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haohaohuihui · 2 years ago

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╰┈i missed you┈➤

seungcheol × fem!oc/reader smut au

Summary: Reese(Reader) agreed to live under one roof with Jude(Cheol), a famous model who only goes home every weekend, even though they don't really have any kind of relationship, aside from sleeping together without strings attached.

Pairings: Model!Seungcheol as Jude and Reader as Reese

Genre: softcore smut and fluff(maybe? if you read between the lines?😭) Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings/Tags: softcore, penetration(f receiving), protected seggs(always practice safe sex), pet names, fingering, dom and sub kink-ish?, begging, praise kink

Disclaimer:

English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there would be typos and grammar errors 🙏🏼

I give svt members different names to remind me not to be excessively(?) delulu 😭

Sipping on your third glass of red wine, you relax your back on the white couch in the middle of the living room.

It's already Wednesday, but you feel like your week is just starting. Work is getting tough at this time of the school year and you're just glad that you're already home at this hour.

After dimming the lights using a master remote control, you open the TV and play the series that you've been watching since last week. You don't have the patience to watch a TV series, but boredom got the best of you.

But you're amazed that the show is actually interesting and now you unexpectedly get why everyone likes it.

Hugging the fluffy gray throw pillow on your side, your nose suddenly catches a familiar scent.

Jude's…

And automatically, your thoughts bring you to the last time he was there on the very spot you're sitting on right now. Your cheek burns when you remember how many times Jude took you that night on that white couch.

The way he settles his large hand around your neck... The way he bites your shoulder as he spoons and enters you from behi—

"Ugh. Stop it, Reese!" You reprimand yourself as you sip on your glass again.

Biting your lower lip, you press your thighs together as you try to resist the ache that's starting to pound in between your legs. You shake your head disapprovingly. It's baffling how by just the whiff of his scent that he left on the pillows, your body is already reacting like this.

The truth is… As much as you don't want to admit it, what you feel for him is already more than the physical and it's driving you crazy because you can't tell that to him. You're afraid that all of these will end in a flash if you decide to confess what you really feel for him.

You even miss him so badly right now. It's been three weeks since the last time you saw him, and you think you're ridiculous for feeling this way for someone who just thinks of you as his fuck buddy.

You sigh as you focus your eyes on what you are watching, but you already can't deny the nagging sensation that you're feeling down there to even make sense of what's happening on the show.

Then suddenly the main characters on the show start making out. Their moans fill the spaces of your living room and that causes you to lose the war going in between your legs.

Sliding your hands to one of your thighs, you are about to touch yourself when you hear a very familiar voice, causing you to jerk from your seat.

"Let me."

"What the f—How...You're here…" Are the only words that you can make up when you see Jude standing on the side of the couch just wearing a white shirt and gray sweatpants.

And even with dimmed lights, you can see his biceps flex as he crosses his arms.

You gulp.

Why is he here? It's not yet his rest day?

Still confused, you stand from the couch and walk towards the glass window, and pretend to look at the city lights outside.

"Why are you here?" You must look and sound like an idiot, but what the heck? Did he see what you were about to do?

And what does he mean by "Let me"?

Of course, you're not dumb. You know what he meant, but you're just too embarrassed to even admit that to yourself and your flushed cheeks are the evidence of that.

On the side of your eye, you watch him stand beside you. He starts to watch you intently as a small smile makes its way to his lips.

"My shoot was canceled," he replies as if that alone can answer your question why he's here.

Well, he owns this place, but it's just strange to see him on a weekday.

He suddenly reaches for your hair that's almost covering your glasses and tucks it behind your ear. "That's better "

You can feel your heart beating erratically inside your chest when he starts to stroke the top of your head, stopping to hold the start of your little ponytail, then gently letting his hand down to the end of your hair.

He does it again, making sure his fingertips touch your nape, causing you to feel a subtle shiver down your spine.

You bite your lower lip and grab on your robe as you stifle a moan. Stopping his actions, he smirks as he puts his hand back inside his pocket.

He knows it turns you on when he does that.

You glare at him, but he mirrors it with his full smile, knowing fully well that it's the smile that takes you on one hell of a ride every damn time.

He then licks his lips as he looks at you from head to toe and you can't help but curse yourself because his effect on you is not like this before.

He then tries to catch your gaze, and when he finally locks eyes with you, he swiftly lays his hands on your shoulder before gently pushing you against the glass window.

Swallowing the lump that's forming inside your throat, you look up at him as he places one of his hands on the glass just beside your head before leaning down near your ear.

"I missed you."

You gulp again.

Fuck. Why is he saying things like that? I might get the wrong idea!

He then proceeds to lick your earlobe before leaving butterfly kisses on your cheeks, making your already hazy brain drunker because of his kisses.

You close your eyes tightly.

Gosh. I missed him too.

"Hmmm…" you whimper as you grasp both sides of his shirt.

Hearing you let out a soft moan, he breathes raggedly as he takes your lips in yearning, urgent kisses as his hands slide from your shoulders down to your waist.

You can't count how many times you did this with him anymore, but tonight it feels...different. The way he touches your skin is different. Even his kisses are different…

You just don't know if it's a good thing or not...

Pushing those thoughts away, you wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him down to deepen the kiss. You then feel one of his hands travel down your thighs, underneath the skirt of your nightie.

You gasp when his hand starts digging into your panties and desperately reaching your wetness.

"Baby… You're already wet," he whispers against your mouth as he parts your thighs more so he can brush his long, sturdy fingers on your heat properly.

"F-Fuck," you curse as you dig your nails into his shoulders, causing him to groan loudly.

He nibbles on your lower lip as he dips his two digits inside your core, forcing shocked moans out of you.

Quickening the pace of his fingers, he leaves your lips and starts biting your jawline gently as you moan his name over and over again.

Without even wasting any time, he wraps one arm around you before lifting you, prompting you to hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he takes wide steps forward and spreads you across the bar counter just near the living room as if you're his favorite meal ready to be devoured.

"What the hell, Jude?" you blurt out, but it's as if he can't hear you anymore.

He pauses to gaze at you, his eyes darkening with desire—and something else that you can't put a name to—before he takes off his shirt, making you stare at his lean and delicious abs with your mouth agape.

Smirking because of your reaction, he gets a foil pack from his pocket before pulling down his sweatpants to let out his throbbing, hard length.

You watch Jude take his shaft and stroke it before he quickly rips the foil pack using his teeth to match your quickening breath.

He then hovers over you as you plant your both hands on the quartz stone countertop. With hasty but gentle hands, he undoes the knot of your robe and quickly gets rid of everything that's covering you.

He then closes the distance between your lips and begins to kiss you passionately like he did last time as he gently caresses both of your breasts with your heart racing inside your chest.

His kisses slowly go down from your lips to the column of your neck until it reaches the valley of your breasts. Leaving small love bites, he finds your left nipple and sucks on it.

"Jude… M-More—" you moan out as you throw your head back.

He smiles against your skin as he continues to lick and suck on your buds.

"Please...P-Please…" You beg him, grabbing onto his hair, desperately needing to feel all of him.

Jude stops his movements but stays in his position. "Please, what? Tell me exactly what you want, Baby."

His thumb then starts to rub on your clit as he waits for your answer.

"Uhhhmm… I… I need… I-I want you inside me," you say in between moans and whimpers.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks again, not stopping his movements in your heat.

You nod vigorously as you feel your first release. "Y-yes... W-wait! Ahhh...I'm coming!"

You almost protest when he suddenly stops his work on your clit, but it's automatically replaced with a high-pitched moan when he suddenly AND aggressively strokes his shaft against your womanhood, making your legs shake as you ride your first climax.

Jude smiles down at you before he leans down to kiss your forehead. "Good girl."

You are trying to steady your breathing when you notice him adjusting himself to prepare to enter you as he parts your legs wider, putting your right leg on one of his shoulders.

He then places both of his hands on the countertop to steady himself before he gently pushes his length inside of you.

You both moan out as you feel him stretching you from the inside.

"Fuck, Resse…" Jude grunts as he slides in and out of you with such ease when you get used to his massive length.

"Harder… Faster…" you plead as you clasp the edge of the countertop because of how intense his thrusts are.

You just need more of him, even if it's just like this. Even if it's just "sex" for him…

Following your plea, he puts down your leg on his shoulder and places both of your legs around his waist before pulling you near him.

He looks at you longingly as he removes the hair that's covering your face, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck.

He then suddenly jerks his hips forward and pumps his shaft just the way you asked for it—harder and faster.

He then rests his face on the nook of your neck as you both feel your oncoming climax, both of your bodies passionately pounding against each other in the heat of the moment.

"Cum with me, Baby," he commands as he rocks his hips faster, making your legs quake in anticipation.

Sounds of wild moaning and slaps of skin fill the living room as both of you refuse to dive on the edge without the other.

Jude releases himself in the rubber while still deep inside of you while you scream his name along with other profanities as you climax along with him.

He collapses on top of you, but his strong arms are still trying to balance both of your bodies as you also try hard to catch your breath.

Jude then kisses your temple, longer than usual.

Damn. He hasn't even done that before.

"I'll be gone to Europe in two weeks. I don't think I can handle not seeing you that long…Can you please come with me?"

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I'd really appreciate it if you leave short feebacks or just re-blog this post 🥰💕 Thanks for reading!

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sayakaskokofish · 7 months ago

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Hello! I know I've been remaking a bunch of stuff but I'm almost positive this will be the last time unless I find a new charater fixation.

I own almost nothing but this blog and my work aside from my robin dividers (and some others) and the robin rentry since I learned how to make one.

I sincerely hope you enjoy my blog and it's remake and can continue to support me and my very depressing motivation!

I write for almost every character with the exception of most Fontaine characters but if I do however write for them they may end up being ooc since I quit playing before Fontaines release so some writing may be stereotypes and personality that I've gathered from media.

If you however have questions if I write for a charater, you are definitely free to ask!

A lot of my rules are standard to my main blogs rules however i let anyone interact but I am a minor who will not write nsfw and I am not sure I plan to even as I become an adult as I just am not comfortable with sex and that stuff in general

If you can't access my main blog however ( @yourlocalmikankinnie ) I can give brief rule explaining here.

☆ I don't write for kid characters like Klee, Diona, Nahida, Dori, Qiqi, ect but I do write for charaters like Fischl and Chongyun who are more teen like as someone who is a teen. And since I don't write nsfw I will not sexualize minor charaters or minor presenting.

☆ I will write angst and heavy topics like suicide and self harm but I will absolutely not glorify it in any way and the only reason I am willing to write such topics is because not only have I attempted (I barley talk about it online with the exception of briefly talking to my friends) but it's very difficult getting comfort scenarios for self harm that aren't the general method. I won't do yandere stuff however, along with that kinda dark content.

☆ My limit for charaters is probably like 4-5 unless specified otherwise but even then I can't promise that all charaters will be written for so if you have a charater you specifically want written make sure to tell me snd I'll prioritize them out of the other charaters if my motivation runs out.

☆ I do write for other genres and I'm open to gender/pronoun S/O, Y/N, ects however I'm a white female so male readers may be a bit tricky and I won't write anything of ethnicities but I can do features like glasses, hair colors, charater like readers, lgbtq+ themes, aus (occasionally) and anything else I'll awnser if questioned on!

More stuff will be added

I know that it's a bit confusing having a robin themed blog while only writing genshin but I have like almost 0 clue and knowledge on honkai impact and jonkai star rail besides certain stuff and charaters I know.

I'll probably try making rentrys for people now that I know how to but I can't promise they'll be as good as the ones you can get from other people since I've just learned how to make one.

Another import thing to know is that I am a fast typer and my keyboard is slightly messed up so spelling errors WILL happen lol

with all of that said, thank you for checking my blog out, I apologize for the tags greatly, it's just to branch my new thing out

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yae miko x reader #xiao x reader #sangonomiya kokomi x reader #scaramouche x reader #mew mew meow meow #posts will be updated at some point lol

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foggieststars · 1 month ago

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A little bit scared so sending this on anon. I really do think that writing is a skill and most of the amazing fic comes from years of practice and hard work but I also want to say, it's never to late to start! I have only started writing fic in the last year (I'm in my 30s) before that I last did creative writing in high school english class, never for fun. I've always been an avid reader but my uni degree and job are science based and I never thought of myself as creative or artistic. I just decided to try my best and start small with low expectations and then build up. I was much more reliant on my very kind beta than a more practiced writer (dialogue tags are the bane on my life). But people have seemingly enjoyed my work, I've had lovely comments and even a few 'inspired by' fics come out of it! I don't think I'm a 'skilled writer' but I do think that people can 'get into writing fanfic' without feeling like they already need years of experience. They can have a nice experience (though maybe shouldn't expect to see their first work become a fandom classic!). I just don't want anyone thinking of starting to be discouraged, which I'm sure wasn't your intention, it was just how I felt for many years hearing of people who had been writing since they were children. But then I thought, I'm only gonna get older, might as well start now! I really hope this doesn't come off as a dick of an ask (do feel free to ignore it if it does), I suppose I just wanted to share a different experience of writing as a newbie.

glad to hear you're enjoying writing !! :) apologies if what i said discouraged you, it wasn't my intention to do so - i think writing is like any skill, you can pick it up and start practicing at any time in your life. i think perhaps there's some confusion about the two separate points i was making in my responses to the asks - one of which being, i personally have been writing since i was a kid, and the second being that i think practicing is very key to learning how to write and is something that is generally undervalued when people discuss writing - specifically here i'm thinking of writing spaces i used to frequent on reddit lol

i wasn't saying 'you must have been writing for years to write well' - i just meant it's about practice. the original ask in question was 'how do people just write fics like that even new writers write bangers straight away', i was pointing out that a) lots of people remake accounts and might not be new at writing fic and i myself have been writing for a long old time and b) even if they are new, it still takes practice and trial and error when you're new to a hobby, like anything. if i was to try and draw something right now it wouldn't be very good because i've not put time/effort into trying to learn how to draw. if i was to put 100 hours into practicing drawing, i would probably draw something better!

i completely agree with you that you're never too old to learn any skill and i'm really glad your fics have been well-received, and i'd never want to discourage anybody from picking up writing, there is literally no time like the present! but i was also trying to say that writing is a skill that needs practicing, like with any hobby, and i don't think those two things are mutually exclusive ideas :)

#ask #i don't think of myself as a particularly skilled writer and i also didn't mean you need years of practice #and also who is listening to me about writing advice anyway. but all i meant was practicing is important no matter when you pick up writing #sorry if i discouraged you in any way

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leonenjoyer69 · 29 days ago

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Hello!!! I suppose I'd like to start by saying apologies for any frustration my messy ass tumblr may have caused. I do most of my character development and infodumping on discord now, so my tumblr has gotten kinda neglected on account of me A- not knowing what I have and haven't shared on here, B- not having much motivation to collect thoughts and post on here, and C- not really expecting newer people to discover/care about him, which is kinda stupid ig lmao.

Otherwise!! I'll be sure to write out a big long yap about Elias's actual character and development, since I've been kinda intending to but just haven't had the motivation and keep forgetting. Again, apologies, since I know everything and yap about it sm elsewhere I don't really think about how confusing it may be. Uh, for basics/beginnings tho, I do have a fic for him, which I'm actually working on the next chapter for rn. Lanyon basically accidentally takes the HJ7 the night after blackfog and everything, and poof, Elias!

Design wise tho!! I made him back in March of last year, so before a decent bit of recent Lanyon development, and while he has changed a decent bit, he's still mosttttly the same designwise. Making him white honestly wasn't really an idea I had? Hyde retains most all of Jekyll's structure outside of his hair and body size, so I wanted Elias to still look very close to Lanyon but different enough that it wouldn't be "obvious". His skin is cooler instead of lighter or darker, mainly bc changing the color too much did feel a bit odd, but mainly for design and like,, logical reasons, I suppose. It just felt odd that the potion would completely change the color of his skin to such a degree, personally. His eyes are green bc of the potion, bc I'm simple like that 💔 they're also a different shape, for reasons I can't quite remember, ngl. I also changed his nose shape?? a decent bit?? Mainly bc I used to draw Lanyon a bit differently than how he was in canon bc my memory was off, but I've been fixing that in recent artworks. I made his hair blond bc I felt like the potion would have more of a bleaching effect on hair than a "recessive genes" type thing, plus it was just something unnatural and eye catching and messy. Uhhhh, clothes was a bunch of trial and error honestly, but I knew I wanted a messier and less "gentlemanly" style, hence the open collar. Higher society and expectations suffocate him, so why not let Elias breathe freely?

Also the "white Elias" joke image I mentioned in the tags was simply an edit someone asked for while I was messing around with colors on a piece I had drawn a while ago, lmao. basically saying "lol what if you gave him the ginger Lanyon color pallet" and it certainly looked odd, but still merely a joke.

Additionally!!! I love your design, he's very cute and squishable :33 your reasonings are also quite interesting /pos (your style is also very yummy)

Uh, once again sorry about the confusion, and sorry if even this is messy af. I'm a bit sick rn, so my brain is kinda blanking on words and a lot of information,,,,

like I said, I'll try to get a big ramble post about the basics of him uploaded, but for now the best thing I can turn you towards is the fic I mentioned, at least until I can get all the info collected and written out. Otherwise, I'd be happy to perhaps share my discord in DMs so we could have proper conversation if you wished? I definitely wouldn't mind talking, and thank you for being interested in my silly AU btw jdjfkdkfk

If the headcanon that Edward Hyde is made of recessive genes is right then Elias would probably look like this lol

#tgs #oc: elias wright #lanyon takes the potion au #my ramblings #the consequences of neglecting tumblr 😔

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years ago

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Pink Scarf - PART 13 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Spanking. Dom!Elvis and dom/sub dynamics. Rough sex. ANGST. Panic attack (sort of?). Jealousy. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 5,073

A/N: Woo baby, here we go again, ya'll! I know some of y'all were feeling lots of things after Part 12, so here's the hopefully-interesting conclusion to that particular encounter. But be warned, Reader and Elvis are very much still going through it with a lot of big emotions and reactions to those emotions.

(Also, the convo about the moon is real *sob*, though of course not to our reader originally.)

You will also notice the addition of the Pink Scarf Series Masterlist! I've pinned it as the top post on my page as well as changed it at the top of all the chapter parts. This will hopefully help end the confusing navigation issues that people were running into. I'm sorry it took so long. I will likely add some fun post links for the playlist and photos from the different eras referenced in different parts for funsies at some point!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to Elvis Twitter, who stumbled into the Pink Scarf vortex and are now with us in the chokehold of '69 Pink Scarf Era Elvis and are supporting and sharing this lil' fic over there--I see you and appreciate you! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

Elvis rises from the velvet couch. He looks incredible, powerful, his tan face flushed, those electric blue irises blown black with rage and lust, a combination that sends fear and excitement like a bolt of lightning down your spine.

Your chest begins to heave as he undoes his belt. He is staring daggers into you as he does so. Jaw clenching, those pouty lips in a stern line, he unzips his fly, letting his tailored pants fall down over his narrow hips. Even though you know you can stop this at any time, the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you pushed him too far indeed, and he is not going to go easy on you, and a part of you is glad for it. You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Open that dirty lil’ mouth for me, y/n,” he orders, one hand pumping his dick. Precum already glistens on the tip, and the way he says your name feels like an admonishment. Your legs go weak at the implication of what he is commanding.

You obey, mouth dropping open, and he guides himself in. Your eyes roll back at the salty taste of him as he fills you.

“No, no, baby, you look at me while I punish you. Gotta see that you’re learnin’ your lesson,” Elvis says, grabbing your hair and pulling up, forcing your eyes to open.

His words have more wetness pooling in your core and at this rate, you’re worried you’ll drip on the expensive, lush couch. You look up and Elvis looks positively godlike and gorgeous looming over you, his mouth popping open and eyes wild with desire as you widen your tongue over the bottom of his cock. You start to bring your hands up to fondle him, but he slaps them away, his eyes smoldering.

“No, you take what I give you,” he growls, then without warning, plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat.

Unprepared, you sputter and gag around his hot length, but he holds you still, his hand strong at the back of your hair. He moans and pushes deeper, and you begin to panic a little, tears stinging your eyes.

“Look at me.” You look up. “Next time you want to use this mouth on anyone else, I want you to think of my cock deep in your throat, just like this,” Elvis whispers vehemently. “I want you to remember that mine’s the only cock you should ever even think about choking on.” He pushes a little deeper for emphasis. You moan, the vibrations making him shudder. He pulls out, strings of your saliva clinging to his dick, and you can breathe again. You take in deep breaths because something tells you this is not over and that thought has your thighs quivering with need.

“Is that clear, lil’ girl?” he says, fingers wrapping in your hair and pulling tightly. He looks down at you like he could eat you alive, drunk with power.

“Yes, Daddy,” you concede.

“Gonna be good for me and learn your lesson?” he says, tapping his swollen head on your lips. You open wide and look up at him again through wet lashes, relishing in the way he makes you feel so small yet also like you’re the only other person in the world.

“There’s my good lil’ girl, so hungry for me,” he praises.

His words have you rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction, as he pushes into you again. You are more prepared this time, but Elvis is still longer than you’re used to, so you gag around him. He groans low and long, those long dark lashes of his fluttering as his eyes drift closed, as though he is composing himself to continue. When he opens his eyes again, the lust in them is so palpable that it sends a searing heat rolling over you, spreading through your body like wildfire. He begins fucking your face unrelentingly, holding your head fast as he plows in so deep that the hairs at his base tickle your lips. He pulls out enough to let you breathe and checks in with you nonverbally before disciplining you again, his length sliding down your throat, filling you in a way you never imagined possible.

“Relax that throat, honey,” Elvis encourages you. “Doin’ so good, baby, taking your punishment,” he murmurs, looking down at you, eyes inebriated with you as he fucks your mouth.

You know you are a mess, tears streaming down your face, covered in spit, with absolutely obscene sounds coming from your mouth as he uses you in a way that no man has before. But you don’t care because all of Elvis Presley’s attention is on you, you are making him feel good, his dick is down your throat, and god, that makes you want to come undone.

His pace quickens and you feel him tense all over, his legs beginning to shudder, and you know he’s close. His lips tremble and curl as he grits his teeth, those bedroom eyes falling shut as his grip in your hair tightens and stills you.

“You’re gonna hold on to it for me, baby…aw, hell!” he cries out, eyes rolling back, and you feel him pulse, his warm salty cum hitting the back of your throat. You obey, trying not to choke as he fills you up, pumping his frustration and possessiveness into you. Holding his cum in your mouth, you wait patiently as he pulls himself out of you.

He catches himself so he doesn’t collapse on top of you, his gorgeous blues blinking slowly as he comes back down to earth, taking you in. You’ve never seen something so sexy in your life as seeing him come apart.

“Open your mouth,” Elvis commands, looking at you intensely and once seeing the pool of his desire there, he nods approvingly. “Swallow,” he orders, tapping your chin closed with his index finger, and you do, making a show of gulping it down. He grabs your chin, those still wounded eyes trapping you in their gaze. “You ain’t never gonna spit me out, are ya, baby?”

You know he’s referring to what you said you did with Jack. He’s still not happy about it, his voice both authoritative and hurt.

“No, Daddy,” you respond. You don’t want anyone but Elvis ever again, if you can possibly help it, though you don’t know how realistic that is. But you don’t want to think about that now.

He grunts and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The heated way he looks at you lets you know he’s not done with you yet.

“Such a good lil’ girl for Daddy,” he praises, “Takin’ your lessons so well.” He runs his fingers through your hair, then effortlessly pulls you up to standing. You are so close to him, but not touching, reminding you of that moment a mere week ago in the bar the night of the opening of his show. How you had practically rolled up his body, the teasing tension between you thick but much more innocent than it is now. Now, his assertive essence envelops you to the point of dizziness, your physical need for him slick between your thighs and the rest of you needing him on a level you’ve never needed from anyone.

Elvis looks down at you, eyes heavy but alert, still brimming with passion but unwavering. You bring your hand to his chest, but he catches your wrist before you can touch him with a tsk and a shake of his head. You cannot help but pout, your need growing exponentially the more he denies you.

Instead, Elvis sits on the sofa, kicking off his pants, spread wide for you to see his half-hard dick between his lean, toned thighs. Tilting his chin down and looking up at you in that famously cocky and alluring way of his, he demands, “Take of your dress.”

You blink for a moment, then realizing he wants a bit of a show, you turn and unzip slowly, your dress falling into a puddle at your feet. Your panties are already tangled there, from when he took his hand to your backside, and you step out of them, turning towards him in only your bra.

He just looks up at you through those classic rebellious but boyish eyes, reminding you of a time long ago. You can’t help but see the petulant young man in him, the one that parents hated and teenagers fell over, as he lifts his hand to signal that he wants you completely naked for him. You shiver at the sudden thought that maybe, just maybe, you could’ve had him like this a long, long time ago. That he could’ve taken you in that booth in the diner or on the lawn at his house in the cover of darkness, his young and less experienced hands petting you, luscious lips soft on yours, making you fall apart for him in more innocent ways.

And out of everything that has occurred in the last hour, that is the thought that really has you feeling hot all over, the one that brings you close to shame and the blatant realization that maybe you two were headed here all along. That these games you’ve been playing didn’t start a week ago, but nearly 14 years ago. That as much as you came to love Jack, it might’ve been Elvis who you truly fell for first.

It nearly knocks the breath from you as you remove the last bit of clothing from your body, exposing yourself completely for this mesmerizing man who has the masses in the palm of his hand, who has you in the palm of his hand. He beckons you to him wordlessly; he doesn’t need words, and you go to him as if hypnotized.

You think you knew subconsciously then what you know consciously now—Elvis Presley cannot be contained. He is beyond any other man in that he belongs to both everyone and no one. Trying to tie him down would be like keeping an eagle from flight. Somehow you sensed that in 1955 and let him go before you could even dream to tie him down. And now, more than anything, you want to fly with him.

He stops you as you walk in between his legs, looking over you with controlled hunger. His fingers dance up your thigh, teasing up to the place you need him the most. You can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips as his fingers flit over your mound.

Head tilted to the side, Elvis speaks again, his voice soft but commanding, “Are you gonna be a good lil’ girl for Daddy, or are you gonna be a brat?”

You ponder that for a second, because honestly both options are tantalizing, so you try to figure out what he wants. Does he want you to submit or to fight him?

Finally, you decide. “I’m gonna be a good girl, Daddy.”

That seems to be the right answer. His lip curls up in a half-smile. With that, he runs a long finger ever so gently between your legs, barely touching your folds. You mewl at the sensation, body shuddering, desperate for more.

“Christ, baby, you’re soaking and I ain’t hardly touched you,” he smirks, looking at your wetness on his fingertip.

You wiggle a little, needing friction, something, anything. He stills your hips and shakes his head. “Uh uh, I thought you said you’re gonna be a good girl. Good girls ask nicely,” he grins.

“Please, please touch me, Daddy,” you plead breathlessly.

He nods, lust filling his eyes, as he deliberately runs two fingers back and forth through your sopping folds before circling over your clit. The stimulation after so long has you moaning, knees weak, nearly falling over into him. Your hips start to rock of their own accord, but his hand stops again and you whine.

“No, tell me exactly what you want, baby,” he coos, eyes heavy lidded but alert.

“I…please…Daddy, I want your fingers inside me,” you whisper, begging. You barely recognize the breathy sound coming from your lips.

“Like this?” he asks, his left eyebrow shooting up as he slowly slips two digits into your pussy.

You groan and nod frantically, but once inside, he does not move them. Frustrated, you buck on his hand.

“Back to being a brat, huh?” he says in such a way that you think he’s glad for it. He spanks your ass, causing you to hiss in surprise, squirming and clenching around his fingers. “So goddamn hungry for it, huh? Didn’t you learn your lesson, baby girl?” His voice is husky and dark again, and you want him so badly it hurts. You’ve had enough of his teasing.

“I guess I fucking didn’t, Daddy,” you say belligerently, impatiently, with as much sass as possible. Being good isn’t getting you anywhere. No, you want him over the edge.

In one quick move he throws you face down onto the sofa. “Guess I’m gonna have to wreck this pretty little cunt of yours then, won’t I, baby girl?” Elvis snarls in your ear, his hand at your neck.

It’s exactly what you want. What you need.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you gasp into the couch cushion, the soft velvet creasing into your cheek, and you hear him groan as though helpless to contain it.

With a loud smack, he hits your ass again and before you can recover from the sting, he’s got his dick between your legs. He’s already hard again (the man’s stamina is unmatched), which you are grateful for as he finally plunges into your pussy, filling you completely.

You cry out in pleasure as Elvis begins fucking the hell out of you, seemingly taking out every frustration and insecurity he has on you in the best of ways. He yanks up your hips, drilling into you relentlessly, filling you, hitting every spot of satisfaction along the way with his length. Your eyes roll back as you clutch at the velvet fabric under your palms. The squelching between your thighs is punctuated by his thrusts and grunts and growls.

Elvis, needing more of you, pulls out and flips you over. His eyes are wild, too wild perhaps, but it doesn’t matter. Those soft pliant lips of his crash into yours frantically before dragging down your neck, teeth biting at your collarbone. You wrap around him, nails digging into his back, scratching into his scalp as those lips scorch into your chest, suckling welts into your breasts, claiming you as his.

When he enters you again, it’s as though he’s trying to consume you from the inside out. Like he wants every part of you at the same time. His beautiful face rockets from one emotion to another—possessive anger to boyish insecurity to passionate lust to unbridled fear—you can’t keep up. You are along for the glorious ride.

Your pleasure builds but it’s not just chasing the high that has you flying above the clouds. It’s that in this moment, he’s yours, all yours, and there is no doubt that you are his. You don’t care about Jack or anything else. It’s just him. It’s all Elvis.

The closer you come to unraveling the more frenetic he becomes. It’s as though everything is being stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and untethered, so he clings to you. This larger-than-life man clings to you and all you want is to get lost in him. But he won’t let you.

“I’m…close…” you stutter breathlessly, needing the release he’s promising, needing him to shoot you far up into the inky black of the night sky.

“Y/n,” he pants, “baby, look at me.”

You stare up into his endless blues.

“Are you mine?” The question is not possessive, or part of the game, or even leading. It’s so completely honest and innocent you almost forget what you’re doing, the cliff you are headed for.

You don’t even have to think about it, it just comes out. “Yes, Elvis, I’m yours.”

And then your climax hits hard, so hard you’re almost blinded, but the way he’s intimately staring into your eyes keeps you grounded as he rides you through it. Your body tenses and then it lets go, and you can barely breathe because everything you’ve been holding in for the last week seems to release from you all at once, in an overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion.

Elvis is so intensely focused on you that you feel as though you might drown in him, drown in all these feelings. Everything seems to collide within you all at once and suddenly you’re crying as you come down, sobbing as your body gives way under the pressure.

“Baby? Oh, god, did I hurt you, baby?” he asks desperately, sounding frightened.

You shake your head, your shaking hand coming up to cover your face. “No…no, it’s…not…that,” you choke out between sobs.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Satnin,” he whispers in your ear, rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

Satnin…

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself truly fall apart without trying to cover it up to make someone else comfortable or to push it down and ignore it. You let it overtake you completely, letting yourself be carried away on the flood of uncertainty, of grief over your failed marriage, your inability to conceive, and the feeling that you’ve wasted so much time on all of it. Your fears about opening your heart up again just to be hurt once more also surface, and with them your love, your love for Elvis which has been growing since the day you met, the love you are finally admitting to yourself, which is absolutely terrifying to you because what if it means that everything else was a lie? Was your life with Jack born from a life you knew you couldn’t have with Elvis? And perhaps you are doomed to love yet another man who cannot give you his whole heart?

And then Elvis goes and looks at you like that and asks you if you are his, and of course you are, of course, of course, is all you can think, over and over. But you can’t allow yourself to get lost in another man, especially not this man, but you feel like you have no control. You are being swept away by Elvis, regardless of logic.

You don’t know how long you weep for, wrapped in Elvis’ arms as he pets you and murmurs in your ear, “Satnin, breathe. Breathe, baby.”

You feel like the world is collapsing in on itself, but you anchor yourself to the sound of his voice, that crooning, distinctly Elvis voice, and the feel of his arms around you and you breathe. In and out. In and out.

“That’s it, mama,” he coos, still holding you tightly. “You just get it all out. I’m here.”

He’s here.

That nearly makes you weep all over again, but you continue to breathe through it, through your panic and your doubt until you begin to relax.

Finally, you are able to look at him again, your body feeling strangely light and floaty. Elvis looks at you with a mixture of concern, fear, and protectiveness, trying to comprehend what is happening, but waiting to take your lead rather than asking himself.

“I…I’m sorry. That was…overwhelming,” you breathe out, wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks quietly, brow furrowed.

“No, it wasn’t that, that part felt good…it was more like the physical release somehow broke through a dam inside me and sent this flood of emotion through me,” you try to explain, trying to make sense and reassure him at the same time.

He nods and waits for you to continue.

“I…I’m going through some stuff, baby,” you stutter out, “and I’m rethinking a lot of my life and what’s led up to this, us. My marriage is in shambles, and I feel caught up in this whirlpool of emotions that I don’t know how to piece through.” Your voice wavers and you clutch at him, afraid to spin out again. You can’t tell him more than that, not yet, even though you know he is wondering.

Elvis smooths your hair, resting his warm palm against your cheek, his rings cool against the burning of your skin. You sense that he has things he wants to say, you can practically see his thoughts churning, but he holds them back, not wanting to overwhelm you with them. And for that you are grateful.

“Will you come with me?” he finally says, getting up, putting on a robe, and holding out his hand for you. Confused, you take his hand, glad for it, as you are a little dizzy and unsteady on your feet. He holds out another robe for you, wrapping it around you gently, and then pulls you with him.

He opens a door you’ve never seen, one that blended so seamlessly into the wall, you didn’t know it was even there. He takes you up the dark staircase, your thoughts now running with curiosity, and then he opens another door at the top. It reveals a rooftop patio, clad with lounging chairs and all.

You gasp at the sight of the Las Vegas skyline twinkling with neon lights against the darkness of the desert night sky. You are so far up, you feel like you could touch the moon, and it makes you feel more lightheaded than you already are. You clutch at Elvis’ hand, and sensing your awe, he brings you to one of the lounge chairs and encourages you to lie back. He pulls another right up against yours and lies next to you.

There is silence for a moment as you both take in the night sky. The light pollution makes it hard to see all the stars, but some are still there, twinkling in the infinite blackness.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says quietly. “Do you remember?”

And suddenly, you do.

Memphis 1956

It’s a hot and sultry early July night, and you are glad for the new swimming pool here at Elvis’ house on Audubon Drive. Your swimsuit sticks damply to your skin, despite having been out of the pool for a while, causing you to practically peel yourself off the lawn chair you’ve been sitting in. You managed to finish yet another glass of sweet tea as you watch Elvis, Jack, and Elvis’ relations mess around in the pool, but as twilight turns into night, you feel like you need a moment away from the roughhousing of the boys and the tittering of the girls.

You grab your towel and find a quiet spot on the lawn, enough away from the fray that you can breathe, but not in view of the fans camped out in front of Elvis’ house, wishing and begging for a glimpse of their new idol.

It’s mind boggling how quickly he’s gone from hometown celebrity to near superstardom in a year. This is his first real stay at the new home he was able to buy for his parents in this upper crest Memphis neighborhood—a far cry from the projects he grew up in. You are so happy for him, but he has been going nearly nonstop since the turn of the year. In fact, this is his first vacation from the insanity of touring and television appearances and recording sessions since everything blew up for him.

As you lay down on the towel, head looking up to the stars, you think of just how much has changed in the last year. God, a year ago, you thought you’d be engaged to Ted. That thought makes you scrunch up your nose. And now, well, now there was Jack, who was quickly becoming much more than just a friend. And, of course there was Elvis, your handsome friend-turned-celebrity, playing sold out shows that ended in riots with the girls tearing off his clothes and causing an uproar amongst parents everywhere with his jiggling on national television. He was even starting his movie career out in Hollywood next month.

It was all rather overwhelming. It was a wonder he hadn’t forgotten you all back home, but while he had definitely changed in some ways, fame had not changed his unwavering love for his family or his friends.

Suddenly, water rains down on you from above as a tall and very wet-from-the-pool Elvis looms over you, bending down and shaking his wet hair over your face to get your attention.

“Elvis!” you squeal, throwing your hands up to protect your face, “Ew! Stop!”

He laughs that boisterous laugh of his, pleased with himself. “What ya doin’ all the way over here by your lonesome, doll?” he asks, plopping his wet body next to you on your towel. He’s close enough that the cool wet of his arm brushes up against yours as he leans on his side and looks down at you, those eyes of his sparking in the dark. “Ain’t you havin’ fun?” he asks with concern and honesty, with another shake of his head.

You laugh and wipe the droplets off your face, knowing that making a deal of it will just spurn him on and likely get you thrown in the pool. “Yes, I’m having fun. I just needed a moment away from the fray,” you say, looking up at him.

Elvis eyes wander over you curiously, quietly, and suddenly you feel very exposed in your two-piece bathing suit, lying here alone in the dark with this beautiful yet goofy young man hovering so close. Those eyes of his are so soulful sometimes, so watchful, like he’s taking in every little thing around him, and right now that is you. A warm flush comes over you and you are glad for the darkness.

You want to speak to break the silence, but you can’t think of anything to say, your mouth suddenly full of cotton. While you and Jack have started dating and you are quickly becoming committed to that, you feel very aware of why so many young women are literally throwing themselves at Elvis, why he seems to have a girlfriend in every county from here to Texas. Your heart flutters. You want to shake the thought and the feeling away, but as his too-long wet hair falls over his forehead and his pretty baby face looks down at you, you feel nearly entranced.

Finally, he seems to have gotten whatever he was looking for by staring at you and flings himself on his back with a loud sigh. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and scold yourself for thinking about Elvis in any more than a friendly manner. He is still close to you though, the side of his damp body nearly pressed against yours, and for a moment, you feel a shiver of gooseflesh rise on your skin in response.

“Yeah, I get that,” he says, almost startling you, “the needin’ to ‘get away from the fray’ thing. I feel like I’ve been in the fray so constantly now that I’ve forgotten what bein’ out of it feels like.”

You are both quiet for a moment, just staring up at the stars. It’s not uncomfortable, the silence, but to you, it feels charged somehow. Maybe it’s just your imagination. Regardless, your heart still flutters in your chest.

“What a beautiful night,” he breathes out next to you.

“Yes, it is,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes to the stars.

“Keep your eyes on the moon, y/n,” he says, almost dreamily.

You look over at him, confused.

“Seriously, baby, keep your eyes on the moon, and you’ll see a glowing blue ring appear,” Elvis urges you.

“Okay,” you say incredulously, turning your head back to the sky. Silently, you both stare at the glowing orb hovering above you for what seems like minutes. You wonder if he’s lost his mind a little, or if he’s playing one of his tricks, but then you see it—a bright blue ring, pulsing with the beat of your heart. You gasp.

“Do ya see it? Now, let yourself totally relax, and just focus on the space between the moon and the stars,” he says, his voice almost hypnotizing. “Don’t think about anythin’, just let yourself float. If you can relax enough, you can go right up there with them.”

So you do. You lie there and let yourself float up between the moon and the stars. You feel increasingly strange but also free and unchained from the constant thoughts that usually race through your mind at any one moment. You are enthralled by the night sky, flying high.

“How long have you been doing this?” you whisper in the darkness.

“Since I was a little boy,” Elvis whispers back, eyes still on the moon.

You look over at him, his face full of an innocent wonder. Then, he turns his face to yours, so close in the darkness that you think you can feel his warm breath on your face. “Do you believe me, y/n?”

You nod. With Elvis, anything seems possible.

“I promise you, y/n, I’m serious. People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand,” he says, offendedly, as though he has very real wounds from that happening before.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Elvis. I see it. I feel it,” you say, in wonder. In wonder not just at the night sky and your ability to float to the moon, but at the boy lying next to you, the one who is so much deeper than he appears.

He nods, giving you a vulnerable yet piercing look that shakes you. Then his cool hand grabs yours, as if anchoring the two of you together as you both turn back to float into the night sky.

“I remember,” you whisper, answering his question, looking into up into the same sky as before. It is years older and from a different vantage point but nearly unchanged in its ancient, endless beauty.

“Just relax and float, Satnin. Just you and me and the moon and the stars,” he whispers. Then he winds his fingers through yours, anchoring you together and you breathe. You try to let go of it all and just be, knowing that Elvis won’t let you float aimlessly away, lost in the sky forever.

Just you and me and the moon and the stars.

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years ago

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I have a request for your future work. If you are comfortable writing this topic, I'd love to read it.

I have always had very bad cramps when I'm on my period. I also have PMS so I struggle with pain a week before my period starts. And It makes me think, if I could not let go of this cruel pain until menopause, I'd rather stop living. (Sorry it sounds heavy)

I want Bucky to comfort women who are struggling with serious period cramps ( Dysmenorrhea ) and PMS.

Thank you for reading my request! You can ignore this if you are not feeling right!

I love you so much❤️

Of course!!!

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PMS for Please Make it Stop

Bucky x reader

Summary: Reader suffers from severe cramps and PMS symptoms on and in between her periods. Bucky, her boyfriend, comforts her as much as he can.

Word count: 1666

Warnings: talk of everything that comes with periods, pain and cramps, PMS, fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I am so sorry that it’s so painful for you! I’ve had a lot of experience with “that time of the month” feeling completely unbearable, and I hope that this fic is helpful! I don’t know exactly what you’re going through because each person has different symptoms with different severities and time spans. I truly hope that this helps you! I’m always here to talk as a fellow person with periods and the emotions that come with them!

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You rolled over in bed, curling in on yourself and using your pillow to suppress a groan. It was early morning, you could tell because the sun was up but Bucky hadn’t left for his run with Steve yet. It was that time of the month again, the one you hated so goddamn much. The one every woman hated so much. But it was never just the few days of blood they had taught you about in sex ed.

You hadn’t been prepared for the cramps, bloating, mood swings, headaches, cravings, and pain…

So. Much. Pain.

You could handle blood, that wasn’t an issue for you. You had seen your share of bloodshed on the battlefield. It was the horrible cramps that felt like something was stabbing you from the inside out constantly for a week preceding the bloodshed that was too much for you. It paralyzed you in a way. It hurt to do anything at all. As much as you hated to admit it, you could deal with any cut, burn, or broken bone. But these cramps had you curled in a ball with tears in your eyes.

You let out another groan and felt Bucky stir next to you. He turned over and rubbed one of his hands up and down your arm and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, why are you awake?” he asked softly, sleep still lacing his voice. There were only 2 reasons that you would be awake. Either you had a nightmare, or...

You let out a small whimper as another wave of pain came over you.

...cramps.

“Hey, it’s okay, come here,” he said before carefully wrapping his arm around your stomach, rubbing small circles over your stomach. He brought his body flush against you so his chest to your back, without squeezing you too tightly. You sighed in relief, his warm body easing your pain slightly. He pressed soft kisses to your temple, whispering reassuring words in your ear.

He had learned a lot rather quickly when it came to helping you with your pain. He hadn’t known much at all at first, growing up in the 40’s where people never talked about it. When he had first walked in on you curled in the fetal position, crying and whimpering, he had been so worried. So when you referred to it as ‘just a period’ and that ‘it’s happened before', he was very confused.

He thought a period was something you ended a sentence with.

You had sent him to Nat and Wanda to explain what was happening. You had synced up with them naturally, but their cramps weren’t as severe as you. Everyone's experiences of periods, their symptoms, and PMS differently, but they felt bad for the severity of yours.

He was very confused as to why he had to ask other people about your pain. When he approached the two wide-eyed and confused, asking why you were in severe pain with no injuries, they had to try not to laugh.

They explained the basics to him, and what was off-limits. No assuming it was happening because of mood swings, no expecting you to keep functioning at peak condition, no mentioning how the emotional mood swings were happening

He was just in awe of it - how women were expected to just act naturally as if they weren’t bleeding at a constant rate while dealing with horrible pain and emotional mood swings. He thought that it was amazing that it was expected that they act naturally.

It took a little bit of trial and error and a lot of patience on both your parts, but he knew how he could help make these days as bearable as he could.

He would spend these days close to you, showing you a lot of affection. He would be gentle and patient with you, reminding you how much he loved you. He would get you anything you needed, be it food or pads or tampons. Once you had sent him to get pads and tampons and he had come back with one of every box with a sheepish look on his face.

“I didn’t know which ones you wanted so I got...all of them.”

You had laughed so hard that it hurt, but it was worth it. He made you promise not to tell Sam.

But eventually, he had learned what you needed. How he could help. The heat helped ease your cramps, so he’d hold you close, but not tightly. Rubbing your stomach helped too, in slow, lazy circles.

While he hated seeing you in pain, he loved taking care of you. Anything he could do to help you he would do.

Another cramp made you shift slightly, trying to find the impossible position that would help relieve the constant pain. You let out a small groan, trying to curl in tighter on yourself. Bucky pressed a small kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay angel, it’s alright.”

“It hurts,” you said, voice cracking.

“I know it does, I know,” he said, using his left hand to brush some hair out of your face.

“I just want it to stop hurting so much,” you said, letting out another pained whimper.

“I can’t imagine,” he said, sincerely. He couldn’t imagine the same pain every month with no relief or solution. He knew just how strong you were, strong as anyone on the team if not stronger. Seeing you in this much pain must have meant it was unbearable.

“I can’t make it go away but I’m here to do whatever I can to help, okay?” he whispered against your skin.

“I’m sorry about this,” you said.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Did you choose to go through this?” he asked softly.

“N-no.”

“Then you have nothing to apologize for.”

You nodded slightly, your heart melting. You tried to take slow and even breaths. After a few moments passed, he asked “Can I help you to the shower? You always say how much the hot water helps.”

You paused for a moment before you nodded, and he pressed another kiss to your temple before standing up and moving to the other side of the bed to help you stand. Moving from your position sounded like the worst idea right now, but you took a deep breath before taking his hands. You sat up slowly, groaning as your hand wrapped around your stomach. You stood up shortly after, bending forward slightly as you made your way to the bathroom with Bucky. He had noticed a bloodstain on the bed, but he didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to know that.

He turned on the water for you, checking the temperature every few moments. Once he deemed that it was hot enough but wasn’t going to burn your skin, he told you and gave you a quick hug before giving you some privacy. You had always enjoyed intimate showers together just...not when you had your period to worry about. When he closed the door, you started to slowly undress to get into the shower. You got into the shower, sighing in relief as it helped soothe your cramps.

Bucky, meanwhile, was working fast. First he texted Steve that he wouldn’t be able to make it to training today, knowing he would understand. He then moved to make the bed with clean sheets, so you wouldn't see the small bloodstain on the current ones. He didn’t want you to worry or feel bad about it. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts that you had always loved. He cracked the bathroom door open and placed them on the counter, careful not to disturb you. He then quickly ran down to the kitchen, still empty for the moment, and grabbed a few of your favorite snacks along with a few water bottles to bring back upstairs.

When he came back to the room, he noticed the water had been turned off. He set the water and snacks on the bedside table as you opened the bathroom door, hair in a messy bun and looking much more refreshed. “Feeling better?”

“A little,” you said quietly before wincing slightly. Bucky gave you a small smile before taking your hand and bringing you over to the bed, him sitting down and leaning against the headboard. He helped you sit down between his legs so you were able to lean your back against his chest. You laid your head back against him and he wrapped his arms around you so his human arm was on your lower stomach, his metal arm resting over it. You let out a small sigh, relaxing back against him. He pressed a small kiss to your temple, rubbing smooth lazy circles on your stomach.

“Try to get some rest, doll.” he whispered. “We can watch your favorite movie when you wake up.”

You turned slightly to look up at him. “But you hate that movie.”

“But you don’t,” he said simply.

You felt tears brim your eyes even though it felt so stupid. “I love you, Bucky.’

“I love you too angel,” he whispered, pressing a last kiss to the side of your head. “Try to get some rest.”

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 3 years ago

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7th Dimension (Chapter 2)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary for this chapter: Perhaps, the woman who happened to be teleported in the world of Jujutsu wasn't exactly the same woman he met back in that certain dimension after all. Would she still be a woman of use or just nugatory as Gojo Satoru could see fit?

Warnings: Mentions of Blood. Wounds. Todo being Todo. This happens in between the Goodwill Event, the Hanami incident. Some words written in Italics between dialogues only would be Romajis's for Japanese or English words being stated by specific characters from time to time. I've kind of shifted some scenes as well. Some gifs here and there. To those who already read my works, y'all know how I love inserting them in between chapters! 💙

Reminders to avoid confusion: Y'all would probably wonder how Gojo knows you---though, only in terms of appearance because the person who he's meeting here is not the same as whom he met in the special chapter in one of my other fanfics entitled Witcher of the Night. (It's a fanfic for The Witcher Series televised on Netflix) I don't even know why the heck I tried connecting both of these fanfics together. Think of it as a multi-verse. However, the woman---a.k.a reader in 7th Dimension is NOT the same nor have the same soul as the woman being portrayed in my other fic. They have different lives or history. They are entirely different but acquire the same appearances only. It's just so if you love The Witcher and also Jujutsu Kaisen, then you get the best of both worlds from my fanfic works. Heehee! (I haven't finished writing the Special Chapter I have for Gojo's appearance in the other fanfic I have, so I apologize. I'm currently focusing on writing future chapters for 7th Dimension first, so I hope any of you won't get lost in translation---I mean won't get lost in this fanfic of mine. <3)

A/N: I've updated a little too early! This chapter should've been published on February 23, 2022 but since y'all are too sweet from chapter 1, so here it is! An early chapter for everyone! Heehee! ENJOY!

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. Credits to the rightful owners! I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be. This has no connection towards the anime or manga as this is a FANFIC.

From the moment Juzo Kumiya's curtain was destroyed and Satoru Gojo activating his Hollow Technique: Purple, a gigantic single purple sphere that was bound to obliterate everything in its path and to prevent from Hanami from leaving the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event. The students of Kyoto Jujutsu High and Tokyo Jujutsu High were sure enough that the Special Grade Curse Spirit has been definitely annihilated.

But, not for the strongest sorcerer. He could sense there was more to it, probably even a bunch more surprising events that leave him dwelling that it was still alive.

"Yay! That settles everything!" Satoru gave principal Gakuganji a big thumbs up, completely irking him at the process as he grinned, his teeth radiating under the sunbeam of the early morning. The senile member of the higher-ups in the Jujutsu Society scowled before him, constantly hearing Juzo's pathetic whines and pained moans on the corner. Both sorcerers, leaving him bleeding out of his limbs due to Gojo's rash doing, planning that he was in for an interrogation.

He'd lifted a part of his blindfold, regarding such prodigal solution of his to this gatecrashing disturbance and closely observing if the special grade curse-spirit and curse users were still around the area. Gojo gave the scene a side-eye, unveiling one of his Arctic eyes which held great, compelling abilities that no other has inherited for the past hundred years.

The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer was absorbed in his own puzzling thoughts when he suddenly felt something else, making him blink twice.

Another intruder. Though, the emanations it held felt more familiar rather than the aleatory interlopers in the midst of the Goodwill Event.

He'd taken a pause, slightly taking him by surprise but never allowing other people to see through his astonishment, appearing to still remain unfazed by all and keeping himself under his cool, Satoru pointed back at Kyoto Jujutsu High's principal in a smug manner, calling in the shots for a halfly extirpated Juzo laying on the ground, "Principal Gakuganji, you take him out for interrogation, will ya'?"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji couldn't help the twitch form his mouth from his uncivilized talks, thoroughly antagonized by this particular sorcerer's existence and always seeing him as irritating and destructive. Gojo took no heed to his reply and instantaneously left him to his own, warping out of the scene to deal with another commotion that would be worth the bewilderment.

"Tch. This brat." the principal muttered beneath his breath as he deeply sighed.

Aoi Todo stood tall and proud with his chiseled, muscular build radiating beneath the sun's rays. Hands on his hips as he cackled out loud at the exceptional scenery that flashed before their eyes which happened to be Gojo's impractical way of cutting down a problem. The Grade 1 sorcerer was still chuckling as a single drop of sweat fell on the side of his neck, shaking his head from the sudden out turn.

Hanami was about to cast Domain Expansion if it weren't for the curtains which has been quickly destroyed by the man that was prohibited to enter, a curtain that pushed him out of the way to exclude himself in joining in the fun.

Gojo Satoru was never one to miss such ruckus especially when it had his students involved.

"Heh. I knew it. He's still nonstandard as ever." Todo deeply chuckled with a smirk, completely entertained by how Gojo's Hollow Technique crumbled half of Kyoto Jujutsu High into a disintegrating mess, the scene appeared like a large meteor came to ruin mother earth and its beauty, entirely a ramshackle Grand Canyon for the end of a world.

"Todo," Yuji Itadori, The Tiger of West Junior High and a first year student of Tokyo Jujutsu High who happened to be Sukuna's Vessel hollered for his friend's attention, how they quickly became friends on such a short amount of time still gets Itadori wondering what made it happen, "---Is this still Gojo Sensei's doing?"

What stood before them was a bottomless pit of bright abyss, the opposite of how a black hole could've been envisaged. Todo was quick enough to comprehend, its bright luminescence entirely taking them both as it also blinded them along the way. The partners in crime shielded themselves from the vivid streaks, momentarily looking away, squinting their eyes shut as it became drastic with every second.

It was obscuring their visions.

"Spatial Teleportation? No. This doesn't look like it. Unless he has learned something new or have been keeping something under his blindfold---"

In that instant, Todo heard a clamorous reverberation of a truck's horn, seeming to run them over through the blinding abyss. He was quick to revolt against the unforeseen collision and jumped high, the circular chasm closing in at least a second and cutting the Freight truck in half. The third year student couldn't believe his eyes as the scene before them unfold, zooming in on a woman flying out of the void who happened to have collided with the vehicle and appeared to be abominably thrashed by the impact.

"Yuji!" He loudly exclaimed as he was in the air, leaped high enough and hasty to even collide with the vehicle. Itadori's senses were also at high speed and like greased lightning, he'd grabbed you away, prancing to the sides before it has even slammed the both of you, "I got her!"

"Half a truck. Ha!---" Todo commented, guffawing at the unsought intrusion of something they didn't understand. He fell flat on his slippers, sauntering towards the huge truck cut in half. It hit a tree and probably ruined it due to the powerful impact of collision. He noticed that there was no one controlling the vehicle up front, leaving him looking utterly baffled by the accident, "---Where's the driver, then?"

"She's badly battered and bleeding." Itadori brought into the open, stating the obvious as he observed your wounds and bleeding skull. Blood seeped out of a deep, opened wound surrounding the side of your head, hemorrhage transparent and starting to begin for how beaten up you were, crimson liquid flowing down and probably staining his school uniform more than he even did to himself even after the fight with Hanami.

"We need to get her to Shoko-Senpai." He added and stood up, taking no sweat in carrying you in both his arms, determined to take a run for it to save your life as he gave Todo a glance, skeptical why the muscle-bound man has an expression of distrust.

"A woman who we don't know and who's certainly not Takada," Todo scoffed with a grin, crossing his burly arms as he closely observed you in curiosity, trying to see if you were a sorcerer, non-sorcerer or a cursed spirit.

An uncalled school of thought distracted him from the unfortunate incident. Without a doubt, it was not the right time for it. His impression telling him that you weren't his type in women. Though, Todo kept his mouth shut for the impertinent discussions for the meantime.

Yuji gave him a blank look, he knew it was not the right time for his fanboying nature when he was holding an immensely injured woman.

"Is she friends with the tree?" The pink haired student suddenly asked, eyeing Todo in doubt but utterly puzzled by the situation as he started to mutter random conjectures over your surprising entrance, "What if she's a ticking time bomb sent by the Special Grade Cursed Spirit and---"

Aoi Todo gave Yuji Itadori a point of his hand, motioning towards your battered self who was being held by his friend, "Then don't touch her, my Besto-Friendo."

"And leave her bleeding on the ground?" Itadori asked in disbelief, his tone sounding like he was alarmed of the situation that Todo wanted to happen, "---Todo," he continued, trying to catch his attention when the brawny man's shoulders shook from laughing out loud at his friend's reaction.

He was only kidding when he found Yuji's reaction utmost comical, never believing that he actually convinced him that he was serious.

Todo reached out, showing both robust arms to Itadori and offered to help and give you to the school's doctor instead, "I'll carry her then---"

Both men halted in between their chitter-chatters, seeming to feel like they were visited by a strong sorcerer who has saved the day. They've turned their heads to confirm and straightaway knew by the amount of cursed energy they've felt from the man.

There stood the honored one, Gojo Satoru who had his hands inside his pockets, standing tall as he wore his black blindfold. His moisturized lips inscrutable for them to know what he was thinking, though deep inside, there was no doubt that they were thinking that he wanted to give a remark over something because the Sensei never runs out of anything to say.

Surprisingly which was unconditionally enough to bowl over on, all they've gotten from him was a call of their name.

"Todo, Yuji." Satoru nonchalantly acknowledged, offering them a smile and bringing them to their attention. They were thinking that he was wondering who was the bleeding woman in his student's arms.

However, they had no idea that the Jujutsu Sorcerer knew your arrival beforehand.

"Hai, Gojo-Sensei." Itadori acknowledged his teacher with a respectful tone, turning at least ninety degrees to show the harmed woman in his arms, "She appeared out of nowhere, going through some type of dimensional-teleportation technique---" he was cut off by Todo who immediately questioned his theories.

"Is there even---" Itadori interrupted back, shrugging to himself as Gojo began to stroll towards where they stood, "Other than Gojo-Sensei who can warp in a definite amount of distance? No." he sounded rest-assured and continued his assumptions, "---But, in the movies, Yes. I guess."

Without even lifting a part of his blindfold, the strongest sorcerer knew then and there that the woman Yuji Itadori was holding is you, yet he felt like his own assurance held no concrete evidence because he knew himself that there was something different with the battered girl who was breathing on his student's arms versus the woman he met when he travelled in a dimension he hardly knew about.

A very strange one if Gojo Satoru was honest. It looked like you were living in a foreign world or a movie he could make Yuji watch for hours and actually learn how to fight using swords and those weak looking weapons.

He could hear your shallow breathing. You were breathing. You weren't dead. But, you could be if he stalled long enough.

You better not be dead when you actually knew what was going to happen in the future with just one touch to his face because your words were entirely accurate. There actually has been gatecrashers in the midst of the Goodwill Event, knowing Gojo---he doubted at first and never believed a single thing. However, after everything that has happened, he was convinced that the woman he met back then was a forecaster of the future.

Hence, this wounded woman happened to look exactly the same as her.

Though, he could feel it---doubted that this woman who was badly injured is the same person who he met back in that particular dimension.

"Is she teamed up with the cursed-spirits? Or just a non-sorcerer?" Todo was engaged in the conversation with Yuji, eyeing his friend and the woman in his arms, "---She should be dead then."

Aoi Todo was responsive enough of the surprising, self-effacing sensei who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He was also confident enough to call him out in between his abnormal silence and wanted to try and pry. "Oi, oi, oi!" the beefy man burst out with a grin as he was keeping an eye on Gojo Satoru who kept to be reticent, "Ha! well, this is a first---" A pause. "---Some dirt caught in your blindfold or something?"

"Yuji," Gojo repeated for the second time, weirdly unresponsive of Todo's razz as he retrieved his hands out of his pockets and tried to catch his student's attention who seemed to be like he was also lost in his own thoughts. He noticed how his teacher was motioning him to place you in his arms. Itadori blinked twice towards Satoru's outstretched arms and onto the bleeding woman who was unfortunately, you.

"Huh---right, Sensei." His student finally responded, willingly and carefully placing you in Gojo's long arms.

"I'll get her to Shoko."

Y/N be living the dream, now in Gojo's arms---IT'S MY DREAM! NOT HER! MY DREAM MAS! *kicks the ground*

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“A Walker knows, when a Walker knows” Part Seven. Let me take you home.

Book: The royal romance

Pairing: Drake Walker X F!MC (Riley Herreld)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 5.300

Series Summary: Fate interferes when Riley’s supposed to be working on that big Bachelor night. She gets drawn to Cordonia in another way. But what happens when a Workaholic, and a Walker come together? Are we in for a Christmas miracle?

One way to find out!

Part Seven. Summary: Riley and Drake both spill things they rather would’ve kept hidden, while their bodies seems to disagree less and less with their minds.

A/N: For everyone who takes time to read it, thank you!! Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this series A/N: Please excuse me for grammatical errors. A/N: After this one, there is only one left before Maxwell is going to edit the video, before our story build up is over.

Category: Christmas fluff.

Warnings: Swearing.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

A Walker knows, when a Walker knows.

Let me take you home.

Still Sunday, five days before Christmas.

Silence falls. The sound of their enhanced breaths mixes with the crackling of the fire and only one of them has to slightly lean in...

A sudden loud bang echoes through the silent night startling both. Drake instantly acts on instincts, but where he usually manages to handle such a situation calmly, he's taken over by sudden fear.

He tackles her to the ground, before completely covering her body with his, protecting both of their heads with his arms and hands.

Riley's not sure what just happened. Drake's body's tense on top of hers. He's leaning on his elbows to avoid crushing her, forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed, and his breathing seems far off. A tense silence falls before a light crackling fills the air caused by beautiful fireworks in the starry sky. "Drake," she whispers with a soft, slightly dazed smile, "it's fireworks."

"What?" Drake murmurs in confusion, finding last traces of colorful delight when he glances at the sky over his shoulder. A relieved breath escapes him and his head falls down in the crook of her neck. "Just fireworks... I am so sorry, Herreld!"

Her hands slide up, massaging the back of his neck in comfort. Her fingers drift once in a while off into his hair, applying pressure on his scalp as if she has done it a million times before. "It's fine, don't apologize!"

"Mmh..." A warm chuckle escapes her mouth when Drake groans in approval. "Still... I'm supposed to handle these possible threat situations without panicking. I have no idea what came over me."

"Newsflash! You're only human Drake. Buuuut it's good to know that I'm not only dealing with a sideline pyromaniac this week but also with the threat to be tackled at every moment. I'm looking forward to getting familiar with the ground in the week to come!

Drake snorts against her neck with no intention to move as she's working magic with her fingers. "Whaaat? I thought that you would be at least engaged to the ground, figuring how much time the two of you must be spending due to those feet of yours..."

Riley barks out a laugh, "Ohh, please don't let my husband 'mister work' hear that. He's easily jealous..."

"Is that right? So, what would he say if he heard about you serenading and, most of all, declaring your forever love to your clipboard?"

"Ohhh no, no," she grins, "we have no time for that kind of drama this week, Drake. Don't you dare!" His body slowly relaxes under her touch, murmuring, "Fine! Working with Max will cause enough drama this week anyway."

She chuckles warmly. "Much appreciated... And you're probably right... But Drake..."

He groans in protest when her hands leave his neck. "I know, I know." He jumps up, offering her his hand and she accepts it. "I get it, we've been here a while now. You have to get back to work." He easily pulls her back up to her feet, steadying her with his hands on her hips. "Come on."

He turns back towards the Christmas Market but is pulled back by a broad smiling Riley. "Yes, we're here for a while now, but I actually wanted to tell you that I'm getting hungry..." Her eyes fall on the hard-working volunteers in the distance, her last words turning into inaudible murmuring. With the hour-to-hour cleaning plan fresh in her memory, she knows that they are not even halfway and realizes that she might have gotten carried away for a little bit the past thirty minutes.

But where she usually wouldn't have to think twice about getting back to work, she finds herself conflicted for some unexplainable reason.

Drake notices her sudden struggle, gently guiding her eyes back to his with a hand on the cheek, lingering there. "Talk to me, Herreld."

"Well..." Riley bites her bottom lip in doubt, having trouble sharing her thoughts. "Would it..." she takes a deep breath, mumbling with her hand on her forehead. "God, I hate how much I suck at this..."

Drake knit his brows together to hide his amusement at the sudden spat of swearing.

She blurts. "Would it be really selfish that I actually want to" she takes one of the sticks in hand, holding it up for Drake to see, "stick around a little bit longer and complete that s'more?"

Drake blinks at her horrible joke, finding it hard to move past it. Especially when one secretly finds it way too amusing for his own liking, since he usually would've slammed Maxwell against the back of his head by blurring out an abomination like that.

Riley sighs, her brows furrowing at his ongoing silence. "Oh God, it is, isn't it? You know... I'm going to get to work!" She turns her head, Drake's hand leaving her cheek and she wants to brush past him, but he stops her at the hips, guiding her back in front of him.

"Alright," his hands linger, looking her straight in the eye. "For your information. I wasn't confirming that you're selfish for wanting to stay a little bit longer. I just needed a little bit of time to process that abomination of a joke, that's all! And honestly, it was kind of selfish that you decide to hurt my poor, innocent ears with it!"

A small smile appears on her face, one that Drake naturally matches.

"It's also selfish that you don't seem to care, at all, about the high risk I'll be taking by staying here with you! Hell, your easily jealous husband 'mister work', might come over to punch me in the face for keeping you away from him..." He leans forward to take his stick off the ground, his face turns vulnerable, "But I think it would be actually kind of selfish to not stick around, Herreld."

He averts his eyes, looking down at the stick in his hand. "Because take it from me that it really sucks to see someone who you care about think about everyone else except for themselves. To see someone working themselves into pieces and not being able to get through their thick head that they're only human. Consider Mable and all the others who care about you. Consider the kids... I mean, who is going to take your place when you have burned yourself out, ha? Is that really what you want? You've got to take care of yourself if you want to take care of someone else, Herreld."

Riley instantly chokes, his words reminding her of what her mom used to say. She averts her watery blues to the sky, desperate trying to avoid crying for the first time in four years. How did that slip my mind?

-Please be a care bear for you as well. Because caring for someone else starts with caring about yourself.-

Drake glances at her teared-up eyes, carefully taking both their sticks in hand, and throws both on one of the chairs before gently pulling her close again. "Do you want to talk about it? Can't promise that I can say anything useful, since I tend to make things only worse when I open my mouth, but me learning to shut it actually taught me to be a great listener..."

She snorts at his sweet words, quickly wiping away a few escaped tears. "You know what it is, Drake. I've always been an over-the-top caring person, but things really turned into overdrive when my mom got sick. I mean. I get others, I can help them with their feelings, thoughts, actions. But expressing myself... Dealing with me. Worst nightmare ever. I mean. I'm a mess. A lot is going on in here," she taps herself on the head, "I daily drive myself crazy. Multiple times. So, I found that it's easier to focus on the job I love, focus on my friends and their well-being, but most of all focus on those great kids to give them the best time of their lives, to see them blossom and grow every day, other than to focus on myself and the things I actually should've been and/or still should be dealing with."

Riley freezes, eyes growing wide as the words just slipped out of her mouth like they're nothing. But they're everything. She had kept them hidden for such a long time. "Ha," she says stunned, "there is no chance that I've just said that in my head, right?"

Drake shakes his head, an 'I'm sorry' expression on his face.

"Well." A playful snort escapes her while wiping away another few escaped tears. "That sucks. One time machine, please. Where's Dr. Who when you need him? Or do you have a neuralyzer on you by any chance?"

Drake smiles softly at her sudden spat of randomness, pushing away that he never felt more connected to someone else in his life for some unidentifiable weird reason. "I'm sorry. I left my MIB gear at home. But, Herreld..." He leans back, gently tipping her head up to wipe away a tear with his thumb. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's fine that you suck at talking, sharing. Your only human."

Riley visibly relaxes at his comforting words. "You're seriously the first person ever who doesn't drop the 'you're weirdly uncomfortable with sharing your feelings for a school tutor' card when they find out I'm bad at expressing feelings other than happy ones."

"People actually say that?"

"Can't blame them though, I can't expect them to understand if I never explained any of it."

Drake gently brushes a few stranded locks of hair behind her ear, blurring straight from the heart. "Well, I do get it. Talking about feelings, fears, God that's hard! What if you burden someone with those feelings, questions? What if someone feels attacked? What if history repeats itself? I mean... There was nothing I could've done to prevent it in the first place, but why risk increasing the chance of repeat by stacking even more guilt on her shoulder. It's not that I'm blaming her for anything though, but I know she's still struggling with it. But all I want is for her to be happy. So that's where I keep my focus on, and I just need to suck it..." He freezes, horror slowly creeping up his face. I've been doing the fucking same with Sav.

Riley realizes where he's talking about. Savannah has been opening up to her the past few months, telling her about her disappearance, how happy she was that Drake found her. That he had instantly welcomed her and Bartie into his life without pointing one blaming finger at her.

She knows that she still deals with guilt every day, afraid to talk to Drake about it since she doesn't want to bother him any more than she already did in the past. He already carried so much for her, is what she always says.

She also knows that Savannah told him that her leaving has been completely out of his control, and she realizes that he must have been struggling with that deeply, especially since she's heading over to the place where it all went down in the first place. Returning to the cause of why she left and Riley can't imagine how that must feel for someone who always desires to be in control.

"I..." Drake stumbles, releasing her with one big step backward. What the hell Walker. Blurring this out in front of a professional. Oh, God... I so don't want to... But she's not going to let this go. But she reads the room perfectly to his surprise.

"Drake, it's fine. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm always willing to listen, always. Without any judgment. But only if you want to, and only on your terms."

He raises his brows in surprise since everyone has been pushing him to talk about his thoughts and feelings for his whole pathetic life. So he didn't expect someone to let something like this go after him spilling part of the beans. "You're really letting this go?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, did you expect me to push you into talk with all kinds of smart little tricks?"

"Uh. Yeah?"

She shakes her head, "Sorry! Not My Style, Mister Walker."

Drake awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "So, what do we do now?"

"Well..." Riley smiles a little bit cheekily, "Once upon a time, there was a brave Captain Walker, who very subtly pointed out that I needed to take care of myself before being able to be there for others. And since that's one hell of an annoying, great eye-opening idea... I would like to suggest that you introduce me to the yumminess of the s'mores. So I guess what I'm trying to say is..." She grabs from the chair, offering one of them to Drake. "Drake Walker, will you stick around with me?"

Drake drapes his hand down over his face to hide a big smile at her once again bad pun. "You are un-fucka-believable, Herreld."

"Ahhh come on!" She gives him a cheeky smile, wiggling her brows. "I know you want it!"

"Fine," he accepts the stick with a roll of the eye, before scooping her up in his arms to carry her towards the chair. For safety measures only of course.

"But let it be known that Drake Walker is brave enough to risk death at terrible humor by sticking around." He gently lowers her on the chair and she shoves away the basket between her and his chair. He places his chair against hers, before slumbering down himself.

Riley chuckles while removing the ruined marshmallows from the sticks. "I shall personally spread the tales of brave Captain Walker! Oh. Maybe I can write a song, follow you around with a lute? The word of me singing is out anyway. So, how's that?"

"Dear Lord. That sounds like full-on hell on earth!" Drake flashes her a drop-dead gorgeous, heart stopping, dimple popping smirk despite his words, "But it isn't working, so go for it!"

"You know..." She gives him a crooked smirk. "You, mister I'm always grumpy to keep people at a distance, are actually very fluffy, and caring on the inside. Maybe I should pierce you on a stick and give you a good roast, Captain Marshmallow." She gives him a teasing poke with her stick, which he smacks with a huge grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah. No need to make a fuss about it. Moving on. Now. Can we finally get to the part where you show me that you're actually capable of being a good student?"

She teasingly salutes him. "Yes, Sir Captain Marshmallow! Sir. I will be the best student you've ever encountered!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose with a groan. "First order of business. Drop the Captain Marshmallow."

"Not a chance! It's way too cute to not let it," she holds up her stick, "stick around!"

Drake's brows raise sky-high, throwing her his most 'I'm so not amused' death glare.

Riley coughs, "I mean. It's way too tough and bad-ass to not stick around and I promise to only say it when it's just the two of us?"

He takes the last two marshmallows out of the box, handing them to Riley. "Fine. I'll take it. I know better, and this is the best I'm going to get out of this deal."

She accepts them with a soft snort, fingers brushing in the process, lingering against each other just a little bit too long. Their eyes meet in silence before they manage to break away from each other with a shy smile. Riley pierces the marshmallows upright, before showing them to Drake with pride. "So, am I a good student, or what?"

Drake accepts one of them with a sly grin. "I couldn't be more proud of you, Herreld. It's extremely impressive! Brava! You just pierced a fucking marshmallow on a stick the right way."

"Wow!" Riley smirks teasingly at him while lowering her marshmallow right above the flames. "You've got on hell of a messed up reward/punishment system there, Walker. I get a sarcastic snarl when I'm a great student, you use your angry Captain Walker voice when I disobey..."

"What would've you expect?" He matches her movement by also lowering his marshmallow to just above the flames. "A grading report decorated with little sunshine- and smiley stickers, written feedback burger and all of that topped off with a weird glitter figure just like I have seen on Bartie's rated schoolwork?"

Riley chuckles. "YES! At the very least! And don't make fun of my little glitter drawings! Their fun, the kids love them and a little bit of glitter has never hurt anyone!"

"Yeah..." Drake grins his eyes snapping to his marshmallow. "Clearly you've never been to one of Maxwell's birthday parties!"

"He told me about those! Is it true that you've actually filed a motion for officially banning glittery drink after the last one?"

"Oh yeah! And I still stand by it. Glitter in drinks should be illegal. Booze is supposed to be stiff, not sparkly!"

Riley moves her attention back to her marshmallow. "Well. I don't see the problem."

"Of course, you don't!' He grins.

"Yeah. A good stiff drink makes me happy, sparkles make me happy. Put them together..." She sighs dreamily, not noticing her marshmallow dangerously lowering, "and you have a little sparkly potion of joy."

Drake snorts, leaning in to gently take her hand in his to steady it. "Well, at least I don't have to wonder why you and Maxwell get along so well! But how about we keep our focus on our marshmallows? These are our last two and yours was extremely close to getting very familiar with the hot flames, sparkles."

"Sorry," she chuckles at the cute nickname. "I'm not great at doing two times at the same time."

"Yeah, well sorry isn't going to cut it, Herreld. You just lost glitters on your feedback form!"

"Ahhh!" Riley's head snaps to the left, her big blues watery, lips pouting and all of that nearly gives Drake an immediate heart attack, finding himself ready to get up and raid the craft shop downtown at this very instant. God! What the hell is going on?

"Drake!" Her big blues snap to his marshmallow, her hand lifting his but it's already too late! Drake stares disappointed at his marshmallow that has turned into a torch before extinguishing the flames in the snow. "Well, that's a first."

"You never burned a marshmallow before?" Riley eyes him carefully, trying to figure out what to do as he rubs his forehead in disbelief, mind seemingly running. What the fuck am I doing tonight? I panicked at the sound of fucking fireworks, got distracted from something as simple as roasting a fucking marshmallow... What the hell? I'm losing control... I never lose control.

Riley realizes that this is not just about burning the marshmallow. She ties the knots together in her head. Everything that Savannah has told her over the past few months, combined with Drake's mention about being in control and uttermost careful she asks. "So, do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to tell you a bad marshmallow pun to take your mind off of things?"

Annoyed he throws his stick onto the fire, watching it immediately getting swallowed by the flames. "I just burnt a fuck marshmallow, Sparkles. What the hell is there to talk about?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"You know what?" He leans back into his chair with folded arms, challenging her with raised brows, "Enlighten me!"

"Okay..." She checks her marshmallow, finds it perfectly roasted and clamps the stick between her knees. "About Savannah returning this week to the place where it all went down a few years ago, after telling you that there was nothing you could've done to prevent her from disappearing? About being scared that history repeats itself, but being scared to talk about it to Sav?"

She hits the nail on the head, his brain defensively switching to rationalizing as he's been doing the past few years. "She's there all the time, Herreld. This week is going to change nothing. Besides, she would never leave Bartie alone, so it doesn't make sense."

Riley takes two cream crackers, coating them with chocolate before placing the hot marshmallow on top. "Fear doesn't always have to make sense."

Drake grumbles, muttering under his breath as her words hit him right in the chest. His eyes focused on her hands that assemble the s'more with care. "Never thought that these words would ever leave my mouth, but I would like to switch to the bad marshmallow puns, please."

"Okay." She smiles, pressing the second cream cracker on top of the roasted deliciousness before meeting his eye with an extremely exciting twinkle in them. "Why does the marshmallow cross the road?"

He groans, "O dear lord."

"Well..."

"I don't know. Why did the marshmallow cross the road, sparkles? Please tell me. The expense is killing me."

She nudges him in her excitement, "Because he realized that there is s'mores to life!"

Drake drapes a hand in front of his face, but no matter how hard he tries to hide it, a snort escapes nevertheless. "You're killing me here."

"Warned you. Said bad marshmallow pun, Drake. Here," she taps with her hand holding half of the s'mores against his upper arm and he looks up in surprise. "Oh, no. Can't accept it! You never ate one, I ruined mine."

She raises a brow. "Are you kidding me, Captain Marshmallow? You were just one of the two stars of a 'how to make the perfect s'more' video where the two of you literally shared one marshmallow since there sweet bundles of love made to be shared. Do I really need to explain it? Where was your head at?"

He accepts his half with a slight shake of the head, "Fine. Thank you!"

Riley looks at him in expectance, not taking a bite of her half in hand.

"What?"

"Take a bite, I want to know how I did."

Drake's expression turns serious, taking a bite in his fullest attention.

"Well... Have I earned my sparkles back?"

He grins, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see until you receive your feedback burger card, Herreld." She wants to pout again, but he sees it coming from afar. "Don't you dare, miss Herreld!"

"Fine," she grins, before relaxing into her chair. "I'm a patient women Walker!"

Drake also relaxes in his chair, his right arm casually leaning far over his own, half onto her armchair. "Since I'm far from patiently... Just take a freaking bite already."

Riley takes a big bite, her eyes grow wide and a food moan escapes her mouth, "OMMEGUT! TWIS ISH DELISIOUS." He snorts at the ongoing cute food moans, before enjoying the rest of his s'more himself.

A comfortable silence falls, both of them enjoying the food, and secretly each other's presence. Riley lets out a deep content sigh after finishing her s'more, throws another log on the fire, and relaxes back in her chair.

She pulls up her feet, resting her arm on the armchair against Drake's, her head comfortably leaning towards him, but still against her own chair back.

Drake takes his last bite, glancing at the relaxed woman beside him. She looks up and meets his eye with a gentle, quiet smile, and he wipes a little bit of chocolate from the corners of her mouth before both of them turn their gazes back towards the fire.

They sit there for another thirty minutes in utter silence. Drake glances back at her, noticing that her eyes are closed. "You okay there, Sparkles?"

She nods, mumbling, "I'm just so relaxed." Drake shifts a little bit, offering his soft shoulder. She thankfully snuggles against it, without opening her eyes. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," and he bops her nose full of affection, drawing another gentle smile from her. "Thank you, Drake. For this, for earlier, tonight, and for weirdly making me feel at most relaxed as I have been in five or six years." Her last words turn more into whispers and Drake feels conflicted. Hell, he could be here all night with her against his shoulder for some reason he doesn't understand, but falling asleep might not be the best thing to do when it's freezing outside. So he blurs with a heavy heart. "Herreld, can I take you home?"

Riley slowly opens her eyes, moaning a little bit. She glances into the distance where the Christmas Market isn't even half done, struggle filling her heart briefly. But Drake gently guides her eyes to meet his, "Herreld... Come one."

She looks up at him from under her eyelashes, not wanting to lose the magic just yet. "Can we stay here for just a bit more? Like fifteen minutes?"

He glances down, finding it impossible to say no to the way she looks at him. "Fine." He gently tugs a hair behind her ear. "But I will start cleaning up after those fifteen minutes, and I will take you home. Where are your car keys, before I'm not able to wake you up anymore."

She slowly nods, before snuggling back against his shoulder. "My keys are in the bag over there. Thank you, captain Marshmallow." He snorts softly at the nickname, "That's fine, Sparkles. It's all fine."

A soft smile appears on her face and Drake fights the sudden urge to kiss her forehead. Averting his eyes back to the fire, his hand slides onto one of her folded legs. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, nice and toasty." She murmurs, her breathing turning steady. They sit like that for another fifteen minutes and then some more since Drake's not really keeping track on time. But decides that it's time to go when he also threatens to doze off. He gently moves her head away from his shoulder, before standing up. She lightly protests at his sudden missing body heat, calming down again after a slight shift.

Drake sighs deeply at the peaceful sight of her, taking off his coat and draping it around her, tucking her in. I'll get warm moving anyway.

She snuggles happily into his jacket. He sighs deeply at the comfortable sight before wrapping up the tent, putting away the camera and the rest of the stuff.

Everything, except for the chair Riley's sleeping on, is packed after ten minutes. He takes the car keys, before kneeling in front of Riley, gently squeezing her hand. "Herreld, I'm going to carry you to the car, okay?" She slowly opens her eyes, rubbing them lightly, "I don't mind walking..."

"I don't want to take the risk that your sleepwalking abilities are as bad as your awake ones, Sparkles. Please, let me carry you!"

She chuckles, her arm sliding around his neck in approval. "So, now your asking? You've been carrying around all night!" Drake gently takes her in his arms, before taking the big bag with all the important materials from the ground. He makes sure that she's wrapped in his coat. "Your half asleep, it feels different."

Riley snuggles against his chest. "Your sweet." Her words make Drake snort, causing her to murmur, "What's so funny?"

"No woman, other than Savannah or my mom, has ever described me as sweet before."

"Well, thank you for trusting me enough to show me that apparently top-secret side of you."

Drake takes a deep breath, once again suppressing the need to kiss her forehead. "Thank you for making me," he whispers back while entering the parking lot. He uses her electric car key to find out which car is hers. The car lights of a small, hanging by a red car flash for a second. He chuckles, something in him expected her to be driving such a barrel. He carefully opens the door, gently lowering her onto the passenger chair and there was no waking her up as he was afraid that would happen. He fixes her seat belt and she's once again out after shifting in her seat. He gently closes the door, leaving it unlocked to find Mable.

Her loud voice fills the air, making it so that he has found her after only a minute. She's standing behind a table, together with his sister, and gets greeted heartily. "There he is! Our miracle worker!" Mable grins from ear to ear, which disappears when she notices that Riley's not with him. "Is everything okay? I would've expected her stubborn ass to work after." Savannah frowns, "And why are you walking around in only a shirt with a vest?"

"Turned it into a blanket..."

Mable and Savannah share a glance. Drake rubs the back of his neck, taking his phone out of his pocket with the other. "The most important thing is, is that everything is fine. I'm actually coming over to let the two of you know that I'm taking her home, and I need her address since she's fast asleep in the car."

Mable blinks three times before suddenly bursting into laughter. "Hahaha, right. This has been really funny," she raises her voice slightly as if Riley's hiding somewhere, "Just come out, Riley. The joke's over."

"Uh," Savannah nudges Mable, who wipes away a few tears from laughing. "Mabs, I think he's serious."

"What?" Laughter has disappeared in a matter of a second as her eyes snap down at Drake's phone, asking her to put Riley's address in his navigation. She hesitantly takes it, still not able to believe what the hell is happening before handing it back.

But when he accepts it, she holds onto it. "I trust your sister and I trust you, Drake. I don't know how you did it, but please take her out of here! But even though you are both grown-ups who can fend for themselves, I've got to say this as her bestie. She has to text me when she's home. When I don't hear anything within the hour or if I hear that there's something wrong... I will kill you. So, take good care of her, or else..."

Drake nods in reassurance. "Thank you for your faith and the address, Mable." He hands her the bag with the camera and some other important stuff. "I will look out for her, and I will return! So, see you two later!" He turns, walking away.

"Wait!" Savannah yells after him, "How are you coming back? Should I ask Max to drive behind you?"

"Nah," he waves, "It's a great night. I'll just walk."

"Walk," Mable blinks, "but it's a thirty-minute ride..."

"I'm going to be okay! Need some clearance of the head anyway!" And with that, he disappears around the corner.

“Hey, was that Drake? Where’s Riley?”

Savannah and Mable startle at Tim appearance out of nowhere, both turning around. Mable smiles apologeticly, “Tim… Yes. That was Drake coming over to tell that he’s taking her home.”

Tim folds his arms, setting his jaw. “Of course. Well. Good for him, right? Well. I’ve still got some work to do.” He turns, ignoring Mable calling out to him. “Tim, please…”

Savannah narrows her eyes, “What was that?”

Mable pinches the bridge of her nose. “The beginning of a whole lot of drama I'm afraid.”

Drake's arrives at her car before long, carefully sliding into the driver seat to find Riley still fast asleep.

He's captivated at the peaceful sight of her, her slow and steady breathing, and the content smile on her face. He adjusts his coat, making sure that she's warm and tucked in, accidentally brushing her soft cheek in the process. She instantly snuggles against his hand, sighing contently.

His eyes drift over her face, admiring the beauty of her, the one he so desperately tries to push away.

Nothing going on here.

Just been a weird long day.

Nothing going on.

He sighs deeply, forcing his eyes away from her, turning the key and the engine comes to life. He shakes his head at the horrible sound. Suddenly he hears soft murmuring, making his eyes snap back at the bundle of adorableness beside him who's snuggling so deep into his coat that she has almost disappeared. "Mmh, Drake you smell so good. Maybe I should be filing a motion to Liam against that because it should be illegal."

Drake softly snorts at her sweet words, pushing away any thoughts that her words could indicate actually wanting more from him and the flutter in his heart that, that thought actually seems to give him.

Nothing going on.

She's just sweet like that. I'm just caring like this.

He takes another deep breath, before shifting the gear, driving out of the parking spot backward. His eyes find her one more time, and he smiles.

Yeah. Nothing going on.

And with that, he carefully drives off to take her home.

Thank you so much for taking time to read this!

Next Part 8. car trouble

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Everything Comes at a Price (Demon!Dark/Fem!Reader) Chapter 2

You can find Chapter 1 here!

Commission prompt: Reader is really depressed, and Dark decides to roughly Fuck the depression out of them.

Important: Reader has female pronouns and is a vagina owner!

Warnings (For this chapter specifically): Depression, talks of death, smut, dom/sub, rough sex, Demon!Dark, demon-like anatomy, shadow tentacles, oral (male receiving), very minor breath play, teasing, pet names, dirty talk, minor degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, primal/power play, and multiple orgasms!

A/N: Other than the kink warnings, this one is safe to read! No gore/death. No beta- there may be a few errors.

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“You’re sure? The doctor is sure?” you questioned earnestly.

“Yes! Yes! They say it’s like some kind of miracle. They expect her to make a full recovery after some physical therapy. Isn’t it great, Y/N?!”

You could feel your lips twist up into a bittersweet smile as tears poured from your clenched eyes. The taste of salt was bitter on your lips as you nodded asininely into the phone.

“Yeah, that’s- that’s amazing,” you whispered, “Listen, auntie, I’ve got to get ready for work but please keep me updated if anything changes.”

The phone fell into the fluffy blankets across your lap and you let out the choked sob that you’d been holding back. Wish number four had been a success. You’d done some actual good with your imminent death.

Despite the good news, the oppressive cloud around you didn’t dissipate; Unsurprising but disappointing nonetheless.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you hissed, smacking your cheeks a couple of times.

Suddenly, a terribly wonderfully awful idea popped up and there was a modicum of relief in your chest. You snagged up the coin from its perch on the bedside table and clutched it to your chest close.

“Dark, I think I know my last wish. Is it possible to wish for death?”

There was no immediate answer, nor did you die immediately. A tremor in the atmosphere of the room was the only sign that something had changed and you brought your head up in surprise. The sight of the debonair demon standing amongst your depression room instantly filled you with shame. Great. Just what you needed to be added to your already heaping pile of negative emotions.

“Hello, darling.”

You managed a weak little hello in reply as he began to stroll your way. You weren’t sure whether you should stand up to greet him or just allow him to come to you, but he quickly made that decision for you as he came to a stop at your side.

“I regret to inform you that you’ve managed to find one of the three types of wishes I’m unable to grant. Is there something els-”

“Please, Dark!”

He leveled you with narrowed eyes and stated factually, “I can’t kill you. Killing you negates the contract. That includes putting you in any imminently dangerous situations, so don’t try it.”

Finally, you found the power to stand and glared up at him through tears.

“Can’t you break the rules, just this once?! I give you permission to keep my soul after I die if you do it! I just- I can’t take this anymore! Maybe you don’t understand it because you all Mr. Powerful Demon but I’m so fucking tired. I’m tired of being alone! I’m tired of hurting when there’s literally nothing wrong! I’m tired of not being able to do a damn thing to make it better or change anything or- or-”

You fell into a messy pile of limbs and blankets on the bed, wrapping yourself up as best as possible, sobbing into your hands to keep a modicum of your dignity intact. Much to your surprise, you felt fingers brush against your hair as sharp nails began to massage through your strands.

“I must say, you’re definitely one of my more interesting clients,” he hummed lowly, “Even so, I’m unable to bend the rules, even for you. There’s a lot at play here that you’ll never understand but the short of it is that even I do not play with Death’s dealings, darling.”

As he spoke, you could feel the first peek of daylight glimmering through the shadows of your mind. Whether it was from his odd praise or the sensations his fingers were provoking, you weren’t sure, but it was nice. Ever so slowly, you found yourself leaning into his touch, chasing the dopamine rush he provided.

He let out a humored chuckle as you nearly fell off the bed in the pursuit and you could only manage a subdued apology in reply.

“Don’t apologize for being adorable, pet,” he teased.

Cheeks warming harshly under the sudden pet name, you buried your face in your hands and groaned slightly.

“Now that that’s sorted, I will leave you be. When you’re ready to make your last wish, you know how to reach me.”

There was a strange catch in his voice that you couldn’t quite place but it was enough to put you into action.

“Wait!” you called out when he turned away.

Carefully wiping the tears from your face, you stood up and took a steadying breath before reaching out to him. It was such a simple request but you could see the curiosity and confusion plain on his face. Nonetheless, he took your hand and allowed you to pull him in close. It had been so long since you’d even held someone else’s hand. More of the demons in the back of your mind were backing down, the sudden influx of serotonin of skin-to-skin contact turning them away.

“Okay, I get it, you can’t kill me,” you murmured, licking your lips nervously, “But you said you find me… interesting, right? Erm, do you think you would be able to do something else for me instead?”

It was like you had flipped a switch, the way his eyes clouded over with the devious smirk that curled up his lips and how his head tipped to the side in obvious inquiry.

“I’ll need you to be more clear on what you’re asking for, pretty little pet,” he cajoled, “It would be quite remiss of me to act without being completely sure what you want from me.”

Oh, the asshole! He was going to make you say it out loud! It was obvious in his gaze that he knew he had all the power here, in every sense of the word, and he was using it to his advantage… and you couldn’t deny that you loved it.

Face hot with mortification, you chewed on your lower lip before whispering, “I- I can’t. I can’t ask.”

Fangs peeked out in a grin as he leaned down, tipping your head up until you were nose to nose with him.

“Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Fuck you?”

Gods, he made it sound so dirty, so sensual. Shivers rolled through your bones as he teased the apex of your jaw and throat with his sharp claws.

“I need to know.”

You gathered every last drop of confidence and finally stammered out, “Fu-Fuck me, please?”

“With pleasure, darling,” he hummed softly, “But first…”

Fingers tangled in your locks once more, jerking your head back and his mouth slammed against yours. A choked sob passed from your mouth to his as he guided you back onto the bed, following with the grace and ease only an inhuman being could manage.

“If it gets too intense, just tell me to stop,” he breathed out as his lips fell to your jaw, “It’s been some time since I’ve allowed myself to indulge with a human and you are just so damn breakable.”

A sick thrill shot through your body at the warning. Why did a part of you want that? It was terrifying, thinking of a demon losing themselves and going feral on you, and yet it sounded so deliciously taboo.

“Okay,” you finally replied when you realized he was waiting for an answer, “I will.”

“Good girl.”

Oh. OH. It felt like all the air left your lungs and you couldn’t stop the tiny little noise that escaped your lips in embarrassment and desire.

His lips curved up against your throat as they slowly moved. Nibbles and kisses blazed a path up the sensitive column of your neck until teeth toyed with your ear lobe and he let out a little chuckle.

“You are going to be so much fun, pet.”

Your hands found his hair and held on for dear life as his fangs dug into your neck; not deep enough to draw blood but rough enough to tear a pained scream from your lips. Throbbing agony blossomed through your skin and still, you found your body arching into his, silently eager for more of what he could give you. Oh and the endorphin rush! The moment he released your abused flesh, it was like your body was on fire.

Moving without thought, you guided him by the hair into a frantic kiss, hoping to convey your need without words. Thankfully he didn’t seem offended by your little takeover of power and allowed you to soak in all you needed until he finally put a stop to it with a nibble on your lower lip.

“Enough, it’s time to prove that you really want this, darling,” Dark purred as his fingers dug into your cheeks symbolically.

You nodded the best you could and followed his lead as he pulled you to your feet. With a snap of his fingers, suddenly his clothes were gone and you were left staring at him in awe. While he looked incredible in the suit, it did a complete disservice to the glorious form hidden beneath. Black tattooed tendrils encircled his arms and legs, tapering out somewhere on his back, creating the most tantalizing contrast of shades against his toned limbs as he flexed them teasingly.

As your eyes traced the designs down his solid form, he suddenly gripped your shoulders and pushed you down onto your knees, tossing one of your pillows down after.

“If you’re going to worship me in such a way, you might as well do it from in your rightful place on your knees,” he purred.

Lips parting in surprise, you felt your insides curl up with embarrassment as you slipped the pillow under your knees and nearly apologized, but then he was stepping closer and you lost all thought.

Fuck, was he ever right; It was akin to staring up at a god! Not only were you given the best view of his body, but the way he stared down at you with desire and complete superiority had you trembling with need.

“Now, show me what that pretty mouth can do, pet.”

Oh, that, that you could do. Scooting in closer, you reached out to grab his cock but your hand was smacked away instantly. It stung more than hurt but it was surprising nonetheless.

“What-”

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

Cautiously, you did as he asked and were rewarded with a much softer smile.

“Good girl.”

Those words again. It was like they had a direct line to your cunt. Clenching needily around nothing, you let out a soft whine and let him pull you back in. As his cock neared your lips, you were finally given the chance to look it over closely. Despite being only half-hard, he appeared average length and a bit thicker than most you’d encountered. It was also darker than the rest of his skin but what set it apart the most was the ridges encircling it. Every inch or so down his cock were these ridges, smooth but creating quite an obvious size difference.

As you pondered over the way it would feel inside you, you let your tongue tentatively trace the tip and moaned at the familiar taste. He let out an encouraging sigh and tightened his hold, subtly pulling you closer until you threw away hesitation and took him in your mouth as far as possible.

“Mmmm, that’s it pet,” he praised huskily, “Get me ready to fuck you.”

Clenching your thighs in hopes of relief, you shifted higher onto your knees and followed the pace he set. Another difference you began to notice was the massive vein on the underside of his cock, the way it throbbed against your tongue with every swipe quickly became an addicting sensation. It was like his body was praising your efforts in its own way.

“Take a breath,” he warned.

You barely got a lungful in before he arched into your face, hastily fighting back the urge to gag as he slid into your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes as saliva pooled in your mouth. You were mortified as both spilled out the instant he began to fuck your mouth. Embarrassing noises escaped your throat, far beyond your control with each thrust of his cock, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit.

“Look at you,” he rumbled out huskily, “What a good little pet you are, swallowing my cock like you were made for it.”

As suddenly as he had started he stopped, releasing his hold on you so fast you nearly toppled over as you coughed for breath.

“Impressive, now get up here.”

Once you felt you were stable enough, you climbed to your feet with his assistance and were immediately thrown back on the bed. As your skin rubbed against the cool sheets, you were suddenly made aware of your lack of clothes.

He apparently sensed the shock in your expression and offered you a sly grin.

“What can I say, pet? There are some things I am impatient over.”

Dark kneeled on the bed and gripped your ankles, spreading your legs so he could easily fit between them. Rather than climb over you as you had expected, he instead traced gentle lines up and down your legs, slowly bit by bit growing closer and closer to your cunt but never actually touching. It was maddening. You could feel yourself quaking and twitching uncontrollably under every pass of his claws; your silent pleas coming out louder and louder each time until you were nearly sobbing with need. Teeth soon joined in the effort, searing bite marks into the meaty parts of your thighs while his tongue lavished the wounds fondly after.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re dripping wet for me,” he groaned quietly as he traced the crease between your sex and thigh, “Imagine what a mess you’ll be once I’m finally inside you.”

Desperation tore from your chest in the form of a whimper at the mental images burning in your mind. Your heart nearly flipped on itself in pleasure as he finally moved up the bed.

“You look like you’re struggling, darling,” he teased, “Is there something you need?”

You nodded frantically and whimpered out, “Please!”

Tantalizing shocks ran through your core as his fingers oh-so-tenderly ran over your lips, ghosting just where you needed him the most. Frustration began to well up like the sweat beading your forehead and you couldn’t help the huff that escaped.

“Tell me that you need to be used,” he breathed, ghosting sharp canines along your throat, “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“I- I need to be used,” you gasped out.

His responding moan was pure ecstasy as his fingers finally found your clit; the way his cock twitched again your leg an overwhelming aphrodisiac. The scrape of his facial hair prickled against your chest as his head ducked down and his lips pressed chaste kisses along your breasts. Swallowing hard, you bit back the overwhelming urge to demand him for more and were rewarded with the gratifying sensation of his tongue across your nipple. Pain and pleasure coalesced into one as he mercilessly sucked and bit into your flesh, drawing louder and faster moans from your chest by the second. When he finally pulled off with a pop, your entire body felt the bombardment of endorphins.

“And who do you want to use you?”

Pride shone through his playful teasing as you attempted and failed to whimper his name multiple times, ruined over and over again with each pass over your clit.

“Hmm? I can’t seem to understand you. Who do you want to ruin you?”

Thighs shaking and heart pounding, you fought through the onslaught of pleasure coiling in your belly to gasp out, “You, Dark! Please, fuck- fuck me!”

It was too much, not enough: The ache in your throat, the rawness of your lips, the imprints of his teeth burned in your flesh, the throb of your cunt under his fingers.

When he finally slipped his fingers in your core, you cried out. Relief! It didn’t take more than a few seconds for his stretching and thrusting to put you right on the edge of no return. Unfortunately, he jerked away before you could fall and, before you could even complain, you were tossed over onto your stomach with a sharp slap to your right cheek.

“Perk that pretty ass up for me, pet,” he demanded, gently guiding your hips up.

As you came to rest on your knees, you let your face rest on the pillow and arched your back until you could feel his cock brush against your cunt. Instinctively you pushed back against him with a little moan and were immediately rewarded with fingers to your clit.

But… his hands were on your hips…

“How-?”

When you stilled in thought, he let out a husky chuckle behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he crooned lowly, “Sometimes they just have a mind of their own.”

Lifting up just enough to peek under your body, you were both startled and aroused to find black shadow-like tentacles where you expected fingers to be, and in turn, his legs were now free of those pretty tattoos. Realization hit hard and a pathetic moan fled your lips as you buried your face in the pillow.

“Glad to see you approve, darling.”

In the next breath, he slammed forward and yanked you back simultaneously. You were immensely grateful that he had taken the time to prep you as he sunk in, inch by inch, stretching you open like none ever had before. A wicked thrill sent a tremor through your body as you realized you could feel each and every ridge as it pushed into you.

When his hips finally came to a stop against yours, the noise he let out had your hair standing on end. Animalistic, inhuman, primal. You wanted to hear it time and time again.

He finally started rocking his hips, taking his time with deliciously languid strokes, until you begged him for more. It was with a cruel laugh that he gave into your desires.

“Oh fuck!” you whined, fingers snarling in the blankets for balance.

There was no more hesitation in his movements, gentleness abandoned in exchange for all-out fucking you in a way that made your toes curl and tears fill your eyes.

“You are so fucking wet,” he snarled out between breaths, “Taking me so well.”

A noise of agreement escaped your lips as you arched back to meet his thrusts. You couldn’t form words even if you wanted to, too focused on the raging storm brewing in your core.

Pain blossomed through your hip as one of his hands squeezed tighter, his growls and panting growing in volume to rival your cries, while the other found your hair and yanked your head back. Your body reacted instinctively, clenching down hard around him and startling a moan from you both.

“You feel so good! You going to come for me, pet?”

Reaching back, your hand found his and your nails found purchase, returning a sliver of the savage pain he bestowed upon you. All the while you bounced back harder on his cock, chasing the edge that was just out of reach. The tendrils between your thighs suddenly came back to life once more, their cool touch contrasting so perfectly with the heat of your bodies as they swirled around your clit in time with his thrusts.

“A-Ah! Dark, yes, pleeaaasse! Fuck- Fuck!”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Come for me and let me claim you, pet.

As if mimicking the hold on your hip, another tendril slithered up your back and encircled your throat. The unexpected pressure elicited a tantalizing response, your body suddenly feeling both free and trapped in the best of ways as he bound you to him

“Mine. All mine. My filthy little slutty human whore.”

Something in your psyche broke at those words and ecstasy rushed forward like a tidal wave. Every inch of your body trembled with pleasure as you screamed his name, voice cracking under the duress of it all. You could feel the proof of your indulgence dripping down your inner thighs, the sounds of your debauched pleasure growing louder with every slap of his hips against yours.

“Fucking hell!” Dark bit out harshly, “Good girl. Good fucking slut. Who do you belong to?! Say it!”

“You! Only you, Dark! O-Ooh, f-ffu-fuck!”

With inhuman speed, he slammed into you, over and over until the smack of your bodies was almost continuous. His choked roar filtered through your senses but it was was easily washed away with your second climax teetering on the edge. There was a sudden torrential shift of energy, pulsing eerie screeches filling the room as his voice echoed off the walls when he finally buried himself as far as possible inside of you. Any pain was quickly washed away by the thunderous roll of pleasure brought on by the touch of his tendrils mixed with the throb of his cock releasing deep in your cunt. Claws trailed down your spine as he practically purred your name, leaving behind five raw lines that stung under the combined sweat of your bodies, and somehow you found yourself okay with it; loved it, in fact, knowing that his marks would be on you for quite some time.

Quaking with bliss and exhaustion, you collapsed to the bed the instant he slipped out of your core and let out a little delighted whimper. You reached out blindly for him and were appeased when he laid down beside you, pulling you against him so your face was resting on his chest.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” you murmured, fingers tracing up and down the little scar in his abdomen, “It goes without saying but that was fucking phenomenal, so thank you.”

Your head bobbed up and down with his laughter and you couldn’t help the grin that turned up your lips in return.

“I have to say I’m in agreement, pet,” he hummed back, “It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to let go in such a way.”

With a hand on your bicep and the arm under your head, he pulled you up and shifted you over his hips until you were perched on quaking knees. You almost questioned him but were silenced when he leaned up and captured your lips in a stinging kiss. It started out rough and slowly devolved into a passionate tangle of tongues.

It wasn’t until he pulled back for a breath that the reality of what was to happen started to sink in; the serotonin in your veins being replaced with anxiety.

“So, does this mean I die now? You have to take my soul, right?” you asked softly, “Since I made my last wish?”

“Hmm? I never heard you make a wish, pet,” he replied as he stretched back languidly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you let your confused expression convey your thoughts as one of his hands began to travel down your curves.

“But I asked-”

Your words were cut off by your own gasp when you felt his cock rising between your thighs. Wide-eyed and warm-faced, you gaped at him in shock. Apparently, a very short cool down period was also a demon perk?!

He smirked at your awe as a thumb traced your lower lip seductively.

“You asked and I gave freely,” he explained, fingers dipping to trace sharp claws along your throat, “You still have one wish remaining. Although, I’d suggest you save it for later. I feel like we have much more important things to attend at the moment, darling.”

#dark/reader #demon!dark #female reader #smut #fanfiction #READ THE WARNINGS FOR ALL KINK TAGS #chapter 2

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hee4won · 4 years ago

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hate(d) | nishimura riki x reader

requested by @onionhaseyeo i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but for some reason i got super excited

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic(?) i guess it could be considered.. i just had an idea i liked for the request and it felt more like a fic than a headcanon :] i hope it’s not too bad !

word count: 2.1k

warnings: probably some grammatical errors, other than that none. (lowercase intended)

tags: e2l, slight angst, slight fluff

you hate nishimura riki. when you tell others how you feel about him they always have the same unoriginal response, “hate is such a strong word.” and that, is exactly why you chose it.

now, in order to really understand why your hatred runs so deep, let’s get into the Three W’s! WHY do you hate him so much? he stole your best friend, she ended up developing feelings for him and ghosting you, she moved away, he never apologized for it. WHEN did you realize nishimura riki was the worst thing to ever happen to you? 7th grade, it’s always 7th grade. WHERE did the beginning of the end commence? the cafeteria, your friend decided to spill her guts out in front of the whole lunch table, only to be humiliated not long after.

there you sat, glaring at the back of riki’s head. anyone from a mile away could sense your distaste when it came to him. truth be told, no one could understand why, and you never cared to explain. you figured the situation between the two of you or - just you and an unknowing boy - was personal and should be kept private. you were really good at keeping it a secret too, so good that riki himself couldn’t pinpoint the issue you had with him.

for the most part you did your best to avoid him, whether it be physically or when he was brought up in conversation between classmates. ni-ki, as people on good terms with him would address him, was a really friendly student. he didn’t pick fights, kept his teasing to a minimum, and somehow got good grades despite sleeping in and skipping classes.

going to school knowing his sweet, smiling face would be one of the first things you would see in the morning was what kept you in bed during first period. just the idea of him was revolting, and you simply weren’t strong enough to hold your ground right after waking up.

that was until your first period teacher emailed you letting you know a group project was coming up and it counted as 60% of your overall grade. all you could do was send a friendly reply, close the laptop, and scream into your pillow. you were going to be seeing nishimura riki for the first time in almost a month. which you considered to be the best month of your life.

you were alert all morning, barely getting any sleep the night before from how nervous you were. it actually wasn’t as bad as you thought. you were late, which meant everyone already picked who they were going to group with. and, to your luck, riki was nowhere to be foun-

*bump*

“oh my gosh, i am so sorry. . . y/n?” sigh, of course it had to be him. you flashed a limp smile and hurried over to an empty seat. you noticed his hand go forward then drop down to his side, almost like he was trying to bring you back. “oh! ni-ki,” even the teacher knows his nickname? how wonderful. “what perfect timing, you and y/n will be partners for the project, i’ll send the rubric out this afternoon. class dismissed!”

your legs were like jelly, since when did you become this way? sure, you hate him but. . . not being able to move? it was different, it was new. riki noticed the look of confusion on your face and cautiously made his way over to you once all the other students cleared the classroom. “hey, y/n. i haven’t seen you in a while, have you been doing alright?” why on earth was he concerned about you? so shameless.

“yeah, i’m fine, thanks,” you glared at him while standing up and purposefully bumping into his shoulder. bad move. your knees gave out right then, luckily, riki held onto you before you could hit the cold floor. you sighed in defeat, today just wasn’t your day, and mister nishimura just wasn’t the person you wanted to be this close to.

“do you need something? or is there another reason you won’t let go of my arm,” every word had a hint of poison mixed in it. riki muttered a small apology and quickly released you. “i just wanted to let you know that we can work on the project at my place, only if you want,” he gave a boxy closed-mouth smile, almost as if he was trying to act cute. disgusting.

“whatever, give me your address and i’ll come by at 4.” and with that, you two went your separate ways.

after school

as you made your way to riki’s house, you were running over every possible scenario that could occur. you wanted to avoid arguing, only because you took your grades very seriously. but does he? you couldn’t help but feel nervous and slightly jittery as you got closer to his front steps. oh! the door is open. but. . . no riki?

you called out for him a couple times until hearing laughter and the crunching of chips coming down from the second floor. of course, he’s playing the game. trudging up the stairs you wiped off your sweaty palms, mentally preparing yourself before inviting yourself into his room.

“sunghoon, shut up! it’s not even like that, you’re so weird,” he was so loud. “jake, you too! as if you haven’t been trying to swoon that girl in your third period for the past two months now. haha!” well, boys will be boys.

you open the door and riki notices immediately. he throws his headset and controller down to the floor. “y/n, you scared me,” he was almost out of breath. “oh my bad, i called out for you but you didn’t hear me so. . .” you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly. riki muttered a quick, “it’s okay” and gestured for you to take a seat on his bed.

picking up his headset, he told the cheeky upper-class boys that he would talk to them later. grabbing his supplies and computer, he took a seat next to you. you shifted away from him a little, not comfortable with the closeness between the two of you. he didn’t seem to notice, that or he just didn’t care.

“okay, so, have you already looked over the rubric?” crickets. “helloo, earth to y/n! have you checked the rubric yet?” “OH! yes, i have, ha,” you gave a quick reply, trying to pretend the awkward moment of you staring at him never happened.

ha? are you insane? you were nervous yes, and you thought it was because of the bad terms you two were on but. . . this nervousness felt a bit different.

“i also wrote up a quick outline during lunch,” you took the paper out of your bag and moved to hand it to him. “ooh nice, you’re such a scholar,” you gave him a lighthearted “shut up” before looking back at your laptop.

did he feel that? your fingers touched. they did touch, right? you can’t be imagining all of this. Y/N. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU HATE HIM, REMEMBER?

“uh, y/n? why do you look like you’ve been holding in a wet fart for the past three minutes?” he was being playful while also holding genuine concern because of your recent actions. your jaw drops, you were always bad at keeping a poker face. but you knew you had to go back to your cold state, there was no way you were going to finish the project by gawking at him. he has such pretty lips by the way, how did you not notice sooner?

it had been a few hours since you guys started working on the project. you checked the time, 8:00 pm. “hey, riki,” you began with a small yawn. “y/n, you know you can call me ni-ki, right? that’s what all my friends call me,” his eyes suddenly widened noticing your discomfort. “wait, i mean. . . only if you want to!”

you cleared your throat and just asked for the bathroom. once inside and closing the door behind you, you felt the need to cry. sob, even. what is going on? why do you feel so bad for being around him? are you a traitor? is it wrong to be laughing and giggling like the two of you are besties?

you turned the water on, hoping it would drown out the sound of your muffled cries. unfortunately, you have some awfully loud sniffles. riki came running to where you were and knocked on the door. he spoke softly, “y/n? are you okay? can i come in?” what was the point in saying no? it is his house, and maybe if you told him. . . you’d feel better.

as you opened the door and looked up at him, the look of worry on his face made your heart ache. gosh, why do you care about him so much? he looked at your tear stained face and slowly reached out his hand, giving you a look that pleaded for your approval. you pass a small nod, and almost sank into the warmth of his hand on your cheek. he pulled you in for a hug as you cried for a little while longer. “do you wanna talk about it?”

here it was, here was the chance to let him know what you’ve been wanting to since 7th grade. you took a moment to steady your breathing and gather courage to look him in the eyes. you told him everything, from the beginning of 7th grade, to the day it all happened, all the way to where the two of you stood now.

he just sat there, probably trying to process everything you had randomly dumped on him. you were about to apologize and pack your things, but for some odd reason, he smiled? “ni-ki? what’s so funny? i was being serious,” his smile only grew bigger, “no i know, i just find it so funny how you had so much agaisnt me meanwhile i just wanted you to like me.”

he?? wanted you to like him??? hmmm. “what do you mean. . . wanted me to like you?” you were really curious, “i’ve had a crush on you since 7th grade, that’s why i rejected your friend later on. i never knew it would hurt you in the process, and for that i am sorry. very sorry.” you let out a small chuckle, “it’s not your fault, really. now that i’m older i think i was only mad that you two didn’t end up together because i liked you too. i just couldn’t live with myself for liking the same boy my best friend liked. it’s stupid, i know.”

riki reached out for your hand, which you obviously let him have. “you’re a good friend.” he flashed you a sweet and caring smile. you let out a sigh of relief, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. all this time you had been pushing for yourself to hate him, while it was all just a plot to get rid of your feelings for him. crazy.

it was 11:00 pm.

you and riki had already finished the project and were laying on his floor. the both of you just staring at the ceiling and stealing glances at each other. what lovesick little kids.

after noticing the time, you hopped up and told him you really needed to go. he gave you a small pout with puppy eyes trying to get you to stay, and of course, it was hard but you’d rather leave now and see him later than get grounded and not see him for another month. “i can just text you, don’t make that face.”

he escorted you down the stairs, both of you moving discreetly, careful not to wake the boy’s parents. he opened the door for you and you turned around, gazing at him. “what are you thinking?” he asked with a tired smile on his face and small pieces of fluffy hair sticking up in every direction. you gave a shy smile and pecked his lips. he was very surprised, but also very happy.

“nothing.” you said, holding a cheeky grin in an attempt to hide your shyness. “wow, just to think that you hate my guts,” riki poked fun at you.

“hm, hate is such a strong word.”

“what would you call it then?”

“i would say. . . i hate(d) you. past tense.”

the two of you just laughed, both of you yawning shortly after.

“goodnight, mr. ni-ki.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

and with that, the two of you went your separate ways. but this time, with mutual feelings.

oh and btw, the project got you guys an A+ ;).

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wonunuu · 4 years ago

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iris beauty ❀

18: unexpected night

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1.5k+

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After your short ten-minute break, you exit the locker room and head to the front counter, notifying your co-worker that your break had finished and that you were going to take over. Walking to the front counter, you greet a customer who was patiently waiting.

“Good afternoon! What can I get you today?” you ask the woman, whom you’ve probably seen before. “Just chai latte, please.” She smiles. You punch her order in, she hands you the money and you take it, placing it in the cashier machine. You give her the receipt and her order number, then start preparing her order.

As you give her her latte, you are surprised to see a familiar face, carefully inspecting the menu. “Thank you!” the woman says before exiting the door.

“What are you doing here?” You inquire. Jeonghan smiles at you, “Well, I was thinking we could go out tonight if you're free?”

“So you came here knowing that there's a possibility that I wouldn't be free?”, you asked, a little touched at his subtle act of kindness. He nods. Putting his kindness into consideration as you contemplate whether to lie and say you have plans or, to tell the truth, and agree.

Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek as he awaits your answer, but lets out a breath of relief when he sees you nod. You agree for three reasons. One, not to make anything seem suspicious. Rejecting his offer to take you out will most likely make him suspicious as the real Mina, whom he’s been talking to, would say yes. Two, if he’s taking you out then that would mean you’d be eating real food, and not instant noodles that have been in the kitchen cabinets for God knows how long—they’re probably way too long past their expiration date. Third, you did feel bad that he travelled long distances to come to your workplace to ask you—as Mina—out on a date, knowing that you might not be able to go.

“I still have forty minutes left before I clock out, though”, you inform him, wiping the counter.

“That’s okay. I can just wait ‘till you finish. It's my fault for coming here without notice,” Jeonghan nervously laughs. “But I’d like something to drink while I wait.” You smile, shaking your head out of amusement. His shamelessness never fails to make you laugh. Jeonghan fondly stares at you, proud of himself for making you smile.

“Pick any, it’s my treat.” You tell him as you fiddle around with the cashier machine, preparing to put his order in. Jeonghan’s ears perk up at your words, specifically on the last three. He excitedly scans the menu again and picks a drink of his choice. You instruct him to sit on the empty table placed in the far corner of the room. Immediately, you start making his beverage, meticulously measuring the ingredients, and once finished, you walk to where he was seated and give it to him. “Thanks,” Jeonghan mutters before taking a sip, and you watch intently, waiting for his reaction. Jeonghan frowns, you start to get worried. “Is it not good? I can make you another one—”

“I’m just kidding, it tastes amazing.” You were cut off by Jeonghan suddenly wrapping his free arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your stomach. You were taken aback by his actions but quickly reminded yourself that this is normal between couples—not that you and he are together, but you as Mina and he are together. Saying it in your head, you realize how confusing this whole pretending thing really is.

You roll your eyes and smack his shoulder, he lets out a yelp in response and rubs the spot, trying to ease the sting.

He giggles, “Go work now.” You give him an “okay” before leaving him alone for you to continue working.

“So where are we going?”

The two of you walk out to the cafe towards his car. Jeonghan tried to hold your hand but was saddened when you hid them in your pockets. Nonetheless, he brushes it off and continues to walk beside you.

“Uh,” he thought, looking up. “We have a few options, actually.”

You reach his car and he opens the door for you, acting like a gentleman—a tip from his friend, Joshua. You mumble a thank you before going in. He closes the door and jogs to the other side to go into the driver’s seat.

“A, we go to the movies,” he waits for your reaction. You shake your head, he looks confused. “I thought that was what was your ideal first date?”

You shook your head again, “I changed my mind. Tell me the other options.”

He clears his throat, “I—I actually don’t have anymore… I assumed you were going to agree to the movies.” He nervously admits. "I wanted to seem cool, you know? Like I have things planned." He looks at you hesitantly, embarrassed at his confession. You laugh, a little louder than intended, he laughs along.

“I can't believe you. Let me look up some fun places we can go.” You say, emphasizing the word ‘fun’, Jeonghan rolls his eyes in response.

Three long minutes have passed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Jeonghan, too, had his phone, looking for possible destinations that could interest the both of you.

Earlier, you both discussed and agreed that you wanted something interesting to do on your first date; not sitting on some chairs watching movies. When you were about to give up, something caught your eye. You gasped, causing Jeonghan to whip his head at you.

“There’s a night fair not too far from here! We need to go, please Han?” You excitedly squeaked, not knowing where the nickname came from. Jeonghan smirks at you, “New nickname? I like it.” Taking you by surprise, he grabs your free hand and places them on his cheek, caressing them gently with his thumb. “Give me the address, let’s go.”

The two of you walk tiredly around the fair after playing dozens of games. You knew about each other's competitive nature, so the competition in trying to win the games came naturally. You personally think a little competition made the games more enjoyable.

You'd say you guys are tied; even. You had won the ring toss, gaining a mug as a prize. He won the dart game, it turned out his aim was as accurate as cupid. Et cetera.

Now, you were trying to find something to fill your growling stomachs. There were many food booths open and you had been walking around for what felt like hours. You couldn't seem to find the right booth that offered the food. Until Jeonghan suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you towards a booth around the end of the road.

“Oh my god,” you almost scream out of joy. “How did you know?”

“It's my favourite too.” He tells you, smugly.

"Hello, can we get two nakji bokkuem, please? Thank you." He orders the food while you look around to find a table to sit at. Despite the number of people, you luckily find a free spot. You walk to the empty table, leaving Jeonghan to wait for the food by himself.

As you observe the boy from your seat, thoughts flood your head. You were suddenly worried about what Mina's reaction would be when you tell her that you, pretending to be Mina, have been meeting up with Jeonghan while she was gone. You weren't bothered about being caught because you were sure that you were going to pull it off. But one thing you fretted about the most is his reaction when Mina tells him the truth. Mina had told you that when she would come back from her trip, she would tell Jeonghan everything. You were scared for your best friend; you don't want her to feel heartbroken.

You push your thoughts to the side when you see Jeonghan approach, food in his hands. As he takes a seat, he wafts the smoke from the food towards you. You close your eyes inhaling the smell, causing your mouth to salivate.

"Here you go." He places the plate in front of you and takes out your chopsticks.

"You know I can do that right?" you laughed, taking the chopsticks from his hand.

"I know, but I want to do it for you," Jeonghan chuckles.

The table became silent when the two of you started to eat, of course, a few comments and giggles here and there. But the two of you were too focused on eating the food, that you forgot about each other's presence. Until Jeonghan started choking on his last bite, and you being you, you stayed seated laughing as you watched the boy struggle.

"Why didn't you help me?" Jeonghan whines, rubbing his neck.

"I was!" You exclaimed, trying to hold yourself from laughing further. "Moral support, you know?" you continue.

Jeonghan is out of words. "Laughing at me as I choke is not moral support!" He cried.

Your night was definitely unexpected, in the most possible good way. Spending your free time with Jeonghan was so amazing that you forgot you were even pretending to be someone else. Though you do feel guilty, you console yourself by saying that you were doing it for your best friend.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen texts #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt #svt au #seventeen social media au #svt scenarios #svt texts #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan blurbs #jeonghan au

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peachsayshi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 10 - Intimate (2)

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write and I think it's because it turned out to be sort of a filler chapter! Also, please excuse any errors - I am definitely posting this half asleep lol! but I am really excited to share the upcoming ones! I initially said that this was going to be 25 chapters but I outlined the rest of the story and there will be more! Hehe I do plan on doing the few extra one-shots in the end, so I hope you enjoy.

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“Tell me you’re mine…”

You blushed at the thought of Satoru’s words, painfully aware of the knot that tightened in the pit of your stomach which then tugged at your lungs, slowing your breath. You reached for the seasoning packets, ripping open the colored wrappers to prepare the ramen broth. You watched as tiny circles began to form from the bottom of the metal pot, bubbling it’s way to the surface. You could hear the shower still running from your bathroom, a bit relieved that Gojo was taking his time because you wanted to bask in the few precious minutes you had to yourself to try and quieten your racing thoughts.

You couldn’t focus on the task of preparing dinner because the word “mine” slipping from Gojo’s lips in a feverish claim was playing on a loop in your head. The way his tone darkened with urgency when he held his body close to yours sent goosebumps to run up your arms. You couldn’t figure out where the possessive streak came from or why he felt the need to assert his dominance over an act that should not have been as intimate as it felt. You folded your arms over your chest, subconsciously pinching your skin as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

There was a difference when you made your own personal comparisons in the safety of your mind versus Gojo bringing it up in the bedroom. Somehow admitting your confession to him made you feel vulnerable and his reaction didn’t make it any better, appearing to be competitive about the entire situation.

That doesn’t make any sense, why would he care? you wondered.

You never actually paid attention to how Gojo felt about your ex-boyfriend. For the most part he’s always been nice to him. Although the two of them weren’t the closest of friends, they seemed to get along whenever you all hung out together. You never would have anticipated that Gojo would be…

Jealous of him ?

That he would resent him?

Honestly, you didn’t even have an explanation for what it could possibly mean.

“ Pay attention…”

Gojo’s voice startled you, you didn’t even realise he was standing right behind you until you noticed him reach his arm forward to reduce the flame, stopping the water from bubbling over the pot.

“Whoops! Lost my train of thought for a second...” you lied, refusing to look in his direction in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

“That’s a safety hazard, you know?” he teased, still standing dangerously close behind you as he reached for the dry noodles himself and placed them into the pot. “You need sharp eyes when cooking otherwise you’ll end up having an unnecessary accident.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you as you circled to face him. Gojo had borrowed one of your black silk scarves, using it as a makeshift blindfold since his own was now tumbled between your bedsheets on the floor. You could smell your coconut and hibiscus body wash off him, the scent combining with the residual cologne on his clothes. An easy smile spread across that handsome face, his relaxed demeanor contrasting the state he was in when he first knocked on your door.

He’s your friend, you reminded yourself. What happens in the bedroom doesn’t mean anything…

It shouldn’t mean anything.

“Whatever you say, sensei ...” you chirped, burying your wayward thoughts. “Why don’t you grab those mats and I’ll bring these over to the table”

You assembled the two bowls, adding a little extra broth for Gojo because you knew he preferred it that way. Meanwhile, he had placed the two mats on the opposite side of the dining table, taking care not to disturb your work set up.

“Here you go,” you said, as you slid the bowl in front of him while he took his seat.

“Thank you!”

At first you both sat in silence, Gojo was responding to a few unanswered text messages but you were studying him with curious eyes, waiting for him to give you an explanation for his sudden visit.

“ Sooo, you want to tell me what that was all about?” you asked.

“That being?”

You waved your chopsticks in the direction of your bedroom, raising your brow before replying, “That being the sequence of events that just transpired…”

“ Stress relief ...” Gojo explained in between bites as he casually tucked his phone back into his pocket.

You thrummed your fingers against the warm bowl in your hands, fidgeting with the chopsticks in the other. “Well, I’m glad I could help you unwind, I guess...”

He flashed you a wicked grin, “Me too, because I need a repeat of the show...”

“I can’t look at you when you say that,” you remarked, focusing your attention onto the noodles and growing shy at his comment.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little…”

“I don’t understand why, that was fucking hot ...”

Your face burned, the heat radiating all the way to the back of your neck from his words. You cleared your throat as you rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to brush off his statement in a cool manner. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the thoughts you were having crept back into your mind as you tried to hush them away.

You decided to shift the conversation away from the bedroom and back to Gojo instead. If he wasn’t so flustered by his own emotions, you might have accepted his excuse of needing to relieve stress but you knew there was more to the story.

“Did something happen at work?” you questioned.

Gojo chuckled to himself, “It’s funny how you won’t even acknowledge my compliment... ”

“Are you really going to make me pry a proper answer out of you?” you huffed, and he could hear your annoyance in your tone.

Gojo wished that he didn’t have to get into this particular part of the conversation with you, knowing full well how it was going to bring down the mood.

“No, nothing happened at work,” he said with a sigh, “I was with Rina. She asked me to stop by her shop…”

You knitted your brows in confusion, “That’s kind of random.”

Gojo nodded his head, “I thought so too. She initially told me that she wanted to get my opinion on some new items she was dropping for her menu. Turns out I was only there because she wanted to know how long you and I have been sleeping together for…”

You choked at his statement, his nonchalant words nearly going over your head.

Gojo kept eating, unphased by your reaction. “Need some water?”

“Y-yes…no, ugh, nevermind …she asked you how …”

“ How long you and I have been fucking… ” Gojo replied, flicking his index finger back between you both to fully clarify his statement.

The knot in your stomach cinched, a wave of nausea swirling in your gut as you placed your chopsticks down.

“How... how did she even find out? ” you whispered to yourself as you slumped against the back of your chair.

“She saw us at the park.”

“ Oh .”

You and Rina have both had your fair share of arguments before but sometimes when her emotions got the better of her, Rina’s outbursts often came with her sharp tongue. Over the years you had to explain to her that her words carried more weight than she thought, and in turn she became more conscious around you. However it suddenly dawned on you that Gojo might have been on the receiving end of Rina’s unfiltered anger.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning with frustration. “What did she say?”

“ Hmm ?”

“What did Rina say to you?”

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “don’t worry about what she said to me. I know she didn’t mean anything by it...”

“But you were upset when you got here…”

“Let’s clarify something, Rina was upset because she was hurt. I was just annoyed by the situation. There’s a difference...”

You wished he would take your conversation a little more seriously and not brush it off with such ease but sighed knowing full well that Gojo wasn’t going to tell you what exactly happened which meant that Rina must have said something deliberately hurtful towards him.

“ I’m sorry… ”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You picked up your utensils, “For dragging you into this unnecessary drama I started. I should have just told Rina what was going on between us…”

Gojo paused after slurping a noodle, “well, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She’s been overprotective recently… ” you explained, not wanting to get into the details that the reason was purely based on your break up and how terrible you have been about getting over it. “I knew that if I told her about our arrangement she would analyze me to death over it and I didn’t want to deal with that…”

“Fair point,” Gojo acknowledged with a hum.

His short responses unsettled you, and you found yourself overcompensating to make up for it. “I’ll talk to her and smooth things over and I’ll make sure she apologizes for whatever it is that she said to you. She shouldn’t take her frustration out on you just because she was upset with me...”

Gojo nodded his head but you could clearly sense that he was not in the mood for any serious conversations right now. Taking himself out of this particular topic, Gojo quickly changed the subject after you made your last statement.

He kept the rest of the chat lighthearted, distracting your worries by telling you little anecdotes he had about his co-worker, Nanami. You suddenly found yourself giggling when Gojo revealed that he practically stalked Nanami for an entire day just so he could force the man to hang out him.

“I feel bad for the poor guy, you completely terrorize him,” you stated, clearing the table once you were both done eating.

You made your way over back to your kitchen where you rinsed off the bowls before placing it in the dishwasher. “You’re free to hang out if you want,” you offered, noticing Gojo get himself together as he was preparing to leave.

“I think I distracted you enough for tonight,” he replied.

You walked him to the door, following in line with his long strides. Just as he was about to reach the handle of your front door, he stopped before turning to face you.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation about what is going on between us,” he stated, his voice low and serious.

You blinked a couple of times in surprise before parting your lips to respond, “I know I don't owe anyone an explanation but I know what Rina’s feeling and the only way I can see myself fixing this problem is by telling her everything. We never keep secrets from each other and I would probably be equally as hurt if she chose to hide something from me too... ”

Gojo pressed his lips together, navigating the words floating in his mind before reaching his hand out to touch your fingers.

“I get it but I just…”

“ Just ?...”

He exhaled, “I don’t want you overthinking anything between us, okay?”

“Don’t worry, even though we are terrible at sticking to our own rules, I am fully aware of where we both stand…”

You notice the relief wash over Gojo’s face as he slips his fingers away from your touch, “Good, because I like what we are doing.”

“I-I like it too…” you replied almost instantly, your heart racing at your own admittance.

The sorcerer left you a bundle of nerves when he said his goodbye. The knot in your stomach made its presence known, twining itself around your insides as you couldn’t escape this foreign emotion that seemed to have infiltrated your body.

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CHAPTER 11 - FRIENDS

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painful-pooch · 3 years ago

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A Con Artist's Fantasy and a Pilot's Reality

Chapter 2 is finally here! Sorry for the wait, but this one was a bit interesting to work with. Chapter 3 is still in the works hehe!

Word Count: 2.8k

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CW: BBU, Pet whump, Explicit entions of past trauma, PTSD, War-trauma, Mentions of loss (death), Use of conditioning tactics, Panic attack, Mentions of alcoholism, Lady whump, Degrading words, Flashbacks, Please be wary of the explicit confusion of it all. Let me know if I missed anything!

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Lukas didn't dare tear his eyes off of Fia, knowing that while he was under her roof, she would be the center of the universe. Everything revolved around her, almost as though without her, this mansion would have toppled over in shambles. Her presence, her existence, and her command required the utmost attention and respect. Needless to say, he hated that shit unless it was owed.

Is this going to be that cliché where I find out she's worse than what she looks like? She doesn't look that terrifying. Let's take a quick moment to check in with our weather woman, Saber!

While keeping his eyes ahead, he used his peripherals to get any sort of read on Saber. It was one of the few ways to figure out how formidable his opponent would be. He wasn't pleased to see that Saber, while poised and at a position of attention, had her hands bladed behind her, using her thumb to caress the other. That wasn't good at all. It's a way for her to stay calm even in the face of danger. He knew what that was like better than others. He couldn't see her eyes that well, but he was positive that if he even paid one small glance at them, he'd see true terror in them.

And it seems like today's weather is partly cloudy with a chance of a tornado of fire and a hurricane of torment. Note to self: Don't be left alone with Fia. Don't leave Saber alone with her either. I don't like this. Not one bit.

"Would you like something to eat before we go into my private office, Lieutenant? I'm sure you are positively famished from your journey, navigational error or not." Her voice was so alluring yet there seemed to be some bite. The best way Lukas could describe it would be like tasting the sweetest honey and it turning spicy all of a sudden. A facade, so to speak. Her niceties and etiquette wouldn't fool him.

Lukas smiled up at her brightly, using his natural talent to charm and swindle others. "If you would be so kind as to feed me, how can I say no? I gotta apologize here for my mistakes that led me here," he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

With a gracious stride, Fia approached him, making her way down the stairs, her hand gliding over the polished wood, the collared man bowing his head and ensuring he was out of her way. Regardless, she sneered at them and forced them to cower in her presence. “Of course I would feed you, my boy. You fight so hard for our country and our freedom.”

This bitch. She did not just… she didddddd! I fought for everyone. Every. Damn. Person. Every human being on our land. And for the freedom of others. I am not ‘your boy’ either. You can’t even afford a second of my time.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers combing through his semi gelled strands to keep himself looking presentable. “Thank you again so much, Ma’am. Your support means a lot to those of us in the force,” he beamed back at her, keeping his rather chipper mood still whole. For Saber’s sake at least. For those he still hasn’t figured out their names. He made sure to give his trademark smile, the same smile he gives for the pictures they took of him while in the force.

She stood before him, a few inches shorter than he was, and from there he could really glean everything from her. Her perfume was most likely expensive but the scent itself was that of cinnamon and the spices of autumn. Her attire was vintage from the sight of it, a dress she has had for years, but it looked updated, the seams redone and there were loose strings that made him want to grab scissors to cut them off. The rings on her hands and her necklace were probably from a matched set and more expensive than probably his plane, and that was in the millions.

Her complexion was graced with makeup to hide the resting bitch face that suited her, unable to hide away the decay of age in the form of wrinkles. The hue of purple in her eyes was clearer and that was when her smile gave off red flags. It was faker than forced love and compliance of Saber and any other collared human in the perimeter. Her eyes didn’t crinkle at the edges nor did he feel warmth, but rather a chilling disposition that obviously rubbed off on Saber. That alone made him get defensive, knowing that while he was getting a read off of her, she was reading him.

How I would love to know what you think of me, cranky ass bitch. Come on, be honest. You think I am the most attractive person to have blessed your eyes huh? Keep your eyes on me, that’s right… not Saber. Keep those snake eyes on this cute face.

The smile didn’t disappear from her face when she spoke to him. “I see you have many patches on your uniform. Would you be able to tell me much about them while we head into the dining room?” She asked, her tone quite curious, but Lukas remembered his training. He was aware of what she was trying to do: interrogate him and find any information that will later contradict his alleged story. The only difference was that there was no pain involved. Yet. It was good that he already had his story set straight.

“Oh these? I earned them as time went and as I moved around during my career. Some of them are pretty self explanatory since they say along the edges what they are for,” he explained, walking at Fia’s side, Saber close behind him. He was thankful that Saber would still be there with him as he was vying for a moment to keep talking to her.

“I see. What rank did you say you were? I am quite forgetful. I may look young, but I have a few years on you,” she jested, playfully patting his shoulder.

You don’t look young, lady. ‘A few years’??? Darling, would you kindly not talk to me about age? Like damn, I am young. Oh gosh, she touched me. EWWWWWW! I have no fucking idea where her hands have been.

He of course had to play the part because why the hell wouldn’t he? He is trying to save those who are oppressed by a system and a cruel concept created by some sadist. He was going to do his damndest to be as convincing as possible. He pointed using his index finger at the black bar on his shoulder, sewn in by the tailor years ago. “First Lieutenant, or an O-2 as some others would say, Ma’am. I was up for a promotion, but that never happened.”

“What happened?”

It was a simple question that anyone could have asked, but Lukas kept his emotions in check. On the inside, it was like a part of him shattered slightly, thinking of the turn of events that led him from being one of the greatest combat pilots of his time to a recluse that now rescued those that needed him. Thinking of the blue skies and the smoke. Thinking of the day he heard the rifle volley giving one last salute. Thinking of how many drinks it would take to bring him back to the surface. Thinking of… him.

No. Don’t you even think about it, brain. I swear, now is not the time to have an episode. Not while I am the star of this. Not while Saber and the others need me. I can do this. Of course I can. I’m not just anyone. I am Lukas Ashraf Kazemi.

He forced a laugh and whistled. “Oh that is a long story, I will be honest, but in simple terms, I suppose you can say that I failed a physical fitness test. I am not the buffest guy, but I can pass the run test in no time at all.” While he spoke, he waved his hand nonchalantly, peeking over at Saber and grinning for a mere second, but she didn’t look like she believed him for a second. Wonderful. He swore he saw what looked like brief worry, but he didn’t have much time to analyze it.

“That is quite unfortunate that you missed your chance to rank up. I am sure you were unhappy or your parents were. Let us sit and we can further discuss and mingle.” Fia appeared as though she didn’t notice it nor did she give off any connotation that she cared much of what he had said. At least that was the hope. He didn’t want her grilling into him about his past too much. Of course, Felix Light, his persona, has a few differences. He read her body language, gaining any intel he could. He could see her hands clasped in front her, walking with a graceful step, almost like that of nobility.

Lukas kept his eyes forward, ignoring his body’s response to the reminder of the past and of the memories he constantly tried to bury with a shovel, cement, and hell of a lot more shit. “No problem honestly,” he cackled, wiping the sweat that had already built up on his brow with a swipe of his hand. “I really hope I enjoy this meal,” he mused ecstatically, not paying much attention to the bustling airfield around him, getting ready for a mission, walking along the tarmac-

Focus. Focus where you are at. Come on Lukas. Think of bunnies jumping around a hill! Think of a circus with magical unicorns pulling rainbows all over the place. You aren’t there. You are here. Where is here? Wait… This doesn’t make sense. It does. Fuck. I need to drink. I want to drink. We are at a mansion. Saber. THINK OF SABER!!!

The scenery shimmered away, Lukas somehow at a table already, seated and catching up to what had just happened. His mind would continue to play tricks with him, but if he kept himself distracted, then maybe, just maybe, he could excuse himself to the restroom and deal with his shattered reality. He wondered where Saber went and turned his head, blinking down at a kneeling Saber, her eyes snapping to look ahead of her. “Why are you on your knees, Saber? Sit beside me and rela-”

“Absolutely not!” Fia exclaimed, Saber responding in return with a flinch and lowering her eyes to the floor as her… bitch captor decided to tack on with a snide laugh, “Lieutenant Light, have you not heard of a pet? She is not allowed to sit at the table like a person. She will kneel beside you and I’ll let you decide how much to feed her.” The mention of food became a reality, seeing his plate and seeing a well seasoned and a well-seared steak, accompanied with mashed potatoes, green beans, and a dinner roll with a small platter of butter beside it.

But the food didn’t matter anymore to Lukas, regardless of how hungry he was. He was going to stand up for Saber because if he didn’t, no one else would. Not to Fia. Definitely not to her at all. “I have heard of pets, but that is strictly connected to dogs, cats, rodents, avians, and such. You know… animals. Saber is a grown woman,” he rebutted, his eyes locking with the enraged purple eyes of the hag across from him. He could feel Saber tense next to him and hear Major Castello shouting at him to stand at attention.

You are okay… Breathe and fight it off. We can make it if we try. Then we can leave, enjoy my stash of Doritos and Body Armor drinks back in the plane. Timmy can play the latest hits and we can fly off into the sunset. So cliche… I love that. You can do this.

“How dare you think that she means anything or is as valuable as a real person?” He felt two pairs of eyes on him now. One of them was venomous and rabid even, almost as though he had struck a nerve with her. That’s good at least. The other was the eyes of the woman he was going to defend and would be willing to die for at that point.

Saber inched closer to his seat, struggling to show emotions, to which he assumed came from the rigorous torture and the treatment she received from the rest of the staff. Fia pointed her steak knife at him, beckoning to Saber. “She is not that at all. She is a pet and mutt at best. Her life is to serve me and I should show you some respect.”

Lukas didn’t even have a chance to stop Saber, the poor girl dropping to her knees, her forehead pressed against the floor, still as can be. His nostrils flared in anger and disgust, turning his head to face Fia, his eyes not bothering in hiding his emotions. “What do you got against her? You want to actually go up against someone that has a chance at winning, then come at me. Or are you really that much of a coward?” He inquired, playing his cards on the table, the sounds of the fighter planes taking off attempting to distract him.

“She knows her place. She should always be reminded who is on top within this household. It’s not you, some pretentious pilot who thinks they know everything and can pretend to be self-righteous. How hypocritical of you.” Fia’s voice had a scolding tone in there, almost like she wanted to teach Lukas a lesson. “Saber, position 2 and make it quick,” she snapped with both her words and her fingers, Lukas not needing to check to see if Saber listened.

She always listened and it seemed like… She was stuck in a hell hole. He could feel the heat of the sun above him, almost blinding him. The only issue with that was he was currently in a mansion… Everything didn’t make sense anymore, but he couldn’t let that stop him.

“Hey, Lukaaaaas! You ready for another spec-fucking-tacular day of flyin’?”

Oh fuck me… Did I really need to be haunted right now? No, I didn't. I already have to deal with Evil Bitch™.

No… That couldn’t be happening to Lukas. Not now. No, not now. For the love of everything good and sweet in the world, he couldn’t fall in the spiral.

Lukas yanked at his t-shirt slightly, using it to air his torso since the nervousness of it all was slowly killing him. He wasn’t about to let himself get pulled into an episode. Not in public. Not with Saber looking over at him intently either. He was her only hope for a bright future. He inhaled slowly and exhaled a laugh, using his thumb to point at himself. “Oh, honey, I know I am pretentious. That’s part of the charm. Also, I fight for everyone’s freedom. Yours and hers. You’re no different from anyone in this room. We are h-”

“Let me guess, ‘We are humans’?” Fia cut him off with such a bitch chortle, continuing to elaborate, “No, you see, Saber here willingly chose this life for herself. She was free to make that choice and no one had a gun to her head to make a decision. Did anyone have a gun to your head?”

There was an eerie quietness at the table, at least it would have been had it not been for the never-ending screech of alarms going off in his ears, the crashing waves of the ocean- no the jets- now the screaming. The drumming of his heart and the scent of his plane overtook his senses, replacing the sickly scent of roses. He never needed a gun to his head to agree to being a pilot. He was already being shot at in his plane. The skies were filled with smoke and painted in fire around him, the taste of fear in his mouth.

The battle of the century was about to begin, and he was already within the crosshairs of Fia Abernathy.

“Tomcat, you got a wild one right in front of you! Ready to take it on?”

His hands were near his lap, one hand at the throttle and the other holding the stick of his fighter jet, prepared to fight. His nightmares turned into his reality, and all that mattered was taking control of his own shattered reality. His hands shook with anxiousness while his eyes stayed locked onto the purple horizon.

“Well, Lieutenant?” She almost shattered the spell, but he was far too gone to let her hurt him and Saber any longer.

He'll have to excuse himself at some point to face his inner demons. Saber gently held onto his pant leg, his shoulders relaxing, though the worlds around him still clashed. There returned his cocky pilot smirk, and he raised his chin in both defiance and pomp.

“No, but by all means, Ma’am, if you want to have this debate, I am ready to win this.”

I’m ready. I am not going down. Not yet. For you…

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kunimikat · 4 years ago

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When they find out you don’t love them anymore

(Heyyy, so there might be a few grammar errors, but this one is pretty long so hold on) Also do you want the good endings to these? Idk just asking

It started when you didn’t hang out as much with him

You’d make up excuses, ignore, or even give small lies

But he didn’t really take it in any way other than it was you having a hard time with school and stress

So he let you distance yourself

But when you started getting further, and started purposely giving out of the box reasons to not be around him

His gut started to churn

So each day he’d tried to get some way to get your attention

Monday

“Hey dumbass, let’s cook breakfast for the rest of the idiots today, just you and me.”

But when he went to get you up you just turned the other way. He rolled his eyes, a small smile making its way onto his face. The ash-blonde propped a knee up onto the edge of your bed, his hands caging you between them. Yet you barely reacted and instead you mumbled “Go away Bakugo, aren’t you supposed to cook with someone else today?” A hurt expression washed over his face in an instant, though he just thought it was just you being groggy. He started tickling you, a devilish smirk on his features, but you suddenly push his face back forcefully.

“I said get the hell out Bakugo! If it was you you’d be fuming when I try to wake you up so just go!”

You pulled the cover back up, and that was it. It hurt Bakugo even more when you didn’t even look back. But he just snarled and pent it up.

Breakfast didn’t taste as good as usual.

Tuesday

You were laughing with Todoroki when Bakugo entered the classroom. And he already didn’t like it as soon as he saw your hand on his shoulder, your leg brushed up against him. He immediately went over and snatched you back into his chest. You scoff “Bakugo- The hell?” You smack his hand off of you. You glare at him before nodding to Todoroki, not sparing Bakugo a glance as you walked back to your seat, starting conversation with Jirou as if that didn’t just happen. Bakugo stared wide eyed at your back then to a smirking Todoroki. He stood frozen. “Just lay off my s/o half n’ half.” He mumbleds as he went to his seat. ‘Was I....was I the wrong one?’ Bakugo jerked his head to the side to get rid of the thought. ‘Like hell I’m wrong.’

But he felt a pit in his stomach remembering your hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

Wednesday

Bakugo wanted to take you hiking with him since you guys had been doing what you’ve wanted to do for the past few months.

But he didn’t expect you to be so upset.

“Really Bakugo? We always have to do some lame shit when you want to go somewhere, do you really like hiking anyway?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyed confusion because you even asked that question.

“No shit, I’ve told you how many times I go hiking, do you not fucking listen? Last time I checked you ain’t deaf, so I thought you’d know by now.”

You quirked your brow up and rolled your eyes, walking off. Bakugo grabs your arm dragging you back, your faces so close your noses are touching.

“The fuck is your problem today? For the past few days you been bitching off, the hell is up with-“

“You, you’re my problem.”

And you pushed him back, opening your phone as you started to text someone and turn the corner in the hall.

Bakugo didn’t want to acknowledge the tears that streamed down his face as he walked to his dorm.

Thursday

Bakugo won the challenge in today’s lesson overall, yet he couldn’t help but look over and see your eyes on Todoroki the whole time. Even when he pushed himself, blew the biggest explosions, even won the damn thing. He couldn’t even get an ounce of his own s/o’s attention.

Bakugou huffs as he stormed to where and Todoroki were. He wrapped a arm around your waist. But he didn’t pay attention on the unimpressed expression on your face. But he did hear when you called back to Todoroki, “You did your best out there! See you tomorrow!”

And just like that you got of his arms and walked back to the locker rooms. But he grabbed your hand pulling you back almost instantaneously. “The fuck? You’re not gonna say anything to me? Is this a fucking joke?” A perplexed and pained expression on his face. But he was tempted to really do something when you sighed and started to walk off. “Yeah good job Bakugo, not like you need a boost in your ego though.”

For some reason hanging out with Kirishima at the arcade was the most amount of happiness Bakugo has had all week.

But as soon as he got back to the dorms the same depressing feeling washed over him.

Friday

“But why? Why don’t you love me anymore damn it!”

It was raining hard, the droplets kept mixing with the harsh rain as you both stood over the now soiled picnic food. He tried, he tried everything to get you to listen to him. But now you both just stood silently in the rain.

“I’m sorry Bakugo...it’s just I’m not really interested anymore. It not like I hate you or anything-“

“BULLSHIT!”

Bakugo was seething, rain starting to evaporate on his hands as they flared up.

“This past week...no,fuck, MONTH! You just cast me to the side like I’m a piece of fucking scum! I try...I try so fucking hard, and I’ve never even been in a damn relationship before! So I know I’m not perfect, I FUCKING KNOW. I KNOW I’m not like a prince like fucking half n half, but damn don’t you see I’m trying to work it out? I haven’t felt this much for anyone before Y/N! WHY... WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH? WHAT DID I DO SO WRONG? FUCK Y/N I’LL EVEN CHANGE! JUST.. Bakugo went quiet as a sob wracked his body, leaving him speechless for a moment. His voice cracks, “..don’t leave me alone Y/N, I don’t want to feel alone again after all this time.”

Yet even after Bakugo crouched to the ground, head in hands. He hears a disappointed sigh, his head almost gets whiplash from how fast he shot his head up. You looked at him with cold eyes and looked down at him with no interest.

“Listen Bakugo, I tried being nice about it but, I don’t love you anymore. I thought you were stronger than this, I guess not. What a shame. You brought me out here to say all of that? I’m cold, and I’m heading back to the dorms, but I did clean up the picnic during your tantrum. Sorry, Bakugo.”

Yet the apology was so cold it just felt like blurred lines of sentences came from your mouth to him. The rain drowning out any emotions other than the hurt and pain his heart felt. Bakugo sat in the muddy grass, his eyes blown as he reached pitifully at your form trudging farther and farther through the mud.

Aftermath

He just wasn’t the same.

Bakugo was even more aggressive but most times he’d take it out on the people that got too close to him.

But when he’s not angry, he’s just silent

Dozing off the all of a sudden at random times in class you’d look over to see his desk charred and he doesn’t even realize it

He’d had constant stress from the piling work on his desk as he sat in bed and stared at it with no motivation

Even though he got back on track, and a bit better, it still gnawed at the back of his head everyday of what he should’ve done instead what he did

During Hero Training when he’d hear you cheer for Todoroki, he knew he was never going to get a sincere apology

He knew he was never going to hear you cheer like you cheered Todoroki on

He knew he was never going to get the attention he wanted when he saw your arms linked with your group of friends during graduation as you walked off.

He knew he was going to never fill the void he thought he long forgot even after how many years of highschool he graduated, and how many years of hero work

Nothing and no one could make him feel the way you used to.

He noticed when you leaned out of his touch

Or the small unimpressed looks you’d have when you guys would kiss

And when he would ask you’d wave it off like it was nothing

Even when you surprisingly pushed him off of you as the class was doing movie nights, sitting with space in between

Midoriya noticed every single little thing

Yet when he confronted you about it you waved it off again and left before he could even ask you anything more

So, he decided to do a few things for you just in case he did something wrong and wanted to make it up

Monday

He placed a small gift on your desk. It was a small cat-version of all might in a box. At first you smiled, but then checked the signed name tag, he nearly screamed when you scoffed at it and just tossed it into your bag. He felt his heart clench but payed it no mind. He planned the right time to come in and walked right over to you.

“H-Hey Y/N! Did you like the little gift I bought?”

He could see the clearly fake smile on your face when you nod you head, but quickly dismiss him as you see Kirishima enter the room and walking over to him. Excitedly greeting him. Like he just gave you the gift instead.

Midoriya whimpered and gripped his bag straps. Ignoring how his stomach felt like it flipped.

Tuesday

Midoriya’s almost broke down when he went in to hug you in front of Kirishima and instead you went over and gave the redhead a ‘friendly’ hug.

“Hey Y/N! Are you and Midoryia busy or something?”You shook your head and went on in conversation, blatantly ignoring Midoryia, making him kind of want to throw up lunch. He frowned because, didn’t you guys plan something? Why did you lie?

The only person who actually paid attention was Bakugo, and even he felt a little bad. So he grabbed Kirishima’s collar and pulled Kirishima with him, locking eyes with Midoryia with an unknown expression. Then rolling his eyes and looking off. But Midoryia knew for sure he owed him a favor. He tried grabbing your hand but you pulled away.

“Sorry Izu, I uh...I have to go out for a bit.”

“But weren’t we going to go to the cafe today?”

“I know Izuku but...my friend texted me and there was a change in plans. I’ll see you later though!”

Yet he didn’t see you for the entire evening. He wrote down your conversation in a notebook. Analyzing what he could’ve said wrong. He didn’t even realize frustrated tears smearing the words.

Wednesday

People started to notice the nervous tics Midoryia did when you’d start talking to Kirishima.

“Are you okay Midoryia? Your hand is bleeding. Do you need to head to the nurse?”

“Ah! I-it’s okay Todoroki! It’s nothing, really!”

He didn’t want to leave the room right now, especially with the weird feeiling in his gut when he saw you lean in a little too close to Kirishima made his hand feel numb.

Thursday

Midoriya noticed your small lingering touches and stares on Kirishima during training. He even noticed you were quieter when cheering for him than you were Kirishima.

He noticed you smiled more at his jokes than his

He noted you suddenly liked the things you said you always hated when Kirishima said was into it.

And he kept in mind that evening you barely looked his way. He frowned at the thought and decided to walk over to you. But instead he wanted bawl his eyes out when you made eye contact, and instead of greeting him you started walking forward with Kirishima.

Friday

“I can’t find a single note on what I did so wrong to make you hate me so much.”

You couldn’t even realize the boy in front of you. Blind rage all over his face, fists clenched, and shaking body. All because of you.

You honestly wanted to cry because you were so used to the loving looks he’d always give you to the cold and angry one he had on now. But you knew you didn’t deserve to feel this way. You knew what you did was wrong yet, you can’t get rid of the guilt washing over yourself as you finally locked eyes with him.

“I...I give you so much time and attention. Love...appreciation, patience. So much fucking patientce Y/N. Yet, yet you just throw it away.”

The dead grass crunched under his weight as his knees slightly buckled. The snot and tears now covering a majority of his face as he cried. His sobs sounding louder and louder in the silent evening. He bit his lip as he clenched the part of his shirt over his heart.

“It..it hurts so much, why, why don’t you love me like I love you?”

He clenched his teeth before repeatly beating the same spot on his chest. You looked in horror, then rushed over to get him to stop. He grabs you hand just as you were about to stop him.

He looks at you with such a broken gaze. Puffy eyes, and tears still streaming down his face as his scarred hand holds onto yours. Quivering lip and clenched fist.

“Was I just never enough?”

Your eyes started to fill with tears as you covered your mouth. Shaking your head repeatedly, as words couldn’t leave your mouth.

“I’ve written so many lines of the possibilities of what I could’ve said wrong. Or what I gave you. How I kissed you, how I touched you, Y/N, I-...”

“It’s not that you did anything Izuku! It’s just...I fell in love with someone else and I didn’t know how to end it.”

You looked down in guilt.

“Haha...my prediction was right. I was just never lived up to what you wanted.”

“Izuku I-“

“It’s getting late L/N, let’s go.”

It was a quiet walk back to the dorms.

Aftermath

He just kind of went airplane mode

He wasn’t the same mumble-awkward teen he usually was

But instead he’d mostly stare out the window

Or endlessly write notes

He became engrossed in his studies

Rarely going out, barely talking to anyone, and even not eating cause he felt like it would interrupt his studying

When out on his patrols he’ll try to save anyone and everyone he can by himself.

And when he fails it sends him into a complete spiral

It makes him feel the same way he did that day when you two separated

Like he didn’t do enough so it was all his fault that it ended in this way

Regular panic/anxiety attacks

Bakugo actually leaving him alone and instead checking up on him and making sure he eats (forcibly)

Todoroki, Uraraka, and Iida routinely make sure he was actually going to sleep on time, or getting any at all

It did take him a while to actually get over it

And it totally affected how he looked at future relationships

When he does get with someone everytime he just suffocates them with attention, gifts, and anything he feels he isn’t doing right he’ll do it 110%

So a majority of his early adulthood he spent single- or in short-term relationships

Eventually he stayed single for awhile since he’d always compare them to you

Though he does have days where wish it was different

Wishes it was you next to him when he woke up

Wishes that you would hold his hand when he has a bad day at work

But when he has the bad days where the anxiety, hero work, and pressure gets to him.

He just thinks of the way you used to smile at him.

Eyyy so it was originally gonna be 3 but I realized I made it a little too long. I basically had really shit wifi so that was a part of the small hiatus. But also I was originally gonna be MHA boyos x Twitch Streamer Reader. Buuut Tumblr was cracked and deleted it so. 🧍Also do you want a part 2? Cause if not I’ll make my first fluff HCS for Valentine’s. Requests are open! So go wild

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