#he's supposed to be on top of you but whatever

[wbellab]

Therapy session | J. Bucky Barnes

this could be read as a standalone or a part 2 of Busy Woman.

summary: after a chaotic mission, you end up attending a therapy session with bucky trying to mend up your relationship. this seems to have worsen up everything.

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

cw: angsssst, therapy session, inspired by sambucky session in tfatws, graphic violence, some fluff (crumbles and bits)

3.1 k words

"Alright, Dr Raynor." You stated, more like a question and she nodded. "I get why you want me to talk to freaky magoo over here. But I’m a hundred per cent fine."

You definitely were not fine.

After the failed mission, Sam had dragged both you and Bucky to Baltimore in a failed attempt to get information from a former super soldier. That went about as well as expected—meaning not at all. And to top it off, Bucky got arrested for skipping therapy.

But the real question was: why were you sitting there with him now?

There’s a high chance that Sam had conveniently brought up the fact that your relationship with Bucky had become a bit rocky— not that you ever really got along. Either that, or the tension between you had been so thick it practically walked into the room before you did.

"It is my job to make sure you both are okay. Sam told me what happened, so yeah." Oh so you were right. "This may be slightly unprofessional but it’s the only way that I can see you getting over whatever’s eating at you."

"This is ridiculous." You muttered.

"Yeah i agree."

"Okay we’re going to do an exercise. It’s something I use with couples when they’re trying to figure what kind of life they’re trying to build together." You let out a snort, not out of amusement but irony. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"Are you familiar with the miracle question ?"

"I don’t think it’s necessar-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"No I’m not. What is it ?"

"Okay it goes like this. Suppose that while you are sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up what is something you would like to see that would make your life better ?"

With no surprise, Bucky was the first to answer the question.

"In my miracle, she would talk less."

"Is that why you threw me out of a moving truck asshole?"

"See what i mean." He turned to the therapist, which made you send a glare towards him.

"You both are leaving me with no choice. It’s time for the soul gazing exercise."

"I like this one."

"Oh thank you I love this."

"Oh you should really enjoy this." You told him, moving your chair so that you would be facing him.

"I’m going to."

"I know you are."

"Okay you both face each other." The therapist instructed.

"Let’s do it let’s stare."

"We get close this is a good exercise."

"Thanks doc." You muttered.

"Alright, good get close. Come on closer."

"Well which way you want to go, right or left ?"

"Why do you have your legs wide open. You want me to sit on your lap or what ? You know what, fine." You scooted forward, legs angling inward until your knee pressed between his—and his was between yours.

The position was awkward. Too awkward. You could feel the brush of his knee against your inner thigh, too high, too warm. And though you hated to admit it, you could’ve almost been aroused by it. If your anger toward him didn’t burn hotter than the tension.

"You happy now ?" You huffed, successfully concealing your flustered state—which Bucky hasn’t been able to hide.

He sat stiffly, visibly uncomfortable, like even the slightest movement might set something off. He hadn’t moved an inch since you got close. Shoulders tense, jaw tight, clearly unsure where to look. It would’ve been satisfying if you weren’t equally rattled beneath the surface.

"All right, good. That’s fine." The therapist tried to stop your banter.

"It’s a little close." He muttered.

"It’s very close that’s what you wanted right ?" You retorted aggressively.

"Guys,"you both stopped. "Now look at each other. You need to look at each other in the eyes," you stared right at his blue eyes, a frown on your face similar to his. "There you see that wasn’t so hard."

You just continued staring right in them. Your eyes squinted trying hard not to blink as he did the same back.

You were still mad, furious actually, that he tossed you out of the damn truck without a single word. Like you were just some reckless burden he couldn’t deal with a second longer. And now, you wanted him to feel that. Every ounce of your anger.

So you weren’t about to blink. Not once. Not until he squirmed. Not until he realized you weren’t going to let him off easy.

Probably childish but effective.

"Wait what are you doing ? Are you having a staring contest ?" When none of you responded she snapped her fingers, making you close your teary eyes. Dammit.

"Just blink. Sweet Jesus."

Bucky’s frown was still on his face as he stared at the doctor.

"All right, Bucky, why does she aggravate you ?" A smirk started forming on his lips. He could definitely think of a bunch of reasons why you aggravated him. And when he was about to mention your current interest to his ass, Doctor Raynor cut him off. "And don’t say something childish."

Bucky’s smirk faltered and he let out a frustrated breathe. His jaw clenched as he started thinking, the muscle twitching like he was holding something back. For a second, he looked like he might drop it entirely. But then he sighed, tired of carrying the question around in silence.

"Why are you always flirting with me?" he asked quietly, almost too quietly. It wasn’t sarcastic. It wasn’t bitter. It was genuine, and that made it worse. There was a flicker of something raw behind his eyes, like he hated that he even had to ask. He sounded insecure and he hated it.


"Oh my god is this what it is all about?" You dryly chuckle. "Why are you making such a big deal out of something so insignificant ?"

"Do you flirt with Bucky to push his buttons ?" The therapist chimed in, a bit more interested in the direction the conversation was flowing.

You rolled your eyes. What is it with all these weird questions ?

"I flirt with him because I like him. The button pushing is just a bonus."

"Yeah. Of course you would." His voice was cold. Harsh and condescending. Every hint of amusement disappeared from your face. "Do you get a kick out of messing with people just for fun? You don’t get to flirt with people and then act like none of this matters. Like I’m just something to pass the time until you get bored. It’s fucking disgraceful. And I’m–"

He couldn’t bring himself to say more. You were staring right at him, a frown on your face. How could he bring himself to explain what he was feeling out loud?

Bucky couldn’t believe you. He wouldn’t believe that you simply liked him. This was too simple of an explanation for someone like him. Someone that did horrible things couldn’t be wanted in the first place.

And it wasn’t just his own insecurities getting through him.

No. This was anchored in his brain, as if a small cognitive part of it told him this wasn’t possible. That every small moment of kindness was a lie he wasn’t allowed to believe in. Someone like him don’t get the girl, not really. Not without her regretting it later.

Another part of his brain told him your boldness and playfulness were just a reflection of the value you had of him, insignificant. You were messing with him, knowing Bucky would fall for you.

And how could he not ? You did everything to make him. When you were so insistent with him, bold, charismatic and funny. Clingy and affectionate. You were everything he had been craving since he came back from Hydra. There was absolutely no universe in which James Buchanan Barnes wouldn’t have fallen for you.

"Don’t act like this is real. It’s unfair." He said more softly.

You couldn’t believe what you just heard. It wasn’t mean, not exactly but this was as if. You couldn’t believe you ever let yourself fall for someone like him. He never really understood you.

What you felt in that moment was a deep, gut-punch kind of hurt.

Being told it all meant nothing. That your affection was careless or meaningless. This all shattered something fragile inside you. Everything you ever said or did, thinking it was sweet or meaningful felt exposed, misunderstood. Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place, something you’d been too oblivious to see or too hopeful to admit.

He would never like, never reciprocate the feelings.

This wasn’t just romantic rejection. It was emotional rejection. He hadn’t just dismissed your feelings, he’d rejected the way you showed your love to him. And that hit harder than anything else. It was humiliating to care so much, and be accused of the exact opposite.

With a final sigh, you told yourself this would be all over. You were done being taken for a fool.

"You know what’s really unfair? You dismissing my fucking feelings when I have been displaying them so obviously." You bit back, scooting your chair away from him, when you noticed the proximity you still had. "Maybe this is something you would never understand and I’m so done making a fool out of myself just for you to not get the signals." You snapped. Breathe in, breathe out. You turned to the doctor, glaring at her like she'd personally orchestrated this mess. She did nothing wrong but she was the reason why you were here, trapped in this room, sitting across from him. And right now, that was enough.

You didn’t even have the sense to feel guilty for it. Not with the way your chest burned. Not after everything that had gone unsaid.

"You know what Doc I don’t have time for this. We have some real serious shit going on. So how about this, I will squash it, right now. We’re gonna deal with this and when we’re done we’ll go on long separate vacations. And never see each other again."

"Yeah." He sighed, he did not want you to squash it. He wanted to talk, to understand. "I like that." He lied.

"Great then let’s get to work." You turned to the therapist. "Thanks doc for making it weird. I feel so much better. See you outside." You rolled your eyes, stomping to the door. This was a total mess.

"Thank you." She answered, but you were already gone. She turned to Bucky. "That was really great. You’re doing better at expressing your emotions. Maybe next time, we’ll work on the dating part." He completely ignored her, standing up to leave before being interrupted by her. "I know that look." She stared at him as if she would see right through him. "You’re pushing her away."

He ignored what she said once again. "What was rule number two again ?"

"Don’t hurt anyone." She simply answered.

"Goodbye doc."

This session did not help your case. It was worse and Sam noticed.

"So how did it go ?" He asked you once you were out.

"Get lost." You muttered, going through the door to leave the police station.

Sam turned to Bucky who left the room a few seconds after you, noticing the gloomy stare on his face.

"I get that it did not go as well as expected."

"Oh fuck off."

"Ok guys I don’t know what happened in this room but you need to deal with it like right now before we enter Madripoor."

"There’s nothing wrong. I’m totally fine, let’s deal with the more important matters." You scoffed

"If I may say–"

"Shut up."

"Please don’t."

You and Bucky said at the same time. Zemo raised an eyebrow but wisely chose silence, folding his hands behind his back. It had barely been three hours since Bucky busted him out of prison, and those three hours had already been filled with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The fallout of that decision had led to a heated argument between you and Bucky, and the aftermath still lingered, electric and unspoken, hovering just beneath the surface.

And this tension would linger for days.

"You should fuck the tension off. Worked well with my wife." Zemo mentioned once in the jet.

"That’s what I told them." Sam grumbled, it seemed like it was the only thing he agreed about with Zemo.

You and Bucky both turned to glare at him in unison.

This was hard. The comments, all the underlying tension. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, let alone to anyone else but you hadn’t moved on. Not really. It still hurt to think about it. Not in a loud, obvious way but in a slow, aching kind that sat in your chest and made it hard to breathe.


It was over before it ever began. That was the part that stung the most.

You kept your eyes off him. Avoided looking. You didn’t know if he was watching you, and you didn’t care anymore. Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The mission was done. You had stopped the Flash Smaggers’ attack on New York. You’d won.

And yet.

You noticed how close Sam and Bucky had become. You also noticed how far you’d drifted, not just from Sam, but from everyone. Two months. No calls returned. No contact. Just silence. You were alone again. Like before. And somehow, that felt almost familiar. Pathetic, but familiar.

Your boots hit the pavement in steady, silent steps. You were walking nowhere. Just moving.

And then you felt it, the presence behind you. Subtle, careful. But not careful enough. You’d clocked them almost thirty minutes ago. You were trained for this. So you led them here in a dark alley, bad angles.

You pressed your back to the cold brick wall, waited. As soon as the figure passed the corner, you struck. Knife in hand, aiming for the throat.

But they were faster. The blade never made it.


You felt cold metal clamp around your wrist, stopping you mid-motion. Bucky. Of course.

You didn’t hesitate. If anything, that just made you angrier.

You slammed your heel into his solar plexus. He faltered, loosened his grip, and your wrist slipped free. In one fluid motion, you ducked low, sweeping for his legs.
But he was already moving.

Instead, he grabbed your jacket, yanked you forward, and slammed you against the wall with a thud that echoed.

You retaliated immediately, headbutting him hard bone cracking against bone. He staggered, blood running from his nose, and you used the opening to punch him in the stomach.

But before it could collide, he grabbed your wrist, and twisted it back. But you twisted with him, using the momentum to slam your elbow into his ribs again and shove him into the wall.

He gripped your waist, lifted you, and threw you to the ground. Hard.

You hit the concrete with a grunt, For a second, something flickered in his expression, concern, hesitation. And that split-second lapse was all you needed. You kicked upward, catching him in the thigh, rolling to your feet before he could pin you.

You were breathing hard now, both of you bruised, dirt and blood smeared across your clothes, faces cut and scraped from the pavement.

"You think you can just toss me out of a truck and then follow me like nothing happened?" you snarled, your leg connected with the back of his knee to destabilize him. "You don’t get to throw me away literally and come running when you feel like it."

He stumbled back, but he caught himself. "You’re the one who disappeared."

You didn’t even wait. You slammed your elbow to his throat, driving him into the alley wall with a loud thud.

"Because you made it clear I meant nothing to you!"

"I did not mean to hurt you." he spat back, shoving you off him roughly. "You think any of this is easy for me?"

"I don’t care if it’s easy!" You shoved again, fists pounding at his chest now. "You said I toyed with you. You said I didn’t care. You made me feel like I was some stupid little girl who couldn’t take this seriously—"

"You think I don’t feel anything?" His voice cracked, but not out of emotion. Out of sheer frustration. "I was lost and I couldn’t understand you. I was trying to protect you!"

"By humiliating me? By making me feel like shit? You don't get to act like some noble idiot now, Bucky. You’re not the victim."

He lunged again, catching your wrists, holding them against the wall this time. Not gently.

"You think I’m not aware of that?" his voice was low in your ear. "I know I’m screwed up. I know what people see when they look at me. So forgive me if I don’t believe it when someone like you pretends to give a damn."

Your breathing was ragged. The tension between you was suffocating.

"Get your hands off me," you whispered.

He didn’t move. "Say you didn’t mean it."

"What?"

"All the flirting. The drunk night. The things you said. Say you didn’t mean any of it."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. But you didn’t say a word.

That silence was enough.

He let go of you like your skin burned him, and took two steps back.

The distance felt a hell of a lot colder than the fight.

"I was cruel," he said quietly.

"You were," you answered, not softening it for him.

And he nodded, like he knew you would say that. Like he needed to hear it.

“It wasn’t about you,” he said. "But I made it about you. I made you pay for the shit in my head, and that’s on me."

"I no longer care." You lied.

"Please come back." His hand grabbed you arm, softly now. You let him guide you towards him. Although your expression was close.

"No. James don’t."

He ignored you and caressed the bruise that was forming on your forehead.

"I’m sorry." He muttered. You couldn’t tell if he meant the bruise or everything else—but your throat tightened anyway.

You frowned, eyes stinging, and before you could stop yourself, everything that you’ve been bottling up had exploded. Tears spilled over and he saw it.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he could keep the world out.

"It’s okay. I’ve got you." He muttered, his hand stroking your hair.

You sank into him, both of you slowly lowering to the ground. He followed without letting go, holding you as tightly as he could while you cried against his chest.

"You deserve better, doll."

"I don’t–" Your choked on a sob. And he only pulled you tighter.

"We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting you go again."

Dirtied, bloodied, bruised. You both looked wrecked. And somehow, in the thick of it all, you decided to believe him. To start over.

Not with promises. Not with pretty words. But with this—his arms around you, your tears on his shirt, and the silence that didn’t need to be filled.

That was how it would begin: in the comfort of the chaos. Not clean, not easy. But real.

a/n: i was about to separate this one and make a part 3 but i m on my exam period so it was either binge writing it or never finishing it. Thank you for everyone all of you I truly appreciate that you liked the first part !

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[muwapsturniolo]

Third time's the charm 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

"let me make it up to you bun."

⟢ nsfw content ahead, smut, overstimulation, fingering, mentions of sex toys, begging,

@bernardsbendystraws FOR DIVIDER

Self-care was something Bunny loved to participate in. Face masks galore, facial steaming, skincare products, as well as body care too. It was the perfect way to relax, especially with her having two days off from ballet.

It was the perfect weekend for it as well. Doll was out of town on a business trip, leaving the girl alone to do whatever she pleased, including self-pleasure.

She had her whole night planned, half of the activities being done. She had washed her hair and diffused it, she had done all her body care after an everything shower, and she put on the new pajamas she had gotten last week.

She felt good.

She was currently in the kitchen looking for a small snack to eat before she went to her room and started to have fun by herself. Just as she had popped a grape into her mouth, the doorbell had rung. With furrowed brows, she makes her way over, the pink bunny slippers shuffling across the hardwood flooring.

The door opens just a tiny bit, enough for her to see Chris on the other side.

"Chris? What are you doing here?"

He licks his lips as she opens the door wider, her pink lacey pajamas that weren't supposed to be sexual in any way, coming into view. The flowy top hugged her chest perfectly, pressing her boobs together and showing just enough skin. The pajama shorts, if you could call them that, were super short and tight, the material hugging her plump thighs just right. He could only imagine how the cusps of her ass looked.

"You said Doll was out of town, figured I'd keep you company for the night. You gonna let me in?" She smiles softly and does as asked, letting him into the warm home and closing the door. He follows her back into the kitchen, watching as she stands at the counter and continues munching on her grapes.

"Did you bring clothes?" She asks him softly, covering her mouth like she always does when eating. "Nah, figured since you like to steal my clothes, I have something here." He walks up behind her and grabs her waist, kissing her shoulder softly. She turns around and holds up a grape, offering it to him. She pops it in his mouth before pulling away from him.

"You can go change in my room. I have some of your hoodies and a pair of your sweats in my closet." Chris hums and pecks her lips before walking out of the kitchen and making his way to her room. He sighs as he enters the comfortable space, the smell of sugar cookies and vanilla infiltrating his senses. He walks past her bed and towards her closet, catching something in the corner of his eye.

He turns his head, his eyes widening when he sees the objects on the bed.

A baby pink rose toy, as well as lube and a dildo.

He approaches the bed, grabbing the pink phallus and examining it. It was pretty big, similar to his dick size that stands at 7 inches. It looked like it was made of jelly, a few veins running up along the side.

He smirks as he grabs the lube and throws it into her nightstand along with the dildo, hiding the rose toy under one of her many pillows.

The night continues, the couple ending up in her bedroom, lying down and watching a movie. He was shocked she didn't react to her toys being gone from her bed, but he figured she was distracted. It was no secret that Bunny was completely infatuated with Chris. When he was around, it seemed as if the girl's brain shut off and only focused on him.

Chris was currently sitting with his back against the headboard, Bunny lying between his legs with her eyes trained on the TV. He begins to kiss her shoulder, trailing soft kisses up to her neck before nipping softly. She tries to turn around, but Chris keeps her in place, one of his hands settling on her thigh.

"Did you have any other plans for tonight?" He murmurs in her ear, his breath hot and causing goosebumps to rise along her arms.

"Mmm, no." Chris smirks at her answer, his hands starting to rub at her thighs.

"I think you're lying Bun."

"No I'm no- Really? Because the dildo and vibrator that were on your bed said otherwise." He chuckles feeling her whole body tense, the embarrassment settling in. She tries to turn her body once more, Chris still holding her in place.

"I-I didn't know you were com- Shhhh it's ok Bun. I should be the one apologizing for ruining your night." He begins to snake his right hand into her shorts.

"Let me make it up to you Bun."

She gasps softly as a singular finger swipes through her folds, gathering her juices before circlining her clit. Her whole body relaxes into Chris's touch, his fingers drawing lazy figure eights on her sensitive bundle of nerves. He continues to plant open-mouth kisses along her neck, whispering sweet and dirty words into her ear.

As she opens her legs wider, giving him more room, he trails his left hand up from her thigh to her chest, groping her breast softly. He tweaks at her nipple through the lacey material of her pajama top, enjoying the way she mewls out and arches her back.

He speeds up his ministrations, the lewd and crude sloshing sound of her juices getting louder as well as her moans.

"Come on baby, know you're close."

He focuses on the way her toes curl, her breath hitching and her back arching as she comes closer and closer to her high. She was teetering on the edge of release, but she needed more.

"M-more, please!" She breathes out, her needy pleas making Chris hum.

"You can do it, be a good girl for me Bun."

She begins to grind against his hand, each movement of her hips matching up with his quick swipes over her clit. It seems like that was just enough for her to reach euphoria, her eyes rolling back as she crumbles into his touch.

But Chris wasn't done.

He grabs her jaw and angles her head back, his lips finding hers in a greedy and sloppy kiss. The two of them work together through the kiss to get her shorts off, throwing the pink material somewhere in the room.

As she remains distracted, Chris reaches underneath the pillow to the side of him and grabs the rose toy. The girl yanks away from the kiss just as the device makes contact with her clit, her hips jerking at the overstimulation.

"F-fuck - Language Bunny." Chris presses the toy harder against her clit, enjoying the way she clenches her eyes shut and her thighs quiver. She was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, her juices leaking onto the white sheets - It was too much.

"Chris, pl-please!" She grabs at his wrist, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to breath. He turns the vibrator up one setting, smiling sadistically as she throws her head back and lets out a mix of a moan and a sob. Chris wraps his left hand around her throat, squeezing gently.

"You can handle it," she breathes heavily, sniffling as she tries to stop her body from seizing up. Despite the overstimulation, her hole was aching, clenching as it begged to be filled and stretched out.

"P-please I- nghh- need you!"

"Aww, my little Bunny needs me? I thought this was too much?" He chuckles as her eyes roll back once more, her moans getting louder and louder every second.

"Give me one more and I'll give you what you want. Be a good girl."

It doesn't take that much time for her to reach that peak, her juices splashing all over Chris's hand and her bed. She heaves and pants harshly as Chris pulls the vibrator away, throwing it somewhere along the bed as he moves from behind her.

He settles between her legs, looking down at her dripping cunt. His eyes drift back up to her face, her dazed eyes meeting his. He pulls his sweats down along with his boxers, his aching cock slapping is abdomen. She whimpers seeing his large member, eager to be filled, yet scared about how sensitive she is.

He lines himself up, swiping his tip through her folds and watching the way she flitches as he nudges her clit. In one swift movement, he slips inside of her, the air being knocked out of her lungs. He pushes her legs to her chest, setting a brutal and fast pace.

Tears were rushing down her face, her breathing erratic as she tried to slow him down, but he wasn't letting up.

Her body was on fire, she could feel everything yet nothing all at once. Incoherent babbles were tumbling from her mouth, and all Chris could do was coo at her.

He eventually does slow down, opting for long and harsh thrusts. She could feel every single ridge of his dick, his mushroom tip dragging along her aching and abused walls.

"C-can't ta - Yes you can." Chris urges, now using his thumb to swipe at her clit.

"Come on Bun, can feel you clamping down on me. Make a mess."

At his firm and encouraging words, her back arches as her legs spasm, her juices seeping out in large amounts.

Chris's own high follows soon after, the milky white liquid coating her walls and her puffy lips. She lies upon the bed looking like a full-on mess. Her thighs were completely soaked, a thin layer of sweat covering her body. Her hair was frizzy, the tight curls looking as if they were brushed out.

He attempts to clean up their mess, going to wipe between her legs, only to stop when she snaps them shut and whines. Thinking quickly, he goes to her bathroom and runs them a bath.

Soon enough, the two are in the tub, Chris holding her as she lies half asleep in the hot water.

"You relaxed now Bun?"

She hums sleepily, still completly spent and fucked out from Chris's so called apology. He chuckles softly and begins to lather her body in soap, mumbling sweet and soft words as she falls into a deeper sleep.

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( academic rivals to lovers )

You were a top student— coming second to only Yeon Sieun. Regardless of how much you studied, prepared and revised— the rankings would never budge. No matter what quiz or competition you would take part in, Sieun would always seize the gold.

This was a start of a one-sided rivalry that not even Sieun was aware of. Poor boy was always confused as to why you glared at him in the hallways and why you would always turn sour everytime you saw him in the cafeteria.

Your anger and jealousy towards the pretty eyed boy soon turned into appreciation and awe after you realised how hard he studies and how many hours he pours into his notes. However, you still considered him your rival and desired to triumph over him.

You sighed dejected, looking at the equation in front of you. You were in the library after school. No matter how many times you tried, you never got the same answer as the answer booklet. You stared at your notebook, hoping that the answer would appear out of thin air or that the equation would solve itself.

“That’s not how you do it.” You turned towards the source of the voice, only to find yeon sieun, your sworn rival, standing behind your seat holding a physics workbook. You didn’t respond, only stared at him, tilting your head and prompting him to continue.

“Let me help you.” Sieun said as he pulled the chair next to you, you looked at him as he met your eyes, realising just how pretty his eyes are. Meeting his eyes flustered you, so you turned your head quickly towards the notebook as you slided it towards sieun and uttered a shy thankyou.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ahn suho

( amnesia )

One year and nine months. That’s how long Suho was unconscious for. You had imagined him waking up everyday, he would take your name and ask you if you missed him. You had created multiple scenarios of what you would do when he would wake up. But never in your wildest dreams had you expected him to wake up with amnesia— forgetting who you were.

The ache in your heart was equal to the relief that had come with Suho waking up. Suho was devastated and utterly remorseful for not remembering you or the memories he had shared with you. It’s not your fault. It’s okay. You had told him as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Suho had vowed to make sure he never forgot any of the new memories he made with you from now on.

“You know,” Suho starts as you push his wheelchair under the shade of the tree. “I am going to think of this as a blessing in disguise.”

You look at him as he continues. “I am going to think of this as an opportunity, because i get to fall in love with you twice.”

His soft smile made blood rush to your cheeks.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ oh beomseok

( lovers to enemies )

What started out as an innocent romance had turned into a frustrating relationship. You genuinely liked beomseok, more than you could accept out loud. You found him charming and endearing. You loved his smile and how his eyes would close every time he did so. You loved him.

You always wondered how people could support their partners regardless of their choices, and by finally getting into a relationship, you had found out how. You were ready to support beomseok in whatever he did, cheer him on and praise his accomplishments. You were ready to follow him to the end of the earth.

However, his actions had crossed the line, you could no longer look at him the same after what he had pulled. Your heart ached every time you looked at him, he had turned into a monster. You could no longer stay in a relationship with him.

“You are supposed to be on my side.” He spoke, full of anger and harshness, he felt betrayed— you, his own significant other, found his actions wrong.

“I can’t be on the side of someone who cuts of brakes of his frien–” “He’s not my friend.” He cut you off.

That moment you realised, the boy you cherished oh so deeply, the boy who would sacrifice his well being for his own loved ones was long gone.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ jeon seokdae

( the boy next door )

You lived on rent in a one bedroom flat, the rent was cheap and the area was not bad— a clinic, a convenience store, a bank were all in the close proximity of the apartment complex. Not to mention the area was safe too. A cute guy moved next door and you couldn’t ask for more. He had long hair and a cute nose and everyday you wished you could catch more than just a glimpse of him.

Fate must’ve been in your favour, you were sharing the elevator with him! You tried to start small talk with him but his responses were small and curt. You had hoped to get to know him better but it didn’t work out. However, a few days later, he had knocked on your door asking for some salt. After a few days, it was sugar, then milk, then a cup of rice. This soon started a small friendship between you.

“Are you free this saturday?” Seokdae asked, not meeting your eyes and instead focusing on the potted plant in the hallway.

“Yeah, why?” You asked as you put in the passkey of your door, wondering if it was about the upcoming baseball match of your favourite team.

“So what about a dinner date? I’ll cook.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ youngyi

( coworkers to lovers )

You worked part-time at a boutique. A girl a year younger than you had joined, and as you were more experienced than her, you were tasked to teach her everything about the work. Youngyi was cheerful and worked hard and was kind of cute too, so you looked forward to working with her everyday.

Today was a specifically busy day, several clients had walked in and bought stuff, it was honestly kind of hectic. Youngyi had gotten in trouble for giving an attitude to a rude customer and was scolded by the owner for the same. You were in the staff lounge with her as she sobbed.

“It’s okay, Youngyi-ya. In this field of work it happens sometimes. Let me treat you to dinner today.” You said patting her back.

The idea of free dinner must’ve excited her because her tears had now stopped and she had excitedly said how she can’t wait for the boutique to close for the day.

“If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve quit way back.” She said as her eyes shined.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ seo juntae

( tutor x tutee )

Juntae could not understand why you had insisted that he tutor you chemistry instead of the Yeon Sieun. It was simple. You were truly smitten by the cute boy and his cute mannerisms and you wanted to get to know him better and rizz him up.

Your lessons would’ve been helpful if you paid attention to what Juntae said instead of focusing on how he often spoke with a pout, how often he stuttered when your eyes were on him and how often he would ask you if you were paying attention or lost in your thoughts.

“Did you understand?” He asked, honestly you didn’t even listen to what he said, you were too focused on how he pouted when you asked him about this specific equation and how his eyes squinted as he thought and then when he began actually explaining- you were too focused on his cheeks.

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you.” You uttered shamelessly.

“What?” Juntae choked on his spit, ears getting redder every passing millisecond.

“You must be made of copper and tellurium because you are so damn CuTe.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ go hyuntak

( childhood friend to lovers )

You had known Go Hyuntak before you knew what friends were. Your moms were friends and neighbours, you were the same age, so it was only natural for you both to grow up together and be so close. You both were always there for each other.

Be it you getting rejected by the senior you confessed to or one of those days where Gotak thought of himself being lesser than others, you both were always there to comfort and support each other.

“You absolute fucking idiot.” You cursed out Gotak as you disinfected his wounds.

“You’re overreacting, I am totally fine.” He tries to soothe you with his words and smile but his smile soon turns into a pained expression when you spray disinfectant on him.

“Your definition of totally fine just encompasses being alive.” You bite.

He is about to respond smugly but he stops himself when he notices the tears brimming in your eyes. He envelopes you in a soft hug and pats you.

“I am sorry.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ park 'baku' humin

( persistent admirer x tired employee )

You were just a convenience store employee. Park Humin was a regular. He often bought snacks and always flirted with you. You would have reciprocated his attempts if it was not for his reputation as a delinquent in your area. You were not looking for any trouble.

His attempts to woo you with his sub-par pick up lines always failed, however you would be lying if you said you did not find them cute or endearing. One day he had barged in and bought nothing, he had told you that he had a big fight tomorrow and if he won, you would have to go on a date with him. Other customers were watching and you had hastily agreed to it.

He entered the store, bloodied and bruised, but he smiled so brightly.

“I won, so go on a date with me. You promised!”

You were concerned, surprised and flattered altogether. How could you not be? The first thing he did after winning the fight was rush to you. And he was still very badly hurt

When you nodded and smiled he went red.

“Now, come here, let me patch you up.”

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ geum seongje

( hate to love you )

Geum Seonje was a mystery to most. He was someone to be feared. He was rash and impulsive and did anything and everything he wanted without caring for the repercussions. He was a boy of doom, who would only bring destruction to those around him.

But he smiled so beautifully, how could you not fall for his face? He was a man of ideals and followed his ideals only. He only did what he found worth the chase or romantic. You happened to be both. So he won you over. But there was no denying that he was a piece of shit. You hated him and everything he stood for.

“I hate your ass so much.” You spoke out crossing your arms and leaning on the wall.

Seongje didn’t say anything as he pulled out a lighter to light his cigarette.

Because you both knew, you loved him more than you hated him.

──────── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ na baekjin

( right person, wrong time )

You had a crush on Na Baekjin. That was a fact. He was an enigma and people are always drawn to what they don’t know. And so were you. Not to mention, Na Baekjin was kind of cute. He had pretty, cat-like eyes and was good at studies.

You would often put some snacks and beverages on his desk when no one was around along with some notes of encouragement and reminders to take proper rest. You were doing pretty great as a secret admirer.

Baekjin knew it was you, but he pretended not to know and played along. He would always have a small smile every time he saw something from you on his desk.

You finally gathered courage to come out and confess it was you.

“I reciprocate your feelings, I do like you and appreciate everything you've done for me. But I can't date you, I have too many responsibilities on my shoulders right now.“

You feigned understanding and nodded along, you said it was okay, and that you were fine.

“I am truly sorry.” He bowed and looked in your eyes one last time before he left. You couldn't meet his eyes.

He left you to pick the broken pieces of your heart. You were not fine.

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[bakug0uzb1thc]

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! reader

Suggestive !!

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This photo just gives off Katsuki- idk he likes that you guys are on a certain level of comfort in your relationship where he can touch you wherever and you don’t protest his actions or shy away from him.

This might be a bit ooc but he loves giving subtle touches, he thinks he’s so slick when he lightly grabs your waist when he reaches over you to grab something from a shelf or when he kisses you and takes a nice whiff of your scent .

But when he’s being bold, he knows it’s obvious when he gropes you. (Completely consensual!!!!)

He’s so nonchalant about it and it genuinely gets you going when he acts like it’s a normal thing (it is with you guys but you get what I’m saying.)

Most of the time it’s not even in a sexual way, he just likes touching you.

Doesn’t matter if he’s holding your hand or man handling your ass from the back he can’t not touch you.

You asked him one time if he was a ‘ass or tits guy’ and he just scoffed. he said “stupid ass question.” The only reason he said that was because he genuinely can’t choose, if he can have a hand on your thigh, ass or tits he’s happy.

“Mhh.. cakes..” he mumbled into your neck breathing in your sweet scent .

You were sat in his lap back against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. His head burried in your neck and his hot breath making the hairs on your neck stick up.

You both were supposed to be watching a movie but it just turned into you watching.

It was past his bedtime which made you roll your eyes— he’s a whole 17 year old with a bed time.

“Shhh the movie is getting good.” You didn’t care that he was literally attached to you, you just wanted to watch the movie.

“Nah. Freedom of speech.” He rubbed his nose against your skin, the feeling giving you shivers.

His hands once wrapped around you slowly crept its way up your shirt— and lucky for him you weren’t wearing a bra.

Just like that your shirt was crumpled on your chest and his hands filled with the meat of your boobs. Your top half completely exposed.

“You’re no better than mineta..” you sighed as he quite literally squished the plush skin of your boobs. Not one or two shy squishes, no this man was using your boobs as stress balls.

“Don’t care, yer fuckin soft. I live for this shit.” he continued his kneading, his head drowsy as he tried to fight the sleep that loomed over him.

“Pshh okay Kats, whatever makes you happy.” You giggled leaning more into his touch.

You would kill for soft Bakugou and it wasn’t even funny (he’d do the same.)

(I wrote this 4 TIMES FOR IT NOT TO SAVE, TUMBLR WTH.)

[quillcraftconquer]

TW: Pure smut

Captain Price’s cock drives into you again, the stainless steel table he has you propped up on scooting backwards another inch. Your body slides with it, disconnecting him just an inch to where he isn't seated full inside of you.

His hands immediately grab your hips, pulling you back down. Your skin squeaks against the metal, your fingers curling around the edge in an attempt to ground yourself.

"No runnin'," he muttered, lining himself up again. "You're takin' every fuckin' inch."

He thrust forward again, so deep you swore you could feel him inside your stomach. Before you had time to gasp, he was already dipping his head down, tongue slipping inside your mouth and swallowing whatever desperate sound you were going to make. His beard was still wet from being in between your thighs, the taste of you on him making your toes curl. You arched your back up to him, and his hands slid to the small of your back, changing his thrust to an angle that had you seeing stars.

"You wanted this," he hissed through gritted teeth, "Didn’t you, love? Thought I wouldn't notice?"

Fuck, you did want this. You’d brush up on him, bending to pick up supplies, or smear a little sauce on his lip when you made the men taste what you cooked. 

You just didn't think he’d act on it. 

It was supposed to just be some light teasing, banter.

You never thought you'd be bent over your own kitchen counter, ruthlessly fucked by him.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You cried out, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming feeling.

His head dipped down again, lips gently brushing alongside the shell of your ear. His thrusts slowed for a moment, antagonizigly so.

“You’re not sorry yet, love.”

Captain Price pulled out slowly, your arousal glistening on his cock. He turned you over with a surprising gentleness, your feet landing on the top of his boots as he slid back into you. 

"Good girl," he purred, "Doing so fuckin' good for me, love. So perfect."

His hand clasped the back of your neck, holding you down as he continued to fuck you. One hand came down on your ass, the sharp sting flushing your skin.

"Look at you," he growled between long, filthy strokes. "So ready. Bet you’ve been drippin' for me all day, haven’t you, love?"

Each thrust knocked the breath out of you, Price's hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise and dragging you back to meet every brutal drive of his cock.

Teeth sank into your shoulder blade, causing you to jolt forward in surprise. 

"Say it," he snarled against your skin. "Tell me who fuckin' owns you."

“You do.” You moaned.

“Again. Say my name.”

“Fuck- You do, John.”

He groaned and slammed into you harder, driving you up the table with every thrust.

Your orgasm hit, knees buckling as Price’s hand caught you, holding you against the table for him as he fucked you through it.

Price cursed, grinding deep inside you, hips jerking as he came with his forehead pressed against the middle of your back.

He pulled out slowly, a soft, almost pained sound catching in his throat at the loss of you. His hands skimmed down your sides, soothing touches that chased away the last tremors of aftershock.

"You alright, love?" he murmured.

You nodded weakly, unable to find your voice yet. 

He pressed a kiss into your hair, murmuring against your scalp:

"Did so fuckin' good for me, sweetheart. So perfect."

[miscellaneousdae]

WHEN YOU GET EASILY OVERWHELMED | SKZ⁸

ᝰ.ᐟ note: me core 😻 this one’s for the anxiety and ADHD girlies!!

౨ৎ — BANG CHAN 🐺

chris can read you like a book. so, when he sees your expression shift, the way you look somewhere in between angry and about to burst into tears, he knows you’re overwhelmed. he’s also caught onto what kinds of situations make you feel that way — lack of time, peer pressure, deadlines, things like that always seem to really get under your skin. which, he gets it. he doesn’t react the way you do, but he understands how stressful it is, and also understands that everyone reacts to things differently.

he’s the type to gently stop you from what you’re doing, with a gentle, “hey.” he gives you that look, the one that both reassures you that he’s with you, and reminds you to not overexert yourself. he’ll cup your cheeks in his hands, looking you directly in the eyes.

“breathe, baby,” he coos softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “you’re alright, it’s okay,” he says softly against your skin, then kisses your nose, your cheeks, and then presses his forehead against yours. “what can i do? you gotta talk to me, sweetheart.”

౨ৎ — LEE MINHO 🐈

this man is having none of it, when you get overwhelmed. he’s the type to gently tap your forehead, his brows furrowed, a stern expression on his face. “quit being mean to my baby,” he’d say, as if addressing your brain directly.

it works, sometimes. it’s enough to make you smile, and he usually goes from there, but when it doesn’t work?

he’ll wrap his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug. he squeezes you so tightly, and kisses your head softly. “there’s no reason to be this stressed about it,” he’ll tell you softly. “i’m not saying you can’t be stressed, but this is only a moment in time, baby,” he’ll remind you, while he rubs the back of your head, his cheek rested on your hair.

“it’s okay, my baby. feel how you need to feel and then let’s work it out, okay?”

౨ৎ — SEO CHANGBIN 🐇

if he could physically fist fight whatever ails you, he would. this man would fight a million inanimate objects just for stressing you out…but that’s not a realistic solution. so, when he sees that glossy look in your eyes and notices your nervous fidgeting, he starts small.

he’ll grab your hand, kiss your knuckles. sometimes all you need is the small reassurance, but he monitors you carefully, and when the small touches aren’t enough, he’ll gently guide you away from whatever it is that’s stressing you at that moment.

he’s the type who would lay you down, then lay on top of you, rambling about “it’s called a deep pressure reset” while he rubs your sides. when you’re calmed down, he’ll pepper kisses over your face and ask you to talk him through what’s stressing you out.

“yeah? my poor baby. you don’t have to struggle by yourself.”

౨ৎ — HWANG HYUNJIN 🥟

he, too, gets easily overwhelmed. he knows what it’s like, knows that when the feeling comes, there’s only so much that can be done. sometimes, you just have to feel it out.

hyunjin is the type to remind you that you aren’t alone. he’ll rub circles into your back, the touch alone a reminder for you to take a deep breath, take it one step at a time. you typically end up in his arms, and he always smiles a little when you just turn to him and crawl into his embrace.

he’ll wrap his arms around you and give you a sweet, soft kiss, before he guides your head into the crook of his neck, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“take a break, angel. this will still be here later. right now, focus on me, and focus on relaxing.”

౨ৎ — HAN JISUNG 🐿️

han seems the type to really feel whatever you feel…which is why he decided he needed to come home early. he could tell through your texts to him, your tone, that you were clearly having a hard time, and how is he supposed to focus when he knows you’re struggling?

and he finds out he was right when he walks through the door to hear shaky breaths, and find you with shaky hands and watery eyes.

“none of that, it’s okay,” he coos, as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other coming up to wipe your tears from your cheeks. “it’s okay, i’m here,” he promises, cradling the back of your head with his hand, and leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“hannie’s here. you’re okay, baby.”

౨ৎ — LEE FELIX 🐣

in a way, felix finds it endearing. the fact that you need his comfort and reassurance just makes his heart swell a little bit, because how is he the lucky person that gets to be who you go to when you need someone?

he’s always so so sweet, giving you a warm hug, while he cradles the back of your head, his voice deep and soothing in your ear. “you’re just overwhelmed,” he murmurs, “it sucks, but it’s okay, yeah? just feel it out, angel,” he tells you gently, kissing the side of your head.

he’ll sway you back and forth, maybe hum softly, depending on what kind of mood you seem to be in.

“i’m always here for you, pretty.”

౨ৎ — KIM SEUNGMIN 🐶

seungmin is just a chill guy, and that actually seems to be helpful when you’re overwhelmed. he’s logical and practical, so when you’re spiraling about things, he can always bring you back down to reality.

“baby, why are you stressing over this when you have it figured out? you’ve got this,” he’ll assure you, bringing your head onto his shoulder, rubbing the back of it. “you’re worked up for no reason, because you’re smart, and it’s gonna be okay, yeah? just take a deep breath,” he’ll talk softly.

“todays stress isn’t gonna make it any easier, okay? relax, because you’ve got this.”

౨ৎ — YANG JEONGIN 🦊

jeongin still struggles with handling it. he gets a little panicky, and it sometimes takes him a few minutes of thinking about what to do or say, before he can jump to helping you. when he does though, he’s cautious and gentle.

he’ll start with a hand stroking your hair, and he’ll ask you what’s wrong. you explain, and there’s always a few moments of silence between exchanged words, that’s usually him thinking of the best way to help.

so, when it’s just one of those days, he’ll gently guide you away from what you’re doing, and gently rub your sides. “i’m sorry i’m not better at helping you,” he’ll murmur, kissing your lips softly.

“what if we go get some snacks and just take a break together, hm?”

[dantes-jacket]

Picture perfect

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: request #10!! You’re bored so you ask Dante if you can do a makeup look on him and he agrees. This has so much fluff, this is so cute (he’s so cute)

Today is a chill day with no responsibilities lined up. Even though you wish for days like these, you can get bored quite easily. To cure your boredom you decide to test out new makeup look.

You enter the bathroom to grab your makeup bag and head downstairs. You know if you’re going to try a new makeup look you should have more space and a bigger mirror to look into compared to your compact mirror. But you want to be by your boyfriend. Dante’s been all over the place recently so it’s been hard to sit down and enjoy his presence. Since he’s finally here and to stay for now you want to be around him as much as you can.

He’s quietly sitting on the couch cleaning and taking care of his weapons. You sit down at his desk and pull out all the stuff you need. You think about a look to do when you’re suddenly hit with an idea.

“Dante?”

“Yes baby?” He turns his attention from his weapons to you.

“Can I do a makeup look on you?”

“Sure.”

“REALLY!?”

He chuckles at your excitement, “Yes baby. Let me just put these away first and you can do whatever you want.”

“YIPE!”

He gets up and puts his weapons neatly away in the little armory he has. Dante then falls back onto the couch and spreads his legs giving you the go ahead to come over. You quickly rush over to him with everything in hand and plop down into his lap. His hands automatically grab your waist to hold you steady.

“So baby what’s the plan?”

“I wanna do a rock look on you.”

“Like the kind with the heavy eyeliner?”

You grin at his question, “Yes, exactly! The contrast between the black eyeliner and your blue eyes should make your eyes pop.”

He smiles at your excitement, “Well then, go ahead.”

You dig in your bag for your headband. You find it at the very bottom and pull it out. You slip it over Dante’s head and push it back so it’s holding his hair out of his face. When no stray hairs are in your way you go to find your eyeliner.

Dante reaches up and touches the headband and feels little bumps on the headband top. “Uh why is there bumps on your headband?” He questions.

“Oh it’s suppose to look like panda ears.”

He smirks, “I like pandas, now I can proudly say I am one.”

You giggle while tilting his head back a bit. “Okay you have to stay still for this so I don’t poke you in the eye with my pencil.”

“Wait you’re drawing on me with an actual pencil!?” Eyes blown wide by hesitation.

“No! It’s an eyeliner pencil…”

“Oh… yeah right I knew that.”

You roll your eyes and murmur, “Yeah sure.” He pinches your side and you wiggle in his grasp. You send him a look and he immediately stops his actions. You once again tilt his head back and begin.

You start at the waterline because you know that’s going to be the hardest part. You gently put some pressure down on him while coloring his water line. You try and go as quickly as you can so he doesn’t squirm or blink his eye. Which is proving to be difficult.

After shimming under you, you place your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “You gotta stop moving handsome or I’m going to accidentally end up hurting you.”

“But my eyes are so watery from not blinking.” He whines.

“I know but the quicker you let me do this part the quicker it’ll be over.”

He relents and stops moving. You then take the opportunity to keep going. You just have a little bit more of the waterline to color then you’re done with that part. You go closer to the corner of his eye and make sure to get the little inside corner. With that you finished step one of the eye look.

You ask him to close his eyes and he does so without question. You quickly draw a line across his lash line and bring it further out past his eyes to create a wing. You then reach your finger up and smudge it to give it that faded edgy look to it. Step two done.

You then ask him to open his eyes again and he does so without fail. You then draw a thick line under his eye and bring it up to connect to the wing you just made. For a second time you bring up your finger and smudge the line to create the same look you just did on top. You pull back a bit to look at your masterpiece. You were right with your claim from earlier. The black eyeliner makes his eyes POP.

You jump up and down a bit under you feel a firm send of hands slam you down. You focus more on Dante’s whole face instead of just his eye and you see him looking directly at you. “As much as I love you bouncing on me, if you keep doing that you’re never going to finish this.”

You flush at what he’s implying and you just slowly nod your head. “I finished your eyeliner look on that eye. I just have to do the mascara then I’ll do the other eye.”

Dante lets out a low hum to let you know he understands. You grab your mascara and quickly put it on both set of his lashes. You once again look at your masterpiece and grin ear to ear, “It looks great! Time to do the other eye!”

You quickly copy the look on the other eye and Dante actually doesn’t budge one bit. He must be use to it or he’s just zoned out. You lean back and compare both eyes and make tiny adjustments so they perfectly match one another.

Dante asks if you’re done yet and you explain to him you still have to do his face makeup. He doesn’t put up a fight but you can tell he’s getting a bit antsy. He can never sit around in one spot for too long, he always has to be doing something. With that you quickly put on concealer, foundation and powder. He already has perfect and smooth skin so the makeup doesn’t really add much but you’re having a lot of fun putting this on.

That’s also why you think Dante isn’t complaining about sitting here for so long. He knows he’s been gone a lot recently and he’s seen the toll it has taken on you. The thought of cutting this moment short and potentially upsetting you makes him unsettled. Even though it’s starting to get uncomfortable for him sitting here for so long, he’ll let it happen if it means you’re happy.

“Okay last part. Open your mouth slightly.”

He raises an eye brow but does as he’s told. You lightly put some clear lipgloss on him to tie together the look. You hand him your tiny compact mirror and he looks at it. He lets out a long whistle, “Damn baby it looks really good.” He brings his hand up around his eye to lightly feel it and look at different angles of it.

“Wait!” You hop out off of his lap and dart upstairs. You push open the bedroom door and go to your nightstand. You open the top drawer and pull out a camera you have. You slam the drawer and rush back down stairs. You grab Dante’s hand and pull him off the couch.

“It’s picture time!” You hold out the camera and jump up and down.

Dante walks to the opposite side of the room and starts doing poses. He does different rock poses, he plays the air guitar, and dances. You two are laughing and smiling uncontrollably while doing this photoshoot. Your camera definitely is filled with photos of him now but you don’t mind. You know you’ll keep these photos and memories close to your heart.

Dante then takes the camera from your hands and holds it up. He turns it around so it’s facing you two. He pulls you into him and takes a photo. He then moves his hand that was lower on your body to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss and takes a picture of that too.

Dante lowers the camera and throws it on the couch and uses that free hand to deepen the kiss. The kiss is a bit sticky because of the lipgloss you put on him. You can’t help but love the feeling though. Any time you get to kiss Dante it feels like you’re having your first kiss all over again. He’s never one just to do a simple kiss and leave it at that. He always has to deepen it and have it last awhile.

You two separate and you look at his lip. You laugh when you see the clear lip gloss is spread all around his mouth now. You stand on your tip toes and raise your hand to wipe off the excess lipgloss that isn’t on his lips. He smiles at your actions and at your delicate touch.

After you wiped it off you go and grab the camera and look at the photos. Dante comes up behind you and pulls you into his embrace. He sets his chin on your shoulder and watches you go through all the photos. When you go through all of the photos of him you take your time looking at the photos of you two. You both look so happy and in love. You wouldn’t trade these photos for the world.

“We should get these printed.” Dante voices.

“For sure. I can out tomorrow and do that.” You quickly agree.

“Sounds perfect baby,” he gently whispers before kissing your temple. “But print the one of us kissing a couple times. I’m putting one in my jacket so I can look at it when I’m away from home.”

You turn to face him with the most excited face he’s ever seen, “I love you.” You confidently state.

“I love you more baby.”

@moon-cakiie this was so fun to write! Hope you enjoyed it :)

[sylusmisshunter]

18+ MINORS DNI ‼️

TAGS : forbidden romance, smut, piv sex, bathroom sex , forbidden love, forbidden desire, sylus is downbad, fear of getting caught, insatiable desires, mirror sex, cunnilingus, oral sex (f! Receiving) unprotected sex.

word count : 2.9k

ao3 link 🫶🏻 (pls leave kudos and comments, ty)

note : 2.9k words of pure filth, wrote this with one hand or whatever man, I need this man biblically. reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻 also, if any of you want me to write anything feel free to give me the prompt I'd be happy to indulge in your desires hahahah that's it enjoy the fic!

HUNTED

Sylus didn't expect to see his beloved dragon li along with her fellow hunters wandering in a place like this. This place is crawling with predators, who'll grab a prey without hesitation on sight. However, tonight there was one of the biggest auctions taking place in the n109 zone and as always, sylus had to be there. Since ninety percent of the dealings were being bought by him.

His gaze followed the woman gracefully walking around the auction hall with a glass of champagne on her hand. An elegant red dress hugged her body like a second skin. Her lips, painted with the darkest shade of red. Her beautiful, beautiful hair, tied in a low bun making her look ethereal. Oh how he'd die everyday just for this sight alone. His smirk widened a bit when he saw a glimpse of a shotgun bound securely on her thigh with a strap. My kitten has done her homework well. He thought. Her fellow hunters were trying to blend in among everyone trying not to be suspicious. After all he was the one they were after.

Being pursued by his dragon li was all he ever dreamt of. But we all knew that this hunt will only make him enjoy it all too well. He knew that very well. He was invincible to everyone. Sylus swirled the amber liquid in his glass completely unbothered by the 9 million bounty on his head and was on top of the wanted list of the hunter's association. That was also something he was proud of. Sensing his foreboding hungry gaze, his prey finally tilted her head towards the vip area where he was seated somewhere within the shadows. She couldn't see him, but she felt him. She felt him watching her with that shit eating smirk of his that somehow always makes her legs feel like jelly.

Goosebumps erupted on her hands and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She quickly opened her phone to text him.

Miss hunter : Quit staring you creep. It's making me nervous. Why are you here? You should go back to your mansion, the whole hunter's association is here. What if they catch you?

Her palms sweated as she typed the text and sent it. Her eyes nervously scanned the area where all her colleagues were waiting for any hint of who sylus was. Almost immediately her phone vibrated with a notification from the devil himself.

Sylus : I can stare at you all I want, nothing and nobody can stop me. Aren't you supposed to be after me? Or are you more concerned about my safety, sweetie?

His gaze locked into her and he saw her biting her lip as she glanced at her phone. His text to be exact. A tell. She was nervous, not because of the mission-no. She was far too skilled for that, she was nervous because of him, because he had that effect on her.

The auctioneer's voice rang throughout the hall announcing the sale of another extravagant item that was probably left by sylus because he didn't like it. He barely paid attention to that, his focus was all on his huntress, his real prize. She was right there among the crowd pretending to look for him. A small smile grazed his lips as he typed in another text message.

Sylus : You're looking beautiful tonight, as always. The red suits you. But sweetie, you didn't wear it for the hunt, did you? Mocking me by wearing the same dress I gifted you while trying to hunt me down? I must say your courage is admirable.

Sylus watched as her shoulders went stiff upon reading his message. A low, velvety chuckle left his throat as he tilted his head watching her intently. She typed in a message quickly.

Miss hunter : You're so full of yourself.

No response. Not immediately. But she felt him, his gaze, burning through her, undressing her in the room full of powerful criminals in the N109 zone. Her grip tightened on the stem of her glass filled with champagne tighter as she tried to focus on her team's signal codes. But her body had other plans.

Her body remembered him. The press of his mouth just below her ear. The roughness of his large, calloused hands when he didn't even bother pretending to be gentle with her. Claiming her in the most feral way possible. The way her name left his mouth like a sin he would inevitably commit again and again. Her body shuddered as she stumbled trying to gather herself. Her skin prickled with heat. She shifted her weight to another heel and turned towards the grand hallway that led to the private lounges, balcony and restrooms. She needed a moment to collect herself, to breathe.

Her steps were shaky as she walked through the corridors completely oblivious and unaware of the shadow trailing behind her. Just as she was about to take a turn, a strong muscular arm snaked around her waist pulling her flush against his chest as he dragged her towards the bathrooms before she could even gasp. The door clicked shut behind her, her back pressing against it.

A soft breath left her lips as she swallowed his godly, intimidating presence.

"Missed me, kitten?"

His voice was like a kiss laced with venom. So sweet, so dangerous. So lethal.

Sylus' body caged her with practiced ease. One hand resting against the wall above her head while his other softly brushed along the slit of her dress, fingers ghosting mere inches from the strap that was holding her shotgun in her thigh.

Her breath hitched as she looked up at him with hooded eyes, her throat running dry from their proximity. "You're insane, sylus. You shouldn't be here!"

"Mm." His eyes trailed down to her soft, plump lips that were practically begging to be kissed. "And yet here we are, Miss hunter. You walked right into my trap."

She shoved at his chest, weakly. "I didn-.." he didn't even budge, instead his hand grabbed the shotgun from her holster and placed it on her hand pointing the gun at himself.

"Arrest me, miss hunter. I'm all yours." A mocking smirk was plastered on his face as he looked at her as if she's his sole source of entertainment. She was so cute when she's all red and flustered. He thought. The warmth of his hot breath fanning against her shot straight through her. Her thighs involuntarily pressing together. His eyes caught the movement instantly and his smirk widened.

His eyes raked over her body, drinking in every dip and curve. "You wore this dress specifically knowing I'd be here. You know, you look so pure and beautiful in this. Makes me want to ruin you completely." His voice fell merely to a whisper as he leaned in even closer. Chest to chest as his hand slid up her thigh with maddening slowness. "And now, you're all flustered. Your little heart's pounding and you still haven't pulled that trigger on me kitten. I'm starting to think you don't actually want to catch me. You just like the thrill of the chase, the hunt."

She swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. "Because I know better than to make a scene in an auction hall filled with criminals."

His chuckle was low and cruel. "Sweetie, you are the scene."

In an instant his mouth was on hers. He kissed her, not lovingly, not soft, not tentative. It was the kiss of a man who knew she hated him for making her feel like this, for how much she wanted him. It was demanding. Her hands curled into his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, until their teeth clattered, like she needed him like she needed air to breathe. Her face flushed, trapped in the tension, in the sick thrill of being hunted and driven by her own desires.

His mouth moved to her jaw, then her throat and when he nipped at her pulse point there, her back arched into him without even knowing a soft gasp leaving her mouth.

"You're still mine." He growled picking her up and carrying her towards the sinks, placing her on top of the counter. "Even if you put a bullet in me tomorrow, you'll always be mine. Our souls are bound."

She tried to protest because they were literally in public and anyone could walk in any second but her body betrayed her before her mind could catch up. Hips arching into his, lips parting for more, her fingers burying themselves in the soft strands of his beautiful silver hair.

When he pulled back, she was breathless. Dazed. "See?" He whispered, kissing the corner of her jaw his fingers now sliding up beneath the slit of her dress, brushing the bare skin of her thigh and closer to her core that was aching with need. "This is how I know you still want me, kitten."

She let out a soft, involuntary whimper when his thumb grazed the edge of her underwear. He didn't even need to look, he could feel how warm she was through the thin lace. A humm reverbated through him in approval.

"I should just shoot you." She muttered, voice trembling.

"You should." He agreed, his hand cupping between her legs now, palm pressing firm against the heat. "But instead, you're dripping through your panties for the man you're supposed to arrest." He tutted at her.

She let out a moan and instantly hated herself for that. He was intoxicating, his words, his scent, the way his body folded against hers like he'd been crafted just to undo her.

Her hands came in between them, fumbling with his belt. Her breaths coming fast now, uneven. "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me sylus." Her voice was filled with so much need and greed. Vision clouded with lust.

His chuckle sent vibrations straight to her core. The smug expression on his face made her want to claw at it. Oh how she hated him for making her feel this type of way. She gasped, half in outrage, half in raw need when he yanked her dress up and sank to his knees pulling her panties aside. Spreading her thighs, keeping her pinned in place. A gasp left her mouth as his mouth closed around her core, hot tongue flicking around her clit with practiced precision.

"Shit-..sylus-.." her moan was helpless, hand slapping around her mouth to muffle it. The door just a few feet away, voices echoing beyond it. He ate her like a man starved. Tongue swirling and flicking, lips sucking. His grip keeping her thighs spread apart nice and good for him. His groan vibrated against her core as she shoved two fingers inside her warm, welcoming cunt, fucking her in time with his tongue. The wet sounds were obscene.

"S-stop, I c-can't-.... Someone will h-hear." Her words were slurred as she tried to compose herself from the intense pleasure building inside her.

"You'll make a mess on my face and I'll still be the one to walk away clean." He pulls back only for a second to dive back in. His fingers curled inside her and that's all it took. She shattered. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, legs giving out as she bucked back against his mouth. He held her through it, fingers fucking her slowly, dragging it out until she was shaking, panting and begging with every twitch of her hips.

But he wasn't done.

He pulled back, licking his lips like he'd just tasted something forbidden and divine. "You taste like my favourite sin." She barely had time to gasp as he spun her, bending her over the counter top and bunching her dress up around her waist. Her breath fogged the mirror as she heard his belt fully unbuckle followed by a zipper being undone. His cock thick, flushed, glistening at the tip with precum. The wet slide of his cock as he rubbed it between her soaked folds.

"Sylus, condom." She managed to breathe out, panic and want mixing dangerously and surging through her.

"I'm not leaving this room until I fill you up." He growled into her ear. "So you better decide now, kitten."

And god help her, she didn't say no.

He shoved inside her in one brutal, beautiful thrust. She cried out, hands slapping the mirror as he bottomed out and filled her completely. She felt every inch, thick, hot, pulsating, stretching her in a way she had no business enjoying.

"Fuck-..so tight-.." he groaned, driving into her with relentless, punishing force. "You're made for me." The sound of flesh on flesh was obscene. She tried to stay quiet, tried to keep her voice in check, but he was ruthless. Each thrust angled perfectly, rocking her against the counter until the cool marble was slick with the mess between her thighs. He yanked one of her thighs up so that he can reach deep inside her and thrusted into her, keeping his hand on her thigh.

He reached around and slid a hand between her legs, rubbing fast, tight circles around her clit. She gasped.

"Again." He whispered "You're going to cum around my cock."

"Stop- Stop talking-.." she whimpered.

"You love it. You love the danger. The filth. Being bent over a bathroom counter while the people you work with stand outside." He grabbed her hair, forced her to look at her own reflection in the mirror. Face flushed, eyes glazed, make up smeared. "Look at yourself." He hissed against her neck as he slammed into her again and again. "Look at what I turn you into."

Her head tipped back from the force and a moan left her lips that was too loud for a public bathroom. The echo of it was obscene.

"Quiet, kitten." He rasped, even as he fucked her harder. "You want your little team to hear you getting ruined by a man they're here to catch?" That dangerous smirk returned. So cocky, so full of himself and the worst part was that he was right. She couldn't stop the way her hips rocked back to him, couldn't stop the way her body clenched, already so close, again.

"Anyone could walk in-.." she gasped when he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Exactly!" He breathed against her ear, biting her earlobe. "That's why you're so wet. You like the thrill of it. The thrill of being caught."

It was too much, the pressure, the stretch, the sound of skin meeting skin, her panting breath, the wet slap if his cock dragging through her slick folds. The heady mixture of perfume, sex and sweat made it hard to think, harder to care.

His hand clamped over her mouth when the doorknob jiggled. Someone was outside, trying to get in. Voices outside. Two of them. Male. Laughing. Her eyes widened. Panic flashing through her eyes like lightening, but sylus just grinned and- fuck- kept going.

She whimpered between his palm as he fucked her, slower now, deeper. Each thrust timed with the lull of voices outside. His breath hot against her ear. "You can come like this." He whispered, hot and tender. "Silent and messy, while they're right there."

She shook her head, her thighs trembled, her inner walls fluttering, sucking him in, begging. "Don't fight it." He growled picking up the pace as the voices faded back into the hall. "Come for me, sweetie." Her second release hit her like another wave, hot, fast and all consuming. Her pussy clamped around him so tight he cursed against her neck, grabbing her hips, as he slammed into her one last time before he followed her over the edge.

He bit down on her shoulders as he came muffling his own groans. Cock twitching deep inside her as he spilled everything inside her cunt. They stayed like that for a long second, coming back down from the intense fucking that left them both panting and gasping for air. The slick sound of him pulling out the only thing between them. Her legs barely held her when his hand moved from her waist. She stumbled, grabbing onto the sink for balance.

Her reflection was ruined, hair falling out of it's elegant bun, lipstick smudged across her cheek, skin flushed and glowing . She looked like a wild kitten, feral and thoroughly fucked. "I should kill you." She whispered when she finally caught her breath.

"You will, one day." He pressed a soft kiss on her temple. "But not tonight." He tucked himself back in, fixed her dress for her. She felt the slow leak of his cum trickling down from her cunt. He wiped the smeared lipstick from her face with his thumb and kissed the spot. Her heart fluttered. Her stomach flipped.

"See you soon, sweetie." With that he turned back on his heel and he was gone. Like he never was there in the first place. She glanced at her reflection, a small smile grazing her lips as she fixed her hair and stepped out of the bathroom only to come face to face with tara.

Her eyes scanned her colleagues slightly disheveled appearance, one eyebrow raised as she was expecting an explainantion of some sort.

"Tara what's wrong?" She asked trying to sound as casual as possible like sylus' cum isn't just leaking out of her.

"What were you doing with skye?"

[papayainsectorone]

Can you please write kimi antonelli fluff🙏

summary: It’s supposed to be their first real date, but nothing goes to plan—except how he looks at you like you hung the stars.

content: Pure fluff, soft awkward romance, first-date sweetness, hand-holding, cuddling, Kimi being a nervous wreck but trying really hard

word count: 5,5k

pairing: kimi antonelli x fem!reader

a thought: thank you for the request anon! i hope this is fluffy enough hehe also thank god i was prepared for this one

You hear the knock before you’re even done fixing your sweater—two quick taps and one long. Familiar. Practiced. When you open the door, Kimi’s there, holding out a single daisy like it’s the most important gift in the world.

“It’s kind of wrinkled,” he says quickly, “I didn’t mean for it to get squished. I was holding it the whole way over. I didn’t want to put it in my pocket. It felt like… like it’d get lonely in there.”

He’s rambling. Adorably.

You take it gently, brushing his fingers by accident—he freezes like you’ve short-circuited him, then blinks fast and laughs under his breath, clearly trying not to combust.

“You look really…” He gestures vaguely, his voice softening. “Like someone who’s about to be complimented really badly, so maybe I’ll just stop.”

You try to respond coolly, but your cheeks give you away.

He’s clearly dressed up—new shoes, slightly-too-crisp shirt, hair that smells faintly like something expensive and piney, gelled just enough to look natural. It’s obvious he tried. For you. Like he wanted every tiny part of tonight to say, this matters.

The reservation’s gone when you get there.

He panics.

“I triple confirmed it,” he mumbles, shoulders tensing. “I set a reminder and everything. I even printed a backup email, who prints emails anymore—”

You slip your hand around his elbow. “Hey. It’s okay. Honestly, I’d rather just… wander with you.”

He blinks. “Really?”

You nod. “Really really.”

You end up back at your apartment, shedding shoes and expectations at the door. He hesitates on the threshold like he’s entering a holy space, eyes wide, hands politely still at his sides like he doesn’t want to touch anything unless he’s invited.

“You can sit,” you say, gently amused. “It’s not, like, a museum.”

He laughs nervously and perches on the edge of the couch, hands folded like he’s a kid in a waiting room. You sit beside him, and only then does he breathe out properly, like your presence is the real invitation.

“I’m gonna order pizza,” you say, reaching for your phone. “Any topping requests?”

“Whatever you like,” he says instantly. Then, after a beat: “Wait. No. Not pineapple. Unless you like pineapple. In which case, I can learn to like pineapple.”

You nudge his knee with yours. “No pineapple. You’re safe.”

You order something easy, something warm and cheesy and guaranteed to arrive in thirty minutes or less. By the time the pizza gets there, he’s taken off his shoes and curled one leg under himself like he’s slowly allowing himself to be comfortable here—with you.

The box lands on the coffee table with a satisfying thump. You bring over sodas and napkins and sit back beside him, legs brushing as you both lean in for a slice at the same time, almost knocking heads.

“Sorry—!” he laughs, backing up. “I swear I wasn’t going for a romantic pizza Lady-and-the-Tramp moment.”

“…Wasn’t?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He blinks. Then grins. “Okay. Maybe I was a little bit hoping for it.”

You bump shoulders and settle in, the pizza hot in your hands and the air filled with that easy silence only shared between people who really like each other. On the TV, a nature documentary plays quietly in the background, all soft narration and slow pans of forest animals. You’re both barely watching.

Eventually, you lean into him—just a little. His arm shifts, then lifts, tentative but hopeful.

You glance up at him.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, already halfway into wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You nod, heart fluttering. “It’s better than okay.”

So he pulls you close. And you lean into his chest, warm and secure and smelling like pine and pizza and Kimi. His fingers play absently with the edge of your sleeve, brushing back and forth in the tiniest motion like he has to be touching you, even if it’s barely anything.

“I like this better,” he says eventually, voice quiet against your hair.

“Better than the reservation?”

“Better than everything,” he murmurs.

Your hand finds his where it rests on your shoulder. He squeezes, just once.

The night melts away in soft conversation, shared warmth, and the occasional slice of cold pizza you both pretend is still good. By the time you’re lying together on the couch, barely keeping your eyes open, he’s whispering something you can barely hear:

“Do you think... we could do this again?”

You smile, drowsy and safe.

You don’t know when the TV got turned off or how long it’s been since the last slice was touched. The apartment has gone quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

You’re tucked into his side, his arm around you like it belongs there—and maybe it does.

Kimi’s head has tilted a little, resting gently against yours, his lashes fluttering now and then like he’s fighting sleep but losing, slowly. His body is warm under yours, chest rising and falling in a way that makes you feel like the world might actually be a soft place, just for tonight.

Your fingers drift upward before you think too hard about it, brushing gently into his hair—soft and a little messy now, no longer gelled into place, just warm strands that slip through your hand like silk.

He makes a small sound, not quite a word. A hum. His eyes flutter open, just for a second, then close again, this time with a deeper breath like he’s letting go completely.

“You’re gonna make me fall asleep right here,” he mumbles.

“You already are.”

He smiles, just barely, the kind of smile that only shows when someone feels completely safe. “Keep doing that. It feels nice.”

You keep running your fingers through his hair, slow and easy, scratching lightly at his scalp, letting your nails drag in lazy circles near the nape of his neck. He melts under it, breath hitching a little when you hit a good spot.

“Okay,” he whispers, not even trying to hide how much he likes it. “Okay, you’re dangerous.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “Dangerous?”

“Yeah. You’ve got… sleepy spell powers or something.”

He shifts just slightly, enough to nuzzle into your shoulder like it’s the only place he ever wants to be. One of his hands finds yours, linking your fingers loosely, like even in half-sleep he wants to make sure you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t say anything else—not because there’s nothing to say, but because this moment already says it all. The quiet warmth of shared closeness. The gentle weight of his head against you. The hush of a night ending with someone choosing to stay—not because they have to, but because there’s nowhere else they’d rather be.

You keep playing with his hair until his breathing evens out completely.

And even then, you don’t stop.

[diedraechin]

It's been a while since there's been a sneak peek...

I actually thought I had posted this months ago and felt bad about not putting the chapter out, but no, I never did, so...

Remember back during the Skate America chapters how Viktor got all bent out of shape about Yuuri's fashion sense?

Well.........

“Yuuri! Come here!” 

Halfway down the hall that led to the banquet hall—sorry, the ‘Big Top,’ because the organizers had decided to do something a little less traditional and opted for a circus-themed banquet—Matthew Smith, ice dancer and Scythecapades drama instigator, was frantically waving his arms. His partner, Carolyn Jones, covered her mouth with one impeccably manicured hand while gripping a drink. The pair seemed in high spirits even though they'd only taken silver instead of the hoped-for gold, having lost out to their Canadian rivals.

With a sigh, Yuuri shoved his hands into his pockets and headed toward the ice dancers. He didn’t know them well by any means, but supposed they were familiar enough at this point for more than just an exchange of pleasantries. After all, they did start the game with the suit—the one he was currently wearing—at the Four Continents banquet. Viktor had complained about the lack of decent pictures from the event for almost a week after the fact, which had honestly thrilled Yuuri a little bit. If he was going to be in love with his best friend who did not love him back, he deserved to find enjoyment in “teasing” and “torturing” and “being mean” to Viktor, and his myriad of mixed and confusing signals.

Matt’s eyes settled on Yuuri’s neck. The American skater’s lips instantly turned up into a knowing smile, the kind that looked ready to explode into a laugh at any moment. “Nice tie. What happened to the one you were wearing at Four Continents with this suit?” 

“It’s a funny story, actually–” 

Matt put a finger up to cut him off.  “If it really is, we should put a pin in you telling it until your friend who just arrived finishes glad-handing with the ISU brass and makes his way over here.” He nodded meaningfully toward the other end of the hallway. Yuuri didn’t even bother turning around because it was obvious that Matt meant Viktor. After all, who else but Viktor would care about Yuuri’s neckwear? 

Caro leaned forward into Yuuri’s space, giving the cheap tie an inspection of her own. The ice dancer had left her box braids down today, except for a handful that had been twisted up into a crown. The overall effect, paired with her pale pink dress against her rich brown skin, was incredibly beautiful. “Please tell me you did this on purpose,” she snickered as she ran her fingers over the material. “I need you to have done this on purpose.”

“Not exactly,” Yuuri replied, pulling away from Caro’s grasp. “I just seized an opportunity, I guess.”

“Yuuri! Have Matt and Caro cornered you?” Viktor chimed in from behind, his voice getting closer and closer. “They aren’t trying to proposition you, are they?” 

What? Why was Viktor being weird? No one was going to proposition him. Only Viktor (and of course Steph, even though she knew the answer was no) had ever shown an interest in taking him to bed. “No, not at all.” Yuuri turned around to look at Viktor. “I don’t even know why you’d ask that.”

Viktor instantly stopped dead and was just staring at him now. His brow was creased, his mouth slightly opened, and his eyes wide, whatever weird teasing mood he’d been in a moment prior well gone now. Next to him, Chris grinned broadly, looking as close to breaking out in laughter as Matt had been. “Is this the tie you were wearing at the Four Continents banquet?”

[heesmiles]

FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE l.hs

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pairings 𝜗𝜚 heeseung ៹ fem ! reader ᧁ ; smut ˒ angst ˒ slice of life

warnings ⊹₊ ⋆ smut mdni. reader and Heeseung are NOT good people. toxic relationships betrayal runaway bride trope interrupting a wedding. cheating (don't like it don't read it) fist fights unprotected sex (bad) oral male receiving tit fuck mirror sex bathroom sex (multiple times) filthy to be honest ft. Yunjin (le sserafim) and Belle (Kiss of life - this is an old fic btw) heartbroken jay (I'm sorry jay ily) + more I'm probably forgetting about.

in which ୨୧ You shouldn't love him. you were marrying his best friend for gods sake, but you couldn't help your feelings and on what's supposed to be the best day of your life it became clear that Heeseung couldn't help his feelings either.

★ ! rain's mic is on ⋆ ͘ . GUYSSSS I FINALLY FOUND THIS!!!!!!!! this is from my old account!! I'm reposting it! This was when I first started posting on blr so be kind to the writing, it's terrible. but I love this fic and I don't know why.

You shouldn't be doing this. It was terrible, it was wrong, it was so so wrong. How could something so exceptionally good be so erroneous. You couldn't help it, truly. Heeseung was your kryptonite and he knew it. In fact he was rather smug with the fact.

He currently had you bent over the vanity in the run down bathroom at the very venue you were meant to get married in as soon as tomorrow. This was your fucking rehearsal dinner and here you were fucking the best man, who is also your husband to-be's best friend. You were a terrible person doing a terribly impermissible thing. Something Jay would hate you both for, rightfully so.

Still the desire you felt in your veins for Heeseung was simply inextinguishable. The heat of your love burned too brightly to be put out. No matter how many times you had tried to stop whatever this was you couldn't. You always found yourself back together, him deep inside you for hours on end in the most outlandish of places. Bathrooms, cars, dressing rooms, closets. Anywhere you could get your hands on each other you did.

It started a random night when you and Jay had a big fight. Thinking your relationship was over you drowned your sorrows at the local pub near your house. Somewhere Heeseung had apparently frequented after stressful days of work. One thing lead to another and you ended up in the bathroom together, then you ended up in his bed for hours you were tangled up in one another not thinking of the repercussions of your more then distasteful actions.

The morning after when you woke up with a pounding headache and a memory that had made you sick to your stomach you cried for what seemed like days. Jay had called you apologizing near tears as he assumed you were cooling off at your best friend Yunjin's house. You and Heeseung swore that it was brief lapse in judgement and that it would never happen again, it would become something you took to your grave.

Until it happened again, and again, and again. Every chance you got. The sick feeling afterwards never really faded. The guilt of what the two of you were doing eating you up inside. Even then you didn't stop. Heeseung was like a drug, one that consumed your entire being.

You found yourself thinking about him at almost all waking moments. Even when Jay and yourself were being intimate you thought of Heeseung and the way he knew your body better than any man you had ever been with, including Jay. How he could get you to cum with a simple lick of his tongue on your clit. He was the best lover you've ever took to your bed. On top of all that he was the best friend you could dream of having.

While you had a more than stellar sex life with Heeseung you also had an amazing friendship, speaking until all hours of the night about any and everything. The conversations never grew awkward the moments never growing stale. Soon you found yourself falling in absolute love with him.

Leaving Jay was something you wouldn't even think about doing, It would hurt him way too much. The man had adored you, he treated you like a princess. You were the least deserving person of his love and yet you were terrified of being without him. What would your family think? Your friends? They would hate you, they would judge you.

Of course you and Heeseung had talked about running away together but it just wasn't feasible at the moment. In all honestly the thought of leaving was something you were running away from. You were too comfortable with your daily life and routine. The thought of starting over scared you. It was hard to admit that the thought slightly excited you too. The thought of being with Heeseung all in. No secrets, no hiding. Free to love each other out in the open, but it wasn't that simple and no one in your life would forgive you for it. No matter how tempting the idea was.

The night that Jay had proposed to you was a bittersweet one. You knew you had loved Jay but you also knew that you weren't in love with him. It hurt you more to admit that to yourself. When he proposed your friends and family were there, including Heeseung. Who had a smile that only you knew was fake on his face. He clapped like everyone else when you accepted but you knew the true turmoil circling in his head.

That was more than evident when he later pushed you into the bathroom of the fancy restaurant. Yanking your panties down and pushing into you in desperation against the wall of the bathroom. He had your throat between his fingers squeezing it like a vice as he muttered words of dominance in your ear. You were begging for him to give you some sort of mercy as his pace was Moree brutal than you had ever seen.

"You're mine" He grunted when he came inside of you for the second time in a row. His lips attached to your tits where you had to yank his head off so he wouldn't leave any marks. Something he was less than pleased about. He inserted his fingers in your heat pushing his leaking cum back into the hole that he had just abused. Ordering you to put your panties back on and walk around with the evidence of him all night.

When you had finally went home that night you faked falling asleep early with the guise of being exhausted from all the excitement of the day. You already felt dirty from having Heeseung's spend in you all night you didn't want to feel worse by sleeping with Jay that same night.

You knew how all this had sounded, you knew how it looked and still you continued and truthfully you had no intention of stopping.

"You're so sexy" Heeseung grunted from behind you. His thrusts were quick and precise. The wack of his hips against yours furthered the arousal coursing through you. "Taking me so good like a good little wife." His voice was firm as he whispered the words in your ear taunting you.

The white rehearsal dress you were wearing was bunched up around your waist, your panties hastily pushed down your legs for quick and easy access. Heeseung's tie crooked and hair disheveled from the heated make out session you were having only ten minutes ago.

"Hee" You gasped out griping the basin of the sink in your hands. "feels so good" You words were slurred as Heeseung continued his assault on your battered core. His grip on your hips tightening with every thrust and every slam of his hips.

"Yeah?" Heeseung smirked watching your face contort from the pleasure through the mirror in front of you. "Who's making you feel so good baby?" His breathing was heavy the words sounding more breathy than you were sure was intended.

"You" You whispered out, struggling to find the words he was chasing after.

"What was that?" He continued to taunt. His hand snaked around your neck squeezing lightly as he brought your mouth to his, hovering over your lips but not fully connecting them. You whined pushing your face forward in a feeble attempt at connecting your lips with his.

"No no" Heeseung tisked with a coo. "Answer my question baby..who's making you feel so good?" His tongue ghosted the outside of your lips grazing them in a tantalizing way.

"You" You gasped out "You Heeseung" You knew he was looking for his name to fall from your lips. His smirk all the evidence you needed to know that you had reached his target.

"That's right my love" He quickened his pace even faster knocking the air from yours lungs in the process. The thought of someone possibly looking for you had eluded you the moment Heeseung sank inside of you.

"I'm close" You heaved splaying a hand out in front of you on the mirror to better support yourself. "Right there!" You were chanting, your voice high pitched. You had only hoped and prayed that no one was walking past the bathroom at this very moment.

"Right there?" Heeseung cooed slamming his hips into you with one particularly hard thrust.

"Yes, fuck you're deep" Your legs started to tremble from the pleasure struggling to right yourself. Heeseung held you up the support from him more than appreciated because without it you were sure you would crumble to the ground a puddle of yourself.

"I'm going to cum" Heeseung emit's breathily. You pushed your hips back against his in an attempt to further his pleasure. You had a strong inclining it worked when the sound of his breath hitching in his throat was heard from his position behind you.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me back. Just like that" His dirty talk was a catalyst to your orgasm the sound of his deep husky voice moaning in your favor tipping you over the edge of no return. Heeseung followed suit almost immediately after shooting his cum deep inside of you.

Taking a second to catch your breath you cleaned your head against the mirror welcoming the cold of the glass to help cool your heated skin. Heeseung slid out of you with a wince his sensitive cock soft and limp as he tucked it back into his dress pants.

"let me clean you up" Heeseung susurrated. The sex haze fading and the second of guilt that had always passed between you two came and went in a whisper just like it always did. Every time. This time it hit a little harder, the reality of where you were and what was to be happening tomorrow weighing on the both of you like dead weights. Your relationship with Jay wasn't something the two of you discussed often, it was sort of a taboo topic amongst you both. Almost believing that if you don't speak about the horrible thing you two were doing it would make it sudden less harrowing.

Of course that wasn't true and most days the guilt tears you up inside but you endure it, for Heeseung.

Heeseung took a piece of plush toilet paper and cleaned you up carefully like he always did after the two of you finished. He pulled the skirt of your dress down smoothing it out as best as he could as you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your makeup was slightly smudged from the kissing but other than that you had looked perfectly put together.

"Y/n I-" Heeseung's hand snaked around your waist readying himself to turn you around to look at him. He couldn't get the words out before he was being interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The two of you jumping at the intrusion.

"Y/n?" Yunjin's voice bellowed from outside the door. "The dinner is starting are you ok sweets?"

"Y-yes" You stuttered out "I'll be right out, just nervous. Go save me a seat will you"

"Well of course there is a seat for you! You're the bride" Her cheery voice and the context of her wording had made you cringe. Heeseung as well given that he physical recoiled at the mention of you getting married tomorrow.

"I'll be right out!" You stifled again. You heard Yunjin give you acknowledged confirmation and walk off. The breath you let out was heavy. Looking over at Heeseung who had a detached look on his face, an almost sorrowful look.

"Are you ok?" You asked him, grabbing his face in your hands.

"Uh yeah" He cleared his voice "We should get out there" He ghosted his lips over your forehead breathing in, then setting thee lightest kiss he could to the area.

"You go first, I'll leave a few minutes after you." Heeseung detached himself from you looking at himself in the mirror one more time to check himself over.

You slipped out of the bathroom with ease. Most of the guest were in the dining area of the venue already getting ready for the rehearsal dinner that was to take place. You spotted Yunjin, your best friend and maid of honor sitting next to your other best friend and bridesmaid Belle. The end of the table held two seats. Intended for the bride and groom.

Gulping a big breath of air down you sat down next to Jay who was smiling at you awaiting your arrival.

"Hi" Jay whispered to you as you sat down.

"Hi" You whisper back sending him the hardest smile you could possibly muster. "Sorry, I was in the bathroom."

"Phew" Jay laughed jokingly wiping his forehead "and for a second I thought you fled out the window like a runaway bride" Your eyes widened a blush of embarrassment coating your cheeks. Jay's laugh rang through cutting you right in the gut.

You laughed a long with him not wanting to alarm him. You took his hand in yours squeezing it lightly ass a reassurance to yourself more than it was to him.

Heeseung stumbled into the room looking as proper and poise as he ever did. Your cheeks heated up once again, this time not in embarrassment but in arousal. Squeezing your thighs together to alleviate the want coursing through your veins for the beautiful man that was finally seating himself farther down the table next to a few of the other groomsmen.

You lifted your glass of water to your lips taking a sip to try and calm the ragging fire brewing inside of you, flashes of your earlier actions in the bathroom ceaselessly running rabid in your mind.

"Jenni said that she walked passed the bathroom and heard a women moaning Heeseung's name..sounds like he was getting busy with one of your skank bridesmaids" Yunjin said in a hush voice so that only you, belle and herself could hear it. You chocked on the water you were sipping on eyes widening. Jenni had heard you two? You couldn't have possibly been that loud?

"No way!" Belle squeaked "He's always so closed off.. he never wants to take women home. Trust me I would know, i've tried at least ten times for that man to take me to his bed." Her words had your teeth grating down on each other. That twitch of jealously rearing its ugly head.

It wasn't fair of you to be jealous, you were to be married. But the sheer thought of Belle, or any other woman for that matter in Heeseung's bed had made you sick to your stomach.

"I cant't believe he'd fuck someone here of all places" Yunjin said with a face of disgust. Your eyes wandered over to Heeseung who was in a conversation with Sunghoon. His smile wide as he discussed whatever it was that they were talking about. Your heart pounded in your chest at the mere sight of him happy and laughing away with his friend, for a second just a tiny little split second you imagined what it was like to be getting married to him tomorrow. The sight of you walking down the aisle in your dream dress, your heart racing to the end like it were a finish line and Heeseung was the raining trophy. A true prize to be won.

The sick feeling you felt just a second ago was replaced with butterflies, a burning in your heart that you only felt with him.

Your day dream was abruptly shattered when the sound of a knife on glass was heard around the room. Jay was clinging the wine glass to summon everyone in a toast. Your smile fell for the briefest second before it was forced back. Looking like the cheerful bride you were meant to be.

"I'd love to propose a toast to my beautiful bride-to-be Y/n you've made me the happiest man alive and I can't wait to marry you tomorrow and start my life with you by my side forever." Awe's of adoration rang throughout the room. Everyone taking in your dotting husband-to-be. Your smile was fake, the blush on your face would paint you as an incredible actor.

Your eyes flickered to Heeseung's for only a moment but in that moment you had seen the white sheen of his skin and his look of utter devastation. It had left you confused, and also panicked. You didn't want anyone to see Heeseung's expression and think anything of it.

Jay lifted your chin up with his finger breaking your brief eye contact with Heesseung. He landed a soft kiss to your lips, one you would have swooned over in the early days of your relationship with Jay. The knot in your stomach was wound so tight you felt as if your insides would burst at any moment. Spilling the contents of your affair everywhere.

"I love you" Jay whispered as everyone sat idly by watching what they thought was two people madly in love with one another. If only they knew the storm brewing inside of your head and the gaping hole in your heart the size of Lee Heeseung.

Later that night after the rehearsal dinner you had felt nothing but exhausted ready to get to your hotel room and sleep for the night. Considering what tomorrow was you wanted to get a good nights sleep, it would be a long day after all. Jay was upset that you had to be in different rooms for the night. It was very obvious to you and everyone else what he was intending on doing tonight if you two were to share a room together.

You said goodnight to Jay before beginning your walk to your room that you shared with Yunjin and Belle. When you were close to your room you were just about to open the door before you were being pulled into a maids closet across the hall from your room.

With a muffled screeched you whipped around trying to see who exactly pulled you into this dark fucking space.

"Its me. It's me" You heard Heeseung whisper out grabbing onto your upper arms to settle you.

"Heeseung! You scared the shit out of me!" You whisper yelled at the boy.

"Sorry baby I needed to see you" Heeseung's voice was strained almost like he was holding himself back.

"Are you alright?" You asked him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok its just.." He trailed off looking down at the ground almost in embarrassment. "After seeing you and Jay tonight it made me..incredibly territorial."

You arched a brow his way the ghost of a smirk making its way onto your face. 'Yeah?" You cooed toying with the belt loop of his dress pants.

"Wasn't it enough to fuck me right before that?" You were taunting him, riling him in hopes that he would defile you just the way you know he wants to.

"It's never enough" He growled pulling you closer to him by your waist. You were right up against him. His hard won prominent in his pants. It had you breathing heavier by the second, the want for him growing and growing. "I'm addicted to your tight pussy baby" His voice was a low murmur in your ear.

His breath fanning over the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spin. Heeseung grabbed at your asscheek giving it a rough squeeze as he attached his lips to yours with an animistic growl. "Mine" He grunted out. It was incredibly hot to see just how riled up and possessive he was for you. You'd be lying if you said you were absolutely dripping wet right now.

You were still wearing the rehearsal dress you were wearing earlier when he fucked you in the bathroom so grabbing his hand and placing it on your sopping wet underwear was no problem for you at all. "I'm so wet right now" You panted against his mouth as he continued to assault your mouth with his tongue.

"Fuck" He cursed circling his fingers over your covered core. "You are" He nodded at you, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and encasing them whole. He slurred up the juices just from your heat.

"Can I suck you off" You whined already working on getting his pants off and around his ankles.

"Y-yeah" Heeseung stuttered raking his hands through your hair. You dropped to your knees in front of Heeseung pulling his dick out of his pants.

Starting with small little kitten licks to the head Heeseung looked down at you with a dark glint to his orbs. His eyes were full of nothing but unadulterated lust for you. "Don't tease sweetheart..." He whined out yanking your hair just hard enough to show you how serious he was.

Finally deciding to put him out of his misery you attached your mouth to his cock taking him as far as you could bobbing you head up and down at a fast pace that had Heeseung's knees buckling underneath him. The rest that couldn't fit in your mouth you used your hands to please him with working him over like a starving whore.

"Holy-" Heeseung gasped out holding a hand against the wall beside him to stop himself from buckling under the pleasure of your warm, wet mouth. "That's it sweetheart. Can you take me deeper?" His voice was low and gravely a moan slipping out past his labored sentence.

You took his cock deeper in your mouth until you felt the tip hitting the back of your throat, with a gag you released his member to take a quick breath. You attached your mouth to his balls sucking on them as you continued to pump his member in your small hands.

"Fuck" His moans and whines were your driving force to further pleasure him even more.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth Hee?" You asked with a gasp reattaching yourself to his tip awaiting his answer.

"Your- f-fuck" He was struggling to form sentences his gasps and whines taking precedence over structural sense. "Your tits"

You smirked up at him, Tit fucking was a guilty pleasure of Heeseung's any and every chance he got to be wrapped around your tits he took it. If you had a penny for everytime Heeseung ask to cum on your tits you'd be rich. You really should have seen this coming.

You pulled the top of your strapless dress down revealing your perky breast to his hungry and wanting eyes. Heeseung licked his lips reaching his hand out to cup the underside of your boob circling your nipples between his finger and thumb. A low whined escaped your lips at the tweak of his fingers on your sensitive nub.

You took your two breath in your hands and squished them around Heeseung's cock encasing him fully. You started your rigorous movement up and down on him and a continued fast pace. Occasionally you would dip your head to lick the tip that poked out from between your breasts.

"Beautiful" Heeseung moaned "So beautiful baby" His hips stuttered at your movements. You knew he was close based on his labored breathing and the squeeze of his eyes shut. His thrown back against the wall of the closet.

"You close?" You asked shakily, Heeseung nodded his head fast returning his hands to your nipple playing with the nubs once again.

"So close baby" He moaned out "I'm fuck- I'm there" His thighs tensed above you and soon enough his cum was shooting up and all over your exposed cheat painting it white with his spend.

"Fucking hell" Heeseung sighed when you let go of his now soft cock. Giggling you dipped your finger into the cum that still coated your breasts sticking the finger into your mouth as you contained eye contact with the boy.

"God, you're something else" He laughed shaking his head in disbelief of you. Looking around the closet for paper towels to clean you up a comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

"Aren't the guys going to be looking for you?" You asked Heeseung as you wiped your chest clear of Heeseungs cum. You pulled your dress top back over yourself finally covered up once again.

"Nah, They were having a few drinks and I wasn't in the mood to hear Jay gush over you all night like you're his.." He trailed off looking over at you expectantly. You couldn't help but cringe at the suddenly awkward feeling in the room.

"Well..technically I am his Hee" It was a hard pill to swallow. One that Heeseung obviously didn't like the taste off very well.

"what if you weren't?" Heeseung asked grabbing your hands in his. "What if you didn't get married tomorrow" Never has he been so brazen about you leaving Jay. Sure, the two of you had discussed it many times and all times you came to the conclusion that it just wasn't possible.

Your friends and families would hate you and more than that jay himself would hate you. It was a tricky subject one you didn't like breaching often and Heeseung knew this. The fact that he was bringing it up the day before you were meant to get married was a little bit inconvenient.

You wanted nothing more then to be with Heeseung. You wanted a full and happy life with him, but in all honesty you didn't deserve it.

"He'll hate us Heeseung.." You murmured not looking him in the eye. You feared that if you did look him in the eye that it would be all the convincing that you needed, but you had to think realistically and it just wasn't an option for you.

"Every time I look at you I find it harder and harder to care if he would hate us. I find it harder and harder to find excuses as to why we can't be together. Every kiss, every touch, every time I'm inside of you I'm that much closer to shouting to the rooftops to everyone who will hear me about how much I love you Y/n." No one said being in love would be easy but you didn't know it would be this fucking hard either.

The words Heeseung was saying to you had made your heart stutter and your pulse quicken. Your resolve was crumbling and fast.

"I don't know.. She hasn't answered her phone and I've been calling her for like an hour." You heard a muffled voice right outside the door of the maids closet stopping all traces of the earlier conversation. It was Yunjin right outside your hotel door that was narrowly across from the maids closest you and Heeseung currently occupied.

"You don't think she got cold feet and ran do you?" Belle's voice was heard next shakily asking Yunjin the question no bridesmaid or maid of honor wanted to say on the day before a wedding.

"No, no Y/n would never do that." Yunjin said "She's probably just with Jay sneaking off somewhere, we'll give her until midnight before we call Jay and ask"

"So..in ten minutes?" Belle asked. You looked at Heeseung quickly your eyes wide as panic slightly set in. You needed them to go into the room or somewhere else so you could slip out of this god forsaken closet.

"Yes" Yunjin voice got a bit distanced and the sound of a door closing ceased all voices from the hallway. They had went into the room like you had hoped and now you had to make a dash for it if you didn't want to be caught sneaking out of the closet with Heeseung on your toes.

"I-i have to go" You rushed out to Heeseung giving his hands one last squeeze before you quietly opened the door to closet leaving him alone. He reached out to you but quickly slammed his hand back down. Letting you leave without another word.

You could do this, you could do this, you could do this. It's what you kept telling yourself over and over as the day slowly but surely progressed. Hair and makeup flawless, head piece neatly connected to your veil and dress as snug as ever over your body. You looked...exquisite. You looked more beautiful than you ever felt like you had before. But truthfully you had felt less than stellar. There was a heavy weight that sat in the bottom of your stomach the feeling making you sick all over.

You were getting married today, but you were marrying a man you didn't love. A man you haven't loved in a long time. It was tearing you from limb to limb, he had deserved so much better than you. So, so much better. You were a true harlet and nothing you did after this moment would change that fact.

You had spent so much of your relationship with Jay tangled up with another man, falling in love with another man. Even worse so that man was his best friend, a friend he had for years and years. You were that driving wedge between them. You were a horrible, disgusting person and it had taken you in a beautiful white dress getting dotted on to truly notice it.

"You ready sweets?" Yunjin asked you from behind you. Hands on your shoulders as she beamed lightly at you through the mirror.

"Yeah" You whispered averting your eyes away from the mirror and away from the prying eyes of your best friend. She looked happy and that had made you feel more poorly than you'd care to admit.

"Well it's time.." She squeezed your shoulders gingerly then turned around to gather the rest of the bridal party readying them to get into their positions next to their respective groomsmen.

You took a deep breath finally looking yourself win the mirror one last time before getting up to join your wedding party. You caught Heeseung's eye across the hall standing next to Yunjin as she talked everyone's ear off about the order and what to when they reached the end of the aisle.

Heeseung's stare was intense, it was a look you had never seen from him before. Like a mix of awe and sorrow. He clenched his hands by his sides flexing open then closed in what you could only assume was nervousness. He didn't say a single word but he didn't need to. You knew exactly what he wanted to say and you weren't quite sure if it hurt you or healed you. Hurt because this was it; you were marrying another man. Or healed because again, this was it and you were marrying another man and sooner rather than later this would have to end.

You hadn't accepted that fact yet and the realization hit you like a freight train going a hundred miles an hour. You didn't know if you were losing Heeseung tonight or if you were loosing yourself, It had felt like both.

The wedding music you had picked out started playing over the loud speaker signally the start of your forever.

Taking one finally deep breath you started you decent down the aisle. Jay stood at the end a smile on his face that had only made your heart crack wide open. You had to remind yourself to smile you didn't want to look how you felt and truthfully you were terrified. You were so terrified that you were making the biggest mistake of your life right now marrying a man you weren't in love with.

Once again your eyes flickered to Heeseung's for a split second. His gaze still on yours as if it had never left. It was still intense, still raw and still so full of emotion that it left your head spinning on its axis.

Once you reached the end of the aisle your hands found Jay's awaiting ones. You sent him the warmest smile you could muster as he whispered "You look very beautiful" to you. It furthered the sinking feeling in your stomach.

The officiant started his spiel not even a second later, your mind wandering to unforeseen places as he drowned on and on about love and bringing to people together in holy matrimony but you could not focus on a single word he was saying. Trying to calm the pounding off your heart as what seemed like a million eyes watched you. Could they tell you were falling apart at the seems? Could they seem the storm brewing in your head. Surely they couldn't pin point the dreadful look on your face, it was just nerves to them. You were just another nervous bride to them.

Finally the officiant declared to everyone in the room to speak now if they'd like to object or forever hold their peace. The room was eerily quiet the clock in your mind ticking and you found it screaming at you something you had never thought before. Heeseung say something! Say something please. The thought startled you but it came straight from your heart like a high jacker taking over your mind body and soul your heart was for once at the forefront of your being, finally In charge making the decisions for once.

Heeseung please..-

"Don't marry him."

You could hear a pin drop. The silence that followed was deafening. No one had believed it. You froze in your place your eyes shooting to Jay to watch his rigid body as he stared down...at Heeseung a mixture of confusion and rage written all over his face.

"What-" You cracked the silence.

"Don't marry him Y/n" He said again stepping down from the higher up podium the wedding party were on.

"Heeseung what the hell are you doing?" Sunghoon whispered yelled to him. Everyone watched in horror as Heeseung ignored him looking at you and only you.

"I can't stand here for more second and act like this isn't tearing me apart. Mind, body and soul. I'm not great with words Y/n. You know that but I think it's a rather simply thing to say anyway. I love you" Gasped were heard from around the room Jay's eyes wide as he stood unmoving watching the scene unfold in front of him.

"I love you so much that I'm willing to be the villain in every single persons story here, including yours. If that's what it takes for you to take my hand and run out of here with me." Heeseung held his hand out to you as you took a shuttering breath.

Reaching your hand forward to take it was all you intended to do, but before you could connect your hand with his Heeseung was sent flying back onto the ground Jay on top of him in a blur before you could even register what was going on.

"jay!" You shrieked out as the two boys tumbled over eachother throwing blow after blow. Sunghoon sprang into action yanking Jay off of Heeseung with as much strength as he could.

"You fucking bastard!" Jay bellowed pointing his finger in his direction.

"Y/n. What the hell is happening." Yunjin said from next to your her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion looking between Heeseung who was on the floor wiping his now bleeding lip and Jay who was being held back by Sunghoon.

"I'm sorry ok-"

"Fuck you! You just told my wife you love her and-and oh god" Jay turned to you his face red, tears sliding down his cheeks in a cascade. "You- you were going to take his hand"

"jay I-" You started with a stutter trying to gain your bearings but truthfully you didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry" You cried tears now falling down your cheeks too. "I didn't mean to hurt you but I-i lo-" He cut you off again, a furry in his eyes you had never seen before.

"Don't." He ran a hand through his hair puling at the ends. "Don't say you love him."

"But I do" You whispered defeated. "I love him Jay."

Heeseung those from the floor still wiping his bleeding mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. Not like he'd need it now anyway.

"How long?" Yunjin said from the corner looking at you. "How long have you been lying to everyone Y/n"

You looked to the floor with shame "Over a year"

"I can't believe this." Jay muttered "You've been sneaking behind my back for over a year?" You nodded, the tears still free flowing.

Jay shook his head again, turning to walk away his back turned to you and Heeseung he muttered "I'll never forgive you two. Never."

Your heart cracked in two at the sight of his shoulders slumped in defeat. Of the sight of the disgust from almost everyone in the room as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

Yunjin picked up the hem of her dress making her way towards the direction Jay went. "Yun please" You called out in a whisper.

"No, Y/n." She seethed. "You ruined everything. I hope you're happy." The room quickly emptied itself everyone fleeing for the monstrous mess that was supposed to be your wedding leaving only you and Heeseung left to deal with the aftermath.

"I don't regret that." Heeseung spoke softly, being the first one to finally break the harrowing silence.

"I want to be with you" He took your hand in his cradling your face with his other palm. "No matter what Y/n I want to be with you."

"I do too." You said a single tear falling from your eyes.

"Lets runaway" He said, your eyes widening in shook at his brazen proposal.

"Marry me. and let's runaway." He titled your head towards his. His eyes completely attached to yours with an intense gaze you could describe as desperation.

"Ok" You said a small smile making its way on your lips "Ok I'll marry you" Heeseung picked you up in a blur spinning you around in his arms.

"Heeseung!" You giggled out as he placed you back on the ground grabbing your head in his hands, cupping your cheeks and attaching his lips to yours in the most vehement kiss you had ever had.

"Let's get out of here."

You didn't know where you'd go and what the future held for you. You didn't know if the people in your life would ever forgive you again, or if they'd even care that you'd left but all you knew was that your future was Heeseung and with that it couldn't be anything less then extraordinary.

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helloo my dear!!! i wanted to send in a request if that’s allowed 🙈 — could you write a fic about being Austin best friend and he’s secretly always has had deep feelings for you and one day he finally reveals them? something super romantic and cuteee, with smut if possible (which you do very well) 😌🩷

Girl idk what came over me with this... Graphic sexual content — extremely detailed scenes of intimacy including penetration, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, and overstimulation. WC: 6K

Also requests are open y’all😭✋🏽

Solana Meyers was flawless, that much austin knew as soon as he’d set his eyes on her and her beauty- but that’d been in 2020, when he’d beenf ilming elvis, and he supposed he;d owed this all to Baz, the cunning genius had brought her in to play the living legend sister rosetta tharpe, and much like everything she did, it was pure perfection, the way her body moved to the music and the way her sultry voice curled around each syllable had austin at a loss of words it ouldn’t be the first time that it’d happened and it wouldn’t be the last. 

Baz would enlist her help with his vocals, and she’d hold his hand through it as hours turned into days spent in nothing but each others companany, his blue eyes gazing at every inch of ebony exposed for his eyes to feast on in the crop top and baggy sweats she wore that sat low on her hips, giving him a peak at the white lace- an imagine he’d burn into his brain. But granted, at the time he was in a fully committed relationship, something he wouldn’t dare defile or sabotage, so he pushed all thoughts that weren’t of friendship with Solana Meyers to the back of his brain where they’d remain. Though they’d grown closer, way closer than he’d anticipated, she’d taken him back toHoustonn for the holidays, she didn’t want him to be alone for the holidays as the cast broke for a bit of a production break. Through those days her mother had put him up in her old room while she slept in the pull out down stairs ( despite his rebuttals) it was the hardest night of his life, all he smelt and felt was her, her scent lingered on the pillowcases, on the sheets, so much so it encompassed him, he swore he could taste her- if he’d close his eyes long enough he’d feel the sweet nectar that lay between her thighs - okay enough, he couldn’t pop a woody here of all places, in her childhood bedroom? No, he was a gentleman, but hell, if the sight of her earlier in her sleep shorts, baggy shirt and bonnet hadn’t done something to him ,he’d be worried stick and berries weren’t working properly. 

But that had been years ago, he was her friend, and vice versa he couldnt… he shouldnt so he did what he had to do; granted he wasnt proud of his past relationships and people he’d invited into his bed for the sake of scratching an itch he was positive only she could reach and quell so well. Honestly it felt like picking at a wound, a scab had become an endless and deep pit of yearning, he craved her, in ways he didn’t know were possible, he craved her voice, her thoughts on whatever pottery trinket he’d made for her and brought to her like a loyal hound on a leash, eager for her slight grin of approval as he’d watch her put it to use. 

Why didn’t he do anything about it, you may ask? 

She was in a serious relationship with an upcoming actor, not as well established as he or she was. Still, he was upcoming, he’d get there…eventually- despite every bone in his body telling him not to be austin was a man of virtue, of honour. So he respected their relationship until he got into one of his own, which would last for two years, and that would be the amount of time he wouldn’t see her for. 17 520 hours, 1 051 200 minutes, 63 072 000 seconds had passed till he’d seen her in person, felt her skin beneath his and felt her hand in his, their fingers interlocking as her lips had drunkenly pressed onto his and made him see hisi creator in the dark alley of a club. 

Solana acted like nothing happened, like he hadn't groaned between her lips and whispered devotion into her soul. A week later he’d quell his woes oncemore with a woman that looked nothing like her, looking into her eyes as Solana’s name was dangerously close to slipping from his lips, a bitter poision he’d have to swallow, just like when she’d referred to him to her best friend when she’d accepted her grammy. 

Strangel,y it didn’t deter him, not one bit, not even as his heart shattered slightly as he played the role of the supportive ‘best friend’ that night. He’d held her heels, taken her hand and helped her into the car, and much lika e supportive friend ,he’d hiked up her dress and rubbed her feet as she let out the most sinful groans of appreciation that he’d use for ammo later. 

Two years since that day, since life had happened and project after project drew them farther and farther away from each other, and face times got less and less frequent as they cast in role after role. Not once did his fevor deter him, as he played with the ring on his ring finger, the very one she’d had made for him when they’d wrapped elvis, gold with his initials and birthstone on it- a bright green peridot he;d hold to his lips for goodluck every now and again.

But now looking at her, the sight of her, in his house, watering his plants for him, breathing the same air after two years of being too busy, sent him into a damn frenzy. He’d texted her, the usual weeklycatch-upp text, and she’d responde., One thing led to another, and soon enough, she was in his house, telling him off for neglecting his plants, plants he’d even forgotten he’d had. 

“It’s a nice day out,” he began as he rounded the block; his white tee and blue jeans hugging hhis figure, accentuating hsi waist and giving a brief outline of his abs and pure muscle he’d put on for caught stealing; his hair no longer as long as it was but still as short, the sight of the silver on his neck was enough to have Solana biting her lip slightly as she turned away from him and busied herself with something. 

“And i;m hungry… are you hungry?” he continued. 

Solana let out a chuckle as she turned to him, “You askin’ me out Butler?” 

He gave her his signature grin, one he d used to melt the hearts of thousands.

“Yeah, guess I am,” he responded and she turned to face him, a matching grin of her own as she gazed into his eyes, endless pools of nothing but need met hers, it was loud, consuming and damn near explosive- perhaps she’d been have been able to see it sooner had she not been hiding hers, even as they got into his car together, the sky turning into a darker shade of blue as the orange hues illuminated her dark skin, bathing both her and him as he took her to some place he knew where they could eat ‘with a view’.

The view wasn’t anything special. Not really. Not like her. But it was quiet, and tucked away, and the city looked almost peaceful from up here, like the whole world paused just for them. He parked, didn’t say much, just let the silence breathe for a bit while Solana chewed on her bottom lip and reached for the bag of fries between them like her hands weren’t shaking.

He could feel her thigh, warm and solid beside his. She smelled like coconut oil and something sweet and warm and familiar, like a hug he hadn’t been given in years.

“You always bring girls here?” she asked, teasing but soft, the kind of soft that lived in their silences. He watched her, watched the way the sun caught her cheekbone, kissed the curve of her lip, her hair that was always neatly styled and kept in her sew-in.

He shook his head slowly. “Nope. Just you.”

A beat. She looked down, wiped her hands on a napkin she didn’t need, then laughed a little tooquicklyk. “Right. Okay.”

Like she didn’t believe him. Like she couldn’t.

“Sol,” he murmured.

Her eyes flicked to his, guarded. That old wall of hers was going up even though her body was turned toward him now, knees angled in, shoulders relaxed. She was always like that—guarded but open, closed off but glowing, and so willing to give love from a distance.

He reached out without thinking, fingers brushing hers, and when she didn’t pull away, he kept going—tracing the line of her knuckles, the edge of her wrist, the tiny freckle near her thumb he swore he’d dreamt about.

“I missed you,” he said, and his voice cracked on the last word. He felt stupid for it but he didn’t care, damn it he didn’t care nor did he know why he felt like this… or why he felt like he had to bare his heart to her.

She looked at him like he was dangerous. Like he was the matc,h and she was already soaked in gasoline.

“I kissed you,” she whispered, like it was some kind of confession. “And you let me.”

“I’d let you again,” he said, fast, almost too fast. “I’d let you now.”

She blinked at him, stunned for a second. “Austin…”

“I’m not drunk. Not now. You don’t have to pretend it didn’t mean anything.”

“It wasn’t supposed to mean anything,” she whispered, but she didn’t sound sure. “I was with somebody. You were… Austin, we were just—”

“I know. I know.” He leaned in a little. Just enough for his breath to mingle with hers. “But I still tasted you in every kiss I had after. Still think about you every time I touch someone else. Still wear the ring.”

Her eyes dropped to his hand. The peridot glinted in the sun. Her breath hitched.

“I still got your pottery in my kitchen,” she whispered. “You made me a spoon rest and called it art.”

He laughed, low and breathless. “It was art. Ugly-ass art, but still.”

Her lips curled up, and it destroyed him.

“I never stopped,” he added. “Wanting you, needing you, dreaming for you.”

And this time—this time she didn’t pull away when he leaned in.

Their lips met like a secret. Like something holy. Like the kind of kiss that made promises with tongue and teeth and memory and he was addicted, damn near addicted to whatever this was, whatever she wanted it to be. The taste of the strawberry lemonade and slightly stale fries was on her lips as he pushed his tongue in deeper, wanting more…needing more or he felt like he’d die.

She clutched the front of his shirt like it was all she had. He slid a hand into her hair, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw like it was breakable.

Outside, the city kept moving. But in the car, they were still.

On fucking fire.

Breathing each other in like salvation.

The kiss should’ve ended. Should’ve stopped the second her fingers tangled in his hair and his hand slid beneath her hoodie, thumb dragging up the skin of her waist like he was starving and rested on the small of her back; he watched as she arched it slightly, and hissed under her breath from the cold of his rings.

But it didn’t.

It deepened.

Got desperate. Got messy. Got real.

“Solana,” he breathed against her lips, but it came out like a plea, like he was asking for something he didn’t deserve but couldn’t live without.

She pulled back just a little, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths shallow and fast like they’d just sprinted through years of restraint.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, but her thumb was tracing his lower lip,  a string of saliva connecting them both as her eyes locked on his mouth like she already knew how it tasted and needed to remind herself again. “We can’t.”

He nodded. “Yeah.” But he kissed her again.

And again.

And again.

Hands everywhere. Palms dragging up the back of her thighs, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades like she needed to anchor herself.

“Austin,” she whispered when he kissed along her jaw, her pulse, the place just below her ear that made her body jerk in the seat like he’d flipped a switch. “We’re supposed to be friends.”

“We are friends,” he murmured, tongue brushing the corner of her mouth, “but I want to ruin that so fucking bad right now.”

Her laugh cracked mid-breath, shaky and breathless. “You’re such a bastard.”

He grinned against her skin. “Only for you.”

Her hoodie was riding up. His shirt was bunched. The air inside the car was humid and thick and heavy with want, every inch of space between them evaporated into pure electricity.

She pushed at his chest weakly, didn’t even mean it, didn’t even try. “If we do this—”

“We’ll deal with it.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Another kiss. Slower this time. But deeper. Like he wanted to memorise the way she tasted before she changed her mind.

“God, you feel like a sin,” he mumbled against her mouth.

“Then pray about it later.”

And that was it. That was the end of the pretending. She pulled him closer, swung a leg over his lap without thinking, and suddenly she was straddling him in the front seat like this was a scene out of some twisted love song.

“You’re sure?” she asked, barely above a whisper, her lips ghosting over his, their noses brushing.

He didn’t say a word—just slid his hand up the back of her neck and kissed her like it was his last chance on earth.

She was on him. Straddling him like she was born to do it, grinding against the bulge in his jeans like she knew what she was doing to him. And she did. God, she did, she swallowed his choked moans and gasps like it was her favourite liquor and she wanted more… she needed more.

His hands slid down the back of her thighs, gripping, squeezing, like he was still convincing himself this was real. Her breath hitched as she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear—on purpose.

“You gonna keep letting me make bad decisions in the front seat?” she whispered, and that was it.

Austin groaned, low and primal, before grabbing her hips and lifting her just enough to shuffle them both awkwardly.

“Back seat,” he muttered, voice rough like gravel. “Now.”

Solana blinked, lips parted, eyes wide like she hadn’t expected the command. Like she hadn’t just shattered his self-control with a single roll of her hips.

“You—what?” she breathed, dazed.

“I said get in the back,” he repeated, more serious now, more focused. “You’re not doing this to me in the front seat like I haven’t been waiting years to get you under me the right way.”

That did something to her. She bit her lip—hard—and crawled off him slowly, too slowly, the drag of her body against his making him curse under his breath. She opened the door, heart thudding, air thick around them as she climbed into the back like a siren slipping into dark water.

Austin followed, slamming the door behind him.

The second it shut, it was on.

Hands everywhere. Mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and heat. He pushed her back onto the seat gently, gently, because for all his hunger, she was sacred. She was his.

“You’ve been in my head,” he muttered against her neck, voice low and rough, like gravel coated in honey. He kissed down to her collarbone, dragging his fingers up the hem of her hoodie like he was unwrapping a secret. “You’ve been living there. Rent-free. Ruining me. Ruining what little sanity I have left… do you even know how fucking crazy you drive me, baby?”

“Then ruin me too,” she whispered, voice trembling like a thread about to snap. “Do it.”

Austin pulled back just enough to see her—really see her. Her face flushed, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths. Her hoodie was bunched under her ribs, her thighs parted like a silent invitation. Waiting.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, wonder dripping from every syllable. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Her smirk was sinful. A slow, smug tilt of her lips like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. “Good.”

The air in the backseat grew thick. Heavy with sweat, lust, and the ache of everything they'd held back for years. The windows fogged. Rationality evaporated.

Austin’s hands were on her again, moving like they had a purpose, a mission. He slid them beneath the hoodie, calloused fingers dancing up her spine. Every inch of skin he touched felt like it sparked under his palms—warm and wanting and electric.

Her bra strap popped beneath his grip with a quick snap, and he groaned at the sight that followed—rich, smooth skin revealed to him in soft light, glowing like he’d found something holy.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, lips dragging along her throat, kissing the curve where neck met shoulder like she was sacred. He yanked the hoodie over her head and tossed it somewhere in the dark. “Fuck, Solana—look at you.”

She blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. Her curls were wild, cheeks warm, eyes heavy with heat—and she arched into him like her body had been waiting for this moment since the day they met.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he admitted, almost like it hurt. He pushed her shorts down slowly, reverently, like every inch he uncovered was a confession. “You. Just like this. Under me. Wanting me. Needing me.”

Her breath hitched as he traced the dip of her hip bones with both hands, his thumb brushing softly over the band of her panties.

“You don’t even get it, do you?” he asked, voice a rasp now, pure smoke and obsession. “How bad I wanted you. How many nights I had to jerk off just thinking about that little sigh you do when you stretch in the morning.”

She let out a low, shaky groan, head tipped back, lips parted as her thighs instinctively squeezed together. He grinned. Slow and mean.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” he purred. His thumb dipped lower, dragging along the cotton between her legs. “You like how fucked up I am over you? Left me hard as a damn brick in that alley—did you know that? Had to go home and handle it. All for you.”

She turned her face slightly, shying away. He tsked and grabbed her chin gently, bringing her gaze back to his.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing hers again. “Where’s that girl, hmm?”

“She’s right here,” she whispered, voice barely audible but soaked in heat.

“Then let her open her fucking legs.”

She did.

Without question. Without hesitation. Like she belonged to him. Like she always had.

His fingers slid over her soaked panties, and his whole body shuddered.

“God damn,” he breathed, voice nearly breaking. “You’re dripping, Solana. You missed me this much, baby? Huh?”

She whimpered, hips shifting toward his hand.

He hooked a finger in the fabric and dragged her panties to the side, exposing her completely. Then he leaned back, just to look.

Look at what had haunted him for years. Look at the pink glisten of her, the way her breath hitched as the cool air touched her skin, the way her thighs trembled like they weren’t sure they could handle what was coming.

“Been dreaming about this pussy for years,” he muttered. “You don’t know how many women I tried to fuck the thought of you out of my head.”

He smirked, cruel and full of hunger.

“Didn’t work. Couldn’t work. Because none of them tasted like you.”

And then he dipped lower. His mouth followed the trail his hands had made, slow, teasing, deliberate.

He kissed her inner thigh. Nipped it. Licked just beside where she wanted him most. She gasped, her hips jerking, but he held her down.

“And now?” he whispered, voice a knife wrapped in silk. “Now I’m gonna make you come so many times, your man’ll feel it from wherever the fuck he’s at.”

“Austin—”

“I said open wider,” he growled, and she obeyed before the words even finished leaving his mouth.

Then his mouth was on her.

Hot. Wet. Desperate. His tongue licked a slow, wide stripe up the centre of her, and she cried out, her back arching. He groaned against her, gripping her thighs tighter as he buried his face between them, like this was home.

He licked again, then circled her clit with the kind of precision that had her biting her fist, moaning so loud the windows might crack.

Austin didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t let up.

He moaned against her, sucked, licked, traced shapes she couldn’t focus on, overwhelmed and shaking and gasping his name like it was the only one she remembered.

And the whole time, he whispered filth. Between kisses. Between licks. Between groans.

“Taste so good, baby… fuck, can’t believe I waited this long.” “This pussy was made for me.” “Come on, Solana. Give it to me. Let me feel you break.”

She did. With a cry that sounded like a prayer and a curse and his name all at once. She came hard. Harder than she ever had. And he stayed right there. Tasting it. Moaning like he was the one falling apart.

He kept going. Didn’t stop. Didn’t let her stop.

She came. Hard. But he didn’t move.

Didn’t stop. Didn’t even give her a second to breathe.

Solana whimpered as her thighs tried to close around his head. Her hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, but he just gripped her tighter, eyes flicking up to meet hers—wild, dark, starved.

He licked his lips, slow and obscene. “Nuh uh,” he muttered, mouth glistening, voice wrecked with lust. “I’m not done yet.”

Her head fell back. “Austin—baby, wait—”

“Can’t,” he breathed. “I can’t, Solana. I’ve been waiting too damn long for this. I’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til you cry.”

And he dove back in.

Tongue licking deep, lips wrapping around her clit with devastating precision, like her moans were fuel and he was running on E.

She let out a sob-an—honest-to-God sob—as her back arched, fingers scrambling through his hair, gripping tight like she could anchor herself to reality that way.

It didn’t work. Because reality? It was him. It was this. It was Austin’s mouth working her over like a man obsessed, tongue sliding inside her, lips sucking that sensitive bud, fingers gripping the softness of her thighs like they were his own personal salvation.

And he was talking. Still talking.

“God, you taste so fucking good.” “Keep squirming like that and I’m gonna hold you down, baby.” “Yeah, there it is—there she is. That’s my good girl.”

She was shaking again, her body betraying her, pleasure curling low and fast, building back up like the orgasm didn’t even finish before the next one started climbing.

“Austin, I can’t—” she gasped. “I can’t, I’m too sensitive—”

“You can,” he growled against her, tongue lashing in tight circles, locking his arms around her thighs. “And you will. Gimme one more, Solana. One more for me.”

Her body wasn’t listening to her brain anymore. Her hips rolled against his face without her permission. Her thighs trembled around his head like they were begging for mercy.

And Austin?

He groaned into her, like he loved it. Like the wet, messy sounds between her thighs were his favourite music. He buried his face deeper, lips and tongue relentless, addicted.

His hands slid up her waist, then back down to grip her ass, pulling her closer, dragging her into his mouth like he wanted to drown in her.

Her toes curled. Her voice broke. And then she came again. Harder.

This one ripped out of her. It tore from her throat, cracked her open from the inside out. She cried out his name—loud, high, helpless—and her whole body went stiff before she shattered in his hands.

Her thighs clamped around his head as she trembled, sobbing his name, babbling something that sounded like “God” and “please” and “fuck,” all blended together.

And still. He didn’t stop.

He licked her through it, gentler now, but still hungry. Still feasting. Kissing her like she was heaven and hell wrapped in silk.

When she finally collapsed back onto the seat, limp and wrecked and soaked in sweat, he pulled back slowly, resting his cheek against the inside of her thigh.

His lips were swollen. His voicewas  wrecked. His face a mess of her, shining in the low light.

And he looked so proud.

“I could eat you for the rest of my life,” he said, breathless. “No food. No water. Just you.”

She couldn’t even speak. Could barely breathe. All she could do was stare at him—this man who had just worshipped her body like it was sacred and sinful at the same time—and try to remember what planet she was on.

Austin kissed her thigh again. Soft this time. Loving.

“Let me hold you for a second,” he whispered. “Before I fuck you again.”

Her body was still twitching, nerves lit up and fried from the second orgasm he’d wrung out of her like it was nothing. She was boneless on his lap, her breath stuttering, her hands trembling against his chest.

But Austin wasn’t done. Not even close.

He looked up at her—this woman who haunted him nightly, who lived in his chest without rent or reason, who had kissed him in an alley once and then walked away like it hadn’t left him reeling for years.

His voice cracked with the weight of it. “C’mere, baby,” he whispered, barely above a breath. “Let me feel you. All of you.”

She moved slowly—ginger and gentle, and completely wrecked—as she straddled him, thighs resting on either side of his lap, chest flushed, lips kiss-swollen. His hands held her steady, but his eyes didn’t move.

They stayed locked on hers.

And when she reached between them, wrapping a soft, trembling hand around his cock to guide him in, Austin damn near broke.

He was huge. Hard. Slick with the condom, leaking at the tip, so worked up he could barely speak.

“Wait,” he said hoarsely, eyes flickering over her face, over her chest, back up to her eyes. “I—I need to see you take it. All of it.”

And she did.

She sank down on himslowlyw—agonizingly slowly—and they both gasped at the same time.

Her body welcomed him like it had been starved. Like it remembered him before it had ever touched him. Like she was made to take only him.

Austin’s head fell back against the seat, jaw clenched so tight it ached, his fingers digging into the softness of her hips as inch by inch she took him in.

“F-fuck,” he choked. “You’re—Jesus—you’re so tight, Solana. So wet. So perfect. I can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t believe you’re real.”

She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as her walls fluttered around him.

“You feel so deep,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Austin, you’re—oh my god—you’re so big.”

He pulled her closer. Pressed their foreheads together. His nose brushed hers.

“I’ve thought about this every night, baby. Every goddamn night. Had my hand around my cock thinking about you bouncing on me like this, soaking me just like this, moaning like that.”

She whimpered again, lips brushing his. “It’s all yours.”

That undid him.

He grabbed her ass and rolled his hips up, slow, letting her feel all of him drag against her walls, hit that spot deep inside that made her mouth drop open in a silent scream.

Her body shook.

He grinned, teeth gritted, sweat dripping down his temple.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, thrusting again, dragging her down on him. “You feel that, baby? That stretch? That’s me. Filling you up. Claiming what should’ve been mine five fucking years ago.”

She buried her face in his neck, moaning against his skin. “Austin—fuck—you’re too good. I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he snapped, voice breaking with lust. “You will. You’re gonna take every inch. You’re gonna come on my cock and let me ruin you for everyone else.”

He slowed down again—deep, grinding thrusts that made her whimper every time he bottomed out. His hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her tremble in his arms.

“You don’t even know what this does to me,” he whispered, kissing her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. “You feel like heaven. You feel like I’m dying and finally being forgiven.”

She cried out his name, hips stuttering as the coil built again, tighter and tighter, the stretch of him inside her too much and not enough all at once.

“I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m gonna—Austin, I’m gonna—”

“Look at me.” His hand caught her jaw, tilting her face up so her eyes met his. “Look at me when you come. I want you to see what you do to me.”

She did.

And then she exploded.

Third orgasm ripping through her like a storm, her whole body seizing, thighs shaking, back arching as her walls clamped down on him with a desperate need.

Austin’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, that’s it—that’s my girl, fuckfuckfuck—”

And then he came. Hard. Shuddering, shaking, hips jerking up into her as he moaned her name like it was the only prayer he’d ever known.

She collapsed into him. Chest against chest. Breathless.

His hands cradled the back of her head as he whispered, voice wrecked and raw and so full of love,

“You were worth every second I waited.”

Her whole body was humming.

Slick with sweat. Chest rising in shallow, stuttering breaths. Her thighs were sticky against his, twitching every few seconds like her muscles couldn’t figure out whether to collapse or climb back up to heaven.

And Austin? Austin was lying there. Flat on his back across the seat, shirt bunched beneath his shoulders, chain sticking to his skin, mouth open and dripping with need.

His voice came low, a hoarse rasp against the steam-fogged windows: “C’mere.”

She looked down at him, still breathless, lashes fluttering. “Austin, I—baby, I can’t, I just came—”

“I know,” he said, eyes dragging over her like he was starving again. “But I need to taste you one more time. Not because you owe me. Because I need it. Baby… I need it.”

The look in his eyes was enough to melt bone. And her legs moved on instinct.

She crawled up, shaky and sensitive, and he helped her—hands on her hips, guiding her gently until her knees were planted on either side of his head. His hands rubbed soothing circles into her thighs, even as his voice dropped an octave.

“Sit on my face, Solana.”

She hesitated, hovering just above his mouth, thighs trembling violently now.

And he looked up at her like she was art he didn’t think he was worthy to touch. Then, rough and reverent, he said, “Please.”

She whimpered—genuinely, helplessly—and slowly sank down, her thighs lowering onto his cheeks, her pussy just inches from his lips.

The second she touched his mouth, he moaned.

A deep, aching sound from the back of his throat, as if the taste of her was relief.

He grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, and pulled her flush against his face—tongue already licking a thick stripe up her slit, slow and obscene.

She screamed.

Her back arched, hands flying to the fogged glass for balance, palms flat as her knees nearly gave out on either side of his head.

Austin groaned again, louder this time. He sucked her clit into his mouth like it was the only thing keeping him alive—messy, wet, and fucking filthy. His tongue flicked and circled, fast then slow, then fast again, until she was sobbing above him, begging for air.

“Oh—fuck, Austin—Austin, I can’t—baby, I’m gonna—oh my god, I’m gonna fucking die—”

He just shook his head, still buried between her thighs, hands keeping her locked in place. His nose pressed against her, his mouth dragging every single sound out of her body like it was his personal soundtrack.

She tried to pull away. Tried to lift off his face, trembling all over. He growled.

“Sit back down.”

The command in his voice—raw, wrecked, trembling—shot straight through her core. She dropped back onto his face and he immediately dived back in, tongue slipping inside her this time, licking her up from the source like he was drinking holy water.

He drank her. Sloppy, slow, moaning like her pussy was the only thing he believed in.

His hands roamed up her back, his thumbs digging into her ass as he tilted his head, deeper, licking into her like he could pull her orgasm out with nothing but his mouth.

And the whole time? He was talking. Mouth full. Voice broken. Still running it.

“Fuck—so good—so fucking good, baby—can’t stop—can’t breathe and I don’t want to—taste like heaven, like home—come on, let go for me—come on.”

And she did.

Hard. Violent. Her entire body locking up, thighs squeezing his head so tight she almost saw stars, sobbing his name as her orgasm ripped through her for what had to be the fifth time.

She gushed into his mouth and he took it all. Groaning, still licking, still pressing kisses against her as her body shook like she was unraveling.

When she finally collapsed forward, her body slumping over the center console, legs fully done, Austin pulled her down gently. Kissed the inside of her thighs. Nuzzled the crease of her hip like she was the softest thing he’d ever touched.

And when she opened her eyes, dizzy and boneless and soaked in everything, he looked up at her with that half-smile and that slick mouth and whispered:

“Now you’re done.”

The air in the car was thick with it—heat, sweat, satisfaction. Every window was fogged to the point of condensation dripping. Clothes were everywhere. Her hoodie somewhere in the passenger seat. His shirt twisted beneath his spine. Her panties? Long gone.

And Solana… Solana was slumped in his lap like her bones had melted. Breath shallow. Eyes half-lidded. The kind of exhaustion that only came from being thoroughly loved on.

Austin pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then another to her temple. Then to the curve of her cheek. His arms were wrapped around her, tight but careful, like she might disappear if he let go even a little.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered, lips brushing her skin.

She hummed, voice hoarse and wrecked and sweet. “I think I saw God.”

He smiled, soft and full of heat. “You sounded like it.”

She chuckled, but it ended in a shaky little sigh. Her body still trembled, twitching involuntarily as the waves of sensation came back in little echoes.

Austin noticed immediately. His hand moved down her spine, gentle and slow, tracing the line of her back with his knuckles.

“You’re still shaking,” he murmured.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

Before she could protest, he was already moving—gathering her hoodie, his t-shirt, slipping them gently over her arms. His hands were delicate, respectful, threading fabric up her body like dressing a painting.

When she tried to lift herself, her knees buckled.

He caught her with both hands, eyes wide, but filled with nothing but tenderness.

“Easy, mama,” he said, voice low and sweet. “I got you. Of course you can’t walk—you took all of me like a champ.”

She blushed. Giggled. Leaned her head against his shoulder.

“You’re so annoying,” she whispered.

He grinned, kissed her forehead again. “Yeah, but I make it up in oral.”

She hit his chest, laughing for real this time.

And Austin? He just looked at her for a second. Took it all in. Her skin still glowing, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her eyes soft. And his heart cracked open.

He brought the hem of his shirt to her mouth and wiped the corner gently, then kissed the same spot after.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “You know that?”

She looked up, and for the first time since they’d started, her voice was small. Vulnerable. “You’re not gonna regret this tomorrow?”

Austin blinked. Then sat up straighter, brushing her curls back from her face.

“Baby,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I’ve been wanting this since 2020. You think I waited five years just to pretend this didn’t mean anything?”

Her breath caught. His thumb traced under her eye.

“I’m so in this, Solana. I want you in every way. Even the messy ones. Especially the messy ones.”

She didn’t respond with words—just pressed her forehead to his and closed her eyes.

Austin exhaled. Pulled the blanket he kept in his trunk around her shoulders. Tugged her in tighter. Pressed a hand to her thigh, rubbing soothing little circles as she drifted against him.

The city below them kept glowing.

The world kept spinning.

But inside the car?

It was just them. Soft. Wrecked. Happy.

[friendlyrandomperson]

Bad Day?

Eddie walks into the house and hangs up his coat and hat onto the coatrack, seemingly in a zombie-like state, eyes dropping slightly and a numb expression on his face, his eyes darker than usual. As he’s removing his shoes, a voice perks up from behind. “Eddie, hello! How are you today?” Eddie turns around to see Frank. Frank is wearing his usual outfit for nighttime; a simple lavender pajama set with a little white bowtie. However, he also has an apron draped over himself; a soft grey color with the straps and strings being a soft dandelion, with a beautiful green bug on the chest. Frank is standing outside of the kitchen wiping his hands with a dishtowel before Frank notices the blank and hurt expression on Eddie’s face. “This isn’t normal at all…“ Frank thinks, furrowing his brows slightly. Frank walks into the kitchen and sets down the dishtowel. He walks back out and crosses his arms. “Rough day, Dear?” Frank inquires, his voice and demeanor gentle towards his lover. Eddie sighs and unties his tie slowly, concerning Frank. “That certainly isn’t usual… he usually unties his tie swiftly…“ Frank walks over to Eddie as he’s walking away and grabs his hand loosely. Eddie steps backward, allowing Frank to grip his hand without struggle. Eddie turns around and looks at Frank before smiling slightly. “Frank, sweetheart, don’t you worry about me, okay? I simply got off track a little and had to rush through the day.” Eddie squeezes Frank’s hand gently before letting it go. He walks away into their room, and emerges a while later with moist hair draped over the sides of his face from a shower, and in a new outfit; something comfortable, really. A loose white t-shirt with a high neckline and a pair of purple plaid patterned pajama pants that hung loosely over his ankles. Frank walks out of the kitchen holding a cup of coffee, not wearing the apron anymore. Frank sits down on the couch, a red, shiny material, and sets down his coffee on the coaster rested on the table in front of him. He turns over to Eddie and pats the seat next to him, smiling warmly. Eddie sits down next to Frank, who places his hand on Eddie’s knee. “Are you okay, dear? This isn’t usually how you behave after a rushed day.” Frank moves his thumb back and forth in a comforting motion, attempting to get Eddie to feel better. Eddie smiles in an attempt to appear less upset, but he can’t hide it. The pain from the day’s events were a bit… much to say the least. Eddie’s eyes gave it all away; the glimmer of pain and the shine of tears starting to form as a lump formed in the orange puppet’s throat.

“Eddie…” Frank stops moving his thumb and scoots closer to Eddie, his right hand gently placed upon his lower thigh, motionless and tense, yet loose and relaxed. Eddie sighs and rests his hand on top of Frank’s. “Okay, fine, you got me. Today was a little bit… well uh- tougher than the others.” Eddie smiles softly as Frank grows more concerned, his grip slightly tightening around Eddie’s lower thigh. “Remember how I told you I had to rush through today?” Frank nods yes, keeping eye contact with Eddie. “Well; I suppose I wasn’t quite fast enough for Miss Starlet, I fell pretty far behind the ol’ schedule and I must have tossed ‘er off ‘er guard today.” Frank furrows his brow and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sally always causes problems with you.” Frank furrows his brow angrily as his head slowly begins to move. Frank takes his hand and pushes his head into place, holding it steady, relaxing his face before he speaks again.

“What happened then?”

Eddie gets nervous before furrowing his brows. “You ain’t gonna like this.” Eddie says as-a-matter-of-factly. Frank sighs and meets Eddie’s eyes, the grey man’s facial expression softening even more and his brow relaxing to a calm, loose curve. “I promise, whatever it is, I won’t be mad.” Frank smiles softly at Eddie, attempting to ease the tension just slightly. “Well… she uh… she said… she said..” Eddie mumbles something Frank cannot hear.

“Eddie, I could not hear that.”

“Well she uh… she said…”

Eddie sighs, looking away before imitating Sally surprisingly accurately, despite his accent shining through.

“The one thing you do for anybody in this entire town and you can’t even do that right, Mailman!”

Frank takes a deep breath to ground himself, genuinely considering sabotaging the next play, before he looks up at Eddie with genuine worry, concern, and pain in his eyes. Eddie sighs and lifts Frank’s hand off of his thigh and holds it gently in his hand in front of his chest. Frank places his free hand on top of Eddie’s and holds it lightly. Frank was never good with reassurance, that much was true. He settled for gently stroking the back of Eddie’s hand with his thumb.

Eddie looks away, focusing on the cup of coffee, which has lost a substantial amount of heat by now, cooling over the duration of the conversation. Frank places his left hand on Eddie’s cheek, then, shifting upwards a little bit, kisses him on the lips gently, providing a minor distraction from the problem that Eddie was going through. Eddie chuckles slightly as he places his hand onto Frank’s waist and kisses him back, eyes closed, both of them calming down. Eddie pulls away from the kiss after a moment, smiling softly at Frank, who has a gentle, kind look on his face. Frank sits back down, letting go of Eddie’s face and resting his hand on Eddie’s knee once more.

“If you would like, we could watch that one movie you’ve been waiting to start tonight. Would that make today a little better?” Frank smiles as he says this as his eyebrow raises inquisitively, clearly meaning every word. Eddie’s eyes brighten as he nods excitedly. “I’ll go get the popcorn-!” Eddie springs from his seat and runs to the kitchen, leaving a smiling, in love Frank in the living room, chuckling to himself.

To be frank, Frank loves Eddie.

[disneyvillainsdaily]

Creatives have always fought to have representation in their projects. Even under a company like Disney, if the team has something they want to show, they'll find their way around whatever the suits and sales execs forbid (especially for non-theatrical releases/media, where they might be able to get away with a bit more).

It got me thinking about an episode of Lilo & Stitch: The Series! that I've mentioned before, the one about Pleakley's family wanting him to settle down with a wife. I thought about this episode specifically because Jumba and Pleakley may have been shipped by the writers through bits and jokes and one-offs throughout the show, but in this episode they really tried to do the most official, "We ship these characters," as they possibly could without actually getting in trouble with the higher-ups.

Here's the setup for the episode if you're unfamiliar:

Pleakley's mother wanted him to finally marry a girl, or else she would find a girl for him back on his home planet. Pleakley ends up lying to get out of the arrangement, saying that he already has a woman he's engaged to on Earth. Just a minute later, when he answers the door, he realizes he's only made the situation worse: his family's there on the doorstep, saying they immediately "hopped a wormhole" to be there before his supposed wedding day.

He begins to stack lies on top of lies and claims that Nani is his bride-to-be. Nani is only convinced to go along with it after being reminded that, if Pleakley left, the only remaining adult to supervise Lilo would be Jumba.

Both Pleakley and Nani don't enjoy the charade they have to put up with for the next few days. Nani begrudgingly plays her part up until the actual wedding day, where she finds out that a real ordained minister was hired, meaning she would be legally married to Pleakley, which is where she draws the line. Nani refuses to be a part of the lie any longer and leaves just before the ceremony begins.

Here's where the Pleakley/Jumba stuff begins (and where the creative team had to start tiptoeing around what would force a rewrite from the execs):

Lilo convinces Jumba off-screen to take Nani's place. This way there's no need to write any kind of "ew no I don't want to" joke or have Lilo bribe him or something of the sort to get Jumba to do it. We don't see or hear Jumba's thoughts when he would supposedly be told that he is legally marrying Pleakley. This way the writers are neither confirming nor denying anything about Jumba being interested in Pleakley or not.

During the ceremony, Jumba doesn't seem put off by it all. There's no gag that he thinks it's gross to be married to Pleakley, or is "only doing it" because Lilo said he has to, or that he wants to be the groom instead of the bride, or anything like that. When asked for his name, he does claim to be "Jumbina," but that's most likely because Pleakley's family specifically wanted him to marry a girl (and are a very heteronormative bunch; if Jumba walked down the isle as a second groom, they would've been just as upset as if they found out Pleakley wasn't actually engaged). Regardless, I'd say Pleakley looks content-enough that Jumba's the one walking down the isle instead of Nani.

When the minister then asks for the vows, the audience is only given a single line from Pleakley: "Dearest, the day we met, I couldn't take my eye off you." As he says this, the genetic experiment of the episode -who happens to be a lie detector experiment- starts beeping loudly, meaning that was a lie. Which actually makes total sense. That was a lie. If you go back to the day they met, Pleakley was being brought to Jumba's prison cell, where Pleakley was told he'd be shipped off to catch a deadly experiment with this criminally-convicted mad-scientist he just met. These two were absolutely not a case of "love at first sight." I mean, when Pleakley first saw him, Jumba was crazily ripping up and stuffing newspaper into his mouth.

And that's the ONLY vow that we get to hear either of them say at the wedding. The writers explicitly made the ONLY vow a false one so the lie detector could buzz at it. Jumba and Pleakley don't say anything about how much they might actually love each other, because then the writers would be forced to make it a lie so they wouldn't get in trouble for suggesting that the two male characters have feelings for each other. If it was all just part of the joke, it would be super easy for the characters to say how much they "really love one another" and then have the lie detector go off in the background. The writers can't have vows that would imply that these characters are gay, so they instead made the characters not say vows that would imply that they aren't gay.

Now, if you know anything about how the legality of marriage actually works, you know that most fiction gets it wrong: you don't stop someone from being married by interrupting their "I do"s, cutting the minister off before they say "I now pronounce you," stopping the kiss, taking the rings, or anything like that. You are finally "legally married" when you sign the marriage certificate and legal paperwork, which can be during, after, or even before the actual wedding.

So, while the ceremony gets crashed just before the end of it by Gantu trying to grab the genetic experiment, that doesn't actually stop the marriage proceedings unless the signings are postponed. Also, let's appreciate how Pleakley immediately hops into Jumba's arms at the sight of danger, and how Jumba accepts it.

After the ceremony is wrecked and Pleakley explains all of his lies to his family -and they apologize for being hard on him and not understanding- the minister stands up from under the rubble to ask who's paying for the officiation as he holds up some papers, supposedly the legal documents for the marriage. But no one actually responds. The scene ends with a look of newfound-understanding between Pleakley and his mother about their conversation from just a moment ago.

There's no further comment towards the minister about how they don't actually need marriage papers or that the marriage itself is being called off. No one says anything about it in the wrap-up scene just afterwards where Pleakley's family leaves. There's no, "Man, I'm glad I didn't actually have to marry Pleakley," from Jumba or some kind of, "I'm glad that's over," from Pleakley.

From all we know, Pleakley and Jumba did sign those papers for the minister to file with the state of Hawaii.

And this is the best the writers could do. They weren't allowed to canonize/confirm anything, even if they wanted to. They have to try making it as canon as possible by explicitly not stating certain things that would delegitimize it. It becomes a whole assignment to carefully slip past the people holding their paychecks.

As the industry and world have shifted a bit, different kinds of representation have become at least somewhat easier to include than these ever-so-meticulously-crafted inclusions from the past. But, when the people in power have doubts on what might make/lose money, they immediately look to topics like these that polarize extremist audiences. Taking any kind of positive/accepting stance on representation is the first thing they neutralize. So, even when the inclusion has to be as convoluted as this, I still personally see and appreciate everything that the creative teams do.

[gyurilla]

next mistake - anyone but HER

synposis; sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.

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you arrived at the library, only two minutes late. you spotted sungho already seated, arms crossed, a sharp look on his face.

“hi sungho!” you said, smiling brightly trying to calm the stare he was giving you now

“i thought we said one pm” he said flatly.

“huh? oh sorry..? i was only two minutes late though” you blinked, caught off guard by his tone.

he didn’t reply, just opened his textbook with a sigh like it physically pained him. the silence between them stretched uncomfortably until you finally asked, “do you even want help, or…?”

you both had gone to the same schools your whole lives. sure, it had been a while since you’ve last spoke—but what was with the sudden attitude?

he glanced up, jaw tight. “does it look like i have a choice? coach said if i dont get my grades up im benched.”

“okay and im well aware of that” you shot back. “your coach made it very clear to me. but im here to help—so lose the attitude”

sungho scoffed, leaning back in his chair like this was all beneath him. “whatever.”

thirty minutes in, you were finally making progress—or so you thought. sungho finally wrote down an answer for a question he was stuck on for a couple minutes already, you glanced over and noticed a mistake.

“wait” you said, gently pointing at his notebook. “that part’s wrong. you mixed up the formulas, here, it’s actually supposed to be—”

“i got it.” he cut in, not looking up.

you paused, trying to stay patient. “im just saying—”

“can you not talk to me like im a child?” he snapped, eyes finally meeting yours, sharp and defensive.

“im sorry if i offended you, or belittled you..that wasnt my intention at all” you said, your voice quieter, more sincere.

——

two hours later, the study session FINALLY came to an end. you closed your notebook with a quiet sigh, already mentally checking out—your patience worn thin.

sungho stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder

“dont be late on monday,” he said flatly, then turned and walked off before you could say anything back.

no goodbye.

no thanks.

you stared after him, blinking once, scoffing at his behavior but then finally you let yourself breathe.

you weren’t sure what his problem was, but whatever it was, it didn’t have to sit on your chest anymore. at least not until monday.

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The Cost of Letting Go

(Part 2- Version 1)

Avenger!Natasha x Villain Reader

Word count: 759

Summary: After losing you again, Natasha sets out to find you, to bring you home… but, unfortunately she doesn’t get that far.

TW: Mentions of death, anxiety. Heavy angst.

She retraced every step you’d ever taken, every shadow you’d slipped into, every whisper your name had ever left behind. There were no leads, not really. Just half-burned files, smudged ink in old safehouse ledgers, and a static-riddled voice recording of you breathing hard into a wiretap before it cut to silence. That silence had stayed with her. It followed her through every mission she abandoned halfway, every debrief she refused to attend, every long, sleepless night where the only thing keeping her upright was the echo of your voice from a hundred memories ago. She wasn’t supposed to care. Not like this. You were a villain, a fugitive with power in your veins and blood on your hands, someone she was meant to detain, not chase across countries like a woman starved. But you’d let her go. When you were the one holding the knife. When the choice could’ve gone either way. And she’d watched your eyes flicker soft for just a second, watched the edge of your mouth twitch with something almost like a goodbye—and then you were gone. And Hydra found out. And punished you for it.

Weeks bled into months. Intel dried up. The trail went cold. Everyone told her to stop. Clint, Steve, even Fury with his one good eye full of doubt. “She made her choice,” they said, assuming you’d run, defected, turned your back. But Natasha knew. You wouldn’t have left without a reason. You wouldn’t have stayed silent unless someone forced your silence. She knew what Hydra did to people who faltered. Knew what happened to agents who failed their orders. And the thought of that happening to you—of them breaking your stubborn mouth, your smart hands, the heartbeat she’d memorised one night when you were too injured to walk and she’d carried you across a rooftop—made something fracture in her. So she kept looking.

Safehouses, shell companies, blood-soaked labs that reeked of metal and antiseptic. She chased ghosts. Questioned corpses. Paid off scientists with trembling hands and bruises that matched yours. She almost died twice. Didn’t care. She stopped wearing her comms. Slept once every three days. Ate less. Got quieter. Meaner. Like she was shedding everything human to become a weapon again—sharp enough to carve her way through whatever black site they were keeping you in. It was grief, Clint said once, trying to stop her before she left again. “This is what you do when you already know she’s gone.” Natasha hadn’t answered. Because he wasn’t wrong. But she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

Then she found the site. Deep in a ravine, shielded from satellites, its energy signature low enough to pass for ruins. The Hydra logo was long painted over, replaced with nothing. No guards. No heat. Just the ghosts of what had been. She didn’t hesitate. She went in.

There was no resistance. Just dust and decay and a stench she couldn’t name. She moved through the halls with her gun drawn, the silence screaming around her. Room after room. Torture equipment. Dried blood. Cells without doors. Beds with restraints. She found the room with your name on the wall—scrawled in chalk, over and over. Her hand shook when she touched it. A tally of days scratched into the concrete beneath it. The last one never finished. Just a broken line.

She found the records in a basement filing room. A drawer marked “failed assets.” Your file was on top. Red-stamped. TERMINATED. No details. No time of death. Just a log of dates and punishments and silence.

She didn’t scream. She just kept walking.

And in the final room, sealed tight with a rusted lock, she found the morgue.

Seven body bags lined the floor. No names. No identifiers. Like they were trash. Like you hadn’t mattered.

Her hands didn’t shake as she unzipped them.

Not until the seventh.

You were still beautiful. Even like that. Even with your mouth slack, your skin pale, a bruise high on your temple and stitches down your side like someone had tried to put you back together without knowing how. Your hands were folded over your ribs. Your lashes dusted your cheekbones. And for one horrible, impossible second, she thought she saw you breathe.

But you didn’t.

And when she collapsed beside you, when she pressed her forehead to yours and whispered your name over and over, it was the first time in years she cried like a child.

She’d found you. Just like she promised.

It was you.

But hidden away inside a body bag.

[Masterlist]