#he already kissed her once and she seemed like she was into it

[jjjjisun]

Rebellious Jiheon

fromis_9 Jiheon X Male OC | 16192 words

TW: Incest

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"Why did they even bother calling me?" Jae's wife asked. She was obviously annoyed, and after a long day, he wasn't interested in listening to her sharp tone.

"You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?"

She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays, it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention, but what he had overheard of his wife's conversation on the phone hinted that Jiheon had been causing trouble at school again.

"I don't have time for this, Jae. Can you handle it, please?" his wife asked dismissively.

"Sure, though I don't really know what the problem is," Jae agreed as he flipped through a few channels on the TV.

"Her English teacher said Jiheon has been distracting other students in class, AND dressing inappropriately. That little brat, I'll tell you…"

Jae stopped listening. He grew tired of hearing his wife rag on her; Jiheon was an amazing daughter in his eyes. As she droned on, he couldn't help wondering if the "dressing inappropriately and "distracting other students" complaints were related.

The claim wasn't entirely unfounded, that was for sure. Jiheon had undoubtedly been pushing the envelope with her outfits of late. Only a week before, Jae had to send her back in the house when she came out for a ride to school with her belly showing beneath a snug cotton polo shirt.

"Come on Jiheon, you are not excused from the dress code because your dad works at your school. What would your mother say?"

Jiheon put on a smug look and repeated, in a voice eerily similar to his wife's, "You get back in the house immediately young lady, my daughter will not be dressing like a stripper on my watch."

Jiheon flashed a smile when she saw her dad laughing at her impression. She closed the door and skipped back inside. Jae watched her go back toward the house, finding himself more intrigued than he meant to be by the few inches of skin above her skirt in the back, which was rolled a few times at the waist to reveal more of her long, white legs. She looked incredible.

When Jiheon had come back out she was carrying her change of clothes.

"Sorry dad, I don't want to be late so I'll have to change in the car."

He'd tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, but when Jiheon pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her youthful body he had trouble remembering he was driving at all. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the skin around the thin white straps of her push-up bra. Her breasts jiggled as he hit a speedbump, teasing her father even more. Jae was grateful when she finally pulled a new shirt over her head and covered up once more - he wasn't sure how much he could take of looking at her without reacting.

So Jae knew firsthand that the call to his wife probably wasn't a mistake. Since she'd recently turned eighteen, Jiheon had just gotten decidedly more rebellious (than she already was). He assumed she would grow out of it. He hoped she would, anyway, he didn't want to have to discipline her at home and at work.

Jae had been working at the high school for almost ten years as athletic director and taught a few history classes as well. High school kids could be angsty sometimes, but he really liked his job, and it meant seeing more of his daughter, which was always nice.

The following Monday at school, Jae still hadn't told his daughter about the phone call her mother had received. He didn't like scolding her, and she had been so sweet to him that morning, thanking him for the ride to school and kissing him unabashedly before taking off to meet up with her friends before class.

His daughter wasn't quite the same girl he used to take to gymnastics and out for ice cream after, although now it was cheerleading and she still loved ice cream. She'd given up the leotard for a cheer uniform, which he'd seen her dancing around in at most school events… He thought better of imagining her in it when he could avoid doing so.

Her hair was thick and dark, more so than both of her parents, and she usually let it fall down to her shoulders. It framed the cutest face he'd ever seen, with big brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and puffy pink lips. She had the slightest overbite that showed off her pretty smile when she bit her lower lip as she often did when nervous.

Needless to say, Jiheon had the beautiful body of an eighteen-year-old that exercised often. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's - a fact that, though unmentioned, clearly made her mother jealous. Her hips were just right too, with a cute little butt that you could get a nice handful of. At 5'-5" she was quite a bit shorter than him and, but she was just the right size. She'd playfully jumped into his arms the other day after school, she couldn't have weighed even 100 lbs.

By the time he reached his office, Jae had only just realized he'd been daydreaming of his little girl the entire time. He wondered how he'd have the conversation with Jiheon about the effect she had on her classmates without falling victim to her himself.

Jae had a lot of work to catch up on that Monday morning. He was glad of it, for he'd ceased worrying about Jiheon long before lunch. And yet, it seemed he could not escape her naughtiness for even half a day.

"Hey Jae, do you have a minute?" Said his friend Jinwoo, another history professor, as he was heading down the hall to the teacher's lounge for lunch.

"Uh oh," he said "This doesn't sound good, you mind walking? Jinwoo matched strides with his friend Jae.

"So, I hate to have to do this to you Jae, but I think you should have a talk with your daughter,"

"Oh God," Jae responded, "what now?"

Jinwoo chuckled, "Nothing too serious buddy,! I'll spare you the details, but… basically, your daughter Jiheon has been the subject of a lot of chatter lately and I thought you ought to know."

"Oh yea, and what kind of 'chatter' is that?" He asked in a frustrated tone.

"Mostly just teenage boy type of stuff, I have a group of boys that come in from their free period early every day so I overhear some of their nonsense." Jae was only somewhat relieved. "Mostly to do with 'how smokin she looks in her gym uniform when she doesn't wear a bra,' or 'how great her ass looked when she bent over.' " He had put on a mocking, punk-teenager voice to lighten the mood but Jae still didn't like hearing about his little girl that way.

"Look, I'm sure no dad wants to hear this, but I think you know what I'm talking about right?"

Jae let out a sigh, "yeah thanks Jinwoo, I'm glad you had the balls to say something."

"Don't mention it," his friend assured him, "… and one more thing, I had her in class earlier this morning… annnnd I don't think she's wearing any… you know…"

"Yea yea yea," Jae raised his hand and stopped him; he didn't want to hear any more. "I'll talk to her today."

Jae's head was spinning a little, and he tried to eat his lunch and small-talk with his colleagues without revealing his frazzled state. Jinwoo patted him on the back as he headed out and Jae had to remind himself it wasn't Jinwoo's fault. He just had a hard time coping with the fact that anyone else had seen his little girl that way. Jiheon was usually such a good girl. She got good grades, did well on the cheer team and (usually) followed the rules at home - what had gotten into her?

The rest of the day drolled on without incident. Mostly, Jae passed the time in between his two afternoon classes rehearsing what he would say to Jiheon about her behavior. He looked for her in the hallway, thinking he might confront her about neglecting to wear underwear but he never got the chance.

When next he saw her, Jiheon was skipping toward his car around 4:30 right after her cheer leading practice got out. He almost wished to see her in the outfit as usual; she always looked incredible in the tight fabric. Instead she was wearing the same gray v-neck sweater and classic schoolgirl skirt - rolled over a few times so she could show off way too much leg for her father's approval. He would mention that to her during their talk, he committed to memory.

He had almost forgotten what his friend Jinwoo had told him about Jiheon earlier that day… almost. That was until she opened the back door and reached way inside to set her bag down over her father's briefcase. Her skirt, short as it was, did nothing to hide his daughter's delicate pink pussy.

Between Jiheon's plump cheeks and exposed thighs she was completely bare and smooth. His eyes were frozen on it; Jiheon's womanhood was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. What he would have given as a boy her age to have gotten his hands and more on her… it was unfathomable. Jiheon was truly perfect from the outside in.

Jae had to tear his eyes from her tiny opening; he was already distracted when he should have been scolding her.

"Jiheon!" he yelled at her; she popped up from her bent over position and looked at him worriedly. "You're not wearing any…" he leaned in whispering, "underwear."

"Oh right… I umm… forgot." Jiheon lied; her dad could see right through her.

Jae told her to get in the car and then walked angrily around the car while glancing over at Jiheon and the feigned look of ignorance on her face. When she sat down in the car he watched her smooth the short skirt over her white thighs. Somehow, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath as she sat there next to him was intriguing… exciting even

And yet the school boys, probably some of the punks he had in his classes, had seen her in the way he just had. Even his friend, her teacher and an older man, had seen Jiheon's young pussy and could have been as turned on as he'd been. Jae didn't want anyone but him to see her like that, because he was likely the only one who could resist her.

"Jiheon, we need to talk." Jae said quite seriously. Jiheon hunched her shoulders as if to retreat.

"Can you guess what I'm going to say?" He asked her.

"Yes dad," Jiheon replied with attitude, "that I have to wear panties to school?"

"Well yes, definitely that. What were you thinking anyway honey? How many boys at school do you think saw your…" naming his daughters pussy to her made it too real. "I did within ten seconds."

Jiheon's face quickly revealed a smile. "You think that's something to smile about?" Jae snapped. Why would she be smiling about her own father seeing her so intimately?

Why would she be smiling in their current situation? Jae waited for the answer, but still she was trying to hide a smirk. Had she done it intentionally? Did she want her father to see?

"No daddy…" she hesitated. Jiheon was stalling

"What then?"

"I'm just wondering…" still she paused.

"Jiheon, spit it out!" her father commanded.

"…if you thought it was pretty?"

Her father was stunned, he truly had not expected anything like that from his daughter. Mostly he had assumed she would be completely grossed out that her father looked at all, much less how long he'd stared.

"Wh…what did you say Jiheon?" Where before he had been stern and confident, now his voice was more unsteady.

"It's just that one of my friends said my pussy looked different and I didn't think so but I don't know so I…" she was rambling as she sometimes did when she was nervous, "I was just wondering if you if you liked it daddy, or was it different like my friend said?"

"That's not something I can answer Jiheon, you're not my little girl anymore. You're a grown woman."

"You can't just tell me daddy? You must think it isn't pretty if you won't just say so!" Jiheon pouted. Jae couldn't tell I'd she was playing at something or not.

"Jiheon that's not the point," her father replied. He'd certainly gotten a good look and found her tight little entry to look incredible, but he wasn't about to tell his daughter that. "The point is that you can't be going to school bottomless! Jinwoo brought it to my attention and who knows who else saw."

Jiheon looked positively defeated; with a tail between her legs, purse-lipped look and sad eyes. Still he couldn't let up, Jae had to be firm with her.

"What has gotten into you lately Jiheon? I mean you know better than that. You should be glad its me telling you and not your mother."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Jae couldn't quite hear it, but he thought she was talking back to him.

"What did you say?" he asked angrily.

"I said I'm sorry Dad!" with a tear rolling down her cheek. Jae realized he'd been wrong. Jiheon turned to the window and took a quick breath.

"Oh come on Jiheon there's no need to cry." He leaned in to look at her face. A few tears had streamed down; he hadn't meant to make his little girl cry. "If it makes you feel better, you look just right… down there… just the way a beautiful girl like you is supposed to."

Jiheon stopped her hastened breathing and was visibly relieved. She stopped crying, at least there was that. It took a few moments of attempting smalltalk and a joke or two but eventually Jae broke through to his daughter, and by the end of the ride he was feeling much better about their talk.

Every so often, however, he would glance over upon the sight of her skirt riding higher on her enticing thighs. Normally the sight of his daughter's fit little body didn't phase him, but somehow, somewhere in his head he didn't want to acknowledge… knowing she was bare, shaven and with only the fabric of her skirt to block his probing eyes, he was undone.

"But seriously honey, from now on, underwear, please?" Jae said as they pulled in the driveway.

"Yeeess Daaadd." She drew out.

Jiheon's sexiness prevailed as he watched her get out of the car, part of him wondering if he might catch a glimpse of her cute butt or her tight little pussy. Instead, as Jiheon bent over to reach for her bag, this time she held her hand between her legs and fingers trapping her skirt beneath. When she turned, she found her father behind her and knew he'd been watching her. She flashed him her cutest smile and touched his arm as she pranced by. There was something mischievous about it, and though he'd truly hoped to be rid of Jiheon's antics, somehow he doubted it.

And so the next day, as he sat at his desk grading papers, he knew what the authoritative knock was about before he stood up to open the door. But this time, it wasn't his friend, it was the school principal with Jiheon in tow. This time, Jiheon hadn't been merely dressed inappropriately but had been found in the janitor's closet with a classmate's hand up her shirt.

He looked at her, standing there looking as blameless as she possibly could. Her shirt was still disheveled looking, he could see a bit of her smooth stomach peeking out at him. Her skirt was no less revealing than the day before. For a split second he wondered if, like yesterday, were he to lift up her skirt a few inches he would find her bare and bottomless again.

All the while the principal droned on. He had never liked Principal Kim that much, and as he stood there now, being agreeable as the man chastised his daughter he wasn't gaining any respect for him.

"…Now I've brought her to you directly because I want to put an end to this before it gets any more serious or embarrassing."

"Thank you Mr. Principal," Jae offered, "I assure you I will deal with Jiheon severely.

As Principal Kim explained that he'd be giving her a Saturday detention and that he could do a lot more, Jae once again nodded and spoke when he thought the man wanted to hear anything but his own voice. Mostly, he stared at his young daughter and held her gaze whenever she would look up from her feet.

He refused to utter a word on the whole car ride home, he found that it always got to Jiheon more than any of his other tactics. She tried to get him to say something once or twice but the cold glare, unflinchingly forward, told her to keep her mouth shut. The one thing she was grateful of was that her mother wouldn't be home to add to the punishment.

When they walked through the door, Jae grabbed his daughter's arm firmly. Jiheon yelped in response as he dragged her over to the couch in their living room. He nearly tossed her to a seat on the couch, and Jiheon knew how serious he was. He wanted to, badly, but decided against raising his voice. Instead, he said as calmly as he could.

"Jiheon, I just don't know what to say. We talked about this… we agreed… and now this!"

She was silent.

"I mean what am I missing?? Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Dad…I…" Jiheon didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh now you aren't so brave like you were before huh? One minute you're a bad girl, fooling around in the closet with some boy, and now you have nothing to say." He could see Jiheon starting to tear up again and Jae felt the same way he had the day before. 'Not again,' he thought.

"I just…" she was still fumbling around for words.

"I just what?!" He demanded of her.

"I can't help myself daddy!" she said.

"What is that supposed to mean," Jae shot back.

"I mean I start feeling a certain way and then I can't help myself."

Jae truly couldn't understand what she was trying to get at - was this was an angle she was playing or she was somehow telling the truth?

"I get horny Dad, I get hot and bothered and then I start doing things I know I shouldn't. It keeps happening and I don't mean for it to."

"I don't believe you Jiheon, and you better watch your words closely or I am going to really be angry. I won't have my daughter talking that way."

"I'm not lying Daddy I swear." She was really laying it on thick now, or was she? The tears in her eyes said differently. "It's like I already feel that way in the car before I even get to school. I don't know what to do daddy I keep doing things without thinking and I just…"

Jae was feeling bad for her, if only slightly. If she was telling the truth it meant his daughter was having urges, like those he'd had toward Jiheon when she'd bent over and he'd seen her naked lower half right in front of him. Only Jiheon was obviously unequipped to deal with them.

"You expect me to believe all this Jiheon," Jae said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?"

His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad… but I'm not lying!" Jae wondered if she could really live up to her promise.

"Even if what you're saying is all true… It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jiheon. You are not a child anymore honey."

"Maybe…" She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?"

He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Jae decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind.

Jiheon was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Jae with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely.

"Here is what I'm going to do…" Jae said assertively. Jiheon listened, wide-eyed.

"Jiheon I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jiheon knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done.

"You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend."

"Uhh," Jiheon let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jiheon nodded.

"And that last thing, about your… feelings." Jiheon's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know…" he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school…"

Jiheon blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"…And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you."

Jae definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jiheon's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jiheon's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jiheon shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jiheon scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Jae had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jiheon smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Jae was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jiheon had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day… or the next… or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jiheon's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Jae was happy to be rid of Jiheon's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict.

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jiheon along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jiheon was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh…" Jiheon sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds… or perhaps it was longer… he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Jae stood there, transfixed… he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation.

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jiheon didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I… I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh… okay daddy… I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination.

They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jiheon was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes.

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jiheon while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jiheon misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jiheon stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jiheon leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember.

"Dad… I had to come in here…" she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Jae told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could… do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jiheon… wait you mean… no… not here…" He couldn't fathom allowing Jiheon to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy… I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Jae's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jiheon…"

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Jae didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jiheon panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jiheon was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he…

Jae was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jiheon came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jiheon whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jiheon calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jiheon spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby… but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jiheon asked sweetly.

"Because Jiheon, we're in my office… at your school… and I shouldn't be watching y…" He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Jae replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad…" Jiheon was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Jae didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jiheon flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jiheon pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Jae let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jiheon said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl.

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jiheon felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jiheon couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jiheon knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Jae and Jiheon both. One minute Jae was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position… probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jiheon had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together.

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Jae wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jiheon's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh.

Jiheon's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jiheon wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Jae was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jiheon's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Jae up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jiheon might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Jae never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jiheon lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jiheon came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch…

Jiheon's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below… his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing…

"Jiheon wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of…

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Jae said again as he shook his daughter.

Jiheon groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm… good morning daddy."

Jiheon pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Jae wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Jae told her.

"… what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't… taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jiheon said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning."

Jae stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jiheon was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jiheon didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Jae turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad…"

"What…?" Jae asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me… if you helped."

Jae was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jiheon had him at a loss for words. And then Jiheon was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jiheon keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jiheon, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jiheon take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please… please I really want you to…"

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jiheon cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy… I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Jae began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jiheon wrapped her fingers around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jiheon was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax.

"Oh my God daddy… I'm cumming…"

In the instant he urged his finger into her Jae knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm.

He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did.

Jiheon came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Jae moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Jae wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go.

At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Jae had told Jiheon that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jiheon found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy… his finger inside of her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office.

The ride home was stuffy. Jiheon squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father.

Jiheon didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given a handjob at a sleepover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before.

But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jiheon lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting.

Jiheon was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her.

And then there was that feeling again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Chae slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Chae didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.

Jae was working quietly at his desk during the lunch period when the door quickly opened and closed. Jiheon pressed her back against it and breathed heavily.

"What the heck Jiheon?" Jae asked incredulously. His daughter's chest heaved a few more times as she caught her breath. Even in the oversized sweater her body was a thing to marvel at. It barely covered anything. Or maybe it did, but his fatherly instincts had him thinking he needed to buy his little teenager a new wardrobe.

"What the heck…DAD?" Jiheon looked up and fired back.

"I don't like your tone."

"Well I don't like when a boy touches me and then doesn't talk to me ever again." Wow was she feisty, he father thought. He was surprised to hear her so confrontational, but he liked it.

"Okay first of all, I'm not a boy I'm your father. And second it isn't like that."

"What is it like DAD, because it feels like I came to you and asked for your help and now you're ignoring me?" She started to sound sad, and Jae knew she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Baby," he told her "I'm sorry… I didn't mean for it to be like that."

Jiheon took a few steps toward him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for from him, but the arousal that had been driving her crazy a few minutes ago certainly wasn't gone. Jae went on to say that he just thought they needed to take a little time off and think about what had happened. He said he didn't mean to ignore her, he loved her…

And then he stopped talking. He stopped because his hands were on his daughter's hips. His hands were on Jiheon's hips and she had just straddled his lap. Her dress had ridden up on her hips and revealed a pair of black cotton panties.

Neither of them wanted to say anything and spoil the moment. Jae was done making excuses. His daughter obviously wanted this, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it too, whatever IT was.

So when Jiheon started slowly moving her hips he didn't protest. He had been hard since he saw her walk in the door. Jiheon could feel her father's cock sticking straight up toward his belt and she guided her hips along that path. Her father's hands held her tight and pushed her firmly down into his lap.

"Unhhh," Jiheon whined as his shaft stimulated her clit wonderfully. "Oh God daddy…"

She was already so aroused, but when her dad reached a hand up and under the dress she was on fire. His fingers inched high enough to encounter her bra; but when he didn't find one he wasn't entirely surprised. Just before his hand came to cup her soft breast, Jae realized he'd never seen Jiheon's breasts. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse of them in one of her tiny little shirts, but with his hand resting just below, Jae held his breath.

Jiheon kept grinding on her father's lap while waiting for him to move his hand higher. The tingling feeling continued to spread from her core to her limbs, from her limbs to the tips of her fingers. When her daddy's hand finally encircled the bottom of her tit she moved her hand over his quickly to close it. The sensation of his large palms holding her gently quickly brought her orgasm close at hand. He pawed, he squeezed, testing the softness and bounce of her breast. This, of course, had Jiheon moaning and writhing fast in her father's lap.

"Unhh… unhhh… unhhhh…" cried Jiheon, "Daddy you're gonna make me cum… your big cock feels so… unhhh… good!"

Jae worried that someone might hear them, or walk in to see him feeling up his daughter while she humped his lap desperately. But he couldn't stop her… he wouldn't. Her bottoms were so wet that they were leaving a damp spot on his slacks, and still he only urged her down harder. The layers of cloth between his daughter's bare pussy and his solid shaft dulled the sensitivity, but the sheer weight of their forbidden actions were really getting Jiheon going.

It was too much for her and seconds later, with a gasp and clench of her thighs, Jiheon was cumming in her daddy's lap. The teenager had to bury her head in her father's shoulder to silence her cries, but still she worked her mound over her father's bulging pants. She was quivering and unsteady as she did.

Jae adored his baby girl and the level of satisfaction he'd brought her. He'd given her exactly what she needed after a tough morning of dreaming that her dad might help her cum like he had the day before. He was ecstatic to help her, but now he was stuck with a hard-on like no other and frenzied desire to lay Jiheon on the desk and ravage her.

He did just that, and Jiheon barely noticed for her head was still rattled by the effects of her climax. The added pressure of her father''s hips against her own didn't help it clear as he laid her on the desk. Jae had easily lifted the tiny brunette and placed her where he wanted her. As he scrunched the sweater up her lithe body it shuffled and creased the papers he'd been grading. He couldn't have cared less. His hands quickly moved to his belt. Jae was going to be buried inside his beautiful teenager once and for all.

His pants fell, and his fingers fumbled to Jiheon's waist. He would have ripped off her panties but he needed to be more gentle with her.

"Daddy what are you doing?" Jiheon asked when she finally came around.

"Shhh baby, daddy's going to fuck you now, okay?"

Jiheon was worried, she had come into his office wanting something, but this was more than she'd bargained for.. The bulge in her father's boxer briefs looked big… too big. And not on his desk in the middle of the school day!

"NoooOoo…" she whined, "we shouldn't… we can't Daddy."

Jae wasn't hearing her, instead focusing his energies on keeping Jiheon still so he could remove her miniature black underwear His own daughter had just humped herself into orgasm and he intended to show her how to make her father feel good too. His cock throbbed to be released and then enveloped in Jiheon's tight quim.

"Daaaad…nooo…" she protested, drawing it out when his bulge came in contact with her bare clit. Her legs hung down over the edge of the desk, panties stretched between her feet.. 'This is really going to happen,' she thought. Jiheon didn't know whether to be scared or excited; wasn't this what she wanted all along? His penis looked so large that she was worried what it might do to her,

And then the bell rang.

The two of them held still until the long drone overhead stopped. Jae took stock of his daughter: face still flushed, her dress bunched just above her perfect little nipples and her tiny opening was waiting to accept him. Jiheon's eyes didn't leave her father's as he loomed over her. What was he going to do?

Jiheon's socks brushed the backs of her father's legs, jolting him out of his transfixion. Jae couldn't make up his mind. Should he just do it, should he take his daughter's virginity right there in the middle of his office? He certainly wanted to, and she was so vulnerable and ready for it.

He was taking too long; Jiheon started to worry she would be late for class again. Ms. Sherman was the one who caught her in the closet with that boy and she didn't want to test her again. Jiheon slowly slipped to her feet, unable to help her tiny mound from coming in contact with her father again.

She pulled her dress down and smoothed it out over her thighs. Watching her nude little body disappear was a terrible thing, especially as the sweater material covered up her youthful breasts

"Sorry Daddy… I have to go." There really was remorse in Jiheon's eyes as she said it. She leaned in close, putting a hand on her father's chest and standing on tiptoe "But you can fuck me after school if you still want to…"

It was jarring to hear Jiheon talk that way. Jae was speechless as his teenager kissed him on the lips and walked toward the door.

"Thank you daddy," she said with a big smile. "I feel much better now, I promise I'll pay you back later. I get out of cheerleading at 4:30"

Jae grimaced. 'What a tease,' he thought to himself. He felt like grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall so he could call in her promise immediately. From the looks of it she was going to be a very tight fit; he might have to take his time helping her adjust. He knew he was well endowed, perhaps more-so considering how tiny Jiheon's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless.

It must have taken Jae a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jiheon's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket.

Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jiheon and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Jae pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do.

He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Nagyung, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her .

"Tell Jiheon her father needs to see her right away, will you Nagyung?"

"Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Nagyung was always curiously nice to him.

Inside the locker room Jiheon's friend relayed the message. Girls who overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jiheon was in trouble. Jiheon herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jiheon hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt.

Sure enough, her father was waiting close by.

"Hey Dad, what's up…" Jiheon started, but her father interrupted.

"You're not in trouble Jiheon but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jiheon was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy.

When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Jae ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him.

It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Jae pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the gym. His lips fell upon hers greedily, and Jiheon lifted a leg to pull them together. She knew what her dad wanted; the hard-on fighting against his slacks gave him away.

She kissed him with an equal amount of passion. Even though he'd helped abate her pent up urges earlier that day, thinking of what he'd meant to do to her when he'd pulled off her panties had riled her up more than ever. Jiheon didn't care that it was wrong. She didn't care that they were in her school or under the bleachers. And she didn't care that she could hear the cheerleading squad gathering out on the gym floor. By the time her other foot lifted off the ground as her father pinned her against the wall, Jiheon was ready for whatever was next

"Slow down Daddy," Jiheon giggled, "I'm all yours now…"

But he didn't slow down. Just as soon as his lips left hers, his fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. The tight-fitting shirt rustled her hair as it left her shoulders, and her pert breasts jiggled free of their trap. Her back came into contact with the cold wall but her bare chest was immediately warmed by her dad once again squeezing her between him and the concrete.

As their lips came together again, father and daughter's tongues fought to gain ground. They practiced twirling around each other's; Jiheon licked the roof of Jae's mouth playfully. All the while Jiheon was unbuttoning her father's shirt. And before long, Jae's hands lowered to his baby's waist. He paused to grip her tit, admiring it briefly before wrapping thumb and forefinger around her thin waist.

But he didn't stop there, and as soon as his hand cleared the ruffled fabric of her skirt, he found her bottomless once again.

"Jesus Jiheon, you are a bad girl," his fingers taunted the outer lips of her now-slick entrance, "do you ever listen to me baby?"

Jiheon tilted her head, arching her back simultaneously while her father fingers pried at her sensitive lips. "I'm sorry daddy…uuoohhh… I didn't have time to put my bottoms on before I came out."

They remained silent for a moment while concentrating on what Jae was doing with his hands down below. He continued to feign that he might sink a finger into her hot little center, but then he'd pull away. It was driving Jiheon crazy.

"I'll listen now daddy…" she said through a breath and a gasp, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise."

Standing there with his gorgeous daughter, touching and gazing upon her slender teenage body and its inexplicable proportions, he knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Okay then Jiheon," he started, while sliding a fingertip just between her wet lips, "how about you take off my pants first."

"Ok Daddy!" Jiheon complied excitedly. It was hard to do anything with her father's finger stroking her tingling inner walls.

She fumbled with his belt but in a few seconds his pants fell to the ground with a clink. Her hand held the outline of his manhood through his underwear, she was nervous to finally see it for real.

"It feels so big daddy," she said admiringly, but with apparent nervousness in her voice.

"It will be okay honey, I promise to go slow."

Still she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her. But now, with the amazing feeling of her father working his finger in and out of her pussy to his second knuckle, Jiheon wanted to finally know what having her daddy's penis inside of her would feel like. At long last, she grabbed his waistband and tugged it over him and down around his thighs

Jae's cock sprung free of his underwear impressively; it looked over eight inches long and very thick. The way they were standing it was dangerously close to his daughter's virgin hole; it made both of them hold their breath for a second as reality set in.

Jiheon carefully took him in her hand. Her father groaned appreciatively as his daughter finally touched him the way he'd wanted for too long. Her hand looked miniature wrapped around Jae's cock, but it felt fantastic when she began sliding it up and down like she heard she was supposed to.

Jae involuntarily closed the distance between his hips and Jiheon's. Only a few more inches and he'd be positioned to make her a woman.

"I've never had sex before dad, but aren't we supposed to use a condom?" Jiheon questioned innocently.

"Yes baby." her father said, respiring heavily, "but it's okay, I'll be careful."

Inexperienced as she was, she was right, but he couldn't stop now. Jiheon wouldn't have allowed him to anyway, but his promise calmed her. They both knew Jiheon wasn't on birth control, her mother wouldn't allow it. It made their secret even riskier, and all the more exhilarating.

"I had my period two weeks ago daddy, so we have to be REALLY careful.. okay?" The way she continued stroking him, picking up speed even, made it impossible for Jae to say anything that might stop them now. Even if she was at her most fertile, nothing could stop him fucking her now.

Jiheon made like she would get on her knees; she knew a little about how to give a blowjob, and she wanted to make her dad happy. But he stopped her before she could kneel before him. Pulling her back up to face him, he kissed her, looked into her eyes and said,

"Later sweetie, I can't wait any longer to make love to you," he told her.

Jiheon wore the biggest smile he'd ever seen, she felt a warmth deep inside her and a twinge of nerves.

"Take it in your hand," her father instructed. Jiheon complied. "Now point it at your … ahhh right there…" Her father was cut off as Jiheon got ahead of him. His tip came into contact with her mound and was immediately coated with her wetness.

"Are you ready… are you sure… my bad little daughter?" As he said it Jae was nudging his tip against Jiheon's opening - it felt incredible to both of them.

"Yes Daddy…"

"Tell me you want it," he asked.

"Ugghh… I want it," she said, squirming as his tip kneaded her clit.

"Are you going to take my virginity?" Jiheon asked. She pulled at him, her hand still encircling his rod as he lingered outside of her. "Ooohh… are you daddy?…or are you going to just talk about it."

Jae scoffed, hesitating a moment at her edginess, and then promptly accepting her challenge.

He pushed forward.

Jiheon's lips protested, but gave way.

Jae's tip, the whole thing, but only that, was finally fit snugly inside her. The feeling was inexplicable. Jiheon, who was experiencing it for the first time, adored the warmth bestowed in her by her dad's invading head. And Jae had never felt something so snug and inviting; they both wanted more.

With one leg lifted and wrapped around his naked thigh to allow him access, Jiheon stood helpless but fulfilled as her dad slid in further.

There was pain at first.

Jae paused, far from entirely within his little girl.

"Are you okay Jiheon?" He asked lovingly; the look on her face demanded he check.

"Oh Dad…uhhhhhhh…" she panted needily, "Daaad…"

Jiheon's chest heaved.

She was too arousing a sight. He urged just a bit further.

Jiheon howled.

Worrying they would be heard he stopped moving.

"Shhhhhh honey," he consoled, placing a finger over her lips. Luckily the noise level in the gym was full of cheerleaders and part of band practicing. "Do you want to stop? Does it hurt too bad."

Jae hoped to God she didn't.

"NO!" Jiheon cried in a hushed voices, "No Daddy, no… Keep going, I can be a big girl for you…uhhhhh… and your…oohhhh," Her father had continued channelling into her, "your big… ohmygod…thick…unnhh… cock."

By the time she finished saying it Jae was as far as he could go. Standing the way they were he could not shove all the way into his daughter's pussy. Jiheon was lucky because she was having a hard enough time adjusting to her dad's size already.

Impaled and pinned against the wall, Jiheon returned a long, desirous kiss from her father. It helped her take her mind off the discomfort of having him inside her, penetrating her for the first time. So did the way his hands seemed to glide around her body, finding all of the right spots to massage her and help her along. When he finally moved again she was ready.

Jae slowly withdrew from his daughter.

Her snug insides gripped him, resisting his exit.

As her entrance gave way to the ridge of his tip, Jiheon let out the breath she'd been holding. Jae wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her, but watching his little girl catch her breath he knew to wait. Instead he swiped a hand under her yellow skirt and grabbed hold of her tender, padded cheek. With the other he palmed her ample breasts.

"Put it back in daddy… please," Jiheon begged after a few seconds. She couldn't stand being so empty with his hands provoking her so.

Again he thrust into her, hesitating just inside.

Jiheon acted immediately, urging him with her leg from behind.

She whimpered as her dad drove inward.

"Ohh fuckkk daaad…" she whimpered.

"Ohh Jiheon… my little girl…" her father answered, "you feel so good…you are…" she was listening closely to dull the hurt, "perfect." he whispered in her ear.

Nobody had ever told her that. Jiheon, now speared again by her father, wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he was making her. The ache of her lost virginity was passing, replaced by the slow piston of her daddy in her pussy. She did what she could to rock her hips to meet him.

By the third or fourth time he entered her, Jiheon lost count. Jae quickened his thrusts to a level he thought his daughter could handle, higher still when he felt her returning his movements. He could feel every inch of her insides as he slid past, and she him. Young as she was there was moisture soaking their junction and easing Jae's repeated entry into her forbidden teenage pussy.

Moments later, Jae was holding his daughter's ass firmly and plunging into her again and again. His head was nuzzled into her neck and between enamored kisses and flicks of his tongue, Jiheon could feel her father's breath heavy on her skin.

"You're so bad daddy…" she hissed in his ear, "oooohhh…you're the naughty one…"

"Is that right… uhhh… my little daughter who humped my lap…ughh.. . until you came?"

He thrust harder, prodding a little deeper into her.

"You're the one… ohh fuck daaaadd… who pulled me out of practice…uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh… so you could take my virginity…"

"My little teenager…who doesn't wear panties to school…and lets boys feel her up in the locker room." he was fucking Jiheon hard enough to see her breasts shudder with each thrust.

Jiheon gasped, "it was the janitor's closet," she whispered back and pushed her father away with a hand on his chest. His cock slid out of her and sprang to attention awaiting her next move.

"Well then daddy," she replied with attitude. Turning around, Jiheon slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it, bending at the waist. "If you're not as naughty as me," she was glancing back at him over her shoulder, "then maybe you shouldn't fuck me doggy while while I take off my skirt for you"

Sure enough, wonderfully naked, with only the steel supports of the bleachers and dim light for a backdrop, Jiheon bent over and wiggled her butt at her dad. And before she could stand up, her father took a quick step forward, directed his tip to her bare, tender opening, and penetrated her once again.

"Unnnnnhhhhh…" Jiheon cried out, covering her mouth as she caught herself.

Carefully but deliberately Jae drove into his daughter once more. He didn't give her much time to catch her breath either; her challenge motivated him to take her more forcefully this time.

Jiheon braced herself with her hands on the wall as her dad pounded into her. Her father fucking her from behind was entirely new, as was the depth his big cock was reaching in their new position. Jiheon had to stand on her toes to help him fuck her just right. The squishing sound of her slick walls separated repeatedly by his advances was audible to both of them.

"Ooo fuck…" she whined

"Jiheon…" Jae called.

"Fuuuuck daddy," cried Jiheon as he continued to thud against her butt.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, pulling her to him when he was thrusting forward. In and out again dad's cock went in his daughter's pussy. He was making her feel things she'd never even fathomed, stimulating depths inside her with his thick cock she didn't know he could.

Her back was arched impressively and at some point Jiheon began leaning into each thrust of her father's pelvis. Her breasts hung freely and swayed until her dad reached forward to hold one. It soft and wonderful in his hand, perky like only an eighteen year old girl's could be. Jae placed his other hand on her lower back, warm with perspiration, and used it to leverage driving into his daughter's hot center. His cock kept touching a spot inside her that was sending a jolt to her brain each time he slid out of her pussy and back in.

He would remove his cock but for the very tip, then pry her back open and fill her up until she whimpered and cried. Once or twice when Jae's hips met his teenager's cute butt, he held her tight, pushing and flexing for a few precious millimeters deeper in her snug tunnel. It made Jiheon writhe, both in pleasure and pain while her dad showed her how it felt to be truly full of his manhood.

When he had plunged into her enough times, pressuring the spot that was causing her to quake and moan louder, Jiheon started to feel her knees weaken.

"Daddy… I feel…ohh no… I feel like I'm going to…" she warned desperately. She was powerless to stop him, and soon she had not enough strength to even stand on her own two legs.

Her father didn't relent, he actually picked up speed. Knowing if he refused to let up he would make his baby girl cum, Jae held her tight as her legs gave out and he continued sliding his cock in her tunnel over and over.

"Daaad… wait… I'm gonna… ughhh unhhhh… I feel"

Suddenly she went silent. A feeling, one that started deep within her, shot out in all directions. If her father hadn't reached down to cover her mouth she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead, as he held most of her weight, her dad pulled her straight up and speared her insides while she moaned into his hand. As she came, fluids covered his cock and dripped down onto his legs and feet. His little girl was the first he'd ever been with that came so hard.

His little girl shaking in his arms was the sexiest thing Jae had ever experienced. He did what he could to rock his hips and continue stimulating her quaking insides while pawing at her exposed breasts and abdomen. He raked her skin lightly with his nails. Jiheon was still orgasming; tears were coming from eyes.

When she finally stopped quivering, Jae was kissing her neck tenderly and holding both her tits in his hands. His elbows squeezed her tight, and slowly but surely she found strength returning to her legs. Jiheon's whole body tingled, and there was still the incredible feeling of her daddy's cock buried in her dripping quim.

"Dad…" she paused, "that's never happened to me before." Her father was pecking kisses on her cheek and ear from behind her - it felt nice. "I'm sorry I got you all wet."

Jae chuckled at that, "Don't be sorry baby, that was the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Jiheon blushed, reveling in being hugged tightly by her father. She wanted nothing anymore but to feel stuffed full of her daddy. Nevertheless he slid out of her as she turned around to face him.

"I want you to cum too daddy," she pleaded, taking hold of him and feeling her hand slide on his thick shaft from all the fluids she'd left.. "What can I do, I want you to feel like I just did."

A big smile crossed Jae's face: "Well I don't know if I can cum that hard little one, but can you take a little more?" he asked.

"Daaad… you can fuck me any time you want." she promised kissing his lips, "any way you want," planting a kiss on his cheek, "anywhere you want." she said, looking around and planting another one on his manly chest. On just the other side of the bleachers, some fifty feet away, Jiheon's cheerleading squad was practicing. Some of them wondered where she'd gone off to. If only they knew that she was so close by, losing her virginity to her loving father, and loving every second of it…

Reaching down he grasped her surprisingly generous butt and lifted her up. Not too far away was a stack of chairs covered in a thick packing blanket. It was the perfect place to set his beautiful brunette down and fuck her senseless. Not before that, however, Jiheon took advantage of her position and reached below her to grab her father's cock again. She had to lift herself a little, but it might just work. As she flexed her legs, they slid and slung over her father's arms. Jae wondered what she was doing, and a few seconds later he got his answer.

When Jiheon released herself, it was right down onto his upright cock. He hadn't expected it; the increase in warmth and pressure on him was amazing. His daughter surprised him yet again, the naughty little minx was doing her best to pump up and down on him as he held her in his arms. It was adorable and undeniably sexy; he let her exert her little body until she was panting from the effort.

She was so light he was in no rush to set her down and get in her way. Each time she lifted her tiny athletic body, her pussy fought his return inside of her. It turned him on so much that he knew he was getting close to his own orgasm.

Jiheon was watching between them, focusing hard on moving up and down, and Jae was watching her. He loved her look of awe and ecstasy as she changed the pace and stared at the evidence of their incest, their forbidden and life-altering love. At some point Jae was helping her move and the burning in Jiheon's thighs went away. She finally looked up to see him looking at her adoringly.

Without releasing from her gaze, Jae maneuvered Jiheon over to the stack of chairs. He withdrew just long enough to get her situated so he could fuck her just right. Jae lingered there, his heavy cock wagging and brushing her hyper-sensitive nub. He even slid his tip against her tender clit before rubbing it along the bottom of the his thick shaft. It was too long to be without her father inside her.

"Come on… please…" Jiheon begged. "fuck me daddy…ohhh…stick your cock in your little girl's pussy…I want it"

Jae held his finger to his lips again. "Careful honey." The band wasn't playing anymore outside, but someone was dribbling a basketball and the cheerleaders were still going. If Jiheon was too loud, they could be found.

Though the naughtiness of dad taking daughter's virginity in the school gym appealed to the pair, getting caught would definitely prevent their tryst ever happening again. Jiheon hoped it would. And if he hadn't been transfixed by her nakedness and the begging look in her eye, Jae would have been thinking of fucking all the ways he was going to fuck his daughter next.

But his adorable brunette was waiting patiently for her dad to be buried in her warm tunnel again, and Jae couldn't stand to keep teasing her anyway. Once more Jae felt his cockhead dangerously near entering his own daughter before it slid its path upward one final time. Drawing back he lined up, took a deep breath, and with his eyes gazing deep into his little girl's he pushed his cock back into her tiny teen pussy.

"Oh daaaad…" she whispered as he put an inch in. "Daaaaddy… its feels soo… it feels bigger daddyuuuhhh." Her whimpering made him throb with arousal.

"ohhh oww… It feels bigger this way dad…ooohhh please… stop for a minute."

Jae waited, but not more than a few seconds. Maybe the best way for his little girl to adjust would be for him to just keep fucking her, gradually. Mostly, however, Jae couldn't just stop chasing the orgasm that fucking his daughter from behind a moment ago had begun.

Jiheon's head rolled as her dad kept inching further into her. As her walls enveloped him, Jae knew he didn't have long. Watching his baby squirm and struggle to fit him, he took her head tenderly in his hand and hushed her.

"Shhh baby…uhh… try not to squeeze," Jae instructed; he didn't want to come so soon.

"Ooooo… nooo it hurts…" she whined, "daddy… fuck…"

The slick sound of Jiheon's tunnel accepting her dad's rod was amazing enough, and then there was her taut little abdomen. Each time he tried to sink all the way into Jiheon's tight pussy, it flexed to fit him. Past the peak of her clit, his rod made its way and mounded her skin in a path up her belly ever so slightly while it fought deeper into her womb.

His pace quickened unintentionally, and Jiheon seemed to be coming around to her father's strong thrusts. One of her hands scratched and pulled at his back while the other guided him to palm her breast and stroke her nipple. He was close.

"Cum for me daddy…"

"Oh Jiheon… say it again…"

"Come on daaad… cum for me." Her voice was like honey. "I'm yours daddy… I'm… oooo… I'm your bad little girl."

Jiheon was sensing from her father's heavy breathing that he was getting close. She only knew what she'd heard from her friends, but she knew that he was going to shoot sperm out of his cock that was inside her. She knew that if he wasn't careful like he promised he could get her pregnant… that would probably be bad.

"Daddy remember… ohhhh," he was starting to really fuck her then, "Mom won't let me take birth control… ohhh God… not inside me daddy!"

Jae was nearing as deep in Jiheon's tiny quim would allow. His balls contacted the eighteen-year-old's butt as he prodded her cervix.

"Ooooo fuck daddy… oohh oww…" her cries were of extreme sensation.

She was hugging him so tight.

His hands searched for more and more of her.

He shoved in, coming close enough to steal a kiss.

He pulled out, taking hold of her hips.

Again. Jiheon was stifling a moan, biting her lip.

He didn't want to be anywhere else except lodged wonderfully in Jiheon's welcoming little pussy. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, and watching her pleading eyes as he deflowered her the last thing on his mind was pulling out of her for safety.

In fact, the thought excited him. It was so taboo, getting Jiheon pregnant. His own baby girl, in her school's gymnasium, with the cheerleading team a few feet away… unprotected and so vulnerable. If he pulled out of her in time he could avoid a baby growing inside his own daughter.

He simply couldn't.

A few more thrusts into Jiheon and he hit the point of no return. Jiheon read the decision in his eyes. He was gripping her hips tight with his strong hands, depressions being made in her soft flesh.

"Daddy you can't…oooohh nooo… "

And then he was cumming. Her insides drew upon him and he was in heaven.

He pumped it into her generously, sending ropes of potent semen into his baby's womb. It felt so incredible, so right. His knees felt weak beneath him, so he held on tight to Jiheon's tiny frame. Jiheon moaned as her father painted her insides with his forbidden seed; there was a new kind of pressure within her beyond that of his pulsing cock

"Oh God… Oh daddy I feel it…" Jiheon told him.

…something about the sensation of her father's spunk being released into her pussy, filling her up more when she hadn't thought it possible… It flooded her with feeling, and just when she hadn't seen it coming.

"Daddy… ohhh… you're making me cum again!"

Already lost in the beauty of pumping his cum into Jiheon's burning womb, the extra grip of her cumming was another thing entirely. It extracted what little he had left in him. Her eyes teared as she shook silently, impaled on her daddy's cock.

Jae held his daughter tight and close, nestled deep inside her. She cooed and moaned while her father let out a last few defiant jets of cum, she could feel him throb. Having penetrated and filled deep within her, his semen made its way around her father's buried shaft. It peeked out around pink lips and wonderfully displayed their incestuous tryst.

It took more than a moment for Jiheon to come around. She was beside herself with the unfamiliar territory her father had just shown her. She was coming down from her second orgasm in a few minutes and dripping her father's cum from the place where he remained planted into her.

"Daddy you promised… you weren't supposed to cum inside me…" she scolded

"I know baby I'm sorry." He said.

"You could make me pregnant daaad…"

"I know honey, I just couldn't stop fucking you, it felt too good."

It made Jiheon smile hearing her dad confirm he felt as wonderful as she did. She knew he wasn't supposed to, but it had been the feeling of his warm cum pumping her full that had given her an orgasm in the first place. It felt wonderful, and knowing she'd made her father so aroused he lost control was too. She couldn't go on pretending she minded that he'd cum in her pussy.

"Soo bad daddy…" she chastised him. He came in close and kissed at her cheek and neck. "…you came so much I can feel it all in me." He was going to apologize to her again when he heard. "I like it… I'm glad you did."

Once again his little girl surprised him. He was thinking how terrible he'd feel if he had to bring his daughter in to get a pill, or worse, when she smiled and told him she liked that he'd cum inside her.

"Daddy's aren't supposed to cum in their daughter's pussy, Dad…" she continued, "especially when I could get pregnant so easily. "

"Well little girls aren't supposed to bend over for their fathers to fuck them either." He fired back, "but you didn't seem to mind."

Jiheon laughed and blushed as she toyed with him. "I'm only teasing you… I am so glad it was you to take my virginity daddy! And your cum feels amazing inside me."

They kissed once more, admiring each other and grateful for the love they'd just shared. When Jae thought the time was right, he began sliding his cock out of his daughter. Jiheon's eyes rolled back and she whimpered as he regrettably removed each inch. When it finally came to his head, her lips parted a little wider and released his member with a faint pop. Jae's pretty brunette giggled adorably when she heard it, new to all the sounds and sensations of sex. He intended to teach her everything, and thoroughly.

When his hardly softened cock finally emerged from Jiheon, a white pearl gleamed from her slit; a stream of cum followed soon after. Her no longer virgin hole urged her father's generous load out of her from where she was already overfilled. It looked unspeakably beautiful, the evidence of their lovemaking trickling out of her pussy. Jiheon was still returning to her normal pursed tautness after her father removed himself from inside her.

In fact, it looked so inviting and slick that Jae dared one last move. When Jiheon was least expecting it, he redirected his head at her cum-infused quim. Before she could protest, Jae shoved into her, excruciatingly stimulated by her ever-staggering tightness.

"Ooohhh fuck daddy… owwww, it's sore!"

The added lubrication helped, as if Jiheon wasn't already dripping wet. But the tiny cheerleader was far from used to having anything so large inside her; she was definitely going to need time to recover. On some level it did feel good, but Jiheon hoped her father wasn't hoping to have sex again so soon.

"Please dad… I promise you can fuck me again if you want…owww" she pleaded, "but I need a break before I can do it more."

After his hypersensitive tip felt the insides of his daughter one last time, Jae couldn't have continued anyway. He had simply wanted to feel his freshly fucked teenager one last time. He didn't know when he and Jiheon would be able to have sex again without risking exposure the way they currently were.

"Don't worry honey, I just had to feel you one last time. You looked incredible and you did so well on your first time!"

His compliments warmed her thoroughly. If he'd really wanted to, Jiheon would have let her father fuck her silly; especially if he was going to fill her up again. She was glad, however, when he removed his prodding erection from her once and for all. Again, cum seeped out of her, easing his rod as it slid along her clit wonderfully when he leaned in to kiss her.

After they were done making out like teenagers, Jae lifted Jiheon effortlessly and replaced her on the floor. She stood close to him and admired his towering form while hugging him the way she always had. Jae held on to her butt and scratched her back while she purred in his arms.

"I love you daddy." Jiheon cooed.

"I love you too Jiheon." Jae assured her.

After a moment or two they quietly gathered their mess of clothes. Jae helped Jiheon climb back into her uniform. Holding her shirt as she slid her arms back into it, Jae was sorry to see his daughter's tits stowed beneath the school's emblem.

Even after he had her all dressed and ready to go, she still had a trail of his cum sneaking down her leg. He could just see it beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Jiheon, your leg… you have some of my…"

She turned lazily to look, "I have some of my daddy's cum on my leg? Well it keeps dripping out of me so there's no point in cleaning it off!" She was trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hopefully you can cum in me some more later…if you want to daddy?" She was being her usual bouncy self, once again looking innocent and charming in her cheerleader outfit. After she asked, her hand found Jae's cock through his trousers and rubbed it playfully. He groaned as his daughter slid her hand over it a few times before releasing him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Gotta go dad, meet you at the car!"

He watched her pert backside push backward as she leaned through the gap between the bleachers and wall to check for onlookers. From the sound of it, the cheerleading practice was over; he wondered how Jiheon would explain her absence to her friends. She smiled back at him knowingly.

The last thing he saw as she squeezed through and her skirt was pulled upward was the white gleam of his semen on her tiny inner thigh. Knowing his daughter was going to be walking around the school with his fresh spunk inside her young pussy denied him the chance to be rid of his erection before he left the place of their forbidden rendezvous.

He walked like a zombie on the way to his office and then the car, mumbling goodbyes to whoever passed him on the way. Jiheon was all he could think of: what they'd done, how things would change, but most of all how amazing it was to have fucked his little girl senseless.

It was all he could do not seek her out before she made her way to the car. But she was worth the wait, back in the cute outfit she'd been wearing before, the short sweater dress boasted her youthfully smooth thighs. Despite having her in front of him, naked but for her long socks only half an hour before, now that her body was hidden from him he wanted to rip her clothes off and see again. It was as if his appetite for her had increased tenfold.

Jiheon was surprisingly comfortable with what had happened between them. She talked about how it felt, what her favorite part was… she was so innocent for a teenager who had so recently had unprotected sex with her father.

"My favorite was when you were fucking me from behind, isn't it called doggie?" She asked sweetly. "I felt like you were poking me so far inside, and you kept touching this spot that made me shake every time."

He explained everything she asked, and hearing his own daughter describe their incest in such detail tented his pants immediately.

"And then when you came in me, ohh my god," Jiheon sounded aroused as well. "As soon as I felt it I had another orgasm."

When Jiheon looked over at her father, he looked uncomfortable and seemed to be adjusting his pants.

"Awww Dad, am I making you get all big and hard again?" She teased him, "Here let me help."

Jiheon quickly reached over and grabbed him through his pants before fumbling with his belt and button. She wasted little time freeing his cock through the hole in his boxers beneath.

First she was stroking him, jerking her hand up and down on his pole like she'd seen before. But when she decided to change things up a bit it shocked her father thoroughly. She leaned over the center console and flicked her tongue on his tip. When she felt him jolt, Jiheon looked up into her father's eyes.

"Does that feel good dad?" She lapped at the underside of his tip twice, three times again."What should I do next?"

"Ohh honey," Jae moaned, "can you put it in your mouth?"

"It's big but I 'll try it for you!"

Jiheon opened her mouth wide, putting the tip of her father's cock on her tongue and padding it as she tried to take him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she pushed down further and challenged herself to take more. Her father's involuntary gasps told her she was doing something right.

"Oh you're doing well baby… just like that." Jiheon's father instructed.

She began to bob her head up and down while her father guided her by the neck. Within a minute or so, she was sprawled across the console to be able to touch him with two hands and her mouth at the same time. Her dress was already tugging downward in her position, so Jae simply took the opportunity to push it down further over his daughter's breasts.

Her young, perky chest came free and was pushed upward noticeably by the neck of the sweater. Her head went up and down, followed by a hand on his shaft and the other gently massaging his balls. Jae's daughter seemed to be a natural; only halfway home and he could feel his orgasm welling from inside him.

Jae was fondling his daughter's breasts and anywhere else he could reach as she sucked him. A few times she moaned; the hum from her sweet vocal cords urging him along as effectively as her mouth and fingers. Up and down she slurped; Jae was lucky to keep the car pointed straight. At least two cars driving along noticed what Jiheon was up to, matching his speed briefly to watch the little eighteen year-old nod her head in his lap. If only they knew she was sucking her father's cock… the truth made him throb.

"Jiheon you're gonna make me… uhhh… I'm gonna come baby…"

She didn't budge, only kept sucking him in and out of her mouth. She wagged her tongue back and forth over her daddy's shaft and tip. Her mouth was getting tired but she wanted desperately to make her father cum again.

She succeeded. While paused at a stoplight, she felt the first jet of cum squirt against the roof of her mouth. Jiheon lingered at the ridge of his helmet, sucking and licking amorously while her hand jerked up and down her father's staff. Each stroke pumped another stream of his cum into her mouth. Jiheon was humming again as she took in his cum.

Jae was lost; his vision left him and he could barely keep his eyes on the road. She obviously didn't know how sensitive his tip would be after she swallowed all of his load, and she kept slurping around his head.

"Ohhh Jiheon… baby you have to stop…Daddy gets sensitive when you make him…ooo… cum." Despite how cute she looked he couldn't take it anymore.

Jiheon looked up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. She slowly removed him from her mouth, flicking her tongue on him once for good measure. She was still holding him firmly, so she removed her hand and placed it on his chest while her father took deep breaths to recover. It made her happy to watch him so obviously drained from her efforts.

She helped him get his cock back in his pants and within a few more minutes, they were pulling in the driveway.

As the door opened and they drove into the garage, both father and daughter realized how different a situation they were in from doing the same thing the last time the door had shut behind them. The dark garage and the intimate cabin of the car would likely be the last time they could be truly alone for a while. Seeing her there, with her little dress scrunched around her waist, legs slung over the chair, all he could think about was how he wanted to spend as much time with her in his arms as possible.

"Baby, we are going to have to be very careful now, okay?" Jae said to his daughter.

"You mean I can't tell mom I fucked you instead of going to cheerleading practice?" Jiheon joked, "I can't tell her you fucked your little girl and came in my pussy?"

"Jiheon, I'm not kidding." Jae assured her, hoping her innocent look was an act.

"I know daddy, I promise I'll be a good little girl." She said it as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs and fixed her hair. "Until you come see me tonight and show me how to be bad again."

Jae smiled and his daughter did too. Neither of them knew what exactly was in store for them but both knew they couldn't simply end the inspired love and lust they had discovered. Jiheon got out of the car first, stealing a kiss before she grabbed her things and skipped to the door.

"Mom, I'm home! You'll never guess what happened at school today!" She flashed a mischievous grin back at her dad who followed through the door.

It was the same one she wore when she pretended to be asleep as her father called her name after slipping into her bedroom that night. Jiheon knew if he came any closer he'd see her face down on the bed, with her nightie all bunched at her waist, her naked lower half pushing up so he could see her bare, wet pussy just waiting for him.

Maybe he'd come to tell her they had to stop… but she doubted it.

[6atals]

no doubt — lee heeseung

⚠︎ mdni. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degrading mixed with praise, name calling, dumbification, mean seungie, breeding kink ─── word count — 0.6k ◞ romance: untold -daydream-

❝ 🗯️ ❞ ──── oh my babies i’ve missed you so muchhh, life is kicking my ass but i’m back for you guys, i’m trying out something new ..

you’ve never met someone better than heeseung. he had it all. he was handsome— oh so handsome. caring, toned body, and everything everyone has ever wanted. it’s too bad, too many people wanted him. it wasn’t until you two decided to take stroll around.

“heeseung stop..” you giggled, pushing him away as he kissed your neck. it’s not that you didn’t like it, you just didn’t wanna draw attention to anyone. sitting down, you smiled at heeseung as you caught something in the corner of your eye— a girl. in a skimpy dress, staring at heeseung with those hungry eyes.

oh how you tried to ignore it. but the way her eyes scanned his body you couldn’t ignore anything about it, and heeseung seemed to noticed. turning to you, he held your face into his large, slender hands and kissing your head. “there, now you know my heart only beats for you.” but you weren’t seeming to budge. you stared at her, tilting your head to seem intimidating, but she still didn’t look away from heeseung. still staring at him with those hungry eyes.

it wasn’t until heeseung turned your head his way, kissing you softly before looking at your direction. “you know i get so anxious when you’re not around, but believe me, even when we’re apart, there’s no doubt, i love you.”

both of you stood up, grabbing your stuff before walking to the car. the ride home was quiet, but once heeseung got you in the house, there was no going back.

he has you pressed up against the wall, boobs pressed up against the door as you back your ass back onto him. “just wanna fucking tease me huh? you already know my heart beats for you. the only one who can get me this hard.” he grumbled, pressing his hard on against your ass.

pulling your skirt up, tugging your panties aside and barely even pulling his cock out to slip into your gummy walls. letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. you cried out rather loudly, head thrown back against his shoulder.

“fuck, you feel that baby? feel my hard cock in this pretty little pussy?” you dumbly nodded, letting out incoherent whines before pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

his pace was deep and hard, his hips rolling as he pounded into you. you let out breathy moans, reaching back to grip his arms. “you like this huh baby? going all dumb on my cock while i pound into this wet pussy? gosh, look at you. so fucking dumb on my cock.”

you let out chocked moans and whimpers of his name again and again, tears begin to run down your cheeks and your voice cracks as he thrusts into you with a ruthless rhythm. “y-yes seungie! please— fuck!” he held your hips tightly as if he didn’t wanna let go.

“want seungie to fucking breed you like the whore you are? wanna carry around my babies and have your pretty little tits swollen?” you nodded once more, your eyes becoming more heavy as you felt the band in your snap threatening to snap.

“please hee.. ‘m gonna cum.. won’t ever be jealous again.” you mumbled, tears spilling from your eyes. he groans, lifting a hand to gently wipe your tears away. his hand lands on your throat before letting his head fall in between your shoulder.

heeseung tightens his grip around your throat and your cunt clenches in response, earning a low chuckle from him.

you cum with his name on your lips and your face buried against the door. euphoria spreads through your body while your cunt twitches around his cock until heeseung pushes in and out of you with one smooth stroke, your walls clamping down around him once more. “fuck, you feel so good, i’m not gonna last long—”

he gently slapped your pussy, making you whimper. "mine." he almost growled, spilling his hot seed inside your velvety walls before kissing down your back. “good girl.”

“don’t ever think like that again. you know my heart only beats for you.”

[mia-can-yap-too]

pre-dating!gojo who has a massive crush on you

pre-dating!gojo who doesn't even try to hide his blatant favoritism

"i'll take over her mission. she needs rest. i'll write a doctor's note. i am a doctor. kind of."

pre-dating!gojo who constantly hits you with horrible pick up lines.

"if you keep looking that good, i might actually die. which would be horrible. for humanity.... okay, i'll shut up now..."

pre-dating!gojo who collects soda tabs so that he can trade them with you for a kiss.

pre-dating!gojo who gives you ridiculous pet names like 'my venti iced white chocolate mocha with extra syrup and sweet cream cold foam with caramel drizzled on the foam..."

pre-dating!gojo who tries too hard to be your hero, even in unnecessary situations. like when you dropped your phone and he did two backflips and defied gravity just to slam it into the wall with his otherworldly reflexes.

pre-dating!gojo who over-explains his cursed technique to you just to seem cool.

"yeah so my limitless technique literally manipulates space at an atomic level, are you even listening?? i can make space dissappear, arent i so cool??"

pre-dating!gojo who will ask for your help for the most simplest things like putting his sunglasses on for him (he asks for a kiss on the forehead for good luck whenever you do it).

pre-dating!gojo who will find a way to make everything about you. it annoys people to bits.

pre-dating!gojo who stares at you like you hung the stars, and he won't even try to deny it.

pre-dating!gojo who brags about you as if you're already dating.

"she laughed at my jokes today, thats basically a love confession! shes so perfect and oh my god her laugh its so.... shoko, you better not have your earbuds in right now"

everyone is begging that you two start dating just so he stops.

little do they know, boyfriend!gojo is ten times worse.

a/n:- even though you didnt ask for this at all, for @deathofacupid cuz girl im lowkey down bad for u. i hope you know that i think of you whenever i write for gojo. while ik that you would love to do....other things.... with him, too, you deserve the cute and the adorable and everything in between too. i hope that one day youll find your gojo who loves you to infinity and beyond because you deserve that and more. ily bro and congrats once more on 2K!

enough of the sentimental shit

Oh, you’re curious about my past works? Well, luckily for you, all the deliveries are neatly archived! Just head over to the Archive of Deliveries and browse through what I’ve sent out in the past. Enjoy the trip down memory lane!

[callsigns-haze]

Hi there! Not necessarily a new one-shot idea, but would you consider adding onto Maybe Us Soon from where it left off? More Xaden and their baby girl, along with all the family fluff 🥰 thank you thank you and you’re amazing!

Finally us

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x reader

Xaden's life has changed completely. Ever since he became King of Tyrrendor, your lover, overcame venin, his life has been perfect. Hs squad now grows, in many ways, and the old Xaden Riorson would have not suspected this to be his faith, now you, his wife, are pregnant with your daughter but the problem with you is that you can't sit still.

Stand alone but could be part 3 of Maybe us one day and Maybe us soon

This contains mature themes: mentions of giving birth, kidnapping, blood, injury, throwing up, war I don't think there is any spoiler in fairness, it's just what I'd love the ending to be.

The world around you was soft and hazy, painted in the dim glow of lanternlight and the low hum of post-birth stillness. The sheets clung to your skin, damp with residual sweat, and your body ached in places you didn’t know could ache—your muscles trembling, your limbs heavy, your chest hollowed and full all at once.

But none of it mattered.

Not when you looked to your left.

Xaden stood shirtless beside your bed, cradling your newborn daughter against the bare skin of his chest. His broad hands were impossibly gentle—one supporting her tiny back, the other cradling her head, his fingers almost engulfing her entirely. She was so small. A little pink bundle wrapped in a soft blanket, her head resting just beneath his collarbone, her ear pressed to his heart like she already knew it was home.

He hadn’t stopped staring at her since they placed her in his arms.

His shoulders were tense—shaking just slightly. His onyx eyes, glassy with unfallen tears, were locked onto her tiny face, his jaw clenched tight like he didn’t know whether to laugh or sob. His shadows slithered restlessly at his feet and up his calves, trembling like they, too, didn’t know what to do with this new, fragile piece of your world.

“Xaden,” you whispered, voice hoarse and barely there.

He blinked, finally pulling his eyes away from her to look at you. His mouth parted slightly, as though trying to form words—but nothing came out. Instead, he looked at you with a reverence so raw it nearly broke you open again. He looked ruined by love.

“You did this,” he whispered, stepping closer, his voice rough and full of awe. “You gave her to me.”

Tears spilled over the corners of your eyes, helpless, unstoppable. “We did.”

He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle you, keeping your daughter nestled close to his chest. “She’s perfect,” he breathed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I didn’t… I didn’t think I could love anything more than I love you. And then I saw her. And it’s like something broke open in me.”

You reached a hand toward them, fingers trembling from exhaustion. He shifted, leaning into your touch, and gently tilted your daughter so you could brush your knuckles across her impossibly soft cheek. She let out the tiniest sigh and curled against Xaden’s chest, utterly content.

“She already loves you,” you whispered. “She knows you.”

Xaden let out a shaky breath, lowering his head, pressing the barest kiss to the top of her head as his voice cracked: “She’s mine.”

On the other side of the room, Brennan stood near the doorway, arms crossed but with a soft smile tugging at his lips. His hands were stained with blood still—your blood—and the weariness in his eyes mirrored your own. But he was steady. Grateful. Proud.

The two nurses flitted around the room quietly, one checking the chart at the bedside while the other changed your IV. Your thighs ached where they’d been stitched from the small tear, and your lower back pulsed in time with your heartbeat—but even as Brennan approached to check your vitals, none of that seemed real.

Only the warmth of Xaden beside you. The soft little grunts your daughter made in her sleep. The way Xaden looked at her like she held his entire soul.

“She’s going to be strong,” Brennan murmured with quiet certainty, gently checking your pulse. “She’s got both of you in her.”

“She’s got your nose,” Xaden added without looking away from her, a lopsided, broken smile on his lips.

“She has your mouth,” you replied, unable to stop smiling despite the sheer exhaustion tugging at your bones.

He nodded. “Gods help the world, then.”

You laughed, then winced from the ache, and he immediately leaned closer, eyes sharp with concern.

“Rest,” he said softly, his free hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. “I’ve got her. I won’t let her go.”

As the haze of sleep pulled you under, your fingers still laced weakly with Xaden’s, the last thing you remembered was the warmth of his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles and the soft, rhythmic breaths of your daughter against his chest.

Your chest rose and fell in slow, deep waves. The room had quieted, bathed in golden lamplight and the fading adrenaline of birth.

Brennan stepped closer to Xaden now that you were fully asleep, his steps soft but confident, years of battlefield experience making him unshakable—even now, with his blood-stained sleeves and the exhaustion in his bones.

He peered down at the little bundle in Xaden’s arms, folding his own over his chest. “You know,” he said casually, arching an eyebrow, “for all my years as a mender, I’ve never actually had to deliver a baby until tonight.”

Xaden glanced up at him, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You looked like you were going to pass out.”

“I almost did when she screamed at me to stop hovering.” Brennan rolled his eyes dramatically, then leaned just slightly forward to peek at the baby’s face. His expression softened. “She’s beautiful. Not that I expected anything less, considering who her parents are.”

Xaden looked down at the bundle in his arms, his entire body relaxing despite the fire still simmering behind his eyes. “She hasn’t even opened her eyes yet. And I already know she’s going to destroy me.”

Brennan chuckled. “She probably already has.”

There was a long pause, both men looking down at the baby—then Brennan cleared his throat, voice mock-serious. “Listen. I think I deserve to be her favourite uncle, since I was the one who made sure her mother didn’t bleed out on the bed and stitched her up afterward.”

Xaden gave him a sideways look. “I don’t think you can bribe a newborn with medical credentials.”

“I’m not above trying,” Brennan shot back with a grin. “I’ll start visiting with sweets the moment she can eat them.”

Xaden chuckled lowly, something fond and exhausted in the sound. He shifted the baby just slightly, her soft sigh puffing against his skin. “You can try,” he murmured, his gaze drifting back to your sleeping face. “But she already has her mother’s stubbornness.”

Brennan smiled and stepped back. “Just don’t let her have your brooding silence. One of you in this household is already more than enough.”

Xaden rolled his eyes, but there was no malice. Only quiet joy, and a grateful, protective love that filled the entire room like a vow.

Brennan gave one last glance at the tiny bundle curled peacefully against Xaden’s chest, then to you—completely still, your breath slow and even, exhaustion finally claiming you after the hours of labour.

“I’ll let you two rest,” he said quietly, backing toward the door. “If anything changes, let me know. And Xaden—”

Xaden’s eyes lifted.

“She’s perfect. Congratulations.”

The shadows curled around Xaden’s ankles in acknowledgment, twitching softly as the door whispered closed behind Brennan.

And then it was just the three of you.

The room was quiet now, with only the muted flicker of candlelight playing across the walls and the hush of your daughter’s tiny breaths.

Xaden didn’t move, not for a long time. He just sat there, back slightly hunched, every muscle relaxed but coiled—ready. Watching over you, his mate, his love. And watching over the impossibly small life in his arms.

His thumb brushed the side of her cheek, barely grazing the downy skin. She stirred faintly, a tiny wriggle beneath the blanket, a breath that shuddered softly against his chest before settling again. Still asleep. Still safe.

He lowered his head until his lips touched her forehead. His eyes closed.

“I’ve faced armies,” he whispered into the stillness. “Storms. Death. But you—” His voice cracked. “You terrify me. Because now I have everything to lose.”

He looked back over at you, your face soft in sleep, hand still resting palm-up on the blanket beside you like you’d never meant to let go of his.

And he knew in that moment—he’d burn kingdoms to the ground for the two of you. Again and again. Without hesitation.

A soft knock came at the door then—tentative.

Xaden’s eyes didn’t leave you as he called quietly, “What?”

The door cracked open, and Mira peeked in with a quiet smile, holding something bundled in fabric.

“I brought the name ribbon,” she whispered. “In case you’re ready.”

Xaden looked back down at his daughter.

He was.

Xaden stared down at the tiny girl tucked against his bare chest, her soft breath misting faintly against his skin. For a moment, his shadows curled protectively around the rocking chair’s legs and stilled completely—as if even they understood the weight of what was about to happen.

Mira stood in the doorway, holding out the delicate ribbon embroidered with golden thread—the traditional naming band. Her voice was barely audible over the quiet flicker of flame. “Do you want to wait until she wakes?”

Xaden shook his head once, eyes still on his daughter. “No.”

He didn’t need to ask you. You’d had the conversation so many times over the last few months—sometimes in whispers under the covers, other times with your head in his lap, laughing about how it had come to you in a dream. Even just three days ago, when you’d rested your palm over your swollen stomach and murmured, “She already feels like Annavella.”

That name had wrapped around his heart the moment he first heard it from your lips.

Annavella.

It was soft and elegant—like you. But strong too. A name that sounded like it could echo off the walls of history and still whisper in a lover’s vow.

Xaden reached out, his long fingers brushing the edge of the ribbon Mira held. She passed it over gently, her expression soft.

As he took it, he murmured under his breath, “Annavella.”

The name settled like a promise. Like a shield.

He gently shifted her in his arms, mindful of her head, and slid the naming ribbon around her tiny wrist. It was too big—it would be for a while—but the moment it touched her skin, it pulsed faintly gold. A formal, ancient recognition of identity. Of belonging.

Of family.

Mira placed a hand over her heart and whispered, “It suits her.”

Xaden nodded, emotion tightening his throat as he looked down at his daughter’s perfect, delicate features.

“She’s ours,” he whispered. “She always was.”

Behind him, the covers rustled. You stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Not fully. You shifted just enough to let your hand drift back toward his side of the bed, searching for the bond even in sleep.

Xaden reached across and caught it in his own, threading your fingers together.

“She’s Annavella,” he murmured to you, voice low and steady. “Just like we said.”

And though you didn’t respond aloud, your bond pulsed warm in his chest—slow and sure.

You already knew.

Mira lingered for only a breath longer, her eyes flicking between you—still sound asleep, curled into the pillows with your fingers now laced gently with Xaden’s—and the man himself, who hadn’t once stopped looking at his daughter.

There was a softness in her expression, something reverent and quiet as she backed away. She didn’t speak again. She didn’t need to. The door clicked shut with a hush of finality, and the quiet that settled afterward was sacred.

Xaden stood slowly, careful not to jostle Annavella as he rose from the rocking chair. The old wooden legs groaned beneath him, and the candlelight painted bronze shadows across the room as he moved.

Annavella stirred slightly against his chest, a tiny wriggle under her blanket. Her face scrunched up, her mouth puckering with the beginnings of a fuss—but the moment Xaden adjusted her, one hand curled over the back of her tiny head, she stilled. Her ear rested over the steady beat of his heart.

And he began to walk.

The room was quiet save for the soft pad of his bare feet on the wooden floor and the gentle rustle of her swaddle. His long fingers shifted along her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the fabric like he was mapping her—memorizing the exact weight and presence of her in his arms.

“You don’t know it yet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with awe, “but you changed everything.”

Annavella breathed softly against his skin, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm.

Xaden’s eyes drifted to the bed—to you, to the way your body curled protectively even in sleep, as if some part of you was still aware she was in the room. His throat tightened.

“I didn’t think I’d get this,” he whispered. “Didn’t think I deserved to.”

He paced slowly, gently bouncing her now, not because she needed it—but because he did. Because standing still with that much love threatening to break out of him felt impossible.

His voice dropped further, meant only for her.

“I’ll give you everything, Annavella. The stars, the skies, the safest piece of this broken world. Whatever’s left of it—I’ll make sure it’s yours. I swear it.”

He stopped at the edge of the window, where the moonlight cut through the veil of night and cast silver against the hardwood. The stars glittered beyond the glass—soft, distant.

“You’ll never know war like we did,” he promised. “You’ll never bleed for a cause. Not if I can help it.”

She shifted again, a little sigh falling from her lips. His arms adjusted instinctively, his palm warm and firm across her back.

“You’ll grow up knowing peace. Love. A home.” His shadows flickered lightly at his feet, curling like ribbons of smoke around his ankles. “Because of her.” His eyes returned to you.

“She gave me the world when she gave me you.”

Annavella let out a soft, squeaky breath in her sleep—something like a baby sigh, so delicate it made Xaden’s chest ache.

“I’ll protect you until my last breath,” he whispered, pressing his lips gently to her temple. “You and your mother. Always.”

And in that moment—just the three of you surrounded by quiet and the hum of life newly begun—Xaden Riorson, warrior, leader, and the shadow-wielding King of Tyrrendor, was no longer made of war.

He was made of love.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Fake Out -Oneshot

Word count: 3221

Y/N kept having to take deep, calming breaths as she kept her arm wrapped around Bucky’s waist and his arm around her shoulders.  She wasn’t sure how she got roped into this mission, playing a couple at a gala to find the information center hidden somewhere in the old mansion and download the plans to a big operation that the Avengers had been following for months.  This was their last shot at getting them, so it was imperative that she and Bucky find the computer room and get it all on a hard drive.  Though why it had to be her under his arm, she didn’t know.

It wasn’t that she hated Bucky, and she didn’t think he hated her, it was just that he was indifferent and bordering on rude to her most of the time.  She wasn’t sure if he even realized he was being rude, but she usually kept her distance either way.  Which was unfortunate because she enjoyed working with the Avengers as a spy, and had made friends with all of them.  Except for Bucky.

He was playing the part pretty well, keeping her close, squeezing her arm and periodically reaching down to squeeze her waist or hip, kissing her cheek or keeping his hand at her lower back as he led her through the crowd.  It was probably the first time he’d ever actually smiled at her in a way that didn’t look like a grimace.  She only hoped that her surprise every time he did those things wasn’t too evident on her face.

Finally about two hours into the gala he pulled her to the edge of the dance floor, leaned down and whispered in her ear as he wrapped her in his arms.  “Ready?” he asked, his hot breath on her ear making her shiver.

She nodded and squeezed his arms.  “Let’s go,” she whispered back.

Bucky pulled away but then surprised her again as his flesh hand held her by the back of the head and he kissed her.  Y/N froze, her hands squeezing his arms again even tighter, but after a moment she let out a shaky breath through her nose and her eyes fluttered closed.  She angled her head and deepened the kiss with him.  She knew that this was part of the cover, to sell the fact that they were a couple who could barely keep their hands off of each other to sneak off to a more private area.  But she let herself indulge in it.  Bucky was a handsome man, and even though he’d been less than friendly, she hadn’t been kissed in a long time, so she enjoyed it while she could.

Bucky moaned but then seemed to stop himself, his lips tightening against hers for a moment before he started pulling her back towards the hallway.  She made out with him, following his lead as his hands roamed her body, the kisses becoming more lewd by the second.  She lost track of time or where they were, letting Bucky take her where they needed to go.  Once he’d closed a door behind them he pushed her against the wall and broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” he breathed, licking his lips and swallowing harshly.  His hands moved to the wall behind her, keeping himself off of her as he shut his eyes tight and his hips pulled away from her.  “Go download the info while I keep watch.”

Y/N blinked at him stupidly, then blushed when she remembered the whole point of their mission.  She looked around and realized they were in the computer room.  She huffed and ducked under his arm, walking over to what looked like the main computer.  The security cameras would have already been turned off by the electric pulses she set up earlier in the evening, so she didn’t feel the need to be sneaky as she got it going and stuck the hard drive into the USB port.  She tried to calm her thundering heart as she typed away on the computer until the hard drive kicked in and started downloading everything.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Bucky standing up straight after a moment and keeping his head cocked toward the door to listen for anyone coming.  She refused to look at him, not wanting to get distracted again.  A few minutes later as the download was almost complete Bucky suddenly walked fast toward her.  “Someone’s coming,” he whispered loudly.

Y/N cursed.  “It’s not done yet,” she whispered back.

Bucky frowned as his eyes shot to the computer then back towards the door.  She could hear whoever it was coming closer then got a crazy idea.  “Come here,” she said, and pulled him toward an empty part of the desk the computer was on.

“What are you do–oh,” Bucky nearly choked on his words as she hoisted herself on the desk and rucked up her dress, exposing her underwear to him.  She then started undoing his belt and pants, pushing the dress pants down just enough before she grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her as she laid back, his hips flush against her hips as she hooked her legs behind him.  She kissed him again, and just as the sounds of voices and footsteps got close to the door outside she let out a loud, pornographic moan against his mouth.

Bucky stiffened against her, pulling away from the kiss and staring at her with wide eyes.  The voices outside the door stopped and she waited a moment before giving Bucky a meaningful glare that screamed, “Play along,” and then said in the most seductive voice she could muster, “Oh…yes baby!”

He blushed but nodded as they heard a chuckle beyond the door.  He glanced at the door and then started to hump his hips against her to make it look like they were having sex.  He let out a deep grunt and she nodded encouragingly, letting out more whimpers and repeated “uh, uh, uh” sounds at his thrusts.  She heard another exchange of voices outside the door and inwardly rolled her eyes.  Sick fucks, she thought as she looked at the computer screen.  Finally the download finished, and she swiftly ripped the hard drive out of the USB port and exited the screen to hide their tracks.  She slid the hard drive into Bucky’s breast pocket then kissed him again just as the door knob started to rattle.

“Fuck me!” she cried out against Bucky’s mouth as the door swung open.  She let out a loud gasp, pretending to cover herself up as Bucky shot up and turned away while looking back at the security guards.

“Do you mind?!” he shouted at them, fixing his pants and covering Y/N partially with his body.  “What the fuck?”

“Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but you can’t be back here,” one of the guards said sternly.  “This area is off limits.”

Y/N quickly sat up and got off the desk, fixing her dress and looking at them with a sheepish grin.  “I’m so sorry,” she giggled breathlessly.  “We just…nevermind,” she said, grabbing Bucky’s wrist and pulling him toward the door, skirting past them as fast as she could.  “Excuse us,” she laughed nervously and ducked her head in shame as she walked out of the computer room and back down the hallway towards the main ballroom.

Bucky eventually put his arm back around her shoulder, keeping her close as they walked out of the mansion and towards the valet, who quickly brought their car around.  They got in and sped off towards the safe house, making sure no one was following them for a long while before Y/N relaxed against the seat, letting out a long breath.  She pulled out her phone and texted Sam back at the Avengers Compound.

Information secured.  Headed to safe house tonight then home tomorrow.  

She waited a moment then saw the three dots pop up.

Great job.  See you then.

Y/N bid him goodnight then put her phone away and looked out the window.  As they drove, the events of the evening seemed to settle between her and Bucky like an ominous cloud, rife with tension and awkwardness.  She wasn’t sure how to broach the subject, or even if it was worth commenting on it.  It was just part of the mission, a cover to get what they needed, it didn’t mean anything.  She’d had to do compromising things on other missions before with previous partners, so why did this one feel so…different?  Bucky didn’t say anything, so she let it go for the time being.  All she wanted at the moment with a good shower and a warm bed

They reached the safe house half an hour later.  Bucky did a sweep of the house before she entered, and as they walked to the back rooms they both froze at the predicament laid before them.  There was only one bedroom.  Only one bed.  Bucky let out a gruff, sharp breath.  “I can take the couch,” he said quietly.

“I can take it,” Y/N said, shaking her head at him.  “It’s fine.  You’re too big for it anyway.”

“I’m not gonna make a lady sleep on the couch while I’m in the bed,” Bucky frowned.  

They both frowned at each other for a moment before she sighed.  “We’re adults, Buck, we can share the bed.”  His frown disappeared as he blinked.  “I just want to shower and sleep,” she said.  

He stared at her with an unreadable expression for another moment before nodding.  “Okay,” he said simply.

They settled into a routine as she showered and got ready for bed first, then Bucky went in after her.  By the time he finished she was laying in the bed, facing away from him with her eyes closed.  She could feel the awkwardness set in again as his footsteps moved around the room, then eventually he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed and shuffled under the covers with her.  He was at the other edge of the bed, the space between them like a fragile chasm that they were too afraid to breach even in the name of comfort.  He sighed heavily.  “Goodnight,” he breathed.

“G’night,” Y/N said.  The next hour was torture.  She tried to stay still, to relax and let her mind wander into sleep, but she was so hyper aware of Bucky laying close by that she couldn’t quiet her mind or let herself get comfortable.  She was so stiff, her muscles fighting the urge to toss and turn, that it made her jittery and her breathing became shallow.  Suddenly Bucky let out another sigh that turned into a yawn and he turned to his other side to face her.  She didn’t dare move, but then his right arm curled over her stomach and started pulling her toward him.  Y/N squeaked in surprise at being manhandled, but stiffened again once he settled her back against his front, putting his metal arm beneath the pillow above her head.  She could feel his face nuzzle the back of her hair as he relaxed and breathed deeply.

“Relax, Y/N,” he murmured.  “You’ve been nearly shaking for the past hour.  We’re adults, right?”  She paused but nodded.  “And we pretend fucked just a couple of hours ago.  I think we can handle some cuddling.  Don’t send yourself into a panic attack over sleeping next to me.”

Y/N huffed a laugh at his words and let herself sink into the bed more comfortably.  “I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, squeezing his arm around her waist.

“It’s okay,” Bucky chuckled.  “Just sleep.”

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement, then let herself fully melt into him.  She focused on his breathing, which helped even hers out enough that she started to drift off.  The last thing she could remember was the warmth of his body pressed against hers, and the feeling of his face nuzzling the crook of her neck.

***

She woke to a strange sensation that was shooting pleasurable pulses through her body.  There was a heavy weight on top of her, and it took her a moment to open her eyes and get her bearings to understand what was going on.  Her memory kicked in with flashes of their mission, then as the sensation happened again she gasped and her eyes widened comically.  Bucky was on top of her, holding her around the waist with his face pressed into her chest and his hips rutting in between her legs.  He was asleep still, and she had to stifle a laugh.  He was humping her in his sleep.  

Y/N bit her lip and tried to not laugh at the absurdity of the moment.  He was obviously dreaming of what they’d done earlier for the mission, since they were in the position she had put them in when the security guards found them.  She chuckled under her breath then started patting his upper back.

“Buck, wake up,” she said loudly.  He didn’t stop, but groaned at hearing her voice.  His thrusts got harder and she bit back a moan at the way his rock hard cock sent a thrill through her pussy and up her spine.  Even through his pajamas and her sleep shorts she could feel how hard and big he was, which had her imagination running wild, but she shook her head at herself and patted his back harder.  “Bucky, you gotta wake up!” she called to him, trying to keep her voice even.  His face turned on her chest, and he huffed a hot breath against her breasts as he nuzzled against them.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

He snapped his hips and Y/N whimpered, but her hands grabbed his face and pulled him up to look at her.  She tapped his cheek hard in desperation.  “BUCKY!” she shouted.

He jerked at the tap on his cheek and gasped as his eyes flew open.  He blinked rapidly, looking around until he met her gaze and his eyes narrowed.  “What?” he asked, then looked down at the position they were in.  His hips slightly pushed into hers again, making her gasp again and his mouth dropped open as he looked back at her in panic.  “Oh my god, I’m sorry,” he said, unraveling himself from her.  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…” he huffed out a breath and hid his face on her stomach, pulling his hips away.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Y/N said quietly, running her fingers through his hair comfortingly.  “It’s okay.  We’re okay.”

He shook his head against her and then laughed.  “God this is so embarrassing,” he said, his voice muffled by her shirt.  

She giggled, and it made him look up at her with a sheepish smile.  “It’s okay, Buck, really,” she said, smiling back at him.  “Like you said, we pretend fucked earlier, so I’m sure it’s the first thing your dream brain came up with.”

Bucky huffed a laugh again, then licked his lips and his expression changed to one of curiosity.  “Did you moan?”  Y/N’s eyes widened, confirming his suspicions and his smile grew into a wicked grin.  “You did,” he said, pulling himself up to hover over her face-to-face.  His hips nestled between her legs again, not as a thrust but just to press his hard-on into her.  Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the feeling, and it made his grin look even more mischievous.  “So you liked pretending to fuck me, didn’t you?”

Y/N bit back a smile, knowing she was caught.  “Maybe,” she said teasingly.  

His eyes narrowed at her, then he slowly leaned down until their noses touched.  “You liked kissing me?” he asked, his voice coming out more gravelly as his gaze flickered over her face and down her body.  “Touching me?”

She felt dizzy from the confusing mix of her own embarrassment, arousal and overwhelming need making her blood rush, the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.  Her eyelids fluttered again as his nose nuzzled her nose and then down her left cheek, his lips ghosting over her skin.  “M-maybe,” she stuttered.

He kissed her cheek, then continued a path of kisses down her jaw and to her neck where he opened his mouth and began licking and sucking at her neck.  “You want me?” he murmured against her throat.

“I…d-do you want me?” she asked through a shaky breath.  “You haven’t exactly been…n-n-nice to me.”

He froze mid suck at the crook of her neck, letting go of her skin then pulling back up to look at her.  The look on his face made her feel guilty, but she needed to know and understand.  “I…” he blinked and swallowed harshly.  “You’re right, I haven’t.”  She wanted to disappear at that moment.  She’d killed the mood.  She could have just let him fuck her, gotten whatever this tension was out of the way and let herself feel good.  But no, she had to go and make it all sappy and emotional.

Her phone suddenly rang and they both jumped, then Bucky quickly got off of her and nearly ran to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind himself.  She let out a loud huff then rolled over and picked up her phone.  “Hello?”

“Agent Y/L/N, we’re 10 minutes out,” the Quinjet operator informed her.

“Thank you.  We’ll be ready,” Y/N said quickly then hung up.  She sat up and rubbed her face before swinging her legs out of the bed and walking to the bathroom.  She knocked on the door.  “Quinjet will be here in 10,” she said in as monotone a voice that she could.  

“Thanks,” Bucky called out, his voice sounding flat as well.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to get dressed and gather her things to leave.  Back to square one, she thought.  Whatever.  

***

“Wait, is that…” Sam pointed to her neck as he did her mission debrief.  “Is that a hickey?”

Y/N frowned and reached up to the spot he was referring to.  It felt a little tender and she swallowed thickly.  “Probably,” she said.  “All part of the cover.”

His lips started to quirk up in a teasing smile and she rolled her eyes.  “You got Bucky to actually engage in the cover?” he asked.  “That’s a first.”

Y/N shook her head.  “Don’t read into it, Sam.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender.  “Alright, alright.  It’s just surprising, that’s all–”

“Are we done?” she snapped.  Sam gave her a surprised look, then nodded.  “Okay, thanks,” she said, then quickly stood from her chair and headed to her room.  Buck was waiting outside the office for his turn to debrief but she didn’t even look at him.  He had shut down on the way home and she wasn’t willing to coddle him into talking to her or explaining himself.  She didn’t care anymore.  What happened happened.  As she walked down the hall she missed the way his eyes followed her sadly, and how he’d opened his mouth to speak but shut it just as quickly.  He hung his head and shook it at himself before Sam opened the door.

“Your turn, lover boy.”

**Okay I know, I KNOW, I'm sorry. Part 2? How do they resolve this??**

[eightpackdiaz]

was listening to so high school and i got struck with a kingdon vision…an exes (to lovers) au

(there’s like 2k words under the cut, i dont know what came over me)

so mel and frank met in her first year of undergrad, he was already in his third year, and the way they met was…almost cliché, really, it’s the first day back from summer break, and half his classes already are swamping him with work so he walks his ass to the library because he wants to be a doctor, and he will do well in school, and he will prove his father wrong. except he gets there and the tables are full, because of course they are, it’s still summer and the library has AC so people are there and not even half of them are actively studying. But he looks for a table and there’s one little two person table right next to the back window and he can see a girl already sitting there. She has her back to him, so all he sees is a loose blonde french braid, the back of a pink tshirt, and a very neat pile of books to her right. He feels bad asking because he also doesn’t like sharing the table, but he really needs to start studying, so he walks up to her.

Once he’s in front of her, he forgets what he is going to say for a second. He can’t really see her face, but he can see glasses, and a face covered in sun-kissed freckles, and he thinks his heart is beating a little too fast, and oh fuck. she’s looking up at him with a tiny smile and, wow, okay, maybe that’s what it feels like to meet someone who is your type (even if he previously thought he didn’t have *a* type).

She says “can i help you with something?” and he white knuckles his backpack strap to keep himself from doing something stupid like reaching out and adjusting her glasses, he powers through

“Hi, sorry, do you mind if i sit here? i really need to get started on my papers, and people are here and they’re not even doing homework! how’s that okay? anyways, sorry, i know it can be annoying to share a table, but i promise i really just need to study” why is he rambling?!, he hasn’t been a rambler for years and now she’s looking at him funny but she doesn’t look put off yet, that’s good.

“of course you can! i understand, it can be upsetting that people don’t use the library for actual studying. my name is melissa, but everyone calls Mel, nice to meet you” she punctuates this last sentence with the cutest little wave he had ever seen anyone over the age of 5 make, and woah okay he’s staring, he needs to get a grip

“i’m frank! nice to meet you, are you new here? i don’t think i’ve seen you before, i would remember” okay why is he sounding flirty, he need to stop he said he was only gonna study and he really meant it, but she doesn’t seem to register it or simply chose to ignore it,

she gives him a bigger smile and says “i am! first year of undergrad, i take it you’ve been here longer?”

“i’m starting my third year of biochem, hoping to go to medical school after!”

“me too! not biochem, i mean, i want to go to medical school once i finish mine, i’m in biology!”

and so they start studying, he’s doing his best to not be fidgety and annoying, but he can’t help it and he finds himself stopping himself like four different times, until she very obviously catches him the last one.

“i understand if you need to fidget, it won’t bother me, and i’m sure it would help you focus more, i sometimes need to stim to really concentrate”

and he just looks at her, in awe, because this is the first time someone *isn’t* bothered by his fidgeting

And so they have little snippets of a conversation during their hours of study that day, at the end he tells her that he would like to do this again, and she smiles, and tells him she would too, and before he knows it they’ve exchanged numbers, with mel explicitly stating “i do prefer phone calls because i have a hard time deciphering people’s tones via text” and as he sees her walk away he gets a feeling deep in his bones that his life is never going to be the same again

during that first week they study together three times, he’s not ashamed to say he reached out the very next day after that first meeting, and actually, he’s not ashamed to say he reach out all three of those times, but every single time he called, he was met with a bright and warm “hi frank! how are you doing today?”, so all things considered he’s more than happy to keep doing it.

studying with mel is amazing, really. they’re a great team, he learns a lot from her, and tells her that. he has the wild thought that if they were to practice together, they would save s lot of patients.

they’ve been study buddies for about three weeks when for the very first time, they hang out without the pretense of homework, he invited her to go with him to try a new pizza place he heard about, and truly, he has no expectations.

he likes her, of course he does, shes so beautiful, and so smart, and her eyes are so bright, and even when he can tell that she’s missing her sister she never lets that affect the way she treats others, always so kind and patient. she’s in no uncertain terms someone who he knows he’s gonna fall inlove with, he just knows she doesn’t see him that way, and he’s okay with that.

mel is the funniest person he’s ever met. he spends half the dinner laughing and he thinks that maybe she doesn’t first get most jokes but my god her own sense of humour is amazing, and they have enough rapport now that she can appreciate some of his darker jokes, especially because since day one he now follows them immediately with “its a joke”, and it’s great, and god, he wishes this was a date.

he feels it important to note that whilst she does recoil to most people’s touch or proximity, after that very first day she has been okay with him standing or being near, he doesn’t touch her much, doesn’t want to test his luck, and also doesn’t think his heart could handle it. but he’s always near, always almost touching, and she lets him, and he feels like he has done something right.

so for about two weeks after that, they start hanging out more and more, yeah he has a friend group, and she’s making her own friends but they make time for each other. they meet for coffee on the way to campus, or meet in between classes just to talk about anything other than school, and little by little he can tell that this crush of his is becoming more.

they’ve known each other for about two months, when they’re in his apartment, his roomates aren’t there (yes he made sure of this, no not like *THAT*) and they’re watching a movie, and they’re sitting in the sofa and then she leans her head on his shoulder.

his heart is going a mile a minute, she initiated the contact and god, her hair smells like strawberries, and he can feel her breathing through his tshirt, and he feels her cheek move, so now he knows she’s smiling.

the movie ends, and she looks up, they hold eye contact for about 5 seconds before he blurts out “wouldyouliketogoonadatewithme” before he chickens out

she just blinks, and he sees her trying to process it, but he waits, he will always wait for her.

“yes, i would like to go on a date with you. i like you, and i could tell that you liked me too, but figured maybe i was confusing signals because you didn’t ask”

and so he explains, that no, he very much does like her but he is a coward. she just smiles and says “i would never call you a coward”

and so they go on a date, he’s had a handful of first dates in his life, but he has never felt this at peace in one before, there’s nerves of course there’s nerves, but it’s like his system knows, it’s like it’s saying “there you are, i’ve been waiting for you” and it lets him feel calm.

the date is amazing, he asks if he can hold her hand, and her answer is to take his hand and swing their joined hands between them and he thinks his heart will explode. at the end of the date, he walks her to her house. he asks if he can kiss her, and he sees her thinking about it, but he waits, he will always wait for her.

she nods, short and determined. he leans in, projecting his movements so she knows what to expect.

he swears he can see fireworks when he closes his eyes, he feels like floating, her hands are clutching the front of his shirt and he decides that it’s his favourite thing ever. they part, he bids her good night and takes a deep breath after she enters her house, he feels delirious to think it, but one day he’s going to marry that girl.

he meets becca after dating mel for six months. becca’s funny, and crazy smart. she tells him in no uncertain terms “i told mel to find someone to kiss at college, so you’re welcome” the responding blush in mel’s checks is what frank’s dreams are made of.

they have a lot of firsts, firsts for him, firsts for her, and firsts together.

they date for about two years. he knows this is it, he knows he’s never going to love anyone the way he loves her, he’s known it from the very first time he sat in front of her.

then he gets accepted to med school on the other side of the country, and he knows she won’t want a long distance relationship because they’ve talked about it, and she loved him but this was a boundary for her, and he applied there because his mom moved to pittsburgh last year after the divorce, and he misses her, and because he really likes their medical program, and because mel from the very beginning told him to stick to his life plan because as much as they love each other, they both have dreams, and those dreams might be similar but they’re not the same.

The day he gets the acceptance letter, they both know their relationship has an expiration date. They are officially together right until the morning he’s set to move away. They wanted to break up amicably, they still love each other so deeply, he thinks knows she will always be his one true love. They kiss goodbye, and they’re both crying, and as soon as they part she says “i love you, and i want you to be happy, so please. try to move on, we can be friends in a few months, but first, we need to try to move on”

the day they become friends again never comes. he loves her so much it aches, but he knows she’s right, and he also knows they might never see each other again, and he needs to focus on med school, and if he can do something is make his mom proud and prove his dad wrong, and…

goddamn it, its been two years and he still can feel the ghost of her touch, he can still hear the way he used to call her name, he can still….he needs to stop. he needs to get laid, he needs to move on. she probably has moved on already, he doesn’t know, because he’s been too much of a coward to check, and because she said to be friends when they move on, and he hasn’t moved on so why even try to reach out.

abby is the polar opposite of mel, she’s also clearly into him and he thinks she’s fun and attractive so he goes for it, he knows there’s a saying about getting under someone to get over someone, and he’s drunk enough that he doesn’t care that she’s not who he really wants her to be.

“i’m pregnant” abby says into the phone, it’s late, and he was studying for an exam, and he’s in the middle of his third year of med school. what the fuck is he going to do.

abby and him are friends, they like each other, they fuck sometimes, and she wants to keep the baby, and he likes her enough to think that he might convince himself one day that he loves her.

so life goes on, they get married because her parents want that, they have tanner and he loves his son, and there’s a pandemic, and he’s just starting his residency and the world is falling apart, but things get better, him and abby are still really good friends, he tells himself he’s not lying to her when he says he loves her, because he’s not, she’s the mother of his kids, and he does love her, she’s just not. well.

it’s just another random thursday, and he’s leaning on the desk in front of him because his back is killing him and he’s only been here like 20 minutes, but he’s trying to space out his pills so, he is doing his best, and then robby wants to introduce the….

he knows that braid. he hasn’t seen her face, and robby is talking but he knows that…

“…second year resident, dr melissa king, fresh from the VA” robby says, like this isn’t taking the air straight out of frank’s lungs. he blinks, looks away and at the computer because this can’t be happening, she’s here. his life is falling apart, his back is killing him, abby is angry at him for god knows why, but shes here, his mel is here.

“everyone calls me mel. i’m so happy to be here” he wonders if she hasn’t realized he’s right behind her. he’s looking at that braid, he’s standing behind her and he can’t stop staring, and he’s suddenly 20 years old again.

[fredswrite]

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEEPAW HAYDEN!! Omg he’s turning 44 can’t believe it. So this is part 1 of this little fics I’m making for his bday. Part 1 is cute fluff and part 2 is slightttt smut.

WC: 1.2k

SUMMARY: Celebrating your husband birthday with a surprise party was something your daughter loved doing. // Reader is in her 30’s and for the sake of it the daughter doesn’t have a name.

MLST PART 2

BIRTHDAY PARTY

Hayden was always a "Birthdays aren’t important" guy. So when your 8-year-old daughter told you she wanted to do something for her father, who could have told her no?

It started with subtitles question now and then coming from the two most important women in his life.

"What is your favorite color?"

"What is your favorite sport?"

"Chocolate or Vanilla?"

You figured out how to get the answer by the giggle of your daughter. And as the little spy that she was, she got everything noted down in the notebook you gave her a few months ago.

So when Hayden was out to buy farm groceries, she sat down on your lap and began reciting all the important details she wanted to put on the party.

"Daddy likes blue, hockey and vanilla!" She explained with excitement.

"Do you know what hockey team? We could buy him a hat if you’d like?" You already knew the answer, your husband only ever had one team on his mind, the one he grew up in.

"Maple leaf!" She said all smiling. "Can we go now?"

"He’s going to come back soon. We can go buy everything tomorrow after school if you’d like." You chuckled, softly drawing patterns in her hair.

She quickly agreed and ranted about her days and the work she had to do. From the math homework to her friend breaking an arm, you looked at her face, the same one you fell in love with.

When the door opened, she shushed her voice and ran to the entryway, waiting for her father.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed and jumped in a hug. Hayden let the bags down to catch her up.

Her smaller arms wrapped around his chest while he supported her waist, she wasn’t 3 anymore and he wasn’t 20 either.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He groaned softly as he pulled her down again. He smiled softly at you in the living room when he spotted you.

"It was good, work was great."

He walked to the chair you were sitting on, enveloping your lips in a tender kiss as you raised your head toward him.

"I bought food for the pigs and fertilizer." Hayden added, going after the bags he left in front of the door. He then took them to the garage that lead outside.

Once he came back, you were already getting the ingredients out for a home taco night. Tortillas, minced steak, cheese, tomato, lettuce, pepper and onion.

He wrapped his hand from behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, giving you gentle kisses.

"You might need to help her, I don’t think her math assignments are gonna do themselves alone."

He let out one of his usual deep chuckles; "Yeah, I’ll do that."

So here you two where, going from one shop to another to get him the best gifts. To make sure you didn’t forget anything, you had a list with everything you were planning to buy.

• A Toronto Maple Leaf cap.

• A big blue cake written on it "Happy Birthday Daddy."

• Different types of spices for meat seasoning.

• A gift card for his favorite golf shop.

• A new watch.

• Blue and white balloon.

• Bright coloring pen mostly for your daughter

(And a red lingerie set you wouldn’t buy with her around.)

After what seemed like hours of research, you both found everything you wanted. Lucky you, Hayden was out for a Comicon in the state, which gave you two days to prepare before he came back.

Your child had it all planned, you would hide when you heard the sound of the door opening and scream "Surprise!" when he walked inside the living room with the gifts displayed and the balloon holding onto it.

"Not this one mom! This one!" She pointed to another shade of blue as she drew the card for Hayden. A truly beautiful drawing of the house they lived in with leaves in the bottom.

"See now the sky is different than from the lake." She smiled proudly at her work, she was quite talented for an eight-year-old.

"I see honey." A grain displayed on your face as you wrapped different gifts in a again blue and gray paper wrapper.

"Do you want to sign too?" She questioned, raising the handmade card to your face. Her little eyes sparkled with joy and excitement.

You opened the letter and wrote a little sentence under her lovely paragraph. "Another year of love with you, couldn’t be more grateful. Happy birthday, I love you Hay xx."

You let go of the gifts when you heard your phone ringing with a notification. Taking it out of your pocket, you noticed it came from the man himself.

Hey love, how are you two doing?

You smiled as you read. You could never get rid of his sweet gesture.

Doing great, missing you though :)

Three small dots appeared as you waited for his text.

I’ll be back soon xx

"Mom, what are you doing?" A little voice stirred you back to reality. You showed her the text before asking playfully;

"Do you want to send Daddy a pic? Make a grimace."

You both stuck your tongues out, before laughing at the result. Clicking on the sent button in the bottom corner, It wasn’t long before you could read at the bottom of the screen that he saved it to his phone and replied with a smiling emoji.

Two days later, a cake was in the living room, gifts and balloons were all over the place, and all that was missing was your husband. You couldn’t deny it; you were just as excited as your child was.

She was jumping all over the house, stumbling on her feet as she waited for Hayden to cross the door. Every five minutes, she would ask you when was he getting there.

"Be patient honey, you don’t wanna ruin the surprise before he even gets here." You giggled, and she responded with a groan.

Barely fifty minutes later, you heard his car pull up in the entry. It was your cue to go to your hiding spot. Step by step, he got closer to you, until he reached the door and opened it gently. He knew you were in since the door was unlocked.

"I’m home!" He said, hoping to hear the familiar voices he loved, but he heard nothing.

"Someone’s here?" He questioned again, no responses. He would lie if he said he wasn't worried.

But all the worries of the world disappeared when he saw the blue decorations and heard both of your voices yell surprise in unison.

"Happy birthday Daddy!" As usual, she ran to his arms with the brightest smile on her face. She hugged him hard enough to make up for the two days he spent without her.

Once he let go of her, you made your way to him, enveloping him in your warm embrace.

"Happy birthday honey."

He kissed you, his hand rubbing gently at your cheeks. "Thank you love." He mumbled in your ear.

Your loving moment was stopped by a hand gripping your two hands apart. "Dad! Come open your presents, mine first!!"

And with that, he opened the cards followed by the maple leaf cap you bought in her name. He smiled before putting it on.

"Wow, that’s so cool. But you know you’re my best birthday present." He gently tapped on her nose with a grin.

And your heart melted at the sight of the two most beautiful people in your world.

[graciescott27]

I will fall in love with you over and over again — y. itadori

Sukuna apparently knew his girlfriend in a past life?

cw: pure fluff, Sukuna

wc: 863

Yuji Itadori was no stranger to crushes. From the little girl in his kindergarten class he would share goldfish with to Jennifer Lawrence, he tended to think a bit too much about girls. Of course, given his hyperactive personality, none of those little crushes lasted long. Not once had his attraction to a girl persisted long enough to actually turn into something past a few casual thoughts.

Never once did he think the girl to break the streak would be you. 

You were his closest friend since you were kids. He hadn’t thought about you in that way until you were in high school. Somehow, being fifteen and that close to a girl made everything weird. You two talked too frequently. You hugged too much in public. You spent too much time at his house. He couldn’t help himself but to grow a little… obsessive.

As Megumi and Nobara had stated many times, he was a loser. No way he was going to actually ask you out. You were out of his league by miles. And you were his best friend. He wasn’t going to ruin that just because of a little crush that may or may not have gone away in a few days. So he swore to just suck it up and act normal.

Yuji was never one for normal, though.

Somehow, after months of him floundering, he ended up dating you. The story itself wasn’t even romantic, either. You were just spending the night at his house like you normally did on Saturdays. While you were on your phone, he started stuttering sheer nonsense, and you just asked, “Are you trying to ask me out or are you having a heart attack?” He laughed and told you that it was both. And then you kissed his cheek.

Truthfully, he couldn’t have done it without Sukuna. The King of Curses was surprisingly soft at times, and tried to help Yuji figure out his feelings. It didn’t work much, but at least the idiot figured out that it’s not the end of the world to ask out someone you’re close to.

Yuji still couldn’t figure out why Sukuna cared, though. It seemed ridiculous to him. Someone who had been trying to kill him for months just… decided to help him get a girlfriend? And even worse, he listened to him?

He figured it out in the middle of month four of your relationship.

You were sitting on his bed next to him, curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, your phone shoved into your face. It had to have been at least 12 AM. Normally you were half asleep on top of him by that point. Yuji just later next to you, eyes darting between whatever was on your screen and your face.

He was grateful that you had in earbuds because not even two minute later, that irritating, grating voice popped out of nowhere.

“You’re an idiot,” Sukuna scoffed into Yuji’s ear. “I had to waste weeks trying to get you with your little princess, and now you’re just sitting here?”

Yuji raised a brow. “Why’s that a problem?”

“Because. When I knew her, she was practically worshiped. One of the strongest sorcerers I ever fought.”

“When did you fight her?” Yuji’s face scrunched in confusion.

Sukuna groaned. “Seven hundred years before you did.”

“So she’s, like, reincarnated?”

“Whatever term you would like the use,” Sukuna replied casually. “Her name was different then. Her face is still recognizable, however. Same sharp tongue, same clear morals.”

Yuji nodded slowly, looking back at you. He couldn’t really imagine you being some great, powerful sorcerer. Sure, you were at least three times smarter than him and you were good with your cursed energy, by you were too peaceful. You never really liked being a sorcerer. You would much rather have a normal, casual life. Yuji respected that.

“So that’s why you helped me?” Yuji asked quietly, still looking down at you. You had already fallen asleep.

“Did you think that I would help out of kindness?”

“No.”

“Good,” Sukuna hummed. “I did it for purely selfish reasons. I wanted to see her face.”

“Does she really look that close to how she did in the past?”

“Extraordinary similar.”

Yuji smiled at that. He couldn’t picture you in any era other than modern day, but he figured that you probably would have looked just as beautiful. “Cool.”

“If she didn’t have such a strong hatred for curses, perhaps I would have taken her for myself and—“

Yuji cut him off with an almost-scream. “Nope. Don’t. I don’t need details.”

“As you wish.”

After that, Yuji wasn’t a hundred percent sure that Sukuna had stopped talking. He had gotten just a bittoo occupied with staring at your relaxed expression while you slept. Maybe he could see it now. You might have been some princess centuries ago and your family was made up of powerful sorcerers. Maybe you were a rogue who used your powers to survive on your own, or you were some sort of scholar.

But now, you were just a sixteen year old girl he was hopelessly in love with.

@graciescott27

[apollabarnes]

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five

"i slept with evan."

tommy's staring at the table so he doesn't have to look at her, but he knows athena heard him when she stops drinking her milkshake. he winces suddenly. bobby is like evan's dad and athena is married to the guy that's practically evan's dad. this is probably crossing a line. it's too late to take it back now.

"and?"

"and what?"

"how'd it go?" athena blinks at him once, slowly.

tommy wrestles the urge to bolt back under his ribs and grips his coffee cup a little tighter in both hands. "i'm having my post-shift breakfast with you," tommy says, bitchy and grumpy and happy to take it out on the person closest to him. he wrinkles his nose. it's not athena's fault he's a fucking idiot. "sorry. not great."

she arches an eyebrow in disbelief and tommy chokes.

"um, i mean, that part was. fine?" he can hear his voice arcing up into a question and regrets whatever impulse had him open his mouth in the first place.

"are you asking me or telling me?"

tommy catches the smug little grin at the corner of her mouth as athena takes an obnoxious sip of her milkshake, the straw rattling against the bottom of her glass.

jesus. "why didn't you tell me maddie got kidnapped?" tommy asks instead. they have a thing about not talking about evan, but this seems like the kind of thing you break the rules for.

"tommy, a detective turned out to be a serial killer and kidnapped a dispatcher," athena drawls, picking at her fruit salad, "excuse me for thinking you'd already heard about it."

that brings tommy up short. he has heard about that, but no one he'd talked to knew who the dispatcher was. he should have known. it's so crazy it could only have happened to the 118, and there's only one dispatcher attached to them.

that explains why howie's been distant the last few weeks.

"how do you even deal with that?"

"i put a tracker in bobby's arm."

he's… shit. he can't tell if athena is serious or not.

"sounds like you both had a chance to catch up before you caught up."

"i regret this entire conversation," tommy tells her, slouching lower in the booth.

"you started it, i'm just being a supportive friend."

"how are may and darius doing? he's moving in soon, right?"

"they're just fine, and that attempted redirect was blatantly obvious. you're lucky you're not in my line of work."

"i fucked it up," tommy says, shrugging and glancing out the window.

"i assumed if it went well there would be at least two more people at this table," athena says finally, and tommy sags like his strings have been cut. he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, blinking furiously.

"ah, shit. fuck." everything is hot and prickly behind his hands and he knows he's about to cry. "damnit."

athena gives him a minute and tommy could kiss her for it. "deep breath," she says finally, sliding a glass of water in front of him. her hand is tight on the back of his neck, keeping him grounded.

"i'm okay."

athena ignores the blatant lie. "give me your keys, i'll drive you home."

discretion's the better part of valour, so tommy doesn't argue. he digs his keys out of his pocket, handing them over. athena puts on some low jazz and follows tommy's croaked directions home.

athena looks around his house and tommy wonders what she sees. tidy, spartan, the only things out of place are the things that evan left behind. he's never going to read a history on the barrel riders of niagara falls, but evan had been almost halfway through. tommy's stuck a bookmark in it and closed it, but it's still in the middle of the kitchen table. who the fuck leaves a book there. tommy blinks, looking up at the ceiling.

athena putters around the kitchen, starting the kettle and digging through tommy's cupboards until she finds the tea, making them both a cup. "i'm not about to break any confidences," she says, sitting down across from him. "but i know that whatever happened, it was on the both of you. not just you, not just him."

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hello! I don't know if you've answered this question, but what do you think about Harry and sexual relations? What kind of type do you think Harry is? Can he have sex with a stranger, or would he rather prefer a person with whom he has formed a trusting and close relationship?Thank you so much for your texts!

Anonymous asked:

Hello there I woud like to know if you think Harry woud do one night stands! Or if you think that he only kiss people that he already knows deply And complementing that do you think Harry is touch averse?

Eh... my instinct is to say Harry won't be into casual relationships and one-night stands. I mean, he thought Cho was pretty, but he barely knew her and ended up horrified after kissing her:

Harry did not answer. He was in a state of shock. Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave. [...] Harry said nothing. Hermione’s words opened up a whole new vista of frightening possibilities. He tried to imagine going somewhere with Cho — Hogsmeade, perhaps — and being alone with her for hours at a time. Of course, she would have been expecting him to ask her out after what had just happened. . . . The thought made his stomach clench painfully.

(OotP)

Pravati, in the Yule Ball, is another example:

and next moment, Parvati had seized his hands, placed one around her waist, and was holding the other tightly in hers. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, Harry thought, revolving slowly on the spot (Parvati was steering). He kept his eyes fixed over the heads of the watching people, and very soon many of them too had come onto the dance floor, so that the champions were no longer the center of attention. [...] Harry heard the final, quavering note from the bagpipe with relief. The Weird Sisters stopped playing, applause filled the hall once more, and Harry let go of Parvati at once. “Let’s sit down, shall we?” “Oh — but — this is a really good one!” Parvati said as the Weird Sisters struck up a new song, which was much faster. “No, I don’t like it,” Harry lied, and he led her away from the dance floor

(GoF)

He isn't comfortable, and he doesn't even look at her, and he takes the first chance he can get to stop dancing and get away.

(I sorta imagine Harry and Pravati dancing as physically far away from each other as they can, and the mental image is hilarious. Poor Pravati)

Harry, in general, doesn't really look for much physical contact with others, especially people he doesn't know well. But even with those he does know and trust, he doesn't initiate hugs or physical touch often, even in the later books when he starts initiating touch more.

I think he'd be really queasy about intimacy with a person he doesn't know.

That being said, I don't think he's completely touch-averse, even with people he knows less, but he's definitely uncomfortable with it.

He does enjoy the hugs he gets, when he knows the person hugging him and trusts them:

Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother’s face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

(GoF)

Harry smiled weakly. Mrs. Weasley hugged him.

(OotP)

Since book 4 the various Weasley boys (Bill, Ron, and the twins) clap Harry on his shoulder or back, and he picks up the habit in HBP. In the later books, he does initiate physical touch with Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and other Weasleys:

Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly. Avoiding her gaze, he clapped a cheering Ron on the back instead as, all enmity forgotten, the Gryffindor team left the pitch arm in arm, punching the air and waving to their supporters.

(HBP)

said Mrs. Weasley, watching him anxiously from beside the corner. “I’m afraid that one isn’t new like Ron’s, it was actually my brother Fabian’s and he wasn’t terribly careful with his possessions, it’s a bit dented on the back, but-” The rest of her speech was lost; Harry had got up and hugged her, He tried to put a lot of unsaid things into the hug and perhaps she understood them

(DH)

He doesn't touch others often, but when he loves people and feels comfortable around them, he does. But it's based on his comfort and trust levels, so I can only see him having casual sex in a freinds with benefits scnario where he knows the person beforehand.

Another thing I want to note is that Harry is really good at hiding his discomfort with touch since he doesn't feel like he's "allowed" to show his discomfort. See above with Pravati, who isn't aware that something is wrong at first and believes his lies initially. Or in PS and DH, when crowds are moving forward to touch him and he lets them out of a sense of politeness:

Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron. [...] Harry shook hands again and again — Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.

(PS)

and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last— [...] They wanted him there with them, their leader and symbol, their savior and their guide, and that he had not slept, that he craved the company of only a few of them, seemed to occur to on one. He must speak to the bereaved, clap their hands, witness their tears, receive their thanks, hear the new now creeping in from every quarter as the morning drew on;

(DH)

And in DH, he actually feels like he must be there to talk and clap hands, uncomfortable and tired as he is becouse he knows he is a symbol. In that above scene, he hardly belongs to himself in a sense. He is there as the Boy Who Lived, not as Harry.

But no, I don't think Harry would be into one-night stands with strangers; it seems to me he'd be uncomfortable with it.

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 13

Had to feed everyone something, the Haymitch tag has been dead all day and it’s making me go feral. I have an eye surgery in the morning and I am SCARED. Let me know what everyone thinks! I’m living for the reactions to the last chapter. Comments are truly my fuel, but likes and reblogs are also so so appreciated. Love y’all fr, I’m gonna go try and knock myself out before I have a meltdown again 🙂

XIII: I Foresee Terrible Trouble, But I Stay Here Just The Same. 

The single white rose laid on the table for three days. 

Haymitch refused to acknowledge it, pouring himself into my recovery instead. A heaviness settled over his eyes, desperation, fear, acceptance. 

Snow had already taken everything that mattered to him. Why wouldn’t it be the same with me? 

“Why does he care so much? It’s been years since the Quell.” I asked, still wrapped and laid up in bed, Haymitch in his chair to the side. 

He just sighed, the saddest one I’d ever heard come out of his mouth. The circles around his eyes had gotten darker, his hair longer and shaggy, falling directly limp around his face. 

“He doesn’t forget rebellion easily.” His voice was lifeless, eyes peering to the wall like he was caught in a flashback. 

I never questioned Haymitch’s games. In all honesty, once Wiley had died I secluded myself in my room. Ma and Pa never told me what went on in the end, how Haymitch had won. When Burdock told me about the fire, about Lenore Dove dying, I pieced together that he had done something to piss off the president. Asking seemed like taking a step off a ledge and I didn’t want to plummet what we had. 

That was all before I was wrapped up in it with him. Before I felt my heart pull with him, when he moved I moved. If Snow was after him, he was after me too. 

He glanced at me, watching the question form at the tip of my tongue with narrowed eyes. He took a breath, then with a sense of finality said, “I suppose you should know what happened.” 

I took his hand in mine as he recounted the story of the Second Quarter Quell from his perspective. Names that meant nothing to me before; Beetee, Mags, Wiress, resonated in my mind now. Beetee Latier, a face I could faintly recall from Capitol interviews over the years, who’s name should mean nothing to me, but who had gone through what I did. My heart broke for him, for Ampert. 

He could barely speak about Louella. 

I tried my best to hold back my tears for his sake. We’d both known her, loved her fiercely as a sister, as our own. I kissed his fingers as he recounted holding her body, fighting for her even in death, even as she morphed into another nameless girl. The McCoy’s had never been the same after she came back in that box, never really understanding what happened. I heard inklings of rumors for years, and now that I had the whole truth I wasn’t sure where to put it in my heart. 

 Unexpected pain came for Maysilee. For all the children I never knew who held onto the hope that there was strength in numbers. 

The pain for Wyatt was quietly shifting to absolute anguish for Haymitch. He spoke with reverence for all of them, his time with each one leaving another gaping hole in his heart that would never be filled. I found myself wishing I’d broken from my stupor, begging my past self to wake up and hold him. 

His defiance was kept quiet. No one spoke of the bravery he held, the strength to go through with all the plans made, accepting death as it came. My blood boiled, angry tears starting to fall as I thought of all the people who looked down on him, writing him off as a drunk. I thought of the parents throughout the years, screaming at him as he exited the train, his head hung low in mourning and shame. 

Haymitch’s grip on my hand tightened, grounding me with a simple squeeze. I took a deep breath, steadying my need to throttle them all. 

“I didn’t want to get you into this- stupidly I didn’t think it through. I didn’t think he’d want to take anything else, thought I’d paid my penance and I could be done with it. I should have known better, should have done better.” His head hung low, not daring to look me in the eye in a fear of what he might find. 

“Baby.” I whispered, reaching out to tuck a curl of his hair behind his ear. I felt him shudder under me, body vibrating with defeat. “It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault. These burdens were never yours to carry. Your suffering is not just, you don’t deserve to be punished for being human. For being kind, for having a heart.” 

He sucked in a breath, and for a split second I realized he probably had never been reassured like this. No one had held him and told him they were sorry, that he didn’t do anything wrong. No one had ever thanked him for trying. 

I pulled at his hand, tugging him to the bed with me. He barely moved, breaths coming out heavy and harsh. 

“Thank you, Haymitch. Thank you for giving them all a chance, for holding them and mourning them all these years. Thank you for trying for a better future, at the cost of your own.” I breathed every word, my eyes holding onto him as tightly as my hands did. 

He could only manage a nod, letting me pull his body into mine, stitches screaming in protest. I ignored it, cradling him as I had Wiley when he had a nightmare, soothing him against my chest. 

“I’m not leaving. I won’t leave. Even if it kills me, you never deserve to be alone again.” my lips brushed his ear, my promise firm and true. 

His arms came to wrap around my middle carefully, cautious of the bindings that kept my back in one piece. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t explain how sorry I am.” His voice tickled against my neck, still holding me like a prayer. 

I pulled away, cradling his face and just staring at him. The boy who had dared to hope, who had sacrificed himself. The man he’d become, the one who’d lost everything yet still held me so tenderly. The man who drank like he was in a race, who wrapped up my son’s flower in a handkerchief and cradled it in his bedside table. 

I loved Wyatt. If I had more time with him we would have surely married, lived a quiet life of barely getting by, had breakfasts and dinners, and held each other through the night. 

But Wyatt Callow was 6 feet under. 

And Haymitch Abernathy was flesh, blood and bone. He was everything I never saw coming and everything I never knew I needed. Haymitch Abernathy presented me with the same future, just altered in the ways we both needed. A shared space next to both our chairs at the table, a quiet yearning of all we lost and a quiet loving of all we gained. 

My universe tilted for the third time in my life. And I would be damned if I let it tilt a fourth. 

“I need you to listen to me. I will not let them take this. I will burn them to the fucking ground if I have to.” Haymitch looked taken aback by the fire in my eyes, slowly nodding his head in agreement. 

“What do we have to do?” I asked. We needed a plan, and fast. 

He pulled away for a minute, pondering on what Snow knew, what he really wanted. 

“He wants me to be alone. I think he believes that I’ll rebel again, especially when I have something to rebel for. We have to be careful, extremely careful. You can’t be seen here during the day. Keep a low profile, no more jumping in to save kids.” He laid it out, eyes accusatory as he mentioned my whipping. 

“Avoid the square as much as possible. Travel through the hob, take backroads. He’s got eyes everywhere. We need to keep interactions happening at night. Don’t come through the gate. I’ll meet you behind Victor's Village, sneak you in that way.” I nodded as he talked, hanging onto every word as gospel. I wonder if this is how he talked to Wiley on the train. Clinical, determined. 

“Is there any way for you to find out exactly what he wants?” I asked. We needed to know exactly what to avoid. 

“You want me to ask his secretary for a meeting?” Haymitch’s joke didn’t land, his voice falling flat as he glared at me. 

“In any case, I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up. From my experience he’s typically pretty thorough with his threats.”  I thought back to Haymitch meeting with him at Plutarch’s home. The obvious threat. 

“Should I go home now?” I asked, shifting up on the bed, barely containing a groan. Haymitch grabbed my shoulders, softly pushing me back to lie down. 

“I’ll walk you back once it’s dark. He already knows you’re here.” I nodded, letting him adjust the pillow behind my head. 

The sun had set low in the sky by the time he felt it was safe enough to walk home. On hand wrapped around my midsection, supporting me as we traveled back to my shack. Once we reached the steps he bid me goodbye, pulling me in for a heavy kiss that left me gasping for air. “Remember the plan. I’ll meet you tomorrow night.” He promised, leaving one more kiss on my forehead and heading back. 

I stood on the steps for a minute, watching his figure disappear into the chilled air. I took a few deep breaths, steading myself before opening the door. 

The scent was overwhelming. 

Rose. 

My eyes searched through the darkness for a moment, before a lamp was turned on in the corner near the record player. 

President Snow was every bit the man I had grown up seeing. 

And now he was standing in my shabby makeshift living room. 

“Welcome home Miss Y/LN. I expect recovery is going well?” His voice was perfected, calculated as he analyzed me. I could only imagine what I looked like, held up on bedrest for days. 

I could only nod once, as slowly as possible as I stood frozen. The staring contest had just begun. 

He walked with precision, as if he’d been in my home a million times. His suit was flawless. Really, every inch of him was. Groomed, not a single hair out of place. Dangerous. 

He motioned for me to sit at the dining room table, pulling out my seat slightly before he sat. I hadn’t let out a single breath, my blood freezing in my veins. 

“I believe we have a few things to chat about. Firstly I wanted to offer my condolences, the spoils of war are never pleasant.” 

Spoils of war. My son and my lover. Spoils. Of . War. 

I didn’t dare speak. 

“Alas, we all make sacrifices for the improvement of peace.” He folded his hands on the table, as if we were old friends catching up for a drink. 

“It seems we have a mutual connection. One I’d very much like to discuss.” Before he even had the chance the door flew open, startling both of us at the sudden intrusion. 

Haymitch stood in the doorway, heaving as if he had turned around and ran halfway back from his house. His eyes widened slightly, before setting into something I couldn’t describe. An animal, sizing up its foe. 

He ran a hand through his hair, straightening his spine, and pulled out another chair next to me, sitting down with more grace than I’d even seen him exhibit. 

There goes the fucking plan. 

President Snow seemed completely taken off guard, Haymitch looked like he could barely contain a wicked smirk at the thought. He’d caught the snake in a trap, one that could end up with one of us bitten within minutes. 

“President Snow. I believe the three of us have a few things to discuss.” Out of the corner of his eye Haymitch glanced at me, jaw tightening. I squared my own shoulders, attempting to match the united front we were about to present. 

Let the game begin. 

[alicelillianshaw]

Alice receives responses that are silent and yet overwhelmingly loud all at once.

A squeeze from Jack's hand is one reward. The slow, bobbing swallow of his adam's apple is another.

And he's a United States senator. Alice is no more intimidating than the speaker of the house, or a opposing party member, or a voter trying to grill him at a town hall.

In fact— she's significantly less scary than all of those.

But it's gratifying, in a way that makes her stomach heat, to even indulge in the idea she could, just maybe, affect him in that way.

Even the tiniest bit.

'I don’t know. I definitely think there’s some heart arrhythmia going on right now, but … I don’t think it has anything to do with doctor’s appointments.'

Another squeeze. Another pulsing clench that seems to reset the rhythm of her heart.

And, apparently, Jack's heart too?

Arrhythmia was concerning.

'But. I’ve got my yearly physical coming up in a few weeks, and … I feel better about it already. The bloodwork. I mean. A little better. Still kinda nervous.'

Alice, still hovering close to Jack's cheek, lets out a long breath.

"Jesus, Jack." A beat. "How the fuck do you ever make it through any of your appointments."

Must be a miracle, really. Alice ponders this for a long moment, staring at Jack's neck, his adam's apple she had observed earlier, the clean expanse of his cheek.

Still kind of nervous, huh?

Alice leans in; her heart has certainly crawled up into her throat, and her head feels kind of fuzzy, like her brain has been scooped out and replaced with cotton balls, because, holy shit. But. Alice doesn't really care.

Instead she just presses her lips against Jack's cheek in a darting kiss, firm but eager.

And then she settles back onto her side of the console. Stares out through the windshield, watching the bright dashes of the road divider disapear underneath the car. If only she had a way to freeze time for a moment so she could mentally catalogue what his cheek had felt like underneath her lips. The warmth. The give. The corresponding emotions emotions banging about in her chest.

Maybe she needed to fucking write it down.

It's very hard to act normal, or to speak in a normal cadence.

"If you freak out at your physical you probably won't get a sticker. Or any good boy points."

It was a little bold, wasn’t it? A bit presumptuous that Alice would even want this type of exchange. Maybe she didn’t care about his Yale t-shirts. Maybe she didn’t care if Jack freaked the fuck out at his doctor’s visits (which was totally untrue).

But Alice was full of surprises.

She’d been surprising him from the very moment that they met.

She reached for Jack’s hand, still rested on the center console. She pried his fingers open, slid the palm of her hand over his. She laced their fingers together, and Jack was sure that he really was going to fucking wreck the car now.

Thankfully, there was no immediate traffic ahead.

Jack gave Alice’s hand a squeeze. Her hands felt … impossibly soft, like he’d want them pressed up against the side of his face. Across his arms and chest. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jack wasn’t really the type to get flustered, but he’d never met anyone like Alice before.

He swallowed.

She leaned forward, and Jack couldn’t tell if she was really moving so slow, or if his brain was just having a hard time keeping up with everything around them.

God. Cora, please don’t fucking bark right now.

Alice leaned forward.

And what a fucking shame that Jack couldn’t turn his head to the side. What a fucking shame that he couldn’t let his eyes dart to her perfectly pink lips.

"Symptomatically— do you feel more panicked right now, or less?"

Jack prayed that he wasn’t making a stupid fucking face in that moment.

“I don’t know. I definitely think there’s some heart arrhythmia going on right now, but … I don’t think it has anything to do with doctor’s appointments.”

Jack squeezed her hand again.

Please don’t fucking let go. Not yet.

Jack allowed himself to look over for half of a second. God. He wished someone else had been driving.

Eyes on the road.

“But. I’ve got my yearly physical coming up in a few weeks, and … I feel better about it already. The bloodwork. I mean. A little better. Still kinda nervous.”

[wanderers-vault]

Ooooh my god the new welcome home update was sooo good I love this project.

I have a couple of theories about it that I want to share, mainly surrounding Julie’s and Franks relationship and what that last image may mean for them.

I’m also gonna mention the buggle cause I have thoughts about the little guy.

Ok I’m gonna assume that y’all have seen everything in the new update so I’m only gonna really explain details that I think are important to my point. Also these are my thoughts and interpretations and could be tweaked in the future.

Okkay so first, Julie, Frank, and even Eddies deal. Gonna start with Eddie to get him out of the way.

I am very much a Frank x Eddie are endgame truther but what I’m stumped on is if they even see each other that way rn. There’s too much that’s unexplained right now, but with the lavender flowers around him and him expressing interests for a relationship, I think seeds are being sown for Eddie to potentially develop feelings for Frank assuming they aren’t already together.

So for Julie and Frank, it’s really cool that we get to see how deep their bond is at least on Julie’s side of things. Unfortunately so much so that the idea of him looking down on her sends her into a spiral and makes her desperate.

I think she may also have some feelings for Frank because of referring to the play they did together as “romantic” when she’s alone with the flower. Considering that this flower has been the only thing to “witness” this side of her, I can only interpret this as genuine. The play also seems to give her a a sense of wish fulfillment as she wishes her issues were so easily solvable and that she was glad Frank could take the lead once she goes to sleep.

It makes me sad how much pressure she puts on herself and how that overwhelms her.

She did seem to avoid the actual kiss in the play, so maybe by now she knows that Frank doesn’t reciprocate or feel comfortable with it? Idk, but it doesn’t completely rule out how she feels about him romantic or not. (Side note: it’s funny how high of a pedestal she puts him on when mentioning his performance in the play when he goes deadpan when she’s asleep and starts snarking about it)

But regardless of her romantic inclination, from what we hear about their relationship it makes sense she’s so attached to him! It’s sweet to see how much of a rock he’s been to her, making her feel safe and welcome. I was always a big fan of the two of them and seeing how this update developed the two warms my heart.

But it’s sad how much her care for him is a double edged sword cause when it mattered most she doubted her friend’s unconditional love and could not allow him to see her failure and potentially did something even worse.

Before we analyze Frank let’s get into theory territory.

I think she killed the flower in front of Frank, as well as the Buggle.

I mean, look at his face.

That looks like stumbling upon a murder.

And sure it’d be pretty low stakes if it wasn’t for the fact that caring for flowers is Julie’s THING and bugs are FRANKS.

I personally believe that Frank went to check on her since she seemed distressed, Julie panicked and tried to get rid of the flower. But since the Buggle was also there…

So what the hell is a Buggle and why did it suddenly get important this update?

Well let’s think about the three places it shows up in

It’s torn advertisement when it’s described to “change, grow, and love your life forever”, the box that W received covered in black goo to the point it couldn’t be Id’d, and in the final short on the black flower bud.

Except I think it shows up in one more place….

Frank’s “An Ode to: Hibernation”

I know it’s not a complete 1 to 1 but I think it’s interesting how it bears resemblance to the bug on the cover of this particular song (one that I am obsessed with). Because the transcript that this cover leads to shows Franks strong love of bugs and the loneliness he feels when they have to hibernate.

But I also think it represents how he misses Julie when she hibernates. Since not only is his topic of interest gone for months but so is his best friend.

No wonder he didn’t mind an early spring. But he also obviously know when he has to put his feelings aside for the sake of those he cares about.

So with the description of the Buggle on the advert and its possible connection to the hibernation song. I think the Buggle is not only something he’d be distress to witness killed but also represents Frank’s love and care. The update did a lot to demonstrate how Frank helped Julie through a hard time in her life.

But in her desperation to protect their relationship she did something worse that could threaten it.

So, what do I think happens next?

Honestly not much, I feel like we’re still in the “prologue phase” of the story and the other odd happenings from previous updates haven’t really led to any obvious changes from the status quo.

From what we understand of Frank, he’d probably still be more interested in making sure his friend is ok rather than be hung up on whatever happened. Obviously they wouldn’t be able to look at each other the same way, but they’d probably try to move on as soon as possible. Think of it more like an inciting incident for things to come. Who knows maybe she didn’t hurt the flower or the Buggle, maybe she was close to but stoped in time.

This kinda comes more from this image for the Spring update.

In the back it looks like Frank is comforting Julie over that unopened bud.

There’s just so much more story to tell and storms to weather before these characters have a major shift in dynamics I think.

Soooooo….what about Frank?

I’ll be honest (Frank if you will) Franks my favorite character. So I am both extremely scare and excited for what he’s being set up for. Bros witnessed his friend going through shit 3 times already.

I honestly believe he’ll be more involved in trying to figure out what’s going on.

Despite being the resident grump we’ve seen a very tender and caring side to him for his bugs, Julie, Poppy, and even Eddie.

Not to mention that he’s been closely associated with Hawthorn flowers which represent hope.

It’s hard to believe that he’ll see all these incidences and be happy with staying ignorant, he’s a curious fellow after all.

Now how successful he’ll be is another story.

(From the secret exhibition page)

“Julie says they still have something to say, though. I have heard from her… A rose without thorns… But still has leaves… Is filled with fear… And with hope. When both are not there, however… There may be neither hope nor fear.

Isn’t that something.”

(From the new phone call from Wally)

I am scared for these puppets

[seilnakyle]

Is it true that Barbara is the jealous type?

She can be, definitely nowhere near Bruce’s level. Babs and Dick are the same amount of jealous imo…

In Nightwing Year One, we see a moment of her being jealous of Starfire, but also rebuffing his flirting. It reminds me a lot of their 70s dynamic where Dick was flirting with Babs a lot while also dating his college gf Lori Elton. Babs is the one to “Keep things business” when Dick is unavailable, and this is consistent from Lori to Kori to Bea.

Dick, however, doesn’t let a boyfriend stop him from pursuing his soulmate 😊

Babs had a few moments of pretty normal jealousy during her relationship with Dick in the 90s, people often point to these moment to call Babs all kinds of terrible for not wanting to work with her boyfriend’s ex

Is this really so terrible to say? Star couldn’t hear her, and had other things going on anyway. And even more recently when Oracle began working with the Titans, Kory herself admitted it was a little awkward at first.

Next, Babs was a little nosy abt Starfire returning to Tameran

And sure it’s nosy but understandable and not mean spirited. And Dick has definitely been jealous too,

With Huntress, it’s complicated. Dick slept with Helena (pre-dickbabs relationship) and literally face timed Babs from her apartment, Barbara was a little jealous, but was also really understanding

and she gets jealous again when Helena kisses him in front of her, but the context is that Dick and Babs had been having some deep talks about their relationship and had just made out a little bit before the clock tower got raided. Dick had assured Babs before Helena kissed him that his hookup with her was a mistake and definitely over. Still, Babs is pretty lightheaded/teasing to Dick about it. Indicating she doesn’t blame him.

Huntress and Oracle already had some contentious feelings towards each other, maybe partly due to Helena trying to take over the Batgirl identity during NML, and then a couple harsh interactions in the bop books before they become friends.

What I’m saying is Helena was TRYING to make Babs jealous here, because they kinda hated each other at this point in time. Years later in Battle for the Cowl, once Babs and Helena have been friends and teammates for years, a kiss between Helena and Dick happens again in one of those “kiss me real quick so we can spy on these people’s conversation” situations, but this time, Helena immediately feels terrible for kissing him in front of Babs. Barbara however, is more concerned about Helena’s safety than anything. She doesn’t bring it up to either of them, and Her only retaliation is not using face cam when Dick calls her for a little while.

Then there's Amy Rohrbach, Dick’s partner on the police force. He and Babs are dating at this point, and Amy invites him over for dinner so they can get to know each other better. Dick seems like he almost WANTS Babs to get a little jealous lol, but she’s not worried, “We were partners first” 😉

Hilariously, Amy is actually married with kids, and Babs gets a kick out of Dick assuming he was being hit on

With the Tarantula situation, it was less about Babs being jealous and way more about Dick not listening to her or taking anything she said seriously while also ignoring his physical health, and making dangerous decisions

I’ve run out of space for more panels but basically, yes she has a normal amount of jealousy. Nowadays, Babs and Kory get along fine. Plus during the Bludhaven pirate arc Dick and Bea went on a mission together and Babs was completely fine with it. The characterization of her as a jealous clingy gf is wrong! <3

[kiwii-11]

put on hold!

in which . . . the spoiled vampire prince has noticed that his little investigator has been unable to spend their time with him due to their workload.

or . . . fool! milo misses fool! sweetheart more than he’d like to admit.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, third person pov, fool! milo x fool! sweetheart, fooliverse! milo you have my soul, milo is also a bit emotionally stupid and doesn’t know how to properly express that he misses someone

his fingers danced along the sides of their shirt, slithering beneath the fabric and tickling their skin as he distracted them with another heated kiss. they were trapped beneath him, arms around his neck and a gasp leaving their lips as he pulled them closer. a smirk played on his face.

“aw, look at you, sweetheart,” he hums, lifting his head up a little to admire their dazed expression, “like putty in my hands, huh?”

they sigh as he trails kisses down their neck. he’s careful to find that spot that they like, and when a certain moan sounds in the room, he chuckles.

“fuck…” the stealth huffs with their fingers threading through his hair, “milo, please…”

“please what?” he whispers against their skin, “what do you want?”

“more—”

BRRRINGGGGGGGG!

the pair stop at the sound of sweetheart’s phone ringing on the bedside table. milo tilts his head, leaning back before pressing a few kisses along their cheek.

“ignore it.”

“but—” sweetheart gasps as his hand travels up their spine, “it might be work.”

that’s when milo pulls away, this time with a confused expression. sweetheart sits up and reaches for their device.

“it’s a saturday night; why are they callin’ you at 6 on a weekend?” he questions, holding their thighs at his hips.

they lay back down once they have their phone. “i’ve taken up another investigation, so they might have a lead for me.”

when they answer the phone, milo frowns. the department, ever the kindest, seemed to be working them to the bone. it’s been months since the two had begun seeing each other, and milo’s noticed that recently they’ve been getting pulled away by their job. sweetheart wasn’t getting burnt out, but he was certainly feeling the silence they left.

he sits in front of them, thumb brushing over their skin as he listens to the muffled talking of a coworker. sweetheart is focused, staring at the ceiling as they begin to mentally note down what they were hearing. milo purses his lips; they still looked so beautiful under him, so it was a shame that he had to keep his composure now.

milo hums quietly, leaning down and leaving kisses along their collar. they stifle a sigh behind their knuckles before closing their eyes.

“hang up the phone, baby.” he discreetly whispers to them, hearing how their heartbeat began to pick up again

“i…” they say in a wobbly voice. milo smirks.

but then, their coworker says something that snaps them back into reality. they hastily sit up, making milo do so as well with furrowed brows.

“she’s in custody right now?” they gasp, “why didn’t you start with that? ugh, i’ll—i’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

they hang up straight after and reach to grab their pants that had been discarded at the end of the bed. the vampire prince blinks at their change in attitude.

“you’re headin’ into work now?” he asks, feeling them detach from him, “sweetheart, it’s the fuckin’ weekend, they shouldn’t be workin’ you today. can’t it wait ‘til monday?”

“i know, i’m sorry, but i’ve been trying to catch this woman for weeks,” they reply as they stand and zip up their pants, “plus she knows people; i don’t know how long we can have her in custody for.”

they glance behind them to see milo leaning back on the bed with his arms behind him. his shirt was thrown across the room already and the hair that he spent all morning fixing up was a mess, but he was a sight for sore eyes. he tilted his head to the side and stared at them.

“right…” he hums, “so i guess i’ll see ya’ later then?”

the stealth gives a small smile, holding a hand to his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“thank you, milo, for dinner. and for everything tonight,” they say against him, “i’ll text you when i’m finished.”

he holds their cheek as he kisses them one last time. “let me know when you get home, alright? better not be too late.”

“right,” they chuckle sheepishly before standing up straight, “have a good night.”

“you too, sweetheart.”

he gives them a short wave from the doorway as they drive off. he hangs his head, ultimately disappointed with how the night had ended. he’d thought that the weekend would be the best time to spend with them due to their job, but even that was compromised now.

the pair became exclusive about two months after meeting when milo realised he detested when they had to leave his side, or when they mentioned they had plans with someone else. he was the one to confess that he’d been thinking of them more often than not, even after leaving their apartment without a word after a certain night spent alone with them. he’d shown up to their apartment about two weeks later, after no contact, and admitted to being too cryptic with his feelings. sweetheart was kind enough to let him take them out.

but truthfully, even after all these months, he still didn’t know how to act.

milo had waited until 11:32pm for the text.

sweetheart

home now. sorry again for leaving so abruptly, i did have a wonderful night with you, milo <3

he stares at the text with a small smile growing on his face. when he catches himself, he groans into his pillow and hastily replies.

bites

took ya long enough, it’s nearly midnight. don’t worry about it, sweetheart, i’ll organise something else for us. sleep well.

milo waits for them to respond, to which they do with a little heart emoji.

it would be another two weeks before he would catch them in a good time to speak, not for the lack of trying. they’d just been too caught up with work to spare time. more investigations, stakeouts, interviews, everything. milo felt bad, as if he was flaunting all his free hours in front of them. the club was doing just fine as it was now, but it was obvious the department was taking advantage of their power and their willingness to do good.

he’s on the phone with the stealth as he washes his clothes.

“you what?” he huffs, “another shift? that’s your third take-up this month.”

“i know, but they… need my help,” sweetheart says in a yawn from their spot in their apartment, “i’m sorry again; i remember you said something about a movie night—”

“no, it’s fine, sweetheart, don’t say another word,” he tells them as he turns on the washing machine, “you…. need to be takin’ care of yourself, y’know that?”

sweetheart lays on their bed as they stretch. “i know. after this investigation is over, i think i’m gonna’ take a two day nap.”

“you better.” he scoffs.

he knows it’s not their fault; if they had the chance they’d stay away from the department and just relax. he can’t help but feel a little selfish when it comes to them. he’s gotten nearly everything he’s ever wanted… but them.

“do you know when i’ll be able to see you next?” he asks lowly as he leans against the wall.

“mmm, i’m not sure. i think… i’ll apply for a day off on friday. i’m sure brian can complete that investigation with another detective.” they claim whilst closing their eyes.

“good, good,” he replies, already hearing the sleep taking over them at 8:30pm, “hey, i’ll talk to ya’ later, okay? get some rest.”

“okay,” they yawn in response, “goodnight, milo.”

“‘night, sweets.”

he doesn’t know why he’s calling them more often, or why he waits impatiently for their messages detailing their day without him. sure, he was the one to confess that he’d like to see more of them, but that’s what he’s already gotten. with the investigation of quinn finished, there was no real reason for the two to keep in contact. but milo felt different.

he’s already got them, so why did he want more?

when thursday night rolls around, sweetheart couldn’t be anymore happier. their day off was approved when they pled their case of overworking, and while their boss was reluctant, they had provided sufficient help for their absence and therefore were given the day off linking to the weekend.

milo hadn’t texted them today, which wasn’t all too strange since they’d usually be the one to text first. they didn’t think much of it as they got ready for bed, sending a quick message to milo that they were home safe and going to sleep. it didn’t take long ‘til they were passed out.

however, their slumber only lasted two hours before their phone woke them up. it was milo calling at 12am.

“hello?”

“hey, sweetheart,” he sighed out, relieved at the sound of their voice, “sorry to wake you up, but i, uh, don’t have a key. mind lettin’ me in?”

they blink in the darkness and slowly get up, registering in their head that the vampire prince was here. milo hangs up when he hears the door unlock, straightening up his posture as he held the items in his hands. sweetheart stands in front of him, loose shirt and pants, as they wipe their eyes.

“milo? what’re you doing here?” they ask in a hoarse tone.

what was he doing here at their apartment?

“oh, i—you said you had a day off today…?” he mumbles out, uncharacteristically nervous, “i haven’t seen you in, like, forever.”

he lets out a short laugh as sweetheart tilts their head at him.

“really? ah, i’m sorry.” they rub their face before allowing him inside, “so busy. um—”

“here,” milo clears his throat as he holds out some flowers and a small box, “i, um, didn’t think i’d have enough time tomorrow if i had to come over after sundown. that’s why i got here now.”

they blink at him as they close the door. “oh, milo, thank you, you didn’t have to—…” they chirp before they notice the logo on the box, “milo, did you buy me a watch?”

“i set up the time and everything,” he says, walking into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, “was plannin’ on giving it to ya’ the next time we went out.”

he had bought it yesterday afternoon.

“i—a watch?” they scoff as they put the items on the bench, “babe, that’s crazy. thank you, but you seriously didn’t need to.”

“yeah, yeah, i just wanted you to have it,” he claims, “how’ve you been?”

sweetheart scratches the back of their neck. “i’ve been alright, just… work. what about you?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “oh, well, uh, y’know. just been doing whatever. pretty much been on my own, if you don’t count sam and vincent droppin’ by. i’ve been meanin’ to see you.”

as he fills up a vase, milo feels a heated blush crawl its way to his face. he was hearing what he was saying and it was embarrassing him.

“you missed me?” they repeat.

“i didn’t say that.” he says as he turns back to look at them.

“you implied it,” they say as they stare at him, “did you miss me?”

he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away for a split second before seeing the sincere look on their face. they were waiting for his response. he clicks his tongue.

“yeah.” he whispered back.

he looks defeated; the vampire prince that has always managed to smooth talk his way into things going his way, was now standing in front of the department investigator like some lost puppy. they watched as he stared at his shoes.

they push away from the bench and come closer to the vampire. they take his hands and squeezes them.

“i missed you too.” they tell him.

his breath hitches as they wrap their arms around him and gently hug. their warmth envelopes him, and milo hugs them back just as tightly. he relaxes into them after a few seconds with his nose dug into their neck; their familiar scent brought his heart rate up.

“let’s not get so sentimental here.” he chuckles, thumb brushing their back.

“shut up.” they laugh back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. they were always good at reading people. milo made it easier. “are you sleeping over tonight?”

“no, i only came all this way to drop off these presents and then get the fuck outta’ here—yes, i’m sleeping over.” he jokes as he pulls away enough to see their face.

after putting the flowers away, sweetheart hands him some clothes to change into for sleeping and reminds him of the spare items they kept in the bathroom for him. by the time he was ready for bed, sweetheart was already sleeping on their side.

milo shuffled in beside them, carefully situating himself so they were cuddled against his chest. the contact alone was enough to settle his aching heart. drawing circles on their shoulder, milo kisses their forehead.

they were physically relaxing against him. he could tell from their core, the way it gently pulsed instead of sharp bouncing. he was more than happy to provide that for them. but he knew that once he felt this way, there was no going back.

the investigator was too alluring.

milo hugged them tighter.

“i love you, sweetheart.”

[aneertawrites]

Shadows of Our Pride

Xavier x fem!Reader

!pride and prejudice remake

Chapter 3

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 4 | chapter 5

a/n : thank goodness i had this in my drafts 😩 chapter 4 will take half a week IM SORRY

The street was lively with morning bustle — carts groaning over cobblestones, women calling to one another from open shopfronts, and the crisp, cool air tinged with the scent of bread baking somewhere further down the lane. Lydia and Kitty flitted ahead of you, already bickering over the difference between lilac and mauve ribbons, while Mary trailed behind, nose buried in a volume she had insisted on bringing despite your mother’s warning that it was “entirely unnecessary.”

You clutched your small reticule close, mind occupied not just with colours or hems or lace trims, but the upcoming ball — Jane’s health had returned in full, and with it, the house was now caught in a fever of preparations. Your mother could speak of nothing else, and even you had found yourself casting longer glances at your reflection in the mirror at night, wondering — despite yourself — if a certain blue-eyed gentleman might notice when the time came.

The sharp clang of a shop bell jerked you from your thoughts. A gust of wind pulled at the edge of your shawl, and as you adjusted it, you failed to notice the soft square of embroidered linen that slipped free from your bag.

It wasn’t until you heard a voice — low, unfamiliar, yet pleasantly warm — call out behind you, “Miss, I believe this is yours,” that you turned.

The man was young, no older than thirty, tall and striking in a uniform cut sharply to his frame. His hair, a light brown just kissed with gold, was tousled from the breeze. He held the handkerchief delicately between gloved fingers, and when you met his eyes, there was a glint of something there — amusement, perhaps, or ease.

“Thank you,” you said, accepting the handkerchief with a nod, uncertain whether to offer a smile or simply move on.

But he didn’t step away. “No thanks necessary,” he said, tilting his head. “It’s rare one is allowed the opportunity to be of service before an introduction is made. I hope I haven’t overstepped.”

You studied him more closely now, something in his manner so polished, so deliberately gracious, it was difficult not to respond in kind.

“I’m afraid you have the advantage of me, sir,” you said, your tone even.

“George Wickham,” he said easily, offering the smallest bow. “At your service.”

The name struck faintly in your memory — spoken once, maybe twice by Alexei in passing, though not with detail.

“I—“

“—Oh! Is that one of the new officers?” Lydia’s voice broke through before you could speak again. She had doubled back, Kitty in tow, both of them drawn to Wickham like moths to flame. “Are you staying long in Meryton?”

“I’ve only just arrived,” Wickham replied, his tone charming but not forward. “But I imagine I shall be here through the winter.”

“Then you must come to the ball!” Kitty exclaimed, bright with delight. “It’s to be held at Netherfield — next Friday. It will be the event of the season.”

You shot her a look, though Wickham seemed unfazed. He turned his attention back to you. “Netherfield? You are among the party there?”

“For the moment,” you said quietly.

“Then I must consider myself fortunate indeed, to be in such great company.”

Before you could answer, Lydia had already begun to ask about his regiment, peppering him with questions about the cut of his coat and the colour of the facings, entirely unbothered by decorum.

Wickham’s answers came smoothly, practised but never patronising. Still, as you observed him, a subtle discomfort stirred low in your stomach — not because of anything he said, but because he said everything so well. There was a gleam behind the easy words, a self-assurance that bordered on rehearsed. But again, wasn't society itself rehearsed? Wasn't every social cue, curtsy, bow, and invitation, rehearsed?

Still, when he turned back to you with a polite nod and said, “I hope to see you again before the ball, Miss,” you nodded.

"Are you not to come to the ball?" you asked casually, walking at a steady pace with the officer down the cobbles.

"Well, I would very much like to come," he began, an expression that toed the line between smile and grimace finely on his face, "Am I invited to this event?"

“Oh,” you said, slipping the handkerchief back into your bag. “I am not sure. I shall ask Mr Alexei the next I see him.”

He hummed, nodding slowly. "Alright then, I shall come, if the man allows it," and then, he grinned down at you teasingly. "But only if you promise me the first dance."

You laughed, nodding. "Oh, well, when you ask like that, I can hardly decline."

As the girls dragged him toward the milliner’s stall a few shops down, you stood still for a moment longer, feeling the weight of eyes that were no longer there.

"Oh, you must come with us on our walk back to our Estate! Your company is most riveting," Lydia, ever the reckless flirt, crooned.

Their conversation faded into background noise as you followed after the group, lagging behind a few feet. You had the oddest feeling you’d just met someone who knew exactly what to say — and exactly when to say it.

The winding path from town to Longbourn had grown golden with late sunlight, shadows drawing long across the road. You and your sisters walked at a languid pace, your parcel of ribbons tucked neatly beneath one arm. The earlier noise of town had dulled to a distant hum, replaced now by the chatter of your younger sisters and the crunch of boots against gravel.

Wickham strode at the center of it all — charming, poised, and infuriatingly at ease. Lydia and Kitty orbited him like twin moons, demanding tales of regiment gossip and swordplay, their laughter lilting too high. Mary trudged along a few steps behind, tuning in and out, arms crossed firmly over her book. You kept to the edge, observing rather than joining.

“Miss,” Wickham said with practiced softness as he stepped beside you again, “I hope I haven’t bored you entirely. I’m afraid the younger Misses have dominated the conversation.”

You glanced at him, your tone cool but not unfriendly. “It’s no great crime to let them speak, though one might call it an endurance.”

Wickham laughed — a warm, easy sound — and was just leaning in to respond when the rhythmic beat of approaching hooves silenced the group. Two riders crested the hill ahead.

Alexei was first to dismount, a familiar grin already forming as he took in your party. “Ladies,” he said with a slight bow, “what an unexpected pleasure. I see the town has been most productive?”

“Very!” Lydia answered brightly, holding up her small parcel of ribbons with unnecessary flourish. “We’ve been to the modiste, and met Mr Wickham! He’s promised the first dance to — well, someone — and he tells the most marvellous stories about camp life!”

Wickham inclined his head politely. “George Wickham, sir.”

“Alexei.” The corners of Alexei’s mouth tightened for the briefest moment, though his tone remained amiable. “You’re with the militia stationed in Meryton, I believe?”

“Yes, just arrived,” Wickham confirmed.

From above, Xavier still sat mounted, silent. His eyes were sharp, focused — on you, on Wickham, on the ease with which your sisters clung to the officer’s every word.

Then Lydia, undeterred as ever, clapped her hands together. “Oh! But wouldn’t it be the most wonderful thing if the whole regiment could come to the ball! They’d look so dashing in their red coats.”

Alexei blinked. “The entire regiment?”

“Why not?” Kitty added. “It would be the grandest ball Hertfordshire’s ever seen.”

There was a pause. Then, with a good-natured shrug, Alexei nodded. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm in it. You may extend the invitation to your officers, Mr Wickham.”

Wickham bowed slightly. “Thank you, Mr Alexei. I’m sure they’ll be most delighted.”

And still, Xavier had said nothing. He had dismounted by now, the reins loose in one hand, his figure composed — but his eyes remained locked on Wickham. A silence hung in the air, taut as a pulled thread.

You glanced toward him, uncertain, your brow pinching slightly at his quiet.

Wickham turned to him then, offering a civil, if measured, “Mr Xavier.”

Xavier’s response was a single nod. No words.

You then curtseyed, bowing your head slightly in greeting to him. “Miss,” he acknowledged, nodding his head and bowing in return.

And then a beat passed. A very awkward one.

Then, without warning, he turned, mounting again in one swift movement.

“Xavier—” Alexei started, but was cut off by the sudden crack of reins as Xavier wheeled his horse sharply and took off at a quick canter, heading away from the group, back toward Netherfield.

A strange hush followed in his wake.

You stood still, your hand tightening slightly on your ribbon parcel.

Wickham exhaled lightly beside you. “Well,” he said, tone still mild, though something flickered beneath it. “That was… abrupt.”

But you didn’t answer. Not yet. Not as your eyes followed the disappearing figure in the distance, wondering what exactly had passed in that brief moment—and why the air suddenly felt heavier in his absence.

Xavier

The wind cut sharper once he had cleared the hill, the thudding of the horse beneath him the only sound filling the space Xavier had deliberately carved between himself and the others.

He hadn’t meant to leave like that. Not so obviously, not with so much urgency biting at his heels. But standing there — surrounded by the shrill delight of the youngest sisters, by Wickham’s infuriatingly easy grin, and your soft laughter, more rare and far more potent — it had become unbearable.

Dastardly man.

Xavier’s jaw tightened.

He had not seen Wickham in over a year. And yet nothing had changed. That same effortless charm, the same polished lie of gentility, of warmth. It clung to him like a second skin. But worse than seeing Wickham was seeing you respond to him, Xavier knowing exactly what that bastard was. That flicker of amusement in your eyes. The way you listened to him spouting his false politeness and manners. How quickly he’d slipped into your orbit.

Xavier dug his heels gently into the horse’s sides, urging it faster across the fields. Not quite running — but not allowing himself to slow, either.

He didn’t want to care. You had every right to laugh with whom you pleased, to stroll the lane with officers and entertain harmless flirtations. He knew that. And yet.

He thought of the way you had looked at him just a few days before. Quietly. Curiously. The soft pause before you spoke, as though weighing your words. As though he was something worth weighing. That moment in the woods, where you had walked just ahead of him and he had wanted — without reason — to stay in that silence a little longer.

And now?

Now, Wickham had wormed his way into that space, careless and smooth as always. And Xavier had stood there, silent and still, listening to the man lie with a smile on his face and his past buried under that red coat.

Xavier let out a breath through his nose, sharp and slow. The worst part wasn’t Wickham’s presence.

The worst part was how it made him feel like a boy again. Foolish. Too kind for his own good. Stripped down to instinct and half-formed words that never reached his tongue.

He hated that. He hated that Wickham still had that power. And he hated even more that you — someone he had only just begun to understand — might fall for it too.

He didn’t stop riding until Netherfield’s outline rose in the distance, steady and grey against the sky. And even then, he did not dismount. Not yet.

“Xavier!” Alexei’s voice rang out, hooves hitting against grass as he approached close behind him.

Xavier glanced over at his companion, expression unreadable.

“I’m sorry for inviting the militia,” Alexei’s voice had a tone of breathlessness to it, as if having rushed to catch up to Xavier. He felt a pang of guilt. “I know how it is with you and Wickham, but I could hardly decline it when Jane was there.”

“Nonsense,” Xavier muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I shouldn’t have rushed off like that. It was rude of me.”

Alexei remained silent, taking off his hat and holding it to his stomach, brows pinching. “Let’s go,” he said after a few moments, followed by the hitting of hooves against ground.

You

“I must admit,” Mr Wickham said, glancing over at you with a grin that bordered on conspiratorial, “I didn’t expect to find such company in Meryton. Nor such beauty, if you’ll forgive the boldness.”

You gave a small, practiced smile — just enough to be polite. “We don’t often receive compliments from strangers, Mr Wickham. Not with such fluency, at any rate.”

He laughed, a low sound. “Then your neighbours must be either blind or cowards. I’ve never believed in holding back the truth.”

There was something in the way he said it — not flirtation exactly, but a performance of it. Measured. Intention behind every word.

A pause, the rhythm of footsteps and the rustle of wind, and then:

“Tell me — the tall gentleman from just then. The one who looked as if someone had insulted his tailor. You know him, I assume?”

You blinked. “Mr Xavier?”

Wickham’s mouth twisted in a half-smile. “Ah. Yes. Xavier.”

There was a beat too long before he added, “I had not realised he was… friendly with your family.”

“We’re hardly friendly,” you said, too quickly.

He glanced sideways, noting the speed of your reply — and smiled faintly, as if that had told him everything he needed.

“I see,” he said softly. “And here I’d thought he’d spent all his affection.”

You frowned. “You know him, then?”

“Oh, we are—” He paused, the smile deepening, turning darker at the edges. You didn’t catch on. “—acquainted. From childhood, in fact.”

The word acquainted hung in the air like smoke.

“You were close?”

He let out a soft breath through his nose. “Once. It’s difficult not to be, when raised side by side under the same roof. I was something of a charity case — his father’s kindness, not his, mind you — but I’m afraid Xavier was never quite able to forget the difference in our stations. Not really.” There it was. Not stated outright. Just… suggested. Softly. Almost apologetically.

“He has always had a particular talent for pride,” Wickham went on, eyes ahead. “You must have noticed it.”

You said nothing.

“I don’t fault him entirely. He was raised to it. Told he was better than everyone in every room, and so he’s spent years acting like it’s true.”

You turned your gaze to the path.

“I only mention it,” he said, voice lower now, “because I would hate for anyone to mistake his manner for honour. He is… careful with appearances.”

That struck a chord — one you hadn’t expected. Your fingers curled slightly inside your gloves.

Mr Wickham slowed his steps just slightly, enough to glance toward you again, eyes softer now. Regretful. The victim of something unnamed.

“He does not forgive easily,” he said. “Nor forget. Particularly when it’s someone who once stood beside him.”

His tone was light. But the wind had picked up, sharp and cold. You looked ahead, heart uneasy, your home just beginning to appear through the thinning trees.

“And yet,” you said after a long moment, “he still looks at you like a ghost.”

That prideful man. Conceited beast. What good is money and status and good looks, if your soul is not one to match? You should have known based on his first few words to you, that he’d be so… so insufferable. But to someone he had grown up with? Unbelievable.

Wickham’s expression shifted — just for a second. Something flickering behind his eyes. “Perhaps I am,” he said quietly. “But ghosts only linger where there are wounds.” He added lowly.

The dining room at Longbourn was unusually full that evening, chairs drawn out to accommodate the surprise arrival of Mr. Collins — your cousin and, as your mother so frequently reminded anyone within earshot, the future heir to your father’s estate.

He had arrived with the usual fanfare: a stiff bow, a declaration of “humble gratitude,” and a letter of introduction clutched dramatically in hand, though it was entirely unnecessary. You all knew who he was. You had simply hoped he would never find it necessary to actually appear.

Now, seated directly across from you, he chewed his boiled potatoes with an exaggerated care, making appreciative hums with every swallow. You subtly rolled your eyes. “I must say, my dear cousins,” he began, setting his fork down with affected delicacy, “I have always heard of Longbourn’s domestic elegance, but I confess, even my high expectations have been… thoroughly surpassed.”

Your mother beamed with pride at the head of the table, as though she had personally designed the wallpaper and grown the garden from seed.

“You are too kind, sir,” she replied, fluttering her hand. “We do our best to maintain… comfort.”

Mr. Collins nodded solemnly, dabbing at his lips. “Indeed, indeed. Lady Catherine herself would find little to fault here.”

You took a long sip of your wine, just to avoid rolling your eyes once more. He certainly seemed to speak very highly of that woman.

“Lady Catherine,” he said again, with reverence blooming in his chest, “has often remarked on the importance of propriety in a household. She would, no doubt, be pleased with your table settings, Miss.” He turned to you, eyes round and eager, “Is it you who arranges them?”

You smiled — tight, polite, yet utterly sarcastic. It was, of course, lost on him. “Only when I’m not too occupied with embroidery and contemplating the fragility of the female mind.”

He paused, fork halfway to his mouth, then laughed with a breathy wheeze. “Ah, very good. Very good indeed. A keen wit, Miss, though I must caution — Lady Catherine has always advised a woman should be measured in her intellect.”

“Of course. Heaven forbid a woman think too much,” you murmured.

He nodded as though you had agreed with him, rather than insulted the very premise. “Precisely. It disturbs the balance of the home.”

Across the table, Jane glanced at you with a faint smile that betrayed her amusement, and you returned it with a knowing glance. Lydia, meanwhile, had grown distracted by the passing dish of stewed pears and paid Mr. Collins no mind whatsoever, while Mary made a valiant effort to introduce a theological topic to the conversation and was quickly overridden.

“And I do hope,” Mr. Collins went on, “that while I am here, I might become better acquainted with the household — particularly with you young ladies. Lady Catherine believes strongly in familial unity, and I must say, it is my intention — my humble intention — to see that unity honoured.”

Your mother nearly dropped her spoon in excitement.

And you? You simply smiled again, folding your napkin a little too precisely in your lap.

“Indeed, Mr. Collins,” you said sweetly, “we are all of us quite curious what intentions you’ll reveal next.”

He flushed, mistaking it for encouragement. “Then I shall take that as permission to remain a while longer,” he said, puffing his chest, clearly imagining himself as some prized guest bestowing favour upon your modest home.

You sipped your wine again, already knowing this was to be a long visit and attempting to ease your mind.

Dinner wound on with the slow inevitability of a drawn-out sermon. Mr. Collins had by now turned his attention to Jane — deeming her “serene” and “angelically mild,” a compliment that seemed to both confuse and gently amuse her — though his eyes strayed back to you often, as though uncertain where to settle his affections.

“I find it quite admirable,” he said now, gesturing vaguely with his spoon, “that you ladies have remained so… accessible. In Kent, among Lady Catherine’s acquaintance, modesty is rather a rarity. You cannot imagine the pretensions of certain families.”

“I’m sure we could manage to try,” you said under your breath.

“What was that, my dear cousin?” he asked, blinking earnestly at you.

“I said we are most grateful to be so agreeable,” you replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your father, who had been quiet throughout most of the meal, now looked up from his plate with a dry sort of curiosity. “And how fares Lady Catherine these days, Mr. Collins? Still instructing the world on how to be properly civilised?”

“Oh, magnificently so,” Collins beamed, missing the sarcasm entirely. “She has lately taken to inspecting the cottages on her land, ensuring that the tenants’ windows are washed and their hedges trimmed. She believes strongly in visual order, you see.”

“How… philanthropic of her,” your father said mildly.

“And may I say,” Collins continued, undeterred, “that I am most fortunate to be in her good graces. Indeed, she has advised me to find a suitable wife — one of modest taste, gentle manner, and familial obedience — before the year ends.”

Gag.

At this, your mother nearly knocked over the gravy boat in her eagerness. “Oh! Well, what a fine ambition, sir. I am certain we may help you find just such a girl here, within the comforts of your own future estate!”

You pressed your napkin to your lips quickly to hide the twitch of a smile.

“I… had hoped,” Mr. Collins said, glancing down at his half-eaten turnip, “that it might be possible to form a connection during my stay. But, of course, I shall speak with propriety and deference, and only after the necessary span of acquaintance.”

“How noble of you,” you murmured.

Jane, ever gentle, steered the conversation toward the ball. “You shall attend next week, of course, Mr. Collins?”

He brightened. “Most certainly! I shall make every effort to be sociable. I have taken instruction from Lady Catherine on the art of conversation — and while I am not a dancer by nature, I shall certainly participate, as it is my duty to do so.”

“I imagine your dancing must be quite the spectacle,” you said, taking a delicate sip of water.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Only that it must be memorable.”

“Ah!” He chuckled again, a sheepish sound. “Yes, I do tend to draw attention. A hazard of height, no doubt.”

By the time dessert was served, you felt your patience thinning like worn linen. Your mother’s eyes gleamed with a peculiar brightness that meant she was scheming, while Lydia whispered something absurd to Kitty that made both of them giggle into their napkins.

Mr. Collins cleared his throat once more. “Might I trouble one of you young ladies for a tour of the gardens tomorrow? I should like to see what improvements might be made once I inherit the property. Of course, I would seek your opinions most respectfully.”

“I’m certain we’ll draw straws,” you said sweetly, standing as the dishes were cleared. “It would only be fair.”

“Indeed, yes,” he said, rising quickly with a proud tilt to his shoulders. “A very wise method of decision. Lady Catherine always advocates for drawing of lots in minor domestic debates. It prevents discord.”

Your father gave you a long look as you passed behind him.

“Do try not to poison the man,” he said under his breath.

You smiled. “Would I ever be so obvious?”

Between juggling preparations for the ball and spending time with the dreaded Mr Collins, you couldn’t be more excited to wind down and dance.

The carriage slowed to a gentle halt before Netherfield’s wide front steps, its lanterns casting a soft, golden glow across the gravel. Evening had folded itself over the estate, sky the colour of indigo ink, stars caught faintly between drifting clouds. The air was sharp with the scent of polished wood and autumn leaves, but beneath it lingered something sweeter —candlewax, rose oil, and the faintest trace of lilac from the hedges flanking the estate.

You stepped down with care, your gloved hand brushing against the chilled brass of the carriage door. The night air pinched delicately at your cheeks and neck, the silk of your new gown whispering softly as you moved. Inside the house, light blazed in every window — music already drifting out, low and warm, the hum of strings rising over the muffled thump of conversation and laughter.

The grand hall opened before you like a theatre mid-performance. Everything gleamed. Chandeliers glittered overhead with crystal firelight, scattering brilliance across marble floors and golden mirrors. The scent inside was heady — beeswax, fresh pine garlands twisted around banisters, and something rich and citrus-laced, likely from the spiced punch being ladled out in the far corner.

A footman took your outer wrap, and as you stepped forward, your eyes were pulled upward toward the open gallery above, where Aurelia leaned over the balustrade in quiet conversation with a lady you did not recognize. Aurelia’s gown was severe, her hair dressed impeccably, but her eyes caught yours with a flicker of something unreadable before she turned back, the silk of her sleeves catching the light like a blade.

Below her, the drawing room doors stood open, spilling warmth and revelry into the main corridor. Alora stood near the threshold, her posture more relaxed than her sister’s, laughing as she greeted a pair of older gentlemen. She spotted you and gave a brief, cordial smile, but her attention moved quickly on to someone else.

Your family had already scattered across the space like spilled pearls — Lydia and Kitty disappearing with a rustle of skirts into the throng, your mother sailing past you with her chin high, eyes sharp and scanning. Jane, radiant despite her usual reserve, remained beside you a moment longer.

“I had nearly forgotten how bright Netherfield could be,” she murmured.

“It feels like it might lift from the ground,” you answered, voice low as your eyes swept the ballroom just beyond. Rows of guests moved in elegant clusters, gowns blooming like flowers, gentlemen clad in crisp black and white, the glint of buttons and brooches catching the flicker of the chandeliers.

The quartet in the corner struck up the opening bars of a cotillion. Glass clinked somewhere behind you. A peal of laughter rang too loud from the staircase. It was as if the house itself breathed — rising, expectant, alive.

And still, even amid the golden light and rising music, your eyes searched — quietly, and perhaps foolishly — for a familiar figure in the crowd.

You had not yet seen Mr Wickham.

A gentleman brushed past, murmuring a polite greeting, but your attention stayed fixed on the crowd, your spine held a fraction too straight. Still no sign of him.

Then Jane turned, radiant in pale blue, and before you could speak, Mr Alexei approached. His bow was swift, his smile earnest. “Miss Jane,” he said, his voice warm with familiarity. “Would you allow me the honour?”

Jane hesitated only a moment before placing her hand in his. Her expression softened — not quite a smile, but something close. She glanced back at you briefly before being swept into the current of the dance.

You were left alone at the edge of the ballroom, anchored and yet strangely adrift. The room pressed in around you — laughter, silk, firelight — but none of it quite reached your skin.

And then—

“Miss.”

Your name, spoken quietly. No fanfare. No warmth.

You turned, pulse already quickening.

Xavier stood only a few paces away. His coat was dark, severe against the golden glow of the ballroom. He looked impossibly composed, as if the noise and light slid right off him. His gaze was steady. Too steady.

“Mr Xavier,” you said, dipping into a curtsey just shallow enough to be polite.

He bowed. “You’re—” A pause. “Here.”

You raised a brow. “Astute as ever.”

A faint tightening at the corner of his mouth — not quite a smile, not quite irritation.

“I had wondered,” he said, after a beat.

“What, if I would dare show my face in respectable company?” You could barely conceal the newly-found disdain for his company from your tone.

His jaw moved, but he said nothing. The silence between you thickened. Around you, music swelled. Voices danced.

Still, he did not move.

“Would you care to dance?”

It wasn’t the polite, practiced offer you had expected. There was no smooth charm, no elegant flourish. The words fell from his lips like something more raw, more deliberate. It wasn’t an invitation, it was a challenge. He stood there, as poised as ever, but there was something in his posture — an intensity that you could feel, even from where you stood.

You studied him for a moment, noting the way his jaw tightened ever so slightly, his posture rigid, but there was an openness in his eyes — a flicker of something beneath the surface that you couldn’t quite place. It made you pause. Made you hesitate. The room around you seemed to shrink as your mind reeled. Damn it. You had sworn to never engage with him like this.

You fought the urge to turn him down, to retreat into the safety of distance. Instead, you held his gaze, long enough that he almost looked away. The silence stretched between you, heavy with expectation. Why did you care?

“I suppose,” you finally replied, the words leaving your lips as cool and composed as you could manage, “it would be the polite thing.”

It wasn’t a challenge. It wasn’t flirtation. It was a statement. But the very fact that you had uttered the words at all left you wondering if it had been the right choice.

He didn’t respond verbally. His hand, strong and warm, slipped into yours. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even tender. It was just there, firm and unwavering, a direct connection that seemed to send a spark through your body — one that you could feel in every inch of your skin, even through the fabric of your gloves.

And then, just like that, you were moving toward the floor, stepping through the crowd of dancers, the space between you shrinking with every step. The quartet’s strings rose, and the lively notes of an English country dance filled the room. You stepped in sync, each move sharp and practiced. You had danced this countless times before, but this was different — this time, every step was infused with a weight you couldn’t explain.

Xavier’s hand at your waist was firm, commanding, but there was a precision to it — control, a deliberate restraint that you couldn’t ignore. He didn’t speak. Neither did you. Your breath quickened ever so slightly, but you kept your expression neutral, your gaze unwavering.

His fingers brushed against yours as your gloves met. Too warm. Too kind, you thought. It didn’t make sense. You had never wanted his touch, never sought his company. And yet, here you were, standing closer than you’d ever intended, moving together as though the space between you had always been there, meant to be filled.

The dance spun you both around, a turn that left you apart for a brief moment before you came together again. The world around you swirled in movement, but all you could feel, all you could focus on, was the way his presence anchored you. It was unnerving, how easy it was to fall into this rhythm, this unnatural familiarity.

“I imagine,” you said lightly, keeping your voice steady, “that you’re regretting this already.”

His eyes never left yours — unblinking, unwavering. There was no amusement in his gaze, only that quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken. “You imagine a great deal.”

You arched an eyebrow, heart hammering. “And you say very little.”

He paused. For the briefest of moments, you wondered if you’d said something too bold, something that had pushed him beyond the boundary of what was acceptable. But then his gaze flickered, just slightly, and he leaned in, close enough for your breath to mingle with his.

“Because saying anything would be…” He stopped mid-sentence, his words hanging in the air.

You leaned in, just enough that your bodies aligned. “Revealing?” you suggested, the tension between you building with every passing second.

His jaw clenched, and he didn’t answer immediately, as if weighing his response carefully. The quiet between you grew thicker, charged with something neither of you could name. And in that moment, everything around you — the music, the laughter, the hum of conversation — vanished. It was just the two of you in this bubble, moving together in perfect synchronization, yet remaining miles apart.

Your steps faltered, just slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected closeness, the tension crackling between you. But before you could stumble, Xavier’s hand tightened at your waist, guiding you back into the rhythm without a word.

The music swelled around you — faster, louder, as if reflecting the racing beat of your heart. You could feel the heat of his hand at your waist, the slight press of his palm against your back, urging you closer into the rhythm of the dance, but all you could focus on was the way his fingers brushed the small of your back, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

The world was spinning again, but not with the graceful flow of the dance — it was something darker, something more thrilling, like you were caught in the pull of an unspoken storm. His presence surrounded you, filled you, suffocated you in the most intoxicating way. It was all you could do to keep your breath steady, your movements in time with his.

The final notes of the dance began to fade, and the space between you and Xavier seemed to grow just as the tempo slowed. He stepped back from you, too quickly — leaving you cold in the wake of his touch.

“Thank you,” you said, the words coming out flat, measured — almost mechanical. You couldn’t bring yourself to add anything else, not when the weight of what had just passed between you felt so heavy in the air.

He bowed, his eyes never leaving yours, the same unreadable expression masking whatever thoughts were racing through his mind. “Of course.”

And then, just like that, he was gone — swallowed into the crowd, leaving you standing on the floor, your heart still racing, your body still thrumming with the echoes of his touch. The dance was over, but the aftermath lingered. The room around you blurred, the sounds fading into a dull hum as your pulse throbbed in your ears.

You stood there, frozen, trying to grasp the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. What had just happened? What had he just done to you?

Across the room, Aurelia watched you. She said something under her breath to Alora, both of them turning in near-perfect synchrony, their gazes sweeping over you with a precision that felt like a blade.

But you held your ground.

The chandeliers blazed overhead. The next dance began. And still, you didn’t move.

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