stand up and you link your arm around his as you walk to the car.
El
“Left,” Jake says. “Okay now keep going.”
Five minutes pass when Niki asks. “How are we gonna know when we get there?” And right on que, you all arrive at Hawkins National Laboratory. Jungwon feels your arm tense around his.
“The fuck is this place?” Niki asks, sitting on Jay’s lap.
“The lab, my dad told me it’s a government thing.” Jungwon says.
“We can’t go in there.” You whisper and Jungwon turns to you.
“Why not?”
“Bad place.” you say and he cocks his head.
“This is the bad place? This is where you come from?” he asks and you nod. “We’re probably gonna die if we go in then.”
“I don’t care, Sunoo’s in there, I need to find him.” Heeseung unlocks the door and you drop your head into your hands.
“No no no no no,” you mumble to yourself. Jungwon turns to you and grabs your hands as the boys quietly exit the car, snooping around the building gate.
“We have to go in, we don’t have any other choice.” he says.
“I don’t wanna go back. It’s too scary.” you whimper.
“I know, but we’ll be with you the whole time.” he tries to assure you. He hadn’t styled his hair today and it’s poking into his eyes. “Heeseung is tall, he can be our shield.”
You giggle.
“And once we save Sunoo and this is all over we can listen to my vinyls like I told you we would and I’ll tell my parents about you so that you won’t be a secret anymore and we can hang out all the time and- and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Snow Ball with me.” he says timidly.
“What’s the Snow Ball?” you ask.
“It’s this stupid dance we have at our school. I’ve only ever been to homecoming but I thought it’d be fun for us to go.” he explains, still bashful.
You touch his cheek and he looks at you. “You should tell me what this is. Is it some kind of condition?”
“Oh,” he looks away and giggles. “It just means that I’m… I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” you ask him.
Jungwon
He knows what he wants to say.
“BECAUSE YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND COOL AND I NEVER THOUGHT I’D LIKE A GIRL UNTIL I MET YOU. I LOVE YOUR VOICE AND YOUR FACE AND EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO BE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO TOUCH YOU AND HOLD YOU. I WANT TO SHOW YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW I THINK I LOVE YOU.”
But of course he doesn’t say that.
Instead he settles with a trembling “Because… I like you.”
You smile. “I like you too.”
His heart leaps but then he realizes that you don’t understand what he’s saying. “Who else do you like?”
“I like a lot of people.” you reply and he squints.
“Like who?”
“Mm, I like Jay and Jake and Sunghoon and Niki and Heeseung.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t like you like that.”
You tilt your head. “What do you mean?”
“Uhmm,” he thinks for a second. “I like you in a different way. Like like like.”
You Sit there, confused.
“Can you close your eyes?” he asks and you giggle.
“Why?”
Your giggle makes him giggle. “Because I can’t do this when you’re looking at me.”
“Okay.” you close them.
He takes a deep breath. You can do it, don’t be a pussy, he thinks. He leans into you and plants a short kiss onto your cheek.
Your eyes fly open and you look so surprised and adorable he could die.
Then he leans in again and pecks you gently on the lips. His heart is basically sprinting now.
You smile and he does too. Your smile is intoxicating. He wants to fall into it.
He doesn’t even get a chance to speak because of the banging on the window.
Jungwon opens the door.
“Come on, we need help!” Niki ushers you two into the lab.
“How’d you guys even get in?!” Jungwon whisper yells and you two run after him.
“Heeseung hyung found a back door. We literally almost died.” Niki says. He opens the door. “Here, go go.”
You guys run through the hallway. There’s two men passed out on the floor. Looks like Heeseung's work, Jungwon thinks.
“Go down the stairs!” Niki orders, leading you to this underground dungeon.
“What the fuck,” Jungwon whispers as he lays his eyes on the casm on the wall, covered in these indescribable vines and drippings of green goop.
He sees Heeseung stepping into a yellow hazmat suit. You run towards him and Jungwon follows.
“Here,” Heeseung hands you and Jungwon each a suit.
Jungwon’s palms are sweaty from all the adrenaline. “O-okay.” He tugs the suit up.
There’s banging and shouting coming from the glass chamber.
“Hurry, they’re coming!” Heeseung rushes everyone as you all get suited up.
You don’t waste a minute walking through the cavity.
El
You hold onto Jungwon’s hand as you and the boys run through the dark and foggy scene, hoping to get far enough that the staff can’t get you.
The Upside Down is just as you imagined. It’s Hawkins, but everything is wrong. It feels like death.
“The castle is this way!” Heeseung points to the dense forest ahead.
You don’t have time to freak out and think about how you’re in an alternate universe. The only thing keeping you tied to reality is Jungwon’s hand in yours.
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You run through branches and leaves and eventually get to the fort.
Heeseung throws the curtain open to find Sunoo just as you saw him earlier, curled up and hopeless.
Heeseung drops to his knees and tries to shake him awake. The rest of the boys follow suit.
“Sunoo, Sunoo it’s me, it’s your hyung!” he yelps but Sunoo stays motionless.
“Sunoo? Sunoo man it’s us.” Jay says.
Jake takes his mask off and brings an ear to Sunoo’s face. “He isn’t breathing.”
“Fuck, oh my god-” Heeseung wails.
“It’s fine it’s fine,” Jake leans over Sunoo and holds two hands on his chest, “Just breathe into his mouth when I tell you to.”
Jake begins to pump on the boy’s chest as Heeseung rips his oxygen mask off. Your grip on Jungwon’s hand tightens anxiously.
“Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, okay go!” Jake says and Heeseung blows air into Sunoo’s blue lips.
“Keep going.” Jake says but Sunoo doesn’t wake up. “Please Sunoo,” tears begin to drip down Heeseung’s face. “I love you so much, I need you. You’re all I have.”
You notice Jungwon beginning to hiccup and you lean into him.
“Come one man,” Jake says.
Heeseung breathes one more time into Sunoo’s mouth when he coughs.
“Sunoo?! Sunoo it’s me!” Heeseung says, delighted. The whole group leans forward to get a better look.
Sunoo’s eyes crack open. “Hyung?”
Heeseung pulls the boy into his arms, petting his hair and kissing his forehead. All of the boys bear hug him but he’s too weak to fully understand what’s going on.
You’re still embracing Sunoo when you hear a low growl.
“Wait,” you say as the boys continue to celebrate Sunoo’s survival. “Shut up!” you say louder. “I hear something.”
You slowly stand up try to locate the sound. Your heart drops into your stomach.
“The demogorgon, it’s here.” you can hear them all hold their breath. You take your mask off and unzip your suit before stepping out of it, you feel like it’ll hold you back.
Just as you’re about to walk out, the monster tears at the fort and it comes tumbling down.
You muster some strength and send the thing flying before walking towards it. You know what this will do to you, but it’s the only choice you have. Maybe you’re a fool too, just like Jungwon.
You hold a hand out and muster all of the strength you have left. And as the Demogorgan slowly starts to disintegrate into the dirt, so does your spirit. You drop to the ground.
Jungwon
He runs to you.
He can’t hear anything over the thought of you.
He cradles you in his arms. He can't even imagine you leaving him.
Your eyes are barely open and your fingers are already turning to ash.
“El no! No no no!” he holds you against him, desperate to keep you here. “What about the Snow Ball! What about- what about everything?”
You smile a small smile and his heart shatters like glass, the small fragments puncturing every one of his organs.
He tugs his mask off. “Please no, I-” he holds your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly one last time.
You wipe the tears off his cheeks with your thumb. And just like that, you’re gone. Like you never existed. Just more flecks of dust in this dust filled world.
Jungwon doesn’t realize that he’s being dragged to his feet. He feels deaf like the scenes in war movies where a bomb goes off and they can’t hear anything but ringing. He’s stuck in a haze. It’s like being drunk but being drunk off of acetone and arsenic, not alcohol.
Jooyoung’s arms are around him for the first time in years. There are tears streaming down her face and she’s saying things that Jungwon can’t understand. All he can see is the look on your face before you disappeared. He could tell that you were in pain but you were hiding it with a smile. He cries into Jooyoung's shoulder, wishing that it was yours instead.
EPILOGUE
The police got involved, and then the FBI, then the government, then the president. Jungwon and the boys were on the news at least fifty times.
Sunoo seems fine and things are back to normal. Except for you. Sometimes he’ll catch glances of someone who looks just like you and have to do a triple take. All the clothes you ever borrowed from him are in a box in his closet. Everything reminds him of you: the basement, his walkie talkie, his bed, his posters, the living room, anyone with the same colored hair or eyes as you, even his own face reminds him of you. Every time he looks in the mirror he remembers the places you touched him. His cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, his waist, his hands, his lips.
He went through a phase of being angry about what you did. He hooked up with as many girls as he could, trying to forget you. But all it did was make him feel dirty, and like he was betraying you.
“You have to move on eventually,” Jay said.
But he didn’t think he could.
Know one could compare to you. No matter how smart or how popular or how cool, you were always better.
Jungwon’s washing his face when the light flickers. Then again, and again, and again in a peculiar pattern. He tries to remember the morse code he learned when he was in boy scouts. He stands there, trying to calm his heart as he translates the lights. I, M, I, S, S, Y, O, U.
I miss you.
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Sweet Tooth
Paring: Lee Bodecker x Reader
Summary: Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth.
Words: 2.2k
Warning: Smut, weird smut, mushy smut, 18+ ONLY
A/N: Goddamn you all! I didn’t know I’d be writing another Bodecker after finishing SMS but damn are you all relentless. Here is your soft!chubby!sheriff. Combining two requests here. Hope you Hoe-deckers like it.
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You drove to your fiancé’s house, smoothening the dress once you got out. You had put a lot of time in styling your hair today. Lee would be meeting your parents for the first time, and you were already nervous about it. Your father had not been happy to know that you were marrying a man who didn’t even bother to ask his permission. Things only went south when you pointed out that the only permission he needed to marry you was yours.
You were hoping your mother would mediate the meeting tonight and were glad your brother couldn’t make it, because that meeting would have spelled disaster. You were only doing this tonight because it was customary to do so, and because you couldn’t put it off anymore. Earrings dangling in your ear, you bounced inside the house.
“Lee, I’m here.” You said. You loved his house, with the fluffy rugs and candy wrappers between the couch cushions that crinkled when you got handsy over them. This would soon be your home too; you’ll be moving in your stuff in the next few weeks. Navigating the hall, you reached Lee’s bedroom and saw the door ajar. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself. You don’t think he had even noticed you walk in, so intensely did he stare at his reflection.
“Honey?” You called and his eyes met yours in the mirror, sadness floating in them.
“Why are you marrying me?” He asked.
You tilted your head, not knowing what was going on.
“Lee? Hon, what’s wrong?” You asked as you saw him looking in the mirror again. You had never seen him look so vulnerable, and the look in his eyes tugged at your heart. You set your bag down on the table and joined him in front of the mirror, holding his hand. His face was flushed, and you felt like he was seconds away from breaking down.
“Why are you marrying me?” He asked again and you breathed deeply.
“Because I love you.” You answered him, putting a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nose bumping your palm.
“How can you love me? I mean, look at me!” He exclaimed, pushing away and spreading his arms, showing his body. “You deserve someone handsome, someone who doesn’t have a lump of mass hanging on his front.”
Your exhaled, finally understanding the situation. It was not the first time his insecurities had come into play, but so far, they had been well hidden and rare. You’d see him tighten his hold on your hand when you’d walk across other men in parks, or how he would tighten his belt more than necessary when meeting your friends. You would see him throwing away his chocolates and candies, trying to be like ‘other men’.
You knew you would have to deal with this delicately because Lee was a proud man. He had a hard exterior that shaded his soft inside, and one wrong move could bruise his tender ego. Pursing your lips at him, you deliberately moved into his space, letting your body rub against his soft belly. Yours arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him down, letting your mouth meet his in a deep kiss.
“Lee Bodecker, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I love you because you carry a blanket in your car because you know I get cold easily. I love you because you massage my feet after I remove my heels. I love you because you carry me in your arms wherever I wish. I love you because you kiss me in a way that gives me a taste of heaven. I love all of you Lee, including this mass of lump as you called it because its you.”
He sagged against you, heart right below your ear as his arms circled you, pulling you harder into him and his head resting on yours. You let your hands run through his hair, caress his head then back and in the end squeeze his butt. That got him to laugh a little, and if he sniffled you didn’t mention it.
“You love me then, even if I eat enough candies to stick my teeth together?” He asked.
You looked at him with a smile that made his heart flutter like an excited butterfly.
“I love you for it. I’d much rather you eat those sugar lollies if they keep you from the bottle. Not to mention you have by far the most deliciously kissable lips in this fucking town.”
His lips began twitching, eyes returning to their mischievous glint that you loved. He bent down to give you one of those delicious kisses, his mouth tasting of chocolate. You moaned and ground yourself against him, his bulge hardening against your thigh. Pulling away he growled, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip and you squealed, the taste of him and blood filling your mouth.
“What will your papa say when he knows you’re marrying a man who’s had you in every possible position before marriage, eh?” He teased and you pulled on his collar to lick his neck.
“Don’t worry, we’ll tell them we’re marrying because I comprised your virtue.”
He started laughing, a happy laughing that made his belly jiggle. Kissing your nose, he cupped your face, running his fingers through your now ruined hair.
“And what if your mommy finds me…lacking?”
You could feel how much it bothered him, the thought of your parents. He had been trying to learn everything about them, to earn their approval despite you telling him it didn’t matter. But you would be damned if you let anyone make the love of your life feel inadequate.
“Lee, I’m marrying you, not their opinion. They can pronounce you the Devil and I will sin the rest of my life away so I make way home to hell and you after I die. I love you my dear, with every last part of me.”
Love and passion rose in you like a giant wave and you impulsively tossed away your earrings. You neared him, his face a look of awe.
“You know what, we’ve put off this meeting for months. Maybe a few more days won’t hurt.”
He kissed you hard, humming in agreement and picking you up by the waist and carrying you to his bed. Your bed.
“How can I ever thank you for being in my life” He murmured, and you smirked.
“You can start by worshiping the lumps of flesh on my body” You said, letting your dress fall away to reveal your bare body. His eyes darkened and he unbuttoned his shirt, unveiling what was to you a body made to provide comfort and pleasure. You fondled him, carefully, softly, teasingly. He worshiped you and later that night you showed him how much you appreciate him.
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You writhed, moaning as Lee’s tongue weaved magic between your legs. Whoever said marriage got boring after a while had never met Lee Bodecker. The noises he made turned you on almost as much as his tongue thrusting in your heat and you clawed at your husband’s back, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Oh god, oh fuck Lee!” You shout and fell off the cliff, heat bursting from you. Lee lapped at your juice, slurping like a man thirsty in desert. You panted with a satisfied, completely sexed up look on your face. His chin was dripping with your essence and you clenched around nothing.
“Fuck!” Lee suddenly exclaimed, looking with wide eyes at your still drenched pussy. You jumped up, wondering if you got your period but found no blood on your thighs.
“What?” You asked and Lee stuttered, running a hand through his damp hair.
“I uh, I lost the jolly rancher.” He said and you blinked.
“What?”
“I lost the jolly rancher. Inside you.”
You struggled for a moment to understand what he said before screeching. You jumped off the bed and started bouncing on your toes, trying to dislodge the candy from your cunt.
“What the fuck Lee! Why would you put a candy in me? Get it out. Get it out!” You shout and you husband paced around you, trying to bend his head and see if it fell out of you.
“I like the taste of it on you!” He said in defense and you growled in anger. He looked at your helplessly, watching you jump and bounce until he finally took your hand and tugged you to a stop.
“Lay back on the bed, let me search.” He said and you shot him a look before doing as he said. Spreading your legs his fingers probed your entrance, wiggling inside you. You suppressed a moan, reminding yourself that this was not for pleasure. Your spongy flesh within quivered at his touch and you ground your teeth, curses hissed at him from between them.
“How deep are you?” He asked in frustration, eyes level with your most intimate part. You almost suggested he should go get his flashlight when his fingers brushed against a small object inside you. Carefully plucking it between his thumb and finger, he pulled out the wet candy and showed it to you triumphantly.
“You bastard, what if we didn’t find it? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would have been to ask a doctor to remove it!” You complained but Lee didn’t give a fuck. His eyes heated over, becoming almost liquid as he pinned you down with his stare. You whimpered pathetically when he placed the candy before his lips, tongue coming out to swirl around it and then popping it in his mouth, licking his fingers clean of the remaining juice.
“They can make as many new flavors as they want, but god if the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted is you.” He bent over you, mouth meeting yours and his tongue transferred the candy to you, the flavor of it mixing with the natural musk of you and Lee’s lips. You moaned indecently, anger dissipating as heat bloomed between your legs again.
God bless the moment you agreed to marry this horny bastard.
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You thought you were being sneaky, but your husband was not a Sheriff for nothing. He could smell a lie from miles away, and as he glared at you with folded arms you felt like a child being scolded.
“Did you steal from me?” He asked again and you shook your head like before, widening your eyes in a show of innocence. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.
“I’m sure you must have forgotten.” You commented and Lee banged his fists on the table.
“You know I count my candies! You stole them. I left 9 in the drawer, now there are 6.” He accused and you stood up, mimicking him and banging the table too, angry as well.
“You can’t prove shit! What’s your evidence?” You countered and Lee growled. He came around the table and tugged you to his chest, eyes gleaming dangerously.
“I know that when I leave home you drink my juice and top the rest with water. I know when you tamper with my secret stash because you fucking left bite marks in the chocolate bar. You are a shitty criminal my wife.”
He glowered at you and you finally pouted in surrender. You hugged him, letting your ear rest over his heart. One finger tracing patterns on his chest you peeked up at him, eyes wide and innocent.
“You always eat them alone. I want some too, but you are bad at sharing.” You said. Lee looked down at your thoughtfully, a snort escaping him and he nuzzled your head. Rocking you in his arms he lifted you on the table, grabbing your knees and spreading them apart, stepping between your open legs.
“You insane woman, I’m sharing my life with you. If you wanted my candy you only needed to ask.” Saying that he brought out a candy from his pocket and unwrapping it popped it in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on it, a moan escaping you at the tangy taste and Lee’s eyes darkened with lust, knowing that expression from when you suck on him. It was stupid really, but he felt jealous of the candy in your mouth. He licked his lips as he watched you suck, pants tightening.
It was like you could read his thoughts and you giggled. Pushing the candy to one side of your mouth so your cheek bulged out, you pulled Lee into a kiss, his tongue quickly sweeping inside to lick at the sweet.
“You don’t need to be jealous Sheriff. These candies may be tasty, but lord knows my favorite lolly lies in your pants”
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me olvidarás - four
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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader
Warnings for the chapter: soft javi. also grumpy javi. dry humping... kissing and flirting. two dumb idiots, probably in love.
Word count: 3.2k
Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.
a/n: fluffy filler chapter. the good kush is coming soon :3
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The drive back to Bogotá was shorter than you remembered, but the drive there had felt longer than anything else you’d ever experienced. Javi knew just where to find empanadas and beer, and before you knew it, you were both sitting on the hood of his car, eating empanadas while looking over the city.
“This is so fucking good.” You say with your mouth full of potato and corn dough. You had no idea deep-fried dough with filling could be so delicious. You felt Javi laugh beside you, his mouth clearly full of food as he didn’t let out that heartfelt laugh you wanted to hear over and over. You both pushed the last bit of empanada into your mouths at the same time, watching each other out of the corners of your eyes.
With mouths full of more empanadas, Javi decides to tell you a joke, which makes you laugh so hard you have to clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent him from seeing the chewed-up empanada in there. You hadn’t expected him to be one to tell jokes in the middle of dinner, but you weren’t ever going to complain.
When you’d finally stopped laughing, you took hold of the beer you held between your legs, where it’d left an ice-cold imprint, but at this moment you truly did need a little cooling down. Being in Javi’s personal space, breathing him in and having him touch you with fleeting touches starved you in a way you’d never felt before. You wondered if he felt the same.
You scoot back on the hood of his car, leaning against the windshield. You watch as he follows you, thankful that he’d put the blanket under the two of you. It warmed you a little, and it was better than sitting on a cooling chunk of metal. The heat from the engine under the hood helped as well. You turned your body slightly, simply watching Javi as he looked over the city, occasionally sipping his beer. The silence between the two of you wasn't deafening like it usually was. It was good this time. Welcomed.
His left hand is sitting against his thigh, completely unoccupied, just waiting to be held. Or so you hope. You reluctantly reach out to take his hand in yours, and you mentally high five yourself as his fingers tighten around yours. He lets go of your hand soon after, though, making your heart fall in your chest and your mouth to turn into a slight pout.
Until he twists his wrists and intertwined his fingers with yours. It feels like your hands were made to be intertwined, his fingers fitting perfectly in between yours, and warmth instantly spreads from your hand, through your body and right into your heart. Yeah, you were definitely falling for him.
With your right hand now occupied, you’ll have to make do with drinking and eating from your left. You reach out and grab another empanada from between the two of you, before you bite into it, looking back out over the city. “So, tell me,” you say after you swallow the bite you just chewed through, “Where is everything?” you point to the city, empanada in hand. A few seconds pass before he speaks, lowly.
“I think you’re gonna have to come a bit closer for you to see where I’m gonna be pointing to…” He’s speaking at such a low octave it takes you aback. God, you wanted to hear that in the bedroom. You remove your hand from his slowly, moving the empanadas and the half six pack of beers on the other side of you, taking its previous place between you.
He lifts his left arm and welcomes you into his side, tugging you close. Your hand finds his again, as it’s wrapped around your body. Your head rests against the side of his chest, and he was right. When he points to the city, it’s very easy to see where he’s pointing too. “That’s the embassy. The white building right there,” you spot it easily, it being lit up by the streetlights in front of it.
“And I live right there.” His finger diverts slightly, now pointing to an older building, which you nod at. “That’s you.” He points the other way, and true to his words, you recognize the rented apartments you’re living in. It wasn’t far from where Javi lived.
He points to where you can see a plane take off in the distance, lights glittering as it ascends the sky. “That’s the airport. The Salt Cathedral.” His finger glides over the skyline to a giant white block of concrete with a laugh, “That’s the Museo del Oro. I know it doesn’t look like it, but there’s a fortune in there.” You nod before you let out a giggle as well.
“What does Oro mean?” You whisper, feeling stupid that you know so little Spanish. He lets his arm fall around you and pulls you closer, placing his mouth right above your ear. A short puff of breath makes goosebumps rise on your skin as it fans over your face. You close your eyes lightly, just enjoying having him close.
“It means gold.” He almost whispers, and it’s one of the most sensual things you’ve ever heard. His voice is deep and raspy, and you silently wish that you could hear him talk like that all the time. Hushed whispers and his body so close to you, you feel like you could combust from the sheer fullness you feel when you’re close to him. It’s like he’s the only charger within a thousand miles that can charge your batteries.
You smile at that thought. Yet it unsettles you - it was weird. You had started thinking about him as something you couldn’t go without, and it’d only been a mere 24 hours since you’d first met the man. You couldn’t allow yourself to think of him like that. Even though he’d already given you some damn good adventures so far, he was still a stranger.
You look up at him longingly, your eyes meeting his. He’d been looking at you. You offer him a smile before he cranes his neck down to place a kiss on your lips. You lift yourself slightly to meet him halfway, and you know he’s grateful for that. He must have a pain settling in his back from sitting so uncomfortably on the hood of the car, even though you were more comfortable than you’d ever been before.
You move yourself further up to relieve his back of some of the weight you’re putting onto him, and he’s silently grateful. You reach out for the beer you had placed by your side when moving closer to him, and upon discovering you’ve drunk it all, you pull another one from the carton. You offer one to him first, and he accepts it with a smile before you’re pulling out another for yourself, settling back into the crook of his arm.
“I think this is one of the most romantic dates I’ve ever been on,” you smile at him before taking a sip of beer, enjoying the way it slightly cools down your heated body. Even though the air around the two of you were cold, the heat of his body seeped into yours, making you flustered. You look up at him with a smirk. “It’s definitely in the top tier.”
He laughs at your statement, and you love the feeling of his chest rumbling by your side and the sound of his laugh. You admire the way the wrinkles surround his eyes as his smile gleams, and you get the urge to just… watch him for eternity. You don’t even know how you ended up here, on the hood of the most beautiful, older stranger you’d ever met.
“How many dates have you been on, hermosa?” you watch his mouth move, but you barely hear what he’s saying. You’re too distracted by his lips, his hand moving over the length of your arm, his body so close to yours. You hear it, though.
“Hmmm… Let me summarize… I was on a date this morning with a handsome guy.” The hand not containing a beer slowly traces the front of his shirt, your fingers tracing the buttons all the way until they’re right over where the shirt is tucked messily into his pants. “Then the handsome guy took me on another date by this beautiful lake, and he even skinny-dipped with me.”
Your fingers make their way all the way up to the button on his chest, the last button made to shield his chest from you. Your fingers move on their own accord as they pop open the button slowly, before you lean in, exposing his chest to you before you place a kiss against the bared, tanned skin. “Made me cum on his fingers all shamelessly, for the whole world to see.”
You feel how his heart beats in his chest, and how a deep breath is sucked into his lungs. Your fingers undid the next button slowly, the one right over the lower part of his sternum. You twist your body slightly to give yourself more space, yet you’re still holding on to the beer in your hand. You place another kiss a little lower than the first, before you speak again.
“Then he bought me dinner, took me to this wonderful, secluded outlook post so we could watch the city while we ate.” You pop another button, looking up at him in the dark to see the effect you had on him. You took in his parted lips, his hooded eyes, and the way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. He wanted this just as much as you did. “So, three in total.”
He lets out a breath before he’s running his hands over your hair gently, grabbing you by the chin to draw you in for a kiss. “Sounds like he likes you, hermosa. Should I be jealous?” You giggle as you pepper small kisses on his lips, never tiring of the way his lips feel against yours.
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” You whisper against his lips before you finally give into your temptation and swing your leg over his, straddling his thighs. He lets out a huff as you find your place on his thighs, damn well knowing you’ll easily get what you want from him. You lean down and reattach your lips to his, whining slightly when your knees dig into the hard metal of the hood of his car. You set down the beer by the others, not wanting to spill anything on the two of you.
He does the same before his hands find your hips as you slowly move your hips closer to the bend of his body, right where his groin was. You’re shuffling slightly closer to where you desperately want him, before you finally situate yourself on top of him, whimpering out at the contact. You feel his hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on top of him, and he pulls away from your lips.
“Hermosa…” he whispers against your lips, licking his lips, his tongue lightly reaching your lips as well, making you shudder. You silence him by placing your lips over his again, pushing your tongue into his mouth to really shut him up. He groans into your mouth as he forces your hips down against his, his bulge pressing into your core for the second time that day.
“Don’t want to hold back,” he groans against your lips, his left hand coming to the back of your neck to pull your face closer, basically mashing your nose into his cheek at the force he’s holding you close. “Want to take you.” His tongue finds its way back into your mouth and you whimper, making his cock twitch under you. “Want you so bad.”
“Take me, Javi.” You whimper again, grinding your core even harder against his achingly hard cock, closing your eyes at the wonderful feeling of how he’s able to draw you so close to the brink of letting go in so little time. “Please.” You breathe into his mouth, before finding his tongue with yours, exploring his mouth while your hands switch between unbuttoning his shirt and burying themselves in his hair.
He groans as he comes to his senses, quickly finding your upper arms with his wandering hands, holding you away from him as he pants, taking in your swollen lips and hooded eyes. God if you weren’t the most beautiful thing, he’d ever laid his eyes upon. “Hermosa…” he says under his breath and you huff, quickly getting off his hips and off the hood of the car altogether. You grab the beer from where you set it down, finishing it in one go before you squeeze the can together with your fist.
God, he annoyed you so fucking much. First, he acted like he was going to fuck you senseless, but then he turned all careful and considerate and you literally hated him for it. You hated that he wasn’t giving into you, hated that he wasn’t succumbing to his needs as easily as you wanted him to. You sighed as you grabbed another empanada from the bag, now turned cold, but it filled the hole in your heart slightly.
He watched as you grumbled right in front of him, clearly agitated by yet another refusal from him. It, again, reminded him of how young you were compared to him. It was clear you had a healthy libido that you wanted to use, but he just didn’t want to force you into something you would regret afterwards.
“I’d like to go home now, Javi.” You watched the way his face stayed set in stone, and you almost wondered if he was mad at you. You just hated that he apparently thought about you as a child that didn’t know what you wanted. It hurt you a little bit, and you felt bad about it. You just had no idea what to do about the situation, other than to back out of what the two of you were doing.
“Fine.” He said as he slid down the hood of his car, his back audibly cracking as he stood straight on the ground in front of his car, pulling the beers, food and blanket off the hood before throwing it in the back of his car. He motioned for you to get into the car, and even though you didn’t want to after the abrupt stop of your date, you found no other way to get home, and you sure as hell wasn’t walking home through the forest at this hour, in a foreign country.
With a flustered sigh you got into the passenger side of his car, literally grumbling all the way through the forest and down on the bigger roads. You barely talked as he drove you home, and the silence bothered you more than you would’ve liked to admit. When the car finally stopped you let out a sigh before you turned to face him.
“Thanks for the ride.” You whisper out, afraid to pull him out of the trance he’s in as his eyes are still trained on the road in front of him. He huffs slightly before turning off the car, letting you know he was listening. His eyes still didn’t meet yours, though. “Thanks for dinner. And for today.” He offered you a nod, and you felt your blood coming to a boil. Why the fuck did he act like this all of a sudden?
“Okay, what the fuck did I do?” you raise your voice at him, causing his brow to twitch slightly. You feel your heart beating faster and faster as you watch his face contort into many emotions all at once. You keep watching him, wanting just a spark of something that would tell you what you’d done wrong. “Javi, seriously. You can’t just go all oyster on me.”
“You’re mad at me because I don’t want to sleep with you.” He finally says, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. He was right. You wanted to sleep with him, you wanted him to take you with everything he could muster, hell, you wanted him to fuck you into senselessness. But he wasn’t giving into you, and it made you furious.
“Yes. That’s part of it.” You say, drawing his attention to you. You can see the conflicting emotions behind his eyes, and you understand his struggle. You really weren’t being nice to him, at all. “I’m mad at you because you make it seem like I’m a child that doesn’t know what they want. That they have so many options but don’t know which ones to choose from.”
He takes in your words, almost like he’s tasting them. “I don’t think of you as a child, hermosa. You’re just young. Too young for someone like me.” He tells you, and you can tell it comes from his heart. It breaks your own slightly, Javi thinking that your age has anything to do with what he should decide. You lay your hand on top of his, drawing his eyes from your face to where your skin is leaning against one another’s.
“Javi. I don’t care how old you are. This thing that’s going on between us… I don’t know if you feel it the same way as I do, but to me it feels like it’s working. I like what’s going on between us. I like the dates we’ve gone on today. I like you, Javi.” You tell him, and you watch his face as he once again takes in your words. Then he’s turning to you, his hand slowly coming up to grasp behind your neck, drawing you in for a kiss.
It’s short and slow, nothing like the other sensual and heated kisses you’ve exchanged so far. It feels good and there’s a certain domesticity in it that leaves you craving more as he pulls away from you. “Alright,” he says as his eyes find yours again. “It’s not happening today. It’ll happen when the moment is right. Not outside, not anywhere that is uncomfortable. Like I said, I want you to be comfortable.”
You nod with a small smile as you look at him. He’s bathed in the light from the lamps on the street, and he looks so good in that lighting. His shirt is still unbuttoned from when you were straddling him, and it tugs on something in your abdomen. You really would love to see his chest more than what’s already revealed to you at this moment.
He gets out of the car swiftly before he’s opening the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take. You slide your fingers in between his, like it’s their home. He follows you to your front door, watching you as you unlock the door to your apartment before you turn to him. “I’ll see you soon, hermosa.”
He presses another kiss to your lips, pulling you close to him to have you close one more time before he pulls away from you, turning back to get into his car. “When, Javi?” You yell, just before he gets into the driver's seat, causing him to look up at you.
“I’ll call you.” He offers you a smile and a wink before he gets into his car, leaving you to your own thoughts on the front steps. He didn’t even have your number…
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cursing
summary: i can’t think of a plot so maybe something like the reader first joining the group and she’s rlly shy and innocent so all the losers don’t want her near richie but one day he tries talking to her alone but they get detention somehow bc of him so her and richie have to do work like cleaning up classes and he rubs off on her and she picks up his sayings so the losers freak out?
A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it, I hope you still enjoy though
Richie Tozier is characterized by his crude remarks. Friends, peers, teachers and parent alike know that if they want their respective students, friends or children to behave and remain innocent, they best separate them by a mile from Richie himself. New kids are warned to scoot if Richie tries to approach them, and if you’re seen talking to him, it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that curse words will become your second nature.
The losers club, aka Richie’s friends, accept this about him - except for Stan, who maintains his near perfect grammar despite being Richie’s oldest companion- and would never try to withhold him from getting to know new people and forming a friendship, but that doesn’t mean they try to shelter said person on occasion.
The first day you arrived at Derry high, eyes casted downwards as to not initiate eye contact with anyone out of shyness, the losers knew that they had to keep Richie’s crude words and humor away from you. They approached you, and just like any descend peer and classmate would do, took you under their wings. It wasn’t a secret that you were a shy person, riddled with social anxiety and the apprehensiveness to stand up for yourself, but the losers had tricks up their sleeve to help you overcome that fear. They do after all have a lot of experience in that department.
Your calmness contradicts everything that Richie claims to stand for -he’d never openly admit to his softer, more well-spoken side-, and though there is nothing wrong with either, the losers still maintained that you had to be eased into getting introduced to Richie’s abrasive persona.
Richie still hung out with you plenty, in fact it seemed as if you and Richie developed the closest friendship out of all of them, but as soon as the first syllables of an explicate would be formed, the other losers would loudly cuff of gently nudge Richie to let him know to stop talking.
For the most part, at least in the beginning, Richie stuck to his promise he had made with the losers. He tried his best to not let any lewd langue’s slip around you, with the exertion of mom jokes - the losers couldn’t convince him to forgo those – and with a few misshapes not counted in, they rarely happened.
But then, unexpectedly and unfitting for you, both Richie and you get detention. Richie has gotten detention before, a lot in fact, but never had their timid, newest addition of the losers club been in any kind of trouble. It frustrated even Bev and Ben, and Richie of course, when Eddie, Stan and you ganged up on them to be the voice of caution, refusing to do anything remotely illegal or dangerous. So you getting detention was not something any of them ever saw happening.
It came as no surprise to find out Richie had pulled you into trouble with him, by babbling away in class and trying to get you to respond to his hyper antics in the middle of the class with the teacher every student feared most, Miss Michez. He would throw props of paper your way, write stuff on it and beg for you to respond to it, yell out random things until you caved in and laughed so hard you nearly snorted. Miss Michez, never one to allow any descriptiveness in her class, hurried to give Richie detention, and by default you, to find any reason to chase him out of her classroom.
It didn’t matter to her that today was the first day of the year that the sun actually warmed up the surface, and that a bunch of test were impending and the losers had hoped for one last day of relaxing. All she thought of was punishing her students.
The losers, already planning on hanging out that day, decided to wait for the two of you outside of the school, even knowing that you and Richie were likely to be stuck there for at least an hour after everyone else was dismissed.
They were waiting in a state of uncertainty. They’d never seen you upset, or sad before, and you might not be now either, but they had no idea what to expect. They didn’t know if you were the type of person to freak out over getting in trouble with elders, or if you didn’t care. Assuming you would be upset, the losers collectively bundle their pocket money and got to the store around the corner of the school and bought heaps of comfort food.
When they were done shopping, they made sure to loiter around the front of the school. A part of them was hopeful that Richie managed to keep you bright and happy and smiley, but they know that detention isn’t a joke so prepare for the worst.
At the hour and a half mark, the usual duration of detention on a Wednesday, Richie lanky body flew out the door, the door sweeping open and shut behind him. He had his arm tucked over your shoulders, and he laughed as he led you away from the - what he described as - grounds of hell.
‘G-g-uys, are y-y-you okay?’ Bill asks as soon as you and Richie are within reach. There’s no visible upset on your face, not as far as he can tell, but you might have just been covering it up very well.
‘What? Oh yeah we’re fine, the old hag couldn’t wait to get rid of us’, Richie laughs as he leads you closer to the group.
‘Yeah, I don’t think she realized she was setting herself up for more time with Richie’, you say as you duck under his arm. ‘Whatever, the bitch deserved it.’
Ben chokes on his own spit, while Beverly cackles so loud it’s surprising miss Michez doesn’t storm down the stairs to shush them.
‘Did you just curse?’ Stan grounds out, wide eyes looking at you like it’s the first time he has ever seen you.
‘Some people deserve it’, you answer, that same shyness the losers are so used of you coming back slowly. Apparently, the moment of brave boldness has come and gone. ‘Kind of like Eddie’s mom.’
Bev roars louder, holding herself up by a beam so she doesn’t fall over laughing. Eddie’s face turns white, and his gaze slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifts to Richie’s face. Then he states calmly; ‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’
Richie is granted three seconds to run.
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as long as i’m living
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 4,097
summary: Battles are always hard, especially the aftermath and what’s left behind.
warnings: Parent death. Cussing. Violence. Angst. Hurt to comfort.
a/n: Lmao I don’t always get the motivation to write, but when I do... Please let me know what you guys think.
There’s a certain feeling that lingers in the air in the ending moments of the battle. When the dust has started to settle and you’re not quite sure whether or not that was the last of your enemy or if you need to prepare for another wave. The wariness clung to your skin like sweat as you look around, heart still racing a million miles an hour.
The scent of blood hadn’t yet been overtaken by the scent of death, but it wouldn’t be long before it did. It’s tangy and metallic and you could just choke on it.
This particular battle was at a Hydra base, and the reptilians that you’d been fighting for hours covered the ground.
As you looked around and your eyes met a pair of lifeless orbs, you’re reminded that even though they were horrible, despicable people, they were still people.
They were human.
Their blood ran just as red as yours, their fingerprints a pattern just as unique as yours. There would never be someone just like them. There would never be someone with the same marks on their skin, their moles and freckles and stretchmarks. They wouldn’t have the same experiences or memories, and the ones that the people on the ground had were gone forever.
But you scoffed as your eyes made out the Hydra symbol on an agent’s shirt.
Hydra’s members might’ve had the bodies of humans, but every single one of them had a monster’s mind.
You couldn’t bring yourself to believe there was anything human about choosing a life of killing people in the name of hatred, of taking down mankind.
But the worst part of the aftermath of a battle was when you had to comb through after to find survivors. You had to take those that had survived in for questioning and then they were usually thrown into a prison cell for the rest of their lives.
“Honey?”
A good amount of the tension that resided in your chest and leaked out into your shoulders released as you heard the sound of your lover’s voice.
“Bucky,” you breathed out in relief as he came down the hall.
But there was protocol that had to be followed.
He stopped six feet away, taking a breath. “How many dates did it take before I kissed you?” He asked.
A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Four. And I kissed you first because you were too nervous.”
Security questions. Things only you and your teammates would know. The lot of you had been through enough cases of stolen identities and imposters attempting to infiltrate the team for you to go without them.
The hunk of a man that you called yours rushed forward and cupped your face like you were made of fine china before kissing you soundly.
Every logical thought left your head as you melted against him. Butter. That’s what you were anytime he touched you. Fucking melted butter.
You had never thought that you’d meet someone that could make you feel so at home until you’d met him four years before. It had taken you a little while to let him in, and most people were surprised when they found out that he was the one that was breaking down your walls and not the other way around.
“You okay?” He asked, even as he was already pulling back to check you over. He lifted your arms to check for any injuries before doing the same to each leg while letting you lean on him. A sly smile spread over his face as he then began to pat down your tummy and your back, ending with playfully squeezing your ass.
You knew part of it was actually to look for injuries, but the bigger point of it was him trying to unfurrow your brow and relax, to get you to laugh.
And it worked every time.
But a whimper cut through the air and you froze. “What was that?” You asked as your head whipped towards the direction it had come from.
“I’m not sure,” Bucky said, his hand going to the gun that rested in his holster. “Wait he—”
Before he could even finish his sentence, you were rushing towards the sound.
You had a gut feeling that it wasn’t an enemy. That hadn’t been the sound of a cold-hearted Hydra agent.
“M-Mommy?”
Heart hammering, you stopped in the doorway of what looked like a mini laboratory, stopping in your tracks as you saw the scene laid out before you.
You jerked awake as you heard the sirens going off, the alarms. You’d been through enough safety drills to know that they meant trouble.
Your mother reached for you, her loving hands picking you up and wrapping you in a warm blanket. “There we go… There’s my baby girl. All nice and warm,” she cooed.
Why was she in her work suit? You didn’t understand… She wasn’t supposed to work until morning, right?
The only light in the room was coming from the window, moonlight streaming in and landing on your bed, where your pile of stuffed animals rested.
“Mama?” You yawned, eyes still fuzzy from sleep. “Mama, what’s going on?”
“We’re gonna play a game, okay?” She whispered, bringing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion. There was a look in her eyes that you couldn’t name. It was a foreign wobble in her lower lips, a glassiness in her eyes.
The fabric of her black suit was rough as you clung to her. “What kind of game, mama? I’m tired… Why can’t I go back to bed?”
She grabbed your favorite stuffed animal from the bed, a stuffed elephant named Pinky, and placed her in your arms. “Because we gotta, okay?” She said, a tear trickling down her cheek.
For some reason, the tone of her voice got you to stop complaining, and you nodded. In your short life, you’d never seen her so… panicked.
Your mother plastered on a smile as she carried you to the miniscule kitchen of your apartment, over to the lazy Susan in the corner. “We’re gonna play a game of hide and seek, okay? And we gotta win, yeah? You like winning.”
That was true. You’d had a bit of a competitive streak.
After you confirmed what she said with a nod, she hugged you tight, tighter than you’d ever been hugged before. “Mama loves you so much,” she said, tears openly rolling down her cheeks as she pressed kisses all over your face. “You know how much mama loves you? More than anything. More than the moon and all the stars in the sky.”
Her sadness was starting to spill into you as you looked at her, your chubby hands holding onto her cheeks. “M-Mama? Mama, what’s happening?”
“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl. Mama loves you. And I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna be here for you, okay?” She said, sniffling as she wiped at your eyes. “No more tears, okay? No crying in hide and seek, yeah? We gotta win and we can’t win if we’re crying.”
“I love you, mama,” you said, feeling the overwhelming urge to tell her over and over. “I love you.”
“I know, baby girl,” she said with a weak laugh as she kissed your cheeks. She opened up the door of the corner cabinet, pushing everything inside back to make enough room for a four year old. Your mother wrapped you and Pinky up in the blanket a little tighter, a weak smile on her lips. “You’re gonna hide in here, okay? And you’re gonna go all the way to the back, yeah?” She set you in the cabinet, holding your face in her hands. “And listen. Look at me. Look at me. You have to be completely silent. No noise at all, okay? We gotta win hide and seek.”
Your brows furrowed as you started to get out of the cabinet. “B-But I wanna hide with you, mama. Where are you hiding? Who are we playing with?”
She shook her head as she urged you back into the cabinet. “Shh… Shh…” She glanced back towards the front door before looking back at you. There were footsteps running by outside, but so far no one had attempted to come in.
“Mama?” You whispered, your eyes round with fear as you glanced towards the door. “W-Who are we playing with?”
The shaky breath she took alarmed you. “It’s a surprise, okay?” She said as she got you to sit back down in the cabinet. “But listen. Mama needs you to cover your ears, yeah? And no coming out or peeking until the sirens stop or I come and get you, okay?”
A nod. “O-Okay, mama…”
She pressed her lips to your forehead, and you could feel her tears on your scalp. “I love you so much, baby girl. So much.” Your mother closed the cabinet door after urging you to scoot towards the back, Pinky clutched to your chest.
The cabinet was pitch black except for the little sliver of light that came from the crack at the bottom of the door.
Heart pounding, you covered your ears just like she said, squeezing your eyes shut for good measure.
You could hear the blood pounding in your ears. Despite your mother reassuring you that everything was going to be okay, you couldn’t stop crying.
There were random bangs here and there, and then you heard the banging on the front door of your apartment. There was another bang, and then a loud thud, like a door being slammed against the wall.
You couldn’t quite hear what else was happening as you sat inside the cabinet. Pinky’s soft fur and the warmth of the blanket was the only comfort you had.
There was a commotion outside, but your mother’s words rang in your ears. No peeking or uncovering your ears or getting out of the cabinet until the sirens stopped or she came and got you.
But this was bad. Really bad. You could feel it in your gut.
Your mother had always told you to trust your gut, but you could tell this wasn’t the time.
But maybe just a peek wouldn’t hurt… You just wanted to know what was going on.
Palms sweaty, you opened the door just a crack to peek out into the kitchen. Your blood ran cold as you saw your mother pointing a gun at a man that was standing in the doorway.
“Get the fuck out,” she snarled. You’d always known she was a powerful woman, a lioness, but you’d never gotten to see it in person.
The man sneered, the look of the devil in his eyes as he shifted his gun in his grip. “You’re not the one in charge here, are you? Not exactly one to be giving orders.” He turned his head slightly as someone spoke into his earpiece. The look that settled over his face was horrifying. “It’s not personal,” he said as his finger twitched on the trigger. A loud bang echoed throughout the room, your hand slapping over your mouth as you fought the scream that bubbled up in your throat.
Blood splattered across the pristine white cabinets of your kitchen as your mother fell. Her knees made a thud as she cried out, falling onto her side. There was an indent on one of the cabinets where the bullet had hit after it exited her lower back.
“Like I said,” the man said with a snort. “It’s not personal.” He left with his boots thudding against the tiled floor, leaving the door open.
Your entire body was trembling as you pushed the cabinet door open, your heart racing. “M-Mama?” You said as you slowly left the cabinet. “Mama?”
She had curled up on the ground, pressing her hands to the entry wound on her tummy. “B-Baby girl… Y-You need to g-get back in the cabinet, okay?”
Shaking your head, you crawled towards her, not caring that your purple pajama pants were getting soaked. Your lower lip wobbled as you went to her side. “Mama? Y-You’re hurt.” You needed to get help. You had to.
You had started to get to your feet, your legs wobbling, when she grabbed your hand. “Baby girl. Baby. C-Come here,” she said. She knew there was no way she’d be able to convince you to get back in the cabinet now. Her slender fingers, which you had always thought were so pretty and elegant, reached up to cup your face. “It’s gonna b-be okay. I promise. B-But I need you to stay right here with me.” Your mother shifted, wincing in pain. “My baby. I love you so, so m-much. And I’m always g-gonna be with you. I promise.”
“Y-You pinky promise?” You whimpered, holding up your pinky for her.
A weak smile brightened her face for just a second as she nodded, wrapping her larger pinky around yours. “I p-pinky promise. Now can you come over h-here? Get real close.”
Sniffling, you moved closer to her and let her guide your head to rest over her heart. “I love you, m-mama… You’re gonna b-be okay, right?”
“Yes, baby. I’m g-gonna be okay,” she said, her voice cracking. “I love you more than the moon and all the stars in the sky.” Her arm wrapped around you, keeping you close as she started to softly sing the lullaby she sang to you every night. “I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be…” It was from your favorite night time book, Love You Forever. There wasn’t a single night that you could remember where she didn’t read it to you before bed.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as she sang the lullaby over and over, her free hand smoothing over your hair. Her heartbeat was getting weaker. You could feel it.
She was fading.
“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living…”
Silence.
Her hand had stopped moving. Her arm around you went limp.
“M-Mama?” Lower lip wobbling, you sat up a little, turning to look at her face. Your hands moved to her face. “Mama? M-Mama, you gotta wake up,” you said as you shook her a little. The panic was starting to set in when she still didn’t move, even though her eyes were open. Everyone had always told you that you’d had her eyes, but now they were strange and unnatural, unfocused.
“Mama!” You cried, literally begging at this point as you shook her even harder. “M-Mama, you gotta wake up! Wake up!” You slumped against her as you realized she wasn’t going to wake up, sobbing into her chest. “Mama… Mama, please… Don’t go…”
It was several hours before anyone found you. At least four.
There were footsteps coming down the hall, but you hardly noticed. You were curled up against her body, holding onto her hand even though her fingers had gone cold.
“Shit.”
Your head slowly turned to see several agents in the doorway.
“Hey, kid,” the one in front said after a rather pregnant pause.
Hiccups shook your chest as you looked at him. “M-Mama’s gone. And n-no one came to h-help.”
The man sighed, rubbing his temples. “Come on. Let’s get you out of there,” he said, walking over and picking you up. “NO! NO!” You screamed, kicking out at him. It was the most energy you’d had in hours. “PUT ME DOWN! I WANNA STAY WITH MAMA! I WANNA STAY!”
“You said it yourself, kid,” he said as he carried you out of there. “Your mom’s gone.”
There was a little girl sitting on the ground, her hair in pigtail braids. “Mommy?” She repeated, her little voice wavering as she shook the woman that was lying on the ground. “Mommy, wake up. You gotta wake up.”
It was like a mirror had been forced in front of your face, and then someone had smashed your head into it.
It was jarring, being reminded that Hydra agents, just like any other humans, had children. And when they died for their cause, those children were left behind as orphans.
“Honey…,” Bucky whispered behind you, but he stopped once he realized what was happening.
He knew your past. Of course he did. And he visited your mother’s grave with you every chance the two of you got.
You did always get to see her name on the Wall of Valor anytime you went to any SHIELD facility. You could never bring yourself to pass it without kissing your fingers and pressing it to her name.
It was hard sometimes. You didn’t really get to know her as a person or an agent. You knew her as your mother, of course, but you wanted to truly know her. You wanted to know who her first love was, her favorite brand of jeans, what her favorite movie genre was.
And this little girl would be just like you if you didn’t do something about it. She’d end up in the foster system, being passed around until either someone adopted her or she aged out, like you had.
You couldn’t let that happen.
“Hi, sweetheart,” you said softly as you moved closer to the little girl. “What’s your name?”
She jerked in surprise, backing away towards her mother as she looked up at you and Bucky with wide brown eyes. “W-Who are you?”
A fierce urge of protection came over you as you gave her your name, crouching down and watching her closely. “Can you tell me your name?”
You were doing your best to fight the grief that was welling up in your chest. It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to think about the night that you’d lost your mother, but now you were reliving it. Colors and sounds and scents were flying through your mind at an alarming pace as you tried to focus on the little girl in front of you.
“V-Valerie,” she said after a second. She sniffed as she looked back at the body behind her. “C-Can you h-help my mommy? She’s not waking up.”
Taking a shaky breath, you moved towards her. Your shaking fingers pressed against her pulse point in her neck, and just as you suspected, there was nothing. She was almost cold to the touch already.
Valerie was younger than you had been, but only by a few months. Her round cheeks were stained with tears as she watched you examine her mother.
“Val, can you look at me?” You asked gently as you took her hands in yours. Your throat felt tight as you tried to find the words to explain. It hadn’t exactly been done gently for you.
She nodded, her soft eyes hopeful. “C-Can you help mommy?”
A deep breath. Count to five.
“You know… When I was your age… When I was your age, my mommy had to go away,” you said quietly, squeezing her hands. “She got hurt. And… And she had to go somewhere better. Somewhere she wouldn’t hurt anymore.”
“But… But I want her here,” Valerie whimpered, a fresh wave of tears coming over her. “Why can’t she be not hurt here?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” you admitted as you smoothed her flyaways back away from her face. God, your own tears were threatening to overwhelm you. “But my mommy is always with me, just like yours will be with you,” you said. You pointed to her heart. “Right here.”
You’d have to explain in more detail later on down the road, or maybe she’d just come to understand as she got older. In all honesty, you just really hoped that she would grow to understand.
Her brows furrowed as she looked down at your joined hands. “But… But mommy feels better now? S-She’s not hurt?”
Pressing your lips together, you nodded. “Exactly. Her body is here, but her heart and her soul is not, yeah? And she’s looking down on you right now.” You looked around, trying to find any sign of another parent. “Do you have a dad?”
She shook her head, her thumb going to her mouth.
Bucky’s heart hurt for you and the little girl as you searched the suite, eventually finding birth certificates and everything you’d need.
“Bucky, can you take these?” You asked, knowing that you two needed to get back to the quinjet. There was no doubt that your teammates were shouting into Bucky’s comm, since you’d turned yours off. After the documents were safe in his arms, you turned to Valerie. “Sweetheart, can I pick you up? We need to get out of here, okay?” It took a second for her to agree, but you easily lifted her into your arms and rested her on your hip. “Do you have a favorite blankie? A favorite stuffed animal?” Once her stuffed animal was in her arms and her head was covered with the blanket, her vision obscured from seeing the carnage of the battle, you nodded to Bucky, and the three of you quickly found your way to the quinjet.
“Not a word,” Bucky warned the others as the three of you climbed on.
The others were watching in confusion as you took Valerie to one of the seats farthest away from everyone. “Okay, sweetheart,” you said as you gently uncovered her head. “It’s gonna be a few hours until we’re home. You wanna get some sleep?”
She nodded, still sucking her thumb. “W-Will you stay with me?” She asked, clinging to you.
“Yes. I will,” you said reassuringly. “Can I change out of these clothes first? They’re a little uncomfy, huh, baby?”
Bucky moved over to her, quietly introducing himself as your boyfriend as you changed into civilian clothing in the bathroom.
“What are you thinking?” Natasha asked the second you emerged. “Taking a kid?”
“We killed her mother,” you said, watching Bucky and Valerie over her shoulder. It definitely seemed like they were getting along…
“Her mother was a Hydra agent.”
Your brows furrowed as you met her eyes again. “And?” Out of all people, Natasha should’ve understood why you brought the little girl along. “She’s a child. One that deserves a future.” A grin spread over your lips as you moved back to the two, relaxing as you saw the faint smile on Valerie’s lips.
“I may have promised Val that we could get ice cream tomorrow,” Bucky said, giving you puppy eyes as he looked up from where he was kneeling in front of the little girl.
“Yeah? I think we can do ice cream,” you said with a slow smile as you sat down.
The little girl immediately crawled into your lap and curled up against your chest, closing her eyes. She was dozing on and off the two hour plane ride home, and you immediately took her to bed once you got back.
Bucky and you tucked her into your shared bed, knowing you’d have to go and get her a bed and everything the next day. But you didn’t mind giving up your bed for her.
“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always,” you sang sweetly to her as you unbraided her hair, smoothing it away from her face. “As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be…”
“She’s so tiny,” Bucky whispered, looking at the little girl with a soft reverence. “She reminds me of Becca when she was small…” He couldn’t help but smile as he rested his chin on the edge of the bed. “We need to get her a bed and things…”
“Tomorrow…,” you said quietly, shushing him gently.
Maybe the universe had intended for you to find her. Maybe Valerie was meant to be your daughter, because the second you had seen her, you’d known that you’d do anything to protect her.
Just like your mother had done for you.
She was still teaching you things even now.
There was a certain feeling lingering in the air. It was the exact opposite of what you always felt at the end of a battle.
The smell of baby shampoo. The sound of her soft snores. Bucky’s head resting against your shoulder.
The both of you needed to shower, but you didn’t care. It could wait just a little bit longer.
Your eyes felt hot as you caressed the little girl’s cheek, swallowing around the lump in her throat. “I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”
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