#i almost forgot to draw his earring haha

[not-harukal524]

モグモグ

i was eating lunch as i drew this! inspired by + dedicated to @x-mentally-eel-x ♡

[mrschristensen]

No Nut November - Hockey Game Steam

NNN Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut/sexual content (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!), female s/o, soft dom Hayden/sub s/o, hockey game mentions, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Hayden blowing off some steam (haha no pun intended 😉), pet names/name calling (baby, lovie), praise, creampie, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After watching an intense game on the TV, Hayden needs to blow off some steam; so he decides to take up on his favorite pastime.

-> note: Well hello hello! Quite a while it's been, hm? Not really though, since it's only been a week... And to be honest, I almost completely forgot to do it today. This week was so busy! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

WC: 444 words

Soft, quiet grunts escaped Hayden's lips as he was right next to her ear, rolling his hips into his girlfriend at a gentle yet fast pace. It felt so good, massaging her insides just right and giving her the ultimate pleasure. The Leafs won by just a smidge today, and it had gotten him all pent up. Well, it's not saying that he isn't always pent up when it comes to his lover.

"Hayden," she breathed, her hands moving to tangle in his dirty blonde curls. Both their bodies were coming together and molding into one, performing this intimate dance for their eyes only. Her breasts gently rocked in time with each of his thrusts, drawing his attention as his blue-gray gaze locked onto her full mounds for a few moments.

He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the already hardened bud and sucking gently yet thoroughly. She moaned as her back arched into him, leaning into his touch and craving for more. He couldn't help but smile, "So responsive, baby."

She whimpered in reply, and he captured her lips in a slow, soft kiss, taking his time as his hands threaded into the strands of her hair as well. It was euphoric, igniting the flames of passion inside them, but keeping that gentleness to it. Sometimes that's just what they needed, and this time was no exception.

"You're so perfect," he praised in a whisper, reangling himself a bit to hit her g-spot, making her let out a noise of pleasure just a bit louder. He made sure to keep hitting that spot, his fat tip kissing her cervix, heightening the pleasure for both of them.

"Y'gonna cum, lovie?" he asks in that soft yet agonizingly seductive voice, his Canadian accent coming out more than ever like it always does during sex.

She nods frantically, gripping his shoulders as if holding onto her last piece of sanity. "Can I?-" she gasps, her body starting to tremble a bit in his arms.

He smiled and chuckled a bit, ravishing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck. "Such a good girl, askin' for permission. C'mon, cum."

She whines and she does just that, right on command, letting out a cry of ecstasy as her juices coat his cock. He groans as he watches her come undone, and it's more than enough to send him over the edge as well, painting her insides with his sticky seed.

Panting and sticky with a light sheen of sweat on their bodies, he presses his forehead against hers. He opens his eyes and looks at her, giving her that insufferably dorkish smile. "Some hockey game, huh?"

[theaufanartist]

Hi everyone! I’m back haha!

Happy Sannie Day to my fellow Atinies following me here! And a thank you to everyone in general for sticking by, because I honestly didn’t know how long it would have been for me to get back into writing, so, thank you! I promise I’ll try to draw and write more like this, so please wait for me like you did🥺I forgot how much I loved writing, how much of a safe space it has always been to me in the past, and writing this small story, I realised how important it always has been of a part in my life-it has always been a safe space to me, and I hope y’all can find that in here, on this very account. Also, well, I’m almost close to the end of my winter break, which really makes me happy hahahaha, because I’m seriously bored, and also my roomie is back home in Vietnam, so I got the house to myself haha, but i miss her so much :( But well, that was it I guess haha. Also, I’m listening to a lot of Taylor Swift nowadays, ever since she released her “From the Vault”playlist<3

Anyways, my DMs are always open, if you wanna talk about anything and everything. I’ll try my very best to come up for the solution of any problems you have, or be a lending ear for you; but never think you’re alone and going through something, alone. I’m always here🫶🏽

Dress warm if it’s cold, stay hydrated both seasons haha! There’s finally hope for some good weather here in Wollongong haha!

Enjoy<33

[vargaslovinghours]

Just a little vulnerable

[3vwritesthings]

“What you want you shall receive.”

Contains: Suggestive content/making out.

(Gn reader)

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After Eula and Amber had headed down the mountain a bit for an ice bath leaving Bennett fast asleep in his chair, you turned your head to see Albedo carefully sketching something on a piece of paper attached to his clipboard. The way his wrist moved so gracefully along its surface was mesmerizing, almost magical; pencil making neat, clean strokes with every movement. Albedo looked up from his work, noticing you in your seat.

“Need anything?” He asked, teal eyes meeting your own.

“I was just wondering what you were drawing.”

He moved closer to you, clipboard and paper still in hand.

“Oh, Um. I’m creating a table.”

He showed you the amazingly detailed sketch of a table he’d drawn.

“I don’t have a decently large tables here in the camp, so I was going to make one using alchemy as I did with the chairs.”

You weren’t an alchemist, but you still found the way that it worked quite interesting. A while ago, Timaeus had taught you a bit of the basic things you could do with it, the way it worked.

You watched Albedo craft a long, medium-sized table out of his sketch with materials previously collected. Its design was simple, but all the same beautiful.

Seeing you observe his work in such amazement made Albedo happy. He smiled softly, getting up from his seat to move the new furniture to the back. On his return, he grabbed a book of the shelf and sat down once again. Before opening the book he’d grabbed, he noticed the fire’s light glowing onto your face. Attention now drawn to you, Albedo started to discreetly look at the rest of your features. Your face, hands, eyes, and your neck. You looked so innocent, so beautiful in this moment, fire blazing onto your perfect image.

Unbeknownst to Albedo, you were also looking at him as well. When Albedo had (seemingly) opened his book and read it, your eyes drifted to his soft, blonde hair. It shimmered brightly like the snow.

When you looked back at the teal irises, you locked eyes as he leaned in closer, slowly closing them. You kissed each other deeply, his lips touching your own softly, lovingly, passionately. Breaking away the two of you gasped for air, resuming the kiss moments after. After a bit, Albedo started to slide his tongue into your slightly open mouth, exploring it. The wet muscles clashed, fighting for dominance until his hands pulled you closer to sit you on his lap. You could feel his hard member as you shifted to position yourself more comfortably. The movement released a low moan from the alchemist. Hearing his soft voice was like music to your ears.

“Albedo…I want you.”

“Then what you want you shall receive.”

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I wrote this 6 months ago so I didn’t know what else to add since I forgot the prompt.

Haha…oops.

I don’t know why the end is double spaced between lines but oh well.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to ask for requests in Askbox.

Stay hydrated and eat <3

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Baby, Don't Cry- E.M.

Y/N is having a bad day, but it all comes to a head when a make or break assignment is left at home with no time to redo it.

Masterlist

TW- Anxiety, angst, cursing, mentions of panic attack, self doubt and deprecation

Pairing- Bestie!Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (haha I finally know what that means now!)

Word Count-1,698

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

It’s been a bad day. When you woke up, your head was pounding like someone dropped a brick on it in the night. Then, as you walked out the door, you missed a step and fell, scraping your knee and your palms as you hit the concrete of the walkway to your house. You realized you forgot your Walkman on the kitchen counter after breakfast as you searched your backpack for it on the bus ride to school, and you groan in frustration. Why does this have to happen today?! I’m supposed to give that speech in English third period!

It dawns on you then. You worked on it last night, putting finishing touches on it, but did you put it in your backpack? You frantically dig around, looking for the yellow folder you’ve designated for English, but it’s not there. You stare up to the sky like your God has personally slapped you in the face as you swallow thickly. “Fuck.” You breathe. It’s one of the biggest grades of the semester. You can try to redo it in your free second period, but you know it’s hopeless. There’s no way you’ll be able to write a three-page speech in an hour. Not after spending a week on it the first time.

You make it to school and fidget in your seat as you try to pay attention to math, scribbling equations on your paper as you listen to the teacher, but your mind is also trying to conjure up the lines in your speech to try to replicate it when you make it to the library for the next hour, but nothing coherent comes to you. Just fragments of thoughts and sentences.

You bolt out of your seat as soon as the bell rings, and you hit your scraped knee on the desk, making you twinge in pain. You rub at it through your jeans to try to calm the irritation, but it’s no use, so you just continue to the library, pushing past people in your way as they carelessly mingle in the middle of the hallway.

You find a seat in the back corner of the library and get to work, but after bullshitting through the first couple of paragraphs, you draw a blank. You reread what you’ve written over and over, trying to form a coherent thought on how to continue, but the clock is suddenly ticking so loudly in your ears, your knee and head are both screaming, and you don’t know what to do. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block everything out as you attempt to center yourself. When you hear someone plop down in the seat across from you, it makes you jump. Your eyes shoot open, and there sits your best friend, Eddie.

“Hey sweet stuff. How’s it hanging?” He asks. You just shake your head, your pencil tap tap tapping against the table as your leg shakes like an earthquake is directly underfoot.

“Not a good time, Ed,” You mutter, looking back down at the paper. In order for these events to have taken place, the industrial revolution was essential…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie asks sweetly, and it’s almost enough to make you start crying.

“Just… bad morning,” You grit through your teeth. You don’t want to rehash the horror show of a day you’ve already been experiencing. Eddie sits silently for a moment, but the tapping of your pencil clues him in on what kind of mood you’re in.

“You need some help? I think I did that speech last year,” Eddie offers, his head dipping to try to meet your gaze.

“No, I just need to focus. Left the real one at home. I’ve gotta present it in…” You flick your eyes to the clock. Only 20 minutes left. What? There’s no hope to finish it. Your heart sinks and you throw the pencil in frustration and shove the paper away from you, hiding your head in your arms as the tears start. You need that grade or else you’ll probably flunk and have to take summer school. Eddie panics for a moment, not sure what to do. He’s never seen you cry.

The crying makes your head throb even more and even though you really try to keep even breaths, you can’t stop as hyperventilation takes over. “Y/N, are you—” Eddie starts, but you pull yourself up out of your seat quickly and walk toward the cover of a floor to ceiling bookcase. Eddie gets up and follows, afraid you’re going to pass out at the sound of your heaving breaths.

You feel the heat of embarrassment flood your face as he sees you slide down the corner wall of the library, your breath getting away from you as you descend into a panic attack. You press your hands over your ears and tuck your legs in to your chest as best you can like you do at home, wincing as your jeans slide roughly over your sore knee.

Eddie sits next to you, hand reaching to rub your back as you rock gently back and forth, your heart feeling like it’s going to explode in your chest as it thrums a million miles an hour. You can’t form a thought, just a tangle of anxious feeling as your head throbs with intense pain. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay. We can just skip and you can bring it tomorrow. Come on, let’s just get out of here.” He suggests. You let out a jagged sob, knowing that even if you bring the speech tomorrow, it’ll be too late. It wasn’t good enough to get a really good grade, just enough to get you by. With the late points docked, there’s no chance of it passing.

“I-I-I can’t. M-m-move.” You finally say, your heavy breathing making it hard to talk. Eddie presses closer to you and wraps his arms around you, his head leaning on your shoulder.

 “Okay, we can sit here for a while. Let’s just try to get your breathing, okay? I don’t want you passing out on me.” He says reassuringly, one hand still rubbing your back. You nod and hold your breath, hoping it’ll reset your breathing rhythm. You let it out in a big gust, your chest stuttering as you breathe in another gulp of air and hold it.

“That’s good. You’re doing great, Y/N.” Eddie whispers. You let your breath out and try to focus on the comforting circles Eddie rubs into your back, soft and slow. Your sobs still stutter your breaths, but the breathing is slower.

Then the bell rings, reminding you that you’re going to fail because you were stupid and didn’t pack your assignment, and you’re going to have to go to summer school and your parents are gonna kick your ass and then they’re gonna kick you out because you’re so stupid and—

You press your hands to your ears again, your breath speeding back up as you rock back and forth, knees still pulled tight to your body. Eddie hushes you, pulling you closer to him to try to get you to stop moving so you can relax. You relent and let your head press hard into his chest, knees finally falling slack. He rocks you together, one hand still on your back as the other cards through your hair comfortingly. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. It’ll all be okay.” You squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can and shakily pull in another big breath, holding it for as long as you can before breathing out, then again, and again, and then your body starts to unclench, the release of tension in your muscles causing your body to tremble as you start relaxing into Eddie. “That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re doing great, okay? Just keep breathing for me.” He keeps whispering comforting words into your ear, his hands doing wonders to ease your anxiety as you finally begin coming back to Earth.

You start hiccupping painfully as your tears begin to slow, but your breathing has evened out in between. Finally, you gather the strength to look up at him. “Hey, there you are.” The hand in your hair goes to hold your cheek as he gives you a small smile, and you snort back snot, lip still wobbling as tears stream down your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie,” You say. He shakes his head.

“No, don’t be. It’s okay. This is what best friends are for, right?” You try to smile, but you’re sure it looks like a weird grimace with the involuntary quiver of your face.

“I guess you’re right…” You relent. It goes quiet again, save for your subsiding hiccups and deep breaths.

“You wanna get out of here? We can hang out at my place for the rest of the day. Wayne will be asleep so we won’t have to worry about him.” You swallow hard, trying to get all of the runoff from your sinuses out of your throat.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna be here anymore.” You feel another tear slip out of your eye, and you wipe it away on the back of your hand.

“Okay. You ready now?”

“Yeah,” You breathe a deep sigh. “Let’s go.” With that, you and Eddie detach yourself from each other and pull yourselves off the ground. Eddie grabs your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours as you walk back to the table you were sitting at to grab your things. As you walk toward the doors out of the library, you pause, not wanting to feel eyes on you. Eddie squeezes your hand, his big doe eyes sympathetic.

“You okay?”

“Don’t want people to stare,” You mutter, your eyes flicking to the ground.

“Don’t worry about that. If people stare, it’ll be at me. Resident freak here, remember?” He chuckles as he points a thumb to himself. You smile at him.

“Yeah, okay.” You walk out of the school together, Eddie cracking jokes until he finally makes you laugh. As you get in Eddie’s van with him, all you can think of is how lucky you are to have a friend like him.

[odetojeons]

Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven — Jeon Wonwoo

request:  Hello do you still take requests? Your writing is amazingggg!! Thank you for existing 😭💕. Can i req a whipped dom!wonwoo x fem reader where he has a size kink and a smol gf please? I think that will be a cute concept 🥺

tags: fem and sub!reader, dom!wonwoo, size kink, tattoed and pierced jeon wonwoo just because, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (uh idk why but I never write sex with a condom help), established wonwoo x reader, a tiiiny bit of spitting kink, very light verbal humiliation, aftercare, this goes from fluff to horny really quickly, fluff if you squint (or not?), a frankly unrealistic amount of cum, OH AND, stomach bulge 🥴

a/n: so haha I am back? with more filth? I tried adding fluff (even tho I completely forgot that the person who made the request asked for whipped wonwoo, good thing this is always in my agenda every time I write so I didn't have any problems lmfao) but I'm too much of a horny bitch and a simp for this man so,, idk? tell me what you think later! I hope you all perish— I mean, like this!

Word Count: 7826

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“Nope,” Wonwoo answers, giving you that kind of smile which makes you almost, almost feel less annoyed at the fact that you’ve been trying to reach something in the upper shelves for the last five minutes and he doesn’t move his ass to help you at all. “You’re just too cute trying to reach something.”

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There’s heat creeping up your neck, cheeks tinting red, and Wonwoo's smile gets bigger, shining and full of fondness. It leaves you stunned in silence for a while. It’s hard not to be in love with him. But it’s not like you try anyways.

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“J-just hurry up, aren’t you hungry?” you cough, looking away solely because you can’t stand the warmness in Wonwoo’s face without feeling like you’re going to combust any time soon.

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“I am. I can help you out,” he states simply, but doesn’t make a move. You gesticulate with your hand, pointing at him and at the rice jar in the upper shelf. “But only if you say please, though.”

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“I’m—” laughing incredulously, you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “Would you please get the rice jar for me, sir?”

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Wonwoo stares at you for a second too long, eyes a bit dark, and gets up to get the jar, without breaking eye contact. You instinctively make yourself smaller when his bigger and broader frame hovers over you, large enough to swallow your tiny body. The size difference has always been something you both feel incredibly turned on by.

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“So small,” he appreciates, always does, and your neck burns from the intensity of your blushing. “The cutest.”

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Wonwoo puts the rice jar in your hands, the darkness in his face melting into a beam.

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“Here it goes, little girl,” he says, going back to his chair to complete the task which he has been doing for at least ten minutes now. The way he says little girl has you dumbfounded, heart hammering against your chest. “Are you just going to stand there? Do you like being called little that much?”

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“Shut up,” you admonish, blushing furiously as you turn on your back to continue what you were doing.  You just hate how everything Wonwoo does affects you so much. You’re sure this must be bad for your health.

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The two of you continue your journey through cooking and eating after you’re both done with the preparations. Things with Wonwoo are always so easy, everything feels natural and domestic and the bubbling feeling of happiness you feel whenever you’re with him lulls you to fall in love with him even deeper than before.

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The way he teases you when you’re clumsy and spill sauce over yourself, but still cleans you up with the most fond smile ever, like you’re so completely adorable he can’t help himself. Or when you put more salt in the food than you should and you know it’s not that good, but he still compliments it and tells you he loves it so much, the sincerity in his eyes makes a surge of something pull at your lower stomach.

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If Jeon Wonwoo isn’t the love of your life, you don’t know who is.

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But right now you just want the ground to eat you alive and swallow you whole, because you’re standing right in front of the bed. The one bed. To which it suddenly doesn’t look big enough, not as you remember.

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Well, it’s not like you have never shared a bed before, you have even had a shit ton of sex in this exact piece of mattress, but the thing is, it’s been a while since you last saw Wonwoo. His job required him to spend three months away, and this is the first time you came to his house ever since he came back two days ago.

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You consider throwing yourself out of the window and into the dark, miserable night, thinks your poor heart will explode otherwise.

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“I’m not going to eat you.” Wonwoo’s voice carries over from the bathroom door, startling you into action. You jerk toward the bed, jumping on it and face flushing. You had showered before him, now dressed with one of his big shirts.

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It fell all the way to your mid thigh, the size difference between the two of you making you almost drown on the fabric of his clothes. It smells nice, smells like Wonwoo, and your cheeks burn when he drinks the sight of you in with dark eyes, not even trying to hide.

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“Unless you want me to,” he adds, not helping your situation at all.

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BSHANDJAJSND?, your brain supplies.

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“Oh my god,” you admonish, yanking the blanket off the bed and just as you get in, your eyes hone in on the ink swirling up Wonwoo’s right biceps. You have seen the tattoo through the pictures he sent you before, the snake crawling up to his shoulder, head stopping at his right chest.

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This is, however, the first time you’ve seen the metal bar through one of Wonwoo’s nipples — to which you already knew the existence of, but looking in person is totally different —, heat winding in the pit of your belly as you realize the snake is looking right at that same nipple. Unfortunately for your poor heart, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, hanging low on his hips, slim waist on display.

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There’s no other way to put it despite your best efforts. He looks like one of those Greek statues, rippling muscle and hand carved abs, the cut of his jaw too sharp to be real. Your mouth waters and you can’t look away.

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And Wonwoo has been changing. He always had the thin type of body, being slim and tall, but in the end of last year he started exchanging the lazy hours he spent gaming with animated workouts at the gym — something about the way he was wasting his precious time of life and he could be acquiring knowledge and being healthy instead of sitting in front of a computer for hours —, and holy fuck if the result wasn’t quite the damn view.

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You draw the blanket right up to your chin, back very purposefully to Wonwoo’s side of the bed as you’re still trying to stop the mild heart attack you have going on. You don’t want to see him climbing into bed for safety purposes but that doesn’t mean your heart rate doesn’t spike up when the bed dips. When Wonwoo settles down under the same blanket, your brain very enthusiastically — and meaningfully — points out that you’re only a few centimeters away and that there’s nothing separating you.

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His abs flash behind your eyes and you nearly throw the blanket off, ready to storm out of the room and sleep on the sofa instead. You let out a breath you don’t even know you’re holding when Wonwoo flicks the flight off, the room disappearing into darkness, before he turns on the red leds from under his bed.

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You feel warm all over with the fact that he still remembers you don’t like sleeping in complete darkness.

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You try not to tense too much when he drapes an arm around your waist, locking you in. Your legs tangle together as he adjusts himself better, the other arm coming behind your head to serve as a pillow. Now you’re not only dying from the closeness but as well essentially drooling over the bulge of his thick biceps.

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Congratulations universe for managing to make you even more desperate.

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You’re not sure how long you just lie there, staring out the window, unable to fall asleep. Your brain doesn’t want to shut off, a blaring alarm of Jeon Wonwoo going off in your head.

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“I missed you so much,” Wonwoo says as if he read your thoughts, voice soft and filled with warmth, and you find yourself immediately melting in his arms despite your nervousness. “Thought I was going crazy without you, munchkin.”

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There’s a hard squeeze in your heart. You just love so much when he calls you that.

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“Missed you too,” you admit with a smile, the tip of Wonwoo’s nose dragging through your hair as he inhales the smell of his own shampoo. “Missed your smell.”

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“Just my smell?” Wonwoo teases with a light tone, caressing his free hand on your inner thigh. It was supposed to be a feather-like gesture, but the closeness between the two of you made your body oversensitive, and you find yourself moaning softly as your skin rocks with a shiver.

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Wonwoo tenses immediately when he hears the sound, hand stuttering to a stop. There’s a beat of what you call the most painful silence you ever had — your mind swirls with the thought that you just ruined the mood, face heating up uncontrollably at your own neediness —, before his fingers sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, startling you with the strength behind his grip.

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You whine louder this time, the realization of his change of tone going from fond to an irrevocable order sinking wanton deep within your lower stomach. You try to close your legs, but Wonwoo’s leg stops you where it rests right in the middle of them, dangerously close to your throbbing core. You wonder if he could feel the heat emanating from it.

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“N-no,” you begin, voice already shaken up. Wonwoo’s breath caresses the helix of your ear, making goosebumps surge all over your skin. “Missed y-your bed too.”

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“Is that so?” he hums, chest vibrating where it presses against your back. “What else, munchkin?”

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“Missed—” your voice gets caught up in your throat when he licks your helix, teeth pulling the lobe of your ear. The soft drag of his lips all over that place is making your job difficult. “M-missed all of you, hmmm.”

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Wonwoo hums again, pleased with your answer, and leans so close to you your body gets half pinned to the bed. This way his bigger frame completely engulfs your smaller one, the difference between your sizes getting even more overwhelming now that he’s bulked up.

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And you’re not the only one affected by it, because as soon as Wonwoo realizes how he almost swallows you up in this position, he downright moans right by your ear.

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“So fucking small,” he tells you appreciatevely, voice one octave lower as his fingers presses on your inner thigh harder. “Missed touching you.”

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There’s a shift in Wonwoo, his leg rising up between yours and stopping centimeters away from the heat of your cunt, and you can’t hold back the shiver, wants Wonwoo to press down there. When you attempt to slide Wonwoo’s hand up and off of you so then you could turn around, you’re met with a growl instead, Wonwoo bodily pinning you to the bed.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and it makes you feel like you’re a prey just ready to be caught by the big, bad wolf. You whine softly at that thought, hand coming to grab at Wonwoo’s wrist reflexively.

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“Wonwoo,” is your answer, like that would explain everything. Wonwoo chuckles softly, embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

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“When we called and I saw your face,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

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Suddenly, you can’t remember how to breathe, Wonwoo’s mouth on your neck, planting a soft kiss just under your ear. He nuzzles into the same spot, kisses lower and your heart shakes loud enough you think the neighbors might hear, hyperaware of every inch of your bodies touching.

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“I know I couldn’t, so I did it all from behind,” Wonwoo admits, sending your mind into a little haze. Of course he has been jerking off to the thought of you, but hearing him say it out loud has your panties getting soaked. “Sticking my dick in…”

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Wonwoo hasn’t stopped nuzzling you, in some kind of daze as he inhales your scent. There’s a hand on your hip now, holding you down, liquid heat pooling in your belly, spreading outward.

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“…and fucking you mercilessly…” he continues, voice getting deeper and rougher with each word, his breath labored. “…and watching you cum endlessly… I thought I would be fine just imagining it.”

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“W-Won—” you start, breathless, the sound of your own voice sounding so airy leaving you embarrassed. But then finally, finally he presses his thigh into your core, your hips immediately going down to rut hard against the muscle.

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“Fucking drenched,” Wonwoo snarls lowly when he feels the wetness of your soaked panties dirtying the fabric of his sweatpants.

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The sound makes you writhe on the bed, fists balling in the mattress.

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“But seeing you, so small…” the trace of Wonwoo’s hand in your skin is light, almost like a gentle whisper as it makes a burning path up, up, up until it stops by your neck, fingers closing softly around your throat. “Makes me want to rail you, carve the shape of my big cock inside your walls.”

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Wonwoo’s teeth sink into the skin just at the base of your neck. It’s hardly a bite, you know he could leave worse, but then Wonwoo laps at it afterwards, tender, surrenders you into moving your hips obscenely on his thigh. The way he says, knows his cock is big has heat licking your insides, and if it were anyone else saying the same thing you would be cringed, but there’s just something special about Jeon Wonwoo doing this that makes him look like the hottest man alive.

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“You’re addicting,” Wonwoo admits with a growl, the feeling of his touch turning possessive as he helps you ride his thigh better by a hand on your waist. “Once I get a taste I can’t stop myself from wanting more. Wanna have my way with you until you’re all mine.”

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Need seeps through your bones, body trembling as you try to scatter the air it has been knocked out of your lungs when Wonwoo fits his cock in the curve of your ass.

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“Y-you’re hard,” you comment, as if it’s not obvious, but it has been so long since the last time you felt his bulge pressing against you that it makes you desperate. “You’re so hard.”

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“Who’s fault do you think it is?” Wonwoo questions, groaning when you sway your hips from side to side on his cock.

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“Can we…” you trail off, hiding your face in the pillow. “Y-you know?”

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“Nope, you gotta be more specific,” he says with a teasing smile, and you smack him in the arm. Wonwoo laughs before his voice gets serious. “Say it.”

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This switch of him turning on and off between a sweet boyfriend to the man who doms you never fails to give you a whiplash.

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“Can we— Can w-we fuck?” you ask shyly, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. You have no idea why you are being this shy.

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“Hmm, it depends,” Wonwoo hums like he’s considering the options. You turn to look at him, mortified, but he only laughs at your indignation. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

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You blush furiously at the question, face turning to look away as you mumble a yes, but then Wonwoo’s grabbing at your jaw and yanking your head back in place until you’re staring right in the deepness of his eyes, the intensity of them stunting you into complete silence.

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“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he orders, leaving no room for arguments, and you nod your head quickly at that. “Out loud.”

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“Y-yes,” you hurry to obey, watching satisfaction curl all over his face. “‘M always a good girl.”

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“I don’t think so, munchkin,” Wonwoo grins, wicked and teasing, and you brace yourself for whatever is going to happen this night. “Sometimes you’re so desperate and impatient you can’t even wait for me before fucking yourself with those plastic toys of yours.”

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“Wonwoo,” and you’re unable to look away even when shame burns all over your body. “H-how did you—”

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“How did I know?” your sentence morphs into a moan when Wonwoo presses his thigh so hard against you cunt it has your body jumping a little. “You think I wouldn’t feel how you’re more loose when I fucked you? You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

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Wonwoo is mercilessly dragging your hips up and down his leg, your whines sounding high and sweet in your own ears.

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“You’re oblivious even to yourself,” he tells you, tone rough as he ruts against your ass. Your heart lurches in your chest, Wonwoo’s words like a hot coal in the pit of your belly, erupting into flames. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, cunt pulsing with arousal. “Even today, the way you were staring at me…”

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But then, Wonwoo’s touch is gone. His hands leave your hips, thigh frees you from the pressure, and the warmth seems so far now. You turn, complaint already at the tip of your tongue, but Wonwoo’s faster, rougher as he manhandles you on your back and hovers over your body, caging you in with his arms.

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“You looked like a prey who has just been caught into the wolf’s den,” he smiles at you, wicked and cruel as he grabs your jaw and pushes your head back. “Like you wanted me to break you in until it feels like you’re in heaven.”

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There’s a breath against your bare neck, his groan hitting your skin when he bites it.

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“Or eat you up until there’s nothing left in you that doesn’t belong to me,” you’re definitely not expecting the moan that escapes Wonwoo’s mouth, so affected and deep it’s got all the hairs in your nape standing up, every fiber of your body telling you to submit. “Fuck, and it turns me on so much.”

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You make a sound out of neediness, hands reaching for Wonwoo. He goes easily, body pressing into yours as he crashes your lips together. Wonwoo kisses you like he wants to conquer you, licking into the seam of your mouth and teeth scraping at your bottom lip just so he could soothe the pain later with his tongue. Your head spins with the intensity of it, it’s messy and there’s too much spit and teeth, but that only makes it even more addicting.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t kiss you enough today. He almost never does when he’s feeling like that — possessive, mean, wicked even, when he needs you to know your damn place —, wants to ebb the pleasure away when you’re starting to get hotter until it’s replaced by pure desperation and you can’t do anything else other than beg for him to give in to you.

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So that’s what you do, staring up at his eyes trained on you as if you’re a prey.⠀

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“Please,” you start, voice caught into a moan when Wonwoo’s fingers sink into your jaw and his mouth falls ajar, like the sound of you saying this particular word gives a physical stroke to his cock. “P-please, fuck me. Wanna— Wanna belong t-to you.”

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And that’s enough. That’s enough, that’s enough, Wonwoo wants, you want, and he’ll give that to you since he has always been a weak man for your begging. There’s a fraction of seconds that he thinks he might pass out with all the blood rushing from his head to his other head, cock throbbing in his sweatpants.

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“Don’t know how so much eagerness fits into this little body of yours,” Wonwoo murmurs against your mouth, his hand squeezing your face. You find yourself parting your mouth open, whining, pliant and overwhelmed as Wonwoo slips his tongue in again, kissing you filthy. The scent of his familiar cologne is so sharp, surrounding you and leaving your mind dazed until all you can think is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. When he pulls back this time, Wonwoo pushes his thumb into your mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it further into your mouth.

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You moan around it, watching Wonwoo’s every reaction, the way his breath hitches, shoulders tensing. There’s a shift on the bed, Wonwoo moving up and up and up and you can’t breathe because now the bulge pressing against the fabric of his clothes is standing proudly right in front of your face, Wonwoo almost straddling your chest. You let the realization that he’s going to fuck your mouth sink deep within your core, and try not to show how deeply affected you are by the idea.

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You fail, of course, hips lifting off of the bed and falling down again, biting around the finger inside of your mouth that keeps you from taking a better look in the place you are dying to see.

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“That desperate to suck me off, baby?” Wonwoo asks, and you flush, hate how you love the humiliated burn, how it makes you wetter. You’re too embarrassed to throw something back at Wonwoo, gaze dropping to his erect cock the best you can. He pushes your head back up, making you look at him instead. “Do you wanna see it?”

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“I do,” you reply, a little too fast for your own good, and it only serves for Wonwoo to laugh at your neediness. You debate if you’re as red as you think you are, the burn in your cheeks spreading all the way down to your neck.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Wonwoo’s tone is almost condescending, still playful, like he doesn’t think you can even handle the sight of his cock, and you like how it makes your cunt twitch and ache. It’s as if you enjoy the belittlement, enjoy the way Wonwoo wants you to prove yourself.

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“I’m,” you start, swallowing, “I’m ready.”

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Wonwoo’s smile is a touch dark, nearly a sneer, but his hand leaves your mouth to hook a thumb in the waistband of his pants. You nearly drool. He pulls on the fabric until his cock is free, slapping against your left cheek and smearing precum on your face. Your head spins, realising that even this part of Wonwoo’s body seemed to have grown bigger. Maybe it’s your imagination, haven’t actually seen it in real life for the past three months, but the thickness is intimidating.

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The best intimidating possible.

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Your heart thuds in your chest, unable to look away from his cock. There’s spit collecting on your tongue, embarrassment fighting against your desire to please. Leaning forward, you suckle the tip into your mouth, making a pleased sound when you taste the salty tang of precum.

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Wonwoo leans back a bit, wanting to assess your face better, and the taut lines of his body contorts in an even hotter way with the new position. You moan again, staring at the piercing in Wonwoo’s nipple and the head of the inked snake looking at it, and sucks on the head, tongue pushing along the underside. Your body throbs with your own heated desire.

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You wrap a hand around the base, gut twisting hotly when you realise you can’t even get your fingers all the way around — no matter how many times you notice this, they all make you feel equally needy. And you’re not the only one affected by it, Wonwoo’s hips kicking forward and cock thrusting inside of your mouth, the growl he lets out going straight to your core.

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“Fuck,” he says, breath audible enough to echo inside the room. “I will ruin you.”

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The confession has your body arching for a few seconds, sucking hard on the tip of Wonwoo’s cock until he’s moaning at the feeling. He takes a fistful of your hair, but you push against the hold so you could take more of it into your mouth.

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“Quit it,” Wonwoo demands, your displeased whine making his hold grow firmer. “Do as you’re told or you might not get my cock at all tonight.”

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He pulls you off, your pants loud and labored.

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“Did I make myself clear?”

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“Yes, sir,” you add just for the teasing — but mostly because you want Wonwoo to punish you for making him lose his beloved control —, feeling pleased as you watch the clear change of expressions going on in Wonwoo’s face. His eyes darken impossibly more, eyebrows frowning and then there’s a hand on your neck.

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Your mouth goes dry as soon as his fingers close around your throat, body writhing and mind going into submission mode.

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“Filthy little slut,” Wonwoo snarls, face suddenly close, and then he’s spitting into your open mouth and you feel like you will come very soon. You flinch, eyes shutting on reflex, and then moan. “Want me to punish you, don’t you?”

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You don’t say anything, can’t say anything, but you hope the look in your eyes answers his question. It probably does, because there’s a tiny little smirk playing on the edge of Wonwoo’s lips before he kisses you, softer than you could ever imagine he would be in this moment.

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“I love you,” he breathes, the sudden confession making a different kind of burn itch your throat. You know very well that when Wonwoo tells you that I’m the middle of sex then it’s because this will be a passionate fucking. One of those that he keeps your body so close you think you might become one with him, one of those he kisses you so gently one moment only to treat you roughly in the other, one of those he wants to make you fall apart, crumble and cry and even so, it will be full of love and care and sweetness. “I love you so much.”

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Wonwoo doesn’t wait for your answer. Doesn’t need to, he knows your heart belongs to him.

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“Say ah for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo instructs and you obey, mouth hanging open, tongue out. Wonwoo slaps his cock against it, precum dirtying your tongue as the slap slap slap of his cock hitting your mouth fills the heavy air of the room. He even traces the tip over your upper lip, smearing precum along your cheek when he slaps your face with it before placing his cock right back on your waiting tongue. “Put this mouth to better use.”

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You do, eager to do as you’re told after Wonwoo’s confession, blood singing from his praise and his disparagement alike. You sink down onto it as far as you can take it, nearly gagging when it hits the back of your throat. Wonwoo drowns out a broken “fuck” above you, stroking your cheek and moving further in the bed to lessen the awkward twist of your neck.

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“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Wonwoo breathes, voice strained as you suck him off, head bobbing. He brushes your hair back, little groans and growls escaping him every time his cock hits the back of your throat, you swallowing around it, or when you speed up, fucking your mouth on Wonwoo’s length. “Such a pretty little cocksucker, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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You blush, heart hammering in your chest with the compliment, but he closes a fist in your hair and makes you stop all movements.

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“Gonna fuck your mouth,” Wonwoo starts, holding your wrist with his free hand and putting your fingers above his thigh. You know that it means if you want me to stop, tap twice, and it makes heat coil in your belly. “until you gag.”

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You moan a bit uncontrollably around his cock, legs kicking in the bed at the affirmation, and Wonwoo is staring at you with a look you can’t quite describe. It makes you ashamed of being so eager but at the same time proud of being his little cockslut.

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Wonwoo holds you in place, hips bucking into your mouth. He goes slow at first, wanting you to get used with the feeling because it has been a while since the last time you sucked him off. It is short lived, as soon as you look up at him and nod — the best you could with your movements being kind of restricted —, his thrusts turn sharp and fast, your jaw aching from how long you had Wonwoo’s fat cock in your mouth.

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You moan, one of your hands still working up and down along Wonwoo’s shaft as he fucks into you, tears beginning to prickle at the corners of your eyes. He falls a bit forward when you start gagging a little, throat convulsing around his thickness, and he sprawls his fingers in the wall for support.

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“Fuck fuck fuck, shit,” Wonwoo breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. Tingles spark down your spine, wetness pouring out of you and soaking your panties even more and you want so desperately to come, to be fucked, but you want to please him first.

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Wonwoo’s thrusts begin to turn erratic as he fucks your mouth, a growl erupting out of him on a particularly hard thrust, and then he’s pulling away. You look at him, mind in a haze, but still dumbfounded. His breath is labored and he looks like he’s having a hard time keeping together, hips thrusting into the air. It boosts your ego to see him this messed up because of you.

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“Did so well for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo tells you, voice strained from effort but still full of fondness, and you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach at the praise. It seems like he wants his orgasm to ebb away. At the look you’re giving him, he adds: “Wanna cum with you.”

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You mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. Wonwoo caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. His fingers brush against your nipple, the whine you let out being swallowed by Wonwoo’s greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.

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And then Wonwoo’s sucking. Hard.

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It caughts you off guard, hips lifting off of the bed and thigh pressing tightly against Wonwoo’s cock, his groan being muffled by your skin. He bites, suckles and kisses the particular spot underneath your jaw, so far up your neck you won’t be able to hide it, especially because it’s summer. And you feel warm all over, how he always remembers exactly your pleasure point, the place that has your head spinning with pleasure.

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Your hands fly to his hair, cunt throbbing with need when he tongues at the purple hickey, and it’s throbbing, pulsating with how hard he sucked. It leaves you breathless, not having time to recover when Wonwoo pulls your shirt up until he can get one nipple into his mouth.

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“Wonwon, fuck,” you whimper, body oversensitive with all that has been going on, and Wonwoo growls at the nickname, hand coming to pinch your other nipple like he’s telling you how much this affects him. “Please—”

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Wonwoo bites at it, tongue coming to soothe the pain later, and you’re sure the grip you have on his hair must be painful, but he says nothing; only looks more intent on making you moan. Wonwoo busies himself with sucking hickeys all over the place as one of his hands continues to descend down your body, thumb pressing in a spot by your hips that has your back arching and a desperate whine being pulled out of you.

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Down and down, his fingers then slips inside your penties, brushing across your clit so lightly that it has your whole body rocking with shivers.

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But then, Wonwoo’s body goes completely still. You feel him tensing under your palms, heat already flooding your face when you know he feels it, feels the way you’re already stretched open for him.

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“You—” he starts but stops himself, pushing a finger inside for great measure. Wonwoo growls when he meets almost no resistance, face lifting from where it rests on your chest to look at you. “When?”

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The intensity of his voice leaves your mouth dry.

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“E-earlier, in the— in the s-shower,” you confess, voice quiet, and you can’t look away, Wonwoo’s eyes pinning you to your spot.

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“Hah,” he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. Wonwoo pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. You moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. “Acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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He gyrates his hand, pushing hard and without mercy, right before he adds another finger, this time more slowly. It burns a little, his fingers way bigger than yours, but you love the slight pain.

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“Did you come into my house knowing I would fuck you?” Wonwoo asks, knows the answers but does it anyway. He moves his hand a little, waiting for your to be more comfortable with the sensation of his fingers, but as soon as your frown turns upside down, Wonwoo has no restrains whatsoever, fucking into you fast and sharp. “Fingered yourself knowing that I would split you open on my big cock?”

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You can’t even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but Wonwoo holds your waist with his free hand and pins them down hard. Your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can’t stop the loud moans slipping through your lips, doesn’t even care about the neighbors as your nails sink into Wonwoo’s back to the point it might leave tiny crescent moons all over it.

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“Did you come back then?” Wonwoo continues, pace unforgiving even when tears well up into your eyes. He trusts you to use your safeword if needed as much as you trust him to use his. “Did you?”

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You struggle to answer, voice being surrendered to moans and whines and whimpers and it’s hard to focus when he’s hitting your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

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“Ah! Ah, hmmm, f-fuck, please Won— Wonwon,” you try, can’t even understand how you still manage to get red when you realise Wonwoo is looking at you with so much desire. The point you both most like about your relationship is that Wonwoo is the dom, but he knows you have him in the palm of your tiny hands. “I, ah, d-din’t. Di— Didn’t want to, fuck, please— c-come without you—”

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Wonwoo pulls his fingers out at that, your cunt clenching around nothing as he goes lighting fast to take both of your clothes off, grab your waist and flip you on your stomach just as he reaches for the nightstand to grab what you know very well it’s a bottle of lube. He pulls your hips up until you’re face down, ass up on the bed, the hurry in all of this only sending desperation all over your body, and the sound of the cap being opened has butterflies in your stomach.

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“Yeah? Fuck,” Wonwoo sounds a mess, fingers hurrying to close a fist on his cock and jerk it off furiously to spread the lube better, the wet head nudging against your rim. “Fuck, shit, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

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“Do it,” you beg. “Please.”

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And who is he to deny what you want?

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Wonwoo pushes inside you slowly despite his hunger, knows he’s big and there’s an alarming size difference between the both of you.

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Your hands clench into fists and it feels like you’re being impaled onto Wonwoo’s cock, going deeper than any cock you ever taken before. Tears cling to your lashes as a small jolt of pain runs up your spine, the lube easing Wonwoo’s way in. Overall you’re proud of yourself, haven taken him before, more times than you can count, and you accommodate his cock like a pro.

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Your chest heaves, no amount of air feels like enough as Wonwoo’s cock all but punches everything out of you. You’re biting at the pillow by the time the last of it pushes into you, a haze surrounding your mind because it feels so good.

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Wonwoo’s groan transforms into a moan once he’s buried all the way into you, hips flush against your ass and spreading you open so wide and so deep, you would think you might break if you didn’t know any better. You gasp, back arching downward as you take your time to adjust to the large intrusion.

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Wonwoo kisses your shoulder tenderly, waiting for you to grow used to the feeling. He can be rough when it comes to bed, but he always is mindful of you no matter how impatient and desperate he is. There’s this soft feeling going on inside you, mixing with your pleasure and it only serves to make you more needy.

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Wonwoo doesn’t move for a while, hot breath falling against your neck as he stands behind you. You feel surrounded — his scent everywhere, the pulse of the hickeys he carved on your skin, the press of his long fingers on your waist —, your submission for Wonwoo’s eyes only.

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You nod at him.

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A lick at your neck is all the warning you get before Wonwoo pulls out so very slowly, cock dragging against your walls and rim. It feels like forever, you whining at the sensation, and then you’re being slammed back into.

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“Ah!” you gasp, eyes blurry as you struggle for air. You moan as Wonwoo drags himself back out again, and thrusts right back in and groans at the feeling. “Y-yes—”

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“So good,” Wonwoo growls, close to inhumane as he continues with that pace. “So fucking good.”

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Eventually, Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be able to go slow anymore, thrusts turning sharper and harder, his pace unrelenting. You find yourself almost screaming through it, so overwhelmed by the size of him — a good overwhelmed, the best overwhelmed —, but the way you feel so full and the exponential pleasure leaves you numb to any other thought.

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Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo, your mind seems to chant, fucked open mercilessly by your boyfriend.

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“Taking cock like a pro, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Wonwoo says, stops for a second, adjusts his hips, and then slams back right into your sweet spot, like he knows where it is by heart. Your body lurches forward, bed slamming against the wall. Hands reaching to hold onto something, you scramble against the sheats until one of them fists it and the other holds the pillow for dear life. “You’re gonna wake the whole hall, screaming like that.”

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You have enough of a decency to feel ashamed about it, but it’s not like neither of you actually care. If anything, Wonwoo fucks you harder, hips jamming inside you until your throat hurts from all the noises you’re making.

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“Please, p-please— I wanna— I h-have to— Fuck, ah!” you’re not even sure about what you’re begging for, Wonwoo pulling your hips to meet his thrusts half way. You love this, feeling like a ragdoll, being thrown around and only able to take what he gives to you.

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“Good little girl,” Wonwoo croons, his voice rough. Your skin glistens with sweat, the shimmering red light reflecting on it. “Looking so beautiful taking my cock.”

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You’re not sure what compels you after he says that but you reach down, hand smoothing down your abdomen because you feel like Wonwoo is spearing you open. But you go completely tense, squeezing Wonwoo so hard he stutters with a moan, because under your palm there is the outline of his cock protruding against your lower belly. The feeling makes you so overwhelmed that you can’t hold it in, whithe pleasure flooding you as you end up coming, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you’re crying all the way through it.

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“You’re coming?” Wonwoo deadpans, sounding surprised and angry at the same time. “Holy shit, you’re coming untouched and without my permission? What were you think—”

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Wonwoo’s complaint immediately dies down when you bring a trembling hand to grab his wrist and put his fingers in the cause of your orgasm. There’s a beat of silence, the both of you completely still, and then Wonwoo is growling the most animalistic growl you ever heard him do, the sheer intensity of it rocking all the way to your bones. He presses his hips so tightly into yours it has you sobbing.

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“Fuck,” it’s all he says, tone two octaves lower and sounding dangerous, doesn’t even have it in him to punish you. “Fuck.”

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It’s like the caged beast he keeps so carefully locked deep within himself started to surface. Wonwoo pushes your head down on the mattress, the other hand still on your belly. He pulls out until the tip and then slams back inside, as hard as he can, and you downright scream at the feeling, the oversensitiviness adding up to your pleasure.

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There’s another few seconds of silence, and then Wonwoo is fucking you brutally. His moans echo through the room, so completely desperate that it has you wailing, sobbing, crying desperate pleas for more.

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“Look at that,” Wonwoo says, hand pressing harder against the bulge in your stomach. “Pushed my big cock into you until your insides were forced to make room for it.”

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He grabs your arm and yanks you up, your back pressing against his chest and an arm circling around your waist. The other comes up to squeeze your left breast as you practically sit on his thighs. You moan at the feeling of his pierced nipple dragging against your skin every time he fucks up into you, your body only held in place because of the firm grip Wonwoo has on you.

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Sobbing, you feel like you’re losing yourself in the sensations, Wonwoo’s cock pounding into your cunt and his voice by your ear and the burn of his hips hitting your ass — by now it must be all red, the marks probably going to linger for some time. You can’t hold yourself together anymore, mouth open and drooling, tears clinging to your lashes, staccato moans falling from your lips that break on every thrust. You’re limp against Wonwoo, can’t even fuck back, letting him have his way with you.

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“Drooling all over yourself for my cock,” Wonwoo says, fucks in deep against your sweet spot and mouths at the side of your neck. “Because of me, right? Tell me.”

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“Y-you— yours, yours, please,” your head falls back on his shoulder, hand pressing tightly in the shape of his cock in your stomach, and at this point you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore.

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“I’ve broken you in, fuck.”

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And he did, really. He has broken you in, has you crying on his cock.

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“You belong to who?” Wonwoo pressed his hips flush on your ass, grinds hard enough for your body to be sent forward. A short few seconds so you can take a breath — or at least try to. “Hm? Who’s fucking you this good?”

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“W-Wonwoo, Wonwon, you, please,” you cry out as he starts to fuck you mercilessly again, the brutal pace punching moans out of you. “Ah, ah, ah, p-please, haaah, I’m y-yours— yours, b-belong to, hmmm, to you only, please!”

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“Yeah,” Wonwoo echoes, thrusts turning erratic and groans morphing into moans. “Mine.”

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“I can’t — I’m g-gonna—”

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“Come for me.”

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And it’s enough for you. Your muscles tense, toes curling as hot, white pleasure surges through your body and floods you until you fall limp on the bed, hips only up because Wonwoo is holding them tightly. You clench around his cock involuntarily, his groan muffled by your hair and he’s coming, Wonwoo’s cock twitching inside you as thick spurts of come fill you to the brim. They seem to be endless, his spunk filling you up until it’s dripping out and down your thighs.

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You don’t remember much of what happens later. Your mind spins and then you fall into a most needed slumber.

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You wake up a bit disoriented, having no idea how much has passed since you fell asleep, but you realise you’re all cleaned up and dressed, head resting in Wonwoo’s — thankfully, for the sake of your precious pussy — clothed chest as he uses his cellphone. He smells clean too, hair still a little bit wet, and you smile thinking that the shower you both took before going to bed was useless.

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“You’re up?” comes Wonwoo’s question when he feels your lips moving against him, placing his phone somewhere on the bed and circling his arms around you. You move your head, looking up at him with fondness.⠀

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“Hey, baby,” you breathe out, reaching to peck him in the lips once. He smiles, that kind of smile that leaves you breathless with love.

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“Hey, my love,” Wonwoo laughs when you blush at the pet name. It’s so sweet and endearing, you always feel warm whenever he says it. “I see you still get all red when I call you that.”

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“Shut up,” you swat at his arm, Wonwoo’s following laugh sounding like the best music you ever heard. “How much did I sleep?”

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“Not much,” he presses you tighter against him. “I think one hour? Something like that.”

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“Thanks for taking care of me,” you say, legs tangling with his and the smile never leaving your lips.

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“Of course, my love. Always will take care of you,” Wonwoo nuzzles your hair and inhales. “Got kind of surprised that I managed to fuck you into unconsciousness.”

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“Wonwoo,” you mortify with a laugh, hitting his chest, but he only giggles at you. He giggles. Your heart might explode soon.

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“What? Can’t I be happy that I pleasured my tiny girlfriend the way she deserves to?” Wonwoo says, and it sounds like a joke, but when you look up at him again to make a retort, the reverence in his eyes surrenders you speechless.⠀

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He stares at you with so much admiration and love, like you’re the most beautiful thing ever.

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“I love you,” you say instead, cheeks hurting from the way you’re smiling, and Wonwoo seems to be caught off guard because he’s blushing. Wonwoo’s blushing. He’s so cute you want to die.

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“Shut up and go back to sleep,” he coughs, pushing your head against his chest and you laugh at this shyness. “I love you too.”

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Yes. The warmness of his hands, the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the love in his eyes, the sweetness of his words — you missed everything about Jeon Wonwoo.

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Decided to try out oceannyyy’s Draw Ikeseries from Memory challenge where I kinda remember hairstyles but not eye shapes, and everyone’s super deformed.

Out of all the characters here, I’ve drawn Clavis, Mitsuhide, and Faust the most, and I think it shows haha.

How I remember everyone:

What I ended up drawing:

Since Ikepri’s the game I spend most of my time with out of all the games here nowadays, my memory’s a little better with remembering characteristics. Sorta... I blanked out hard on Luke’s hair after drawing his bangs and hair antenna. And I forgot Rio’s little stem. That earring on Silvio’s supposed to be on the other ear. Overall, everyone’s hair feels flatter lol. 

The Faust chibi I drew is so cute, wtf? But I did mess up on his hair a bit. Anyway, whoops, I made Will’s hair similar to Leo’s. I don’t remember much about Mozart. Or Charles for that matter apparently. Jean’s bangs should be more swoopy. 

This is where I start forgetting everything. This one was baaaaaaaad. I’m actually surprised I even remembered which eye was blue and green for Kenshin. But I forgot the eye color for Sasuke, Yukimura, Ranmaru, and MC. Also what MC’s bangs are like. And almost everyone’s hair. Of course Mitsuhide’s the only one that looks somewhat decent.

Why are there so many characters in Ikerev. Ikerev’s the one I spend the least amount of time in and my memory got worse the more characters I tried to recall. Something happened with Edgar. I had a clear image of Blanc in my head when I started and then I forgot as I went in order. Should’ve started with him.

Also crossposted on twitter

[whaleofatjme1920]

[hullo ^^ this is for the strings of fate thing, i hope i didn’t write too much ^^;]

[Lex, any pronouns but usually she, mh/creepypasta, 18, romantic]

Dear Yue Lao,

i hope you’re doing well, with all the godly things and all. i write to you in hopes that you’ll help me out here a little. see, i am in search of a lover, and i have heard you’d be my best bet. with this letter i have given you a few offerings which i hope you will enjoy (disclosed at the end). i suppose i should tell you about myself.

i’m a little shy and timid at first, scared others will judge me, but once you get to know me i’m as loud and spontaneous as my social battery allows. i love cats, taking naps, wearing large hoodies, and having my fringe over my eyes for the aesthetic of it. i love anything arts related, such as illustration and music and writing. i write and read quite a lot, listen to music practically constantly, and i enjoy drawing and making music of my own (i play the flute and guitar ^^). i love dark colors and dark clothes, the alternative/punk/emo type of style as well. i haven’t had the happiest of lives up to this point, but i always persevere - even if it’s pure spite sometimes - and i keep pushing. im inside my own head all the time, constantly thinking and wondering and observing, and sometimes it can lead to my downfall, but it doesn’t stop me haha. when i love, i tend to love with all of me, and i want to do everything in my power to make sure my partner feels loved and appreciated and respected. i get distracted VERY easily, and i tend to ramble. speaking of, i should probably end this here before i write too much.

wishing you the best,

Lex.

[enclosed with the document: a pressed flower - rose, to be exact; a stick of lavender incense; a small ceramic cat figurine; my favourite pen; a draft page of some poetry; and finally, an amethyst crystal.]

Red String of Fate - The Event

[AN: so,,,,,, how are you doing,,,,,,??? I have literally no excuse why this is literally MONTHTS LATE. I'm really sorry. I never forgot, I just had a lot going on. I can't stand seeing this and not having it done so here it is, all this time later if you're still around to see it. My sincerest apologies.]

This event has been closed for months, Lex was my last.

Somewhere up in the heavens sitting in a courtyard is an elderly god that toys lovingly with the small cat on his lap. He's been busy, that much is true. Busy, a bit tired, but making connections like never before. A soft smile lays on his lips as his index and middle finger wiggle playfully to avoid her quick paws. He laughs softly when she catches him before he sees her ears perk. Curiosity piques on the elderly god's face. Something has caught her attention.

Bao leaps up from the old god's lap before scurrying off across the courtyard. A shadow is cast by Chang'e's light as her paws quickly move across the stone and gravel paths. Her nose twitches. She's forgotten something and she knows it. She mews softly to Yue Lao's servants, almost as if she's asking them to clear the halls before pushing her small body to the front of his palace. The guards, akin to decoration as Yue Lao's power is mightier than his form would have you believe, watch with amusement as the small cat nudges the doors open. She makes a small 'mrrrrow' at them before rushing through the clouds to the edge that usually overlooks one of the god's favorite places in all of China to see it's shifted. Her ears flatten against her skull before she moves her tail down, sweeping it across the earth like a gentle breeze. And she feels it - it's a woven basket.

Calloused hands of a man brush against her tail in an all too familiar fashion and Bao finds it fit to look down. There, down on earth handing the basket up to the winds is princess Zhinu's husband, Niulang. At his side is his most trusted friend, the ox with Niulang and Zhinu's two children resting atop his back. A smile rests on his tired, weary face from yet another day without seeing his love, but he offers the letter and its offerings up all the same. He'd found it at one of Zhinu's shrines. He knows it's wrong to peek, but the energy was not for her. Realizing the mistake, he found it appropriate to pass it back upwards.

Bao catches the basket with her tail and purrs down at the princess's husband before taking the handle gingerly into her mouth. She moves her way through Yue Lao's grand palace to where he awaits for her in the courtyard. She rests the basket in front of him before prodding at it. Yue Lao's eyes widen. How had he forgotten this one? He nods for Bao to get him a spool of red thread before reading over your letter. He reads it again and again, wondering just how long you've prayed to him only for silence. He mentally scolds himself before seeing the offerings you've left. Incense, a small ceramic cat, a pen that you seem to adore, poetry and an amethyst. They're all such lovely gifts! But the poetry, it seems so familiar. He hasn't read your letter until now, and he hasn't ever seen your poetry. How does he know it word for word?

Yue Lao wonders if you're the one he's been dreaming of. Or rather, if your soulmate is the one he's deemed familiar. He can see the form of a man in his eyes, a man who's repeatedly shown up yet he could not place.

When Bao returns, he takes the spool gingerly from her mouth and wraps one end tightly around your pinky as you slumber, the other for the man he's sure the god of dreams has been shoving towards him as a reminder for him to fulfill his marriage and love god duties. He sighs for but a moment before seeing him as he moves across the earth. This man is alone. Dark hair, dark eyes, he's tall and holding something in his hand. Yue Lao pulls a small face when he realizes it's a weapon. Is that really the man he wants to pair you with? Will you be safe?

Bao nudges his hand as she sees the man Yue Lao has his moonlight crested eyes set upon. Tim Wright was his human name, but he's something different now and goes by Masky. She nudges his hand once more before mewing in approval at how Yue Lao's hands tie the thread to Masky's pinky. She nudges his hand again and he sighs softly in defeat with a quiet chuckle. Tossing her gently in the air, Bao closes her eyes and finds herself land somewhere in the woods. Her paws crunch on late autumnal leaves. She can smell cigarettes, iron, and the unmistakable scent of a campfire's lingering smoke. Applewood, and graphite. She thinks it's funny that Tim is so close to you, and here he is, dumbstruck by how a glowing red string has materialized on his pinky.

Bao wastes no time in approaching Masky. Her tail swishes in a relatively friendly manner before she bites at the string. "Hey wait-!" He huffs as she tugs on it with a force no house cat should have. It causes him to stumble, and he almost falls from the sheer strength. He watches the cat as she tugs on him, much too impatient for him to figure out how the string works for himself when he recognizes her fur patterns. Her jade eyes, those are the same ones he's seen in his dreams. For months, he's been visited by a small cat and someone who looks more beautiful than what should be allowed. He begins to match pace with Bao, letting her guide him to a neighborhood through the woods. The red string glows brightly, and it is taught. It no longer rests along the earth, but upwards, as if leading to the upper floor of someone's home.

Masky moves quickly and silently. He does not wish to wake up the neighborhood as he follows the glowing string and Bao's soft paw-falls. And then he sees it. How his string leads up towards a window. He doesn't hesitate climbing, not caring how his teammates in the distance call out for him through their mental connection. Something deep within him has been calling to you. At the top, he peers into your window. You're illuminated slightly by the red thread, absentmindedly toying with it. There's an amused look on your face that it's finally appeared, but it is only when he tugs on it by waving that you realize your prayer has finally been answered.

[aubreyprc]

Keep me close, love me most

Part one

Emily is a doctor. Emily is dating Aaron. What happens when its her hospital he ends up at? 

Thats it. Its the doctor au. Its four months late and its half done. But its here. Yay. yell at me for part two. if you want it, of course. hehe. enjoy. love u guys. missing u all <3

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It’s ridiculous, that’s all he can think as he sits on the edge of the uncomfortable hospital bed holding a handful of bandages to his head, the once white sheets now showing more of a red tint, but still, it’s ridiculous, because he’s fine. He’s suffered worse than a cut to the forehead from the corner of a cupboard. A cupboard he forgot was there.

He’s muttering ridiculous under his breath with a huffed laugh when then curtain peals open and he’s star struck straight away, unable to take his eyes off her as she says words he can’t hear, completely entranced by her.

“Agent Hotchner?” she smirks as he snaps from his trance, the smile of her face making his heart warm. “Did you hear what I said?” she questions, sitting across from him as she drops the clipboard to her lap and raises an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he lies, praying silently to himself that she won’t ask him to repeat it.

She simply hums, holding back a smile and drops her head, reading from the clipboard again.

“The information I have is correct? No allergies to any medication?” she repeats, looking up to find him staring at her again and she blushes slightly, tilting her head down as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No allergies.” he tells her, watching as she opens the draw to grab what she needs.

“You can drop the tissues now, Agent.” she smirks, holding up a cotton swab and chuckles, dropping his hand.

“Sorry Doctor…” he pauses, reading the tag on her white coat, “Prentiss.”

“That’s a pretty deep cut.” she comments as she rubs numbing cream on his wound.

They both try to ignore the bolt of… something the moment they touch.

“It was a pretty sharp corner.” he jokes, a laugh in his voice as he speaks. The sound of her laughter leaves him almost in pieces, completely enchanted by everything about the woman. Unable to take his eyes off her.

“New cupboard, or are you just stupid?” she teases with a sly smirk as she picks up the stitches.

“Haha,” he says, “no, it’s a new apartment, I forgot it was there.”

“Hm,” she nods, threading the first part through his head, “so stupid, then?” she jokes and he squints at her, before hissing slightly as she threads through another stitch.

“Do you bully all your patients?” he asks.

“Only the ones who walk into their own cupboards.” she smiles. “FBI…” she says, and he frowns in confusion, “you’re supposed to be the hero’s of the state and you’re … walking into the corner of cupboards…” she teases and he holds back a laugh, “makes me wonder if us civilians are truly safe.”

“With you as their doctor, I’m sure they’d be just fine.” he flirts, smiling at the pink tint that grows on her cheeks as she bites her bottom lip.

“Done.” she says, stepping back, the tint on her face fading as she clears her throat. “If you just sign here, then you’re discharged.” she smiles, handing over the clipboard.

He signs, working over the wording of how to ask her out in his mind, because he knows he has to. Knows there is something about her, he’s completely and utterly enamoured by her and he has to ask her out. He has to see her again. Without the cut. And in a better setting.

“How about a drink?” he says casually as he hands over the clipboard, so casually, no one would guess that his heart was hammering faster than he’s ever thought it could. “I think I deserve one after being the butt of all your bullying.”

“A drink?” she asks, looking at him.

“Yeah.” he says, “maybe even dinner.”

“You can’t ask me out, you’re a patient.” she grins.

“Technically, you just discharged me.” he grins back, tapping on the clipboard in her hands and she laughs.

“Fine,” she nods, “one drink.” she agrees, walking towards the curtain, she turns, catching his eyes and smirks. “You’re my last for today, I can meet you outside in about half an hour.” she says, and then she's gone.

It takes him fifteen minutes to even leave the room, trying to piece together the last however long he just spent with her.

He waits outside, shuffling his feet nervously. The sound of the doors opening make him turn quickly, and his eyes follow her as she heads out, finding her even more beautiful now than he did before, and he wonders to himself for a moment, how that is even possible.

“One drink.” she points, walking past him, and she laughs when he mutters a yes ma’am as he steps at the side of her.

It wasn’t one drink.

It was also eighteen months ago.

She groans as his alarm blasts through the room, wrapping the pillow over her face as he mutters his apologies, stopping the harsh sound. He turns to face her, smiling as she drops the pillow and turns, her own smile growing on her face as she squints her eyes at him.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning over to kiss her.

“It’s the night for me,” she teases, cupping his cheek to kiss him again. “But good morning.” she smiles.

“I like waking up next to you. It’s been a few days…” he comments and she pouts, rubbing her thumb across his cheek.

“I know babe, I’m sorry.” she pouts, “Tomorrow is my night shift though, then I’m all yours after eight pm for a whole week.” she laughs, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck as he pulls her into him, tracing a hand up her leg as she bends it to wrap around his waist.

“All week huh,” he smirks, kissing her lips, jaw, neck, before she cups his face and brings it to hers, kissing him softly again before looking at him.

“All week.” she smiles, “but right now I really need to go to sleep.” she whispers, and he nods, tracing a soft hand down her arm.

“How long have you been home?” he asks her.

“About two hours.” she yawns, “I think I’d been asleep maybe half an hour before your alarm went off.”

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, “get some sleep.” he says, before kissing her. “I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” he says, and he taps her ass twice before hoping out of the bed, the sound of her happy laughter following him into the bathroom.

She’s sound asleep by the time he’s ready and he goes about his morning as quietly as he can, taking the call from JJ in Jack’s bedroom as it’s the furthest away room from their own. His own. He forces himself to remember, even though she may stay here most nights, he’s yet to ask to move in, he should get on that—

“Where?” he asks JJ in shock.

“It’s a rough one. I’ll see you soon.”

He wakes her before he leaves, kissing her forehead.

“Where you going?” she mumbles, smiling as he kisses her lips.

“Canada.” he answers, and laughs at the confused look on her face. “I know.” he says, “I’ll call you tonight and then when we’re back. Should only be a few days.”

“I love you.” he whispers into her lips as she presses them to his and she smiles, before kissing him.

“I love you too,” she tells him, “be safe.”

“Always.” he promises, “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll see you soon.” she repeats.

They say it because they believe it. Because he always comes home to her.

How could they have known it would be the start of the end?

She’s chatting with Tsia, laughing at something stupid the other woman is saying while they take advantage of the quiet, with the last three nights having been busy, trauma’s coming at them from all angles, they allow themselves to enjoy the peace, the calm before the storm, they always say.

“Sixteen hours to go, and then you’re free to spend your nights with Mr FBI Agent.” Tsia says, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend as she laughs. “Have you heard from him?”

“No,” she says, nervously fidgeting with her pen and the woman smiles sadly, reaching a hand out, knowing how worrying it must be to have someone you love work in such a dangerous field.

“I’m sure you will soon,” she says, “he’s in Canada right? Means it must be a big one.” she tries to comfort her.

“Yeah,” Emily says, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

“It’s only been what? A day?” she asks and Emily nods.

“He left yesterday morning…” Emily says, “I haven’t heard from him since last night.”

“He—”

Trauma incoming, can all on call trauma and department chiefs make their way to the bay

The intercom interrupts their conversation, and Emily sighs, dropping her head before leaning of the counter.

“That’s you,” Tsia says, “I’m sure by the time you’re done, Aaron would have called.”

Emily smiles before heading off, throwing her loose hair over her shoulder and tying it. The gurney is being wheeled in as she reaches the group of doctors and she pauses when they all look at her.

“What?” she questions, dropping her hands. “Move. Come on.” she says, instructing them to follow the gurney. She’s about to follow them herself when Clyde stands in front of her and she sighs and steps back.

“What are you doing?” she questions her boss, “I’m the on call trauma attending.”

“Not for this one.” he says softly, and she stares at him with confusion while he looks at her as though he’s unsure of what to say and she sighs.

“Clyde I’ve had a really long week what—”

“Emily.” He says, stopping her mid rant and she freezes.

“What?” she asks, trying to step passed him but he moves, stopping her. “Clyde. What’s going on? Who—”

“It’s Aaron.” he tells her.

Her heart drops into her stomach and the world stops. All she can do is stare at him, her mind running a mile a minute as she tries to process what she’s been told. She can’t think straight, doesn’t understand what he means because it can’t be Aaron… Aaron is in Canada.

She move’s past Clyde quicker than he can stop her, panic cursing through her as her heart hammers in her chest and she shakes her head, doesn’t believe that it’s Aaron, she can’t.

“Em—” Sean says, stepping towards her as she enters the room, blocking her view of the man her colleague’s are working to save, quick demands coming from everyone but she can’t process it, can only hear the words. “Emily you can’t be in here.” he tells her, “you can’t expect us to work on him with you stood watching. That’s too much pressure on everyone. It’s too much for you.” he explains, slowly pushing her backwards and her eyes lock with his.

“Get out of my way.” she says in a tone no one has heard from her before, it sounds dark and full of fear, her eyes staring right into his as though she could and would fight her way past him, but he cares about her too much to let her see this, to have this imprinted in her memory, because it’s a tough sight even for him, and he barley knows the man.

“You know I can’t do that.” he tells her, “let them do their jobs. You taught them. You know he’s in good hands.” he says softly, swallowing the lump that lands in his throat as her eyes glass over. “I’m sorry. But trust me, you don’t want to see.” he tells her.

He realises his mistake when her eyes widen, and he watches her heart break.

“What happened? Why is he here?” she asks, but before he can even think of how to answer it, she’s past him, and he turns just in time to watch her freeze as she reaches him, her short intake of breath as she sees the stab wounds and the blood and he gently places a hand on her shoulder.

“Get her out of here.” Clyde says as he passes them, preparing to remove her himself when she looks at him.

“What the hell happened?” she whispers brokenly, and all he can do is shake his head as Sean gently pulls her out of the room. As the door shuts he turns to everyone, all eyes on him as they wonder just what the fuck there supposed to do when the dying man on the table is their bosses boyfriend.

“We work hard, we work fast, and we do our best. If we loose him I want us to be able to look her in the eye and tell her we did everything we could.”

She takes a seat in the staff room, runs a hand through her hair as she leans forward, the sight of the stab wounds marking his skin flashing before her eyes as they close and she wants to scream. Doesn’t understand what happened, doesn’t understand how he went from Canada to her ER in the last twenty four hours since she’d spoken to him last and most certainly does not understand why he’s been attacked.

“Hey,” Tsia says sadly as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her and leaning on it. Emily looks at her, wiping the tears from her cheek as she releases a shaky breath. “We’ve tried to call his team, we haven’t been able to get through. Maybe you should try again in the morning?”

“Yeah,” she says quietly, “how is he?” she asks, terror attaching itself to her as she waits.

“He’s not strong enough for surgery yet, but Clyde’s in there, he’s in good hands.”

“God,” she laughs brokenly, “what the hell happened?”

“I don’t know, babe.” she whispers, “the police are at his apartment, but so far there isn’t really anything that tells them who it could have been.” she says, stepping away from the door as someone opens it.

“Doctor Prentiss,” one of her residents say and she looks up. “The ID he was found with…” he says, passing it over to her, “It isn’t his.”

She frowns as she takes it, opening it and ending up with more questions than she started with.

“Why did he have Derek’s FBI badge?” she questions.

“It was on him when he was dropped off…”

“He was dropped off?” she asks.

“Yeah… the police are looking through the CCTV. They managed to get ahold of his team, they’re on their way.”

“Okay, thank you.” she says, nodding her head and he smiles, taking his exit.

“It’s weird that he has Derek’s badge right?”

“I have no idea.” she says, shaking her head. “We… we don’t talk about his work anymore. Not since he got back from Boston after loosing a suspect.”

“He never told you anything about it?”

She shakes her head, “always said it was better I never knew. And I never asked.”

“Do you think it could be connected?” she questions.

“I don’t know,” she says, staring down at the badge. Tsia goes to speak again when code blue alarm sirens around the hospital and they both freeze, before taking off.

She’s about to step through the doors, can hear her colleagues in the room as they shout clear, can hear the flat line as it rings in her ears when she’s dragged back- held back from getting to him and is spun around.

“Look at me.” Clyde tells her, “stop.”

“Let me go.” she fights, and he stares at her. She’s about to speak again when they’re rushing out of the room.

“We can’t wait any longer. If we don’t stop this bleeding he’ll—” they stop when they see Emily, her eyes glued to the man being kept alive by a breathing tube. “We have to go. Now.”

“I’m right behind you.” he tells them, and as he’s wheeled away, Emily looks at him.

“I—”

“I’m going to do everything I can.” he promises her, and she nods, watching him run towards the OR.

“Emily.” someone shouts from behind her and she turns to find JJ heading her way. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know…” she whispers, “he erm… he was brought in with this.” she tells her as Derek and Dave head over.

“Son of a bitch.” Derek mumbles as he takes the badge.

“George?” JJ asks.

“It has to be. He’s the only one who had this..”

“Who’s George?” Emily asks them, and JJ smiles sadly and tilts her head to the chair, preparing to tell her about the man. About Boston.

“We need to get into his apartment. If he gave something back it also means he took something.” Morgan says while Emily stares ahead in disbelief.

"What the hell happened?" she whispers once again, unable to process what is going on around her, unable to understand why the man she loves is in emergency surgery.

"Has he told you anything about Boston? About George Foyet?" JJ asks and she shakes her head.

"No..." she says, frowning, "is that who you think did this?"

"That what Morgan has gone to find out." she tells her, and Emily sighs, putting her head in her hands before running them through her hair, exhaling. "It's going to be okay," JJ says, and Emily looks at her.

"How?" she questions, and the blonde woman silences, unable to give an answer.

Two hours pass and Emily paces the halls, unable to sit still as she waits for someone to give her an answer, for someone to tell her if he's even alive.

"No news is good news, right?" Penelope asks and Emily looks at her, "Isn't that what you all say?"

She opens her mouth to speak, a snappy come back, exhaustion and anxiety making her irritable towards the hopeful blonde, but she catches Dave's eyes behind her, a warning in them, a stone cold be nice written on his face, and instead she smiles.

"Yeah." she agrees, "No news is... good, sure." she answers, a feel of warmth in her chest when Penelope smiles at her.

"Em..." Tsia says, coming from behind her and she turns quickly, "can I talk to you?" she whispers, looking at the Agents before back at her, and Emily frowns as she nods, following her down the halls.

"What was that?" Penelope asks with worry as they all watch the two women walk away.

"Is that Derek?" Spencer asks, as he catches sight of his friend holding the door open for the women, before all three disappear behind it.

"Is that Haley?" JJ asks, watching the woman follow behind two Agents, before disappearing behind the same door.

-

"What is it?" Emily asks as she walks into the room, confusion written all over her face.

"We will explain a moment," a woman smiles, an Agent, she assumes, and Tsia smiles softly at her.

"I'll go and get an update on Aaron." she says and Emily nods, watching her friend leave the room.

"Emily," Haley sighs, "How's Aaron? What is going on?" the other woman saying, unable to find the relief she feels at the sight of the other woman she had come to see as a close friend.

"I don't know, he's still in surgery." she says while she waves back at the little boy with a smile, who remains half asleep on his mother's hip.

"What happened?" she asks, and Emily looks towards the Agents with hopes of an answer.

"My assumption about George Foyet was correct, he was seen on the CCTV dropping Aaron off outside and was also caught on the CCTV at his apartment building. There are all sorts of Agencies looking for him, the hope is he can't have gotten far."

"Why would he come for Aaron? What—" Emily stops, "will someone just explain what the hell is going on?"

Derek open his mouth to speak when the door opens.

"Em," Clyde says, "He's okay, he made it through the surgery. He should wake up soon."

She releases a harsh breath, laughing as she sits down, relief flooding her.

"Haley, I'm guessing?" he asks and the woman nods. "You can both sit with him if you like, if you're done in here."

"I think it would be best to have this discussion after we speak to Agent Hotchner anyway," one man smiles, and the two women nod their head before following Clyde out.

"How lucky?" Emily asks her boss quietly, and he sighs.

"Very," he tells her, "I don't see many people come back from things like this." he says, and Emily turns away from him as she inhales, the knot in her stomach coming back full force.

"I'll be in shortly," Haley smiles, "my sister is here for Jack."

"Maybe you should have your sister stick around, there is something we'd like to discuss first." one agent says, and the women frown as they stare in confusion, but Haley nods, and heads towards her sister, while Emily heads into Aaron's room behind Clyde.

"How long till he wakes up?" she asks, keeping her voice as level as she can while she stands at the top of the bed, refusing to allow herself to break.

"Could be hours... but it could also be days, weeks... you know this." he tells her, "I'll be back in a little bit, page me if he starts to wake up, okay?" he asks, gently rubbing her back before he leaves, and as she hears the door shut, she allows her tears to fall, slowly taking a deep breath as she picks up his chart and takes a seat next to him, her own hand resting atop of his loose one, the sound of his heart beating steadily settling her own.

-

He wakes up an hour later while Haley leaves to get them both coffee, a groan and twist of the hand that rests in her own alerting her to him and she sits up quickly, hovering over him as his heart monitor quickens, a sign he's in distress, a sign he's alive.

"Hey," she whispers, cupping his cheek as his eyes open, searching the room with horror as he tries to catch his breath. "Hey," she repeats, smiling when his eyes find hers, "you're okay. It's okay." she tells him, rubbing a thumb across his cheek. He lifts his hand, placing his over hers as it rests on his face.

"What-" he chokes, but she shakes her head, a soft smile on her face.

"Shh," she nods, "you're okay." she tells him, paging Clyde with her free hand as he looks around the room, and she hates that she can see the second he remembers the events that led him here, was holding onto the hope it would be something he forgot like many others do, she curses herself for ever thinking he could ever be that lucky.

"It's okay," she tells him, trying to calm him down, "I'm okay, Jack's okay, Haley's okay. Everyone is okay." she adds, "just breathe." she says. He squeezes her hand tightly as he looks at her, taking a deep breath.

"George—" he tries, out of breath and dizzy, she nods.

"We know baby," she says, "just breathe." she tells him, slowly placing an oxygen mask on his face as the door opens.

"It's nice to have you back with us, Agent Hotchner." Clyde says, and even in his state, Aaron still manages to roll his eyes at the man, their relationship a complicated one from the start, and Emily laughs, running a hand through his hair as his heart rate settles and his breathing evens out.

-

It's a group of FBI agents from a different sector that get him alone, a sad smile on their lips as they prepare to tell him that they can't find the man who's mission is to destroy him, and one takes a deep breath before he announces the news that his family are in danger, holding the pictures close to his chest. The first part comes easy, Hotch takes it as best he can, knowing from experience how hard it is to track down a man as skilled as George, he holds no resentment to them, even tells them he understands, it's the silence that follows that has him worried, and Aaron looks at them.

"You're not telling me something..." he says, "What?"

"You're aware of his MO, correct?"

"He leaves something and... he takes something." he frowns, "what did he leave? What did he take?"

"He left Agent Morgan's badge... as well as something else, which sort of... links in to what he took..." the man says softly, and Aaron's stomach knots.

"What?"

He passes over two separate pictures, and his heart drops.

One of Haley and Jack, their eyes crossed out - a threat, he knows.

One of he and Emily taken months ago by Penelope at one of the many team nights she always found herself with an invite to. His face left untouched, hers, similar to Haley and Jack, had her eyes crossed out, but what worried them the most was the word that he had written over her face in red.

NEXT.

"We have to inform Haley and Emily of these threats, and for their safety we are going to have to offer them witness protection, these threats are not light, and Emily is our main priority right now, the word next leads us to believe he hasn't gotten far."

"Have you told them?" he asks, keeping his voice stoic.

"Not yet, we... we wanted to tell you first, it would be good to have you... telling them to go."

"Of course." he says, clearing his throat as he looks back at the words written across Emily, and it was only on second look did he realise the words were written in his own blood. The life of the woman he loves, threated in his own DNA.

"Are you ready?"

Aaron simply nods, clearing his throat as the Agent leaves the room, only to appear again a few moments later with Emily and Haley beside him. The looks on their faces one he would kill to never have to see again.

"What is it?" Emily asks, "You've all been eluding to something all day, just say it." she snaps, and the Agent hands her over the photos.

"Oh my god..." Haley gasps, catching sight of the black crosses across her young sons face, and Emily can't take her eyes of the red words that stick to her on a picture she knows sits...sat in their— his bedroom.

"What does this mean?" she asks, holding the photo up, and all eyes land on. "Next what?"

"We assume you’re... next." the agent explains, and she looks back to the picture, before she looks at Aaron.

"Next.." she repeats, looking back down at the picture. "So, what?"

"You, as well as you, Haley," he says and the blonde woman looks towards him, "You'll have to go into Witness Protection. We have no idea where George is but we don't think he's far, and its our job to make sure you stay alive, so were offering you—"

"Witness Protection?" Emily laughs, "I'm what? Supposed to uproot my whole life and move somewhere else for god knows how long because you can't find a serial killer who's picture is everywhere."

"Yes." Aaron tells her and she looks at him, "its the only way to keep you all safe."

"And if I say no?"

"Well... we cant force you, but we can recommend it, give you the option, it is in your best interest to go."

"I can't just... go into witness protection. I have patients.. I have—"

"Emily." Aaron says and she stops, facing him one again. "This isn't a joke."

She laughs, "I'm well aware its not a joke Aaron, thank you." she spits, "I... This..."

"I know." he says. "But its the only way."

"We wont be going together? Haley asks, "Me, Jack and Emily?"

"No," an agent says, "we think its best for you and Jack to head to one side of the country and Emily the other... make it harder for him to track you down."

"He's really coming after our son?" she asks Aaron, and he nods slowly. "Okay. If it will keep my son safe then I'll go. But... I mean this whole thing is unbelievable, you're asking us to uproot our life for god knows how long..."

"It really is the only way to keep you safe." Aaron tells her, "I don't like this either, if there was another way..."

"I know," she says. "I'll erm.. I have to make some calls and then I'll bring Jack in, okay?"

"We should get going within the next few hours." he says, "I will await your decision, Doctor Prentiss, but I do hope you will make the right one." and then he room is empty apart from the two of them, and she stares at him.

"Please don't make me list all the reasons why you should go. " he asks as she heads towards him.

"I wont." she smiles, taking a seat on the bed. She runs a hand through his hair. "We both know there are too many reasons as to why I can't go, Aaron." she says quietly, "there—"

"You could die," he says, looking at her, "He will come for you, Emily, and I can't promise I'll be there I can't promise—"

"I'm not asking you to," she says, wiping a small tear that rolls down his cheek. "I can't go, Aaron."

"Emily—"

"I'll be okay," she nods, "I'll move, I'll get an apartment with a doorman and I'll buy a gun," she smirks. Her smile drops as she meets his pleading eyes, and she shakes her head. "But I can't go into witness protection."

"Emily, please—"

"You're missing the point—" she tries, but he looks down at his wounds, fresh and sore, blood poking out from them as they try and heal and he looks at her.

"No, I don't think I so." he tells her, "He will come for you, Emily and I can't..."

"Aaron." she says, "I'm not going."

He's silent for a moment, before he looks at her.

"Then you're moving, we're moving." he tells her, "and you don't go anywhere alone."

"That's a bit—" she stops when he frowns, "Okay." she smiles, leaning in to kiss him. "You know if you wanted me to move in with you, all you had to do was ask... these circumstances are a little extreme." she teases, before pressing her lips to his once again as he laughs.

There's a tap on the door and she sighs, running a hand across his cheek before sitting up.

"I'll let you say your goodbyes." she whispers, kissing his hand as he wraps it around hers.

Haley and Emily share a sad smile as they pass each other, and Emily holds back her tears as Jack's happy voice reaches her ears as he cheers for his dad.

The dad he's about to loose for god-knows how long.

-

She signs the papers from witsec regarding her decision not to go, ignoring their words of disagreement as they tell her it really would be best if you did and smiles as she passes the documents back to him.

"Emmy.." Jack says, tapping her legs and she bends down to look at him, a smile on her face. "You're not coming?"

"No," she smiles, "I'm going to stay and look after your dad, make sure he behaves." she teases and the young boy smiles.

"Will I see you soon?" he asks quietly, and she holds up her little finger, the two of them smile as he loops his across hers.

"I promise." she whispers, and he laughs, before hugging her.

"Look after daddy." he whispers and she swallows the lump in her throat.

"I will." she tells him, kissing the side of his head before letting him go.

He gives her one last wave as he and Haley head out, and she waves back, only allowing her smile to drop when he's out of sight.

"You sure you've made the right choice? These threats seem real... you are in danger." Clyde tells her.

"I wont uproot my life, Clyde. I've spent my entire life uprooted."

"Your funeral." he teases, and she rolls her eyes as she starts to walk away.

"Hey," he calls and she turns. "You're not allow to show up at my ER like he did, okay?"

"Okay." she smiles, nodding her head as she turns.

-

She steps back into the room to find him staring a picture of Jack, one she recognises from his wallet, and her heart breaks, unable to even imagine the pain he must be in. She sits next to him on the bed, lacing her hand through his and kisses the back of it gently.

“I’m sorry.” she whispers, holding back her own tears as he looks at her, grief written all over his face.

“You didn’t sign up for this…. I’d understand if—” he begins, but she kisses him, stopping him from saying what she knew was coming, and cups his cheeks.

“You didn’t sign up for this either.” she whispers, “and I’m not going anywhere, okay?” she tells him, he nods, a smile on his lips that she kisses once again.

“I love you.” he whispers and she grins.

“I love you too.” she tells him.

“I meant it when I said you’re moving.”

“You said we’re moving.” she corrects, and he chuckles, nodding his head and she laughs with him, happy to have him with her, grateful that he’s okay. Aware of the danger that lingers close to them, but unaware of just how close it remains.

-

His recovery starts a few days later, and it takes a bribe to a nurse to get her with him for the first one.

She and a nurse help him out of the bed, holding him steady as he stands up, the nurse slowly lets go, grinning as he holds his own weight with the support of Emily, who smiles up at him.

“Easy, right?” she smirks and he laughs, grabbing hold hold of the IV to start his walk around the ward, Emily securely next to him.

“Have you been to work?” he jokes and she laughs.

“I start in an hour.” she tells him, “I’ll be here for the next two days.”

“Good,” he smiles, laughing as she rolls her eyes.

“Any pain?”

“Not really..” he says and she nods, following the nurse into the PT room.

“Doctor Prentiss,” he says with a fake smile, “what a pleasure.”

“Don’t worry I’m not staying.” she says, mocking a smile back at him.

“I’ll see you later,” she smiles to Aaron, kissing his knuckles before sending a glare towards the Physical Therapist and takes her leave.

Emily sits with him during the night, refusing to leave his side for even a second, shes reading a magazine, muttering to herself when he wakes up and he frowns, before smiling.

“Have you been there all night?” he asks her, a small smile on his face. She looks over to him and she smiles, throwing the magazine to the floor.

“I’m on call,” she tells him, “thought I’d hide in here while it’s—” she doesn’t say the curse, but he nods with a laugh in understanding. “Derek came by today,” she told him, “he’s cleaned your apartment, handed me back the keys.”

“Oh.” he says, nodding his head.

“You don’t have to go back there. My place is around the corner… you have at least another week of PT yet…”

“I know,” he whispers, “I— I should go back.”

“No one would think less of you if you didn’t. I wouldn’t think less of you.” she smiles, taking his hand and he looks at her, moves over slightly to make room for her and she chuckles, sliding next to him easily.

“Don’t let me fall asleep.” she warns, her pager resting on the table next to them.

“I won’t,” he says, kissing her head as she rests in his arms.

*

He sneaks in to the hospital undetected, mastered in the skill of being unseen, and makes his way to the room he knows Aaron resides in. At the door of the room, he peaks through, smiling to himself at the sight of them, together, as though there is no him, as though they can have the happy ending he knows they’re planning and he can’t help but laugh, grabbing the phone from his pocket and snapping a picture, sending the photo to be printed before he’s even out the building and is astonished at just how easy killing the woman will be. He wonders for a moment if she’d put up a fight, if she’d scream or cry, maybe she’d surrender… his body tingles at the thought of it, and he smiles, heading back down the ally he came from and disappears once again.

*

Hotch is released on the tenth day, told to come back in a week's time for a follow up and Emily drives him home.

He grabs her hand as they reach his front door, nodding as she takes the key from him and turns the lock.

“We can always go to my apartment if you’re not ready.” Emily tells him, he shakes his head and opens his door.

“I need to get it over with.” he says as he pushes the door open, stepping in with a deep breath, his hand still clutched in hers. He turns on his light, avoiding looking at the the now small blood patch on his carpet.

“Morgan.. He tried to get it all up but..”

“He did a good job.” Hotch says. The apartment still smelt slightly like bleach, despite the open windows and Emily watches as he places his keys on the side.

“Dave got you a really expensive alarm system..” she tells him with a slight smirk, pointing it out to him, he nods, overwhelmed by… everything, and Emily walks over to him and takes his hands.

“It’s okay to admit it’s too soon.” she tells him gently, he looks at her, “This is a lot.”

“I’m fine.” He says softly.

Emily nods, and gently places a hand on his cheek, running her thumb over it, he closes his eyes and inhales.

“Do you want to stay here tonight? My apartment is only—”

“No, I— I have to do this.” he tells her. He looks at at her, swallows, opens his mouth to talk but shuts it, shaking his head.

“What?” she asks gently, and he meets her eyes.

“Will you stay.. Here? Tonight?” he asks her quietly, Emily nods, places a hand to cup his cheek.

“Of course.” she nods, “I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.”

Hotch nods, before wrapping her in his arms, exhaling a breath, relaxing as she wraps her arms around him. He pulls away and kisses her, a soft smile on her lips.

“I love you.” he whispers against her them.

“I love you too.” she tells him, “Come on,” she smiles, taking his hand, “we should do some shopping.” she smiles and he takes her hand, happy to try and claim back normalcy.

They don’t arrive back till later that night, and he sighs as they flop onto the couch. He places a hand on her leg and she leans into him with a yawn and he can’t help the guilt that eats at him, worry for her creeping up on him as he realises she was at his bedside constantly, as well as working her monstrous shifts.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asks her, tracing lazy fingers on her leg. Emily just hums in response, already half sleep with her head on his shoulder, both her arms wrapped around his. “Come on,” he smiles, sitting up. Emily groans before a yawn takes over and hand in hand he walks them to his bed. He passes her the jumper she normally slept in and she takes it was a tired smile, her eyes fluttering closed where she stands. She throws her top off, discarding it on the floor, throwing the jumper on, before undoing her pants and stepping out of them, kicking them off before crawling into his bed, wrapping herself up in the covers, her eyes already closed. Asleep before she hit the pillow.

Aaron smiles as he watches her, he starts to unbutton his shirt when his fingers graze one of his healing scars and he flinches, pausing and taking deep breaths, before continuing slowly. He gets into bed next to her slowly, careful not to rouse her, and when she doesn't move he slowly places his head on the pillow and lays on his back, staring at the ceiling.

As the dark room settles around him he can feel his heart race again, panic rising in his chest, he feels like the room is closing in on him and he cant help but let out a shaky breath, and as he feels like he’s either going to pass out or throw up, Emily moves slightly, and her hand finds his, it rests lazily top of his own and he grabs it gently, can feel her steady pulse under his fingers, can hear her soft breathing, and he does his best to match it, he doesn’t even remember falling asleep.

But it’s not for long.

It starts with Foyet standing over Emily’s body, a bloody knife in his hand and Hotch is staring at her dead, lifeless body.

Then it’s Jack, his little boy. Lay dead in his bed, he can hear Foyet’s laugh, he can hear Haley’s screams but he can’t find her.

Then Emily again, but this time she’s stood looking at him with nothing but fear in her eyes, and she’s crying, begging him to let her go and he doesn't understand until he looks down and finds a knife in his hand, dripping with blood, and to his left, Haley, dead. He’d done that. He can hear Jack crying and when he looks up again, He’s staring at Emily and he’s plunged a knife into her, she’s staring at him, before she falls to the floor, dead.

Then it's black. There’s nothing.

Unit there is.

He’s running, where? He doesn't know, but he’s running, he’s scared, he has his gun.

He’s in his apartment now, looking around, gun aimed.

“Catch me if you can..” He hears Foyet taunt. There's a sound behind him and he turns and fires, but it's her. It's Emily.

Her hand goes to her lower stomach, before she drops to the floor, he runs and catches her, lowering her to the floor with him, he’s sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His tears are rolling down his face, he can feel her blood on his hands and he watches as the light in her eyes fade. He feels her go limp in his arms as her blood soaks onto him, he’s begging her to come back.

Foyet is laughing behind him and Hotch turns.

“You killed her.” He tells him, laughing. Aaron looks back at the woman in his arms, he cries again. Foyet is next to him then, and the killer places a hand on Emily’s face, closing her eyes. George Foyet stares at him, before he tries to take Emily from him, he pulls her closer, Foyet pulls out a gun and places it on the back of his neck, laughs and fires.

Emily wakes when Aaron jitters harshly in his sleep and she sits up, turns the lamp on and looks at him, there's tears rolling down his face, he’s muttering the word sorry over and over again, his body is jolting back and forth and if she doesn't calm him down he’s going to pull a stitch, but she can’t hover over him, not when he’s like this.

She places a soft hand on his cheek,

“Aaron.” she says, “Aaron, wake up.” she tells him, he pushes out his arms and she dodges it, can feel the air as it passes her.

“Aaron.” she shouts, grabbing his wrists and he gasps, his eyes piercing open, he stares at her, but his eyes are different, he’s looking straight through her.

*

Aaron wakes with a gasp and he can feel her hands on his wrists, he knows it is her but his body is in full panic mode and he has to get away from her, because he hurt her, twice. He sits up and pushes Emily off him. She falls to her side, watching him as he barely walks to the bathroom, he’s banging into walls and she hears the bathroom door slam, she follows

He shuts the bathroom door and slides down it, crying, unable to take a breath, he can feel her blood on his hands, he can see it, the red liquid running down his hands. He stands, turning the shower on and steps into it, he can’t feel the temperature, his body is too worked up, but he’s sobbing, trying to breathe while he scrubs at his hands, unable to get her blood off them.

Emily heads to the bathroom and she can hear him sobbing, unable to catch his breath, the showers on, but his sobs are louder. She opens the door and finds him in his shirt and boxers, rubbing at his hands as he sobs hysterically, his breaths harsh and uneven. She rushes to him and opens the shower door, flinching at the burning heat, quickly turning it onto cold, before grabbing his wrists.

“Aaron.” she says, the water is running over the both of them but she can’t turn it off, he needs the cold water, he feels like he’s on fire.

He’s still crying, pulling away from her, shaking his head.

“I'm sorry.” he cries, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean-” he starts, but he chokes on a sob and never finishes the sentence. Emily swallows the fear down and works on trying to calm him down, grabbing his face to make him look at her.

“Hey, hey.” she says, “Look at me.” she tells him, “You’re okay.”

Hotch shakes his head, “No..” he whispers, “You.. I.. And..” He can’t put a sentence together, his mind feels like mush, his lungs are burning from lack of oxygen, his throat is on fire from the harsh sobs and he feels like he’s about to pass out. He looks at her again, places his hands on her upper arms as her hands cup his cheeks, and once he feels her he drops to the floor and she follows him down. Emily places a hand on his forehead and notes that he’s cooler now, and turns off the shower. All that can be heard are his sharp breaths and choked sobs, he’s in her arms, his back against the left side of her chest as her arms wrap around him.

“You’re okay.” she whispers to him, holding him tightly. His breaths are just coming out as sharp exhales. He leans his head back into her shoulder, she holds him tighter, resting the side of her head on his, rubbing her arms up and down his.

“I’ve got you.” she whispers to him, “Breathe, okay? I’ve got you.” she soothes. He’s not uncontrollably sobbing anymore, but he still isn't breathing right. She pushes him up and crawls over him, sitting on his legs gently, her hands go to his cheeks again, wiping his tears. He looks at her, eyes wide with fear and he tries to push her away, but she remains. He closes his eyes and his breathing worsens, she pats his cheeks, he stares at her.

“Hey, look at me.” Emily tells him, water dripping down her, his jumper sticking to her skin. “Focus on me, alright?” She smiles, “Just.. focus on me, on my voice. I’m right here.”

“I don’t..” he speaks, “I don’t want to hurt you..” he whispers, before taking a breath, she swallows the lump in her throat and kisses him, trapping his harsh breath in his chest, before pulling away and he looks at her, his breath coming out in one even exhale.

“You won’t hurt me.” she tells him with a smile, “You haven't hurt me.”

“There was just.. There was so much blood.” he whispers through his breathing as it starts to settle in his chest.

“When?” she asks gently. He just stares at her, bringing his hand up to the one resting on his face, he shakes his head.

“Just keep breathing.” Emily tells him softy and he closes his eyes to listens to her, “I’m right here.”

Emily falls to the side slowly and leans back against the wall, he sags against her, his head against hers, she draws lazy patterns on his hand as she listens to his breathing.

Emily talks to him about anything and everything and he can feel himself calming down, his heart rate lowers, his breathing begins to finally fill his lungs with oxygen again and he allows himself to relax, lifting his head to looks at her when she feels for his pulse.

“How’re you feeling?” she whispers and he just nods, taking her in his arms while kissing the side of her head and she goes without complaint, careful to avoid his chest and stomach.

“I..” he goes to speak, but he stops, unable to voice any other words.

“It’s okay,” She tells him, lifting her head and he nods. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Emily whispers, he looks at her and smiles, pushing wet hair from her face.

“Not that I don't really enjoy sitting here like this..” Emily smirks, “Any chance we can go and get into some dry clothes and get back in bed?”

Hotch laughs, before nodding. Emily stands first, before holding her arms out for hm. He rolls his eyes but takes them. Way too exhausted to worry about the cold she knows she’s going to get, she throws a different jumper on and smiles as it falls just above her knees, before walking off into the living room to turn on the heating.

Aaron stared at her as she dresses, and he knows he's being stupid. He’s freezing, shouting at himself just to take the damn top off. But he can’t. Because he has nine scars that are still raw and heeling on his whole torso.

She walks back into the room and stops as she finds him just standing there, dry shirt in his hand but still in his wet one. She walks over and gently places a hand on top of his. He pulls his hand down and she realises he’s bleeding.

“I think you pulled a stitch..” she tells him softly and he looks down to find blood on his shirt, he backs away from her and she frowns.

“I’ll sort it.” he tells her softly, she nods.

“Okay.. I’m right here if you need me.”

Hotch nods, before walking to the bathroom.

Aaron pulls of his top and looks in the mirror, he sighs when he finds a lower wound bleeding slightly, a small tear in the stitch, and its then he realises he’ll need Emily, that he can’t do this alone.

Hotch didn’t even know why he was ashamed, what happened wasn't his fault, she’s definitely seen them before, he knows for a fact a trauma doctor has seen worse.

She loves him, he shouldn't have to hide from her, and so with a deep breath he opens the door.

Emily is lying on her back, fidgeting with the ends of the jumper when he calls for her.

“Em?”

“Yeah..” she says, still not moving.

“I erm.. Can you grab the first aid kit and help me with this stitch?” he says hesitantly, she sits up and leaves the bedroom.

“Of course, hang on.”

She grabs the kit and heads back to him to find him leaning against the sink, unable to look in the mirror any longer and he regrets even calling her in here because if he can’t even look at himself how could he expect her to?

“Have you taken your pain killers?” Emily asks. He nods and she smiles, before passing him two more. “Just in case.” she wink and he can’t help but laugh.

He is holding the top up to cover his scars and as she stands in front of him, she meets his eye.

“It’s okay.” she says with a smile, he nods, slowly moving the top. He watches as she looks at them, and he half expected her to run, to look away, but she doesn't. She simply places a cloth on his tear and wipes at the blood, before grabbing what she needs and patching it together again.

It takes her not even ten minutes, before she’s looking at him, a small smile on her face and passes him back the dry top. He takes it with a smile and she watches as he puts it on, smirking at him when he meets her eye.

“What?” He questions with a raised eyebrow, she shakes her head, before smiling and biting her lip, she steps into his space, brushes her lips across his and whispers,

“I’ve always digged scars…”

Aaron chuckles as he follows her out of the bathroom and back into bed, wrapping her in his arms as they settle down again.

Emily wakes up the next morning with a sniffle and a shiver, but as she watches the man next to her sleep, she can’t help but think it’s worth it.

He’s worth it.

*

Emily wakes up to an an empty bed a week later. Signing at the vacant space next to her she turns her head to catch sight of the alarm

3:15

Sitting up, she runs a hand on her face before stepping out of bed and wandering into the living room to find him where she’d found him every morning since they’ve been home. At the kitchen table, looking through Foyets files.

He runs a hand through his hair while he exhales a shaky breath. She slowly walks over and he turns quickly as the floor creaks beneath her feet, his breath caught, before relaxing when he sees her. She gives him a small smile, standing behind him and placing soft hands on his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

“Looking through these every night isn’t good for you.” she whispers, dragging her hands down his shoulders and to his chest, resting her cheek against him temple.

“He’s out there, Emily.” he tells her, “And there has to be something in here.”

“There isn’t, Aaron. The whole team has been through them.”

“I know..” he sighs, “I just.. He was dormant for ten years.. What if—”

“Don’t think like that.” Emily tells him, “You’ll catch him, and you’ll get to see your son again.”

“When?” he sighs sadly, leaning back into her arms. She kisses his temple before standing straight.

“Come back to bed.” she says in a soft tone, “It’s still early.”

Aaron nods, clasping his hand in hers and let’s her lead the way to bed, but he lies awake, watching the slow rise and fall of Emily’s chest as she sleeps next to him. His hand resting gently on her wrist, the feel of her steady pulse lulling him into a small slumber.

There had been no sign of Foyet, no sign of danger, nothing. But there was still that worry that he was lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce, and that terror was keeping him awake. Even when he did sleep, it was what pulled him awake in a sweat. It was all that ran through his mind, awake and asleep. Coming home and finding her— he shook his head before looking back at her as she moves slightly, itching towards him in her sleep and he smiles, closing his eyes as her pulse beat against his fingers.

*

He follows them to the supermarket the day he's released, takes a picture of them as they head out, smile on their faces as though he couldn't pounce at any moment, wouldn't pounce.

He follows her to the gym, takes a selection of photos as she heads in and out, a warning for her, for him that he can and will get her at any moment, that he knows her schedule, that he will always know where she is, and he isn't afraid to catch her by surprise.

He sends the pictures to his apartment weeks after he collects them, letting them live a few days in peace before he snatches it from them, let them live in their bubble before he pops it with the knife he used to change his life forever, he smiles as it slaps against the floor on the other side of the door and turns towards the camera in the hall, waving with his fingers as he smirks before walking backwards, a wink before he turns and heads back into the shadows, forever undetected until he decides here's ready for phase two.

*

Aaron doesn’t find the pictures until after Emily leaves for work. He’s heading out for work himself when the white envelope catches his eye and he picks it up with a frown. His heart drops to the floor when he turns the photos, images of Emily at work, on her way in and out of the gym, images of the two of the at the market and at the restaurant they went to a few days ago and he feels sick, panic flooding his body as he reaches for phone, already half way out the door as it starts to ring and he curses when her phone goes to voicemail, and he calls the Agent on their case, his heart thumping harshly in his chest as he makes his way to the hospital, fear for her overwhelming him as he fights for even breaths.

“He’s here.” he explains to the Agent. “He’s sent pictures of us.. of her to the apartment. He—”

“Are you with Emily now?” he asks Aaron.

“No, no shes at work. I’m heading there now.”

“I will meet you there.” he says and the call ends just as he pulls up to the hospital, he grabs the envelope before rushing into the building.

*

Emily spots him straight away from where she sits at reception filling in a file, and she frowns as she stands.

“Aaron…” she says, “what are you doing here?”

“We need to go.” he tells her quickly, rushing towards her and she heads his way.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, staring at the envelope he passes her and she takes it with a look of confusion. A look that turns to fear when she looks through the first few ones.

“Oh my god…” she whispers, stepping back and placing the images on the desk, flicking through them with panic as she stares at pictures of herself at work, at the gym, pictures of them at a restaurant.

“This is him right? George?”

“It has to be.” he tells her. “This is serious, Em. He’s here. He is constantly here.” he tells her, his heart breaking as he watches her tense and move her eyes around the hospital, guilt overwhelming him as he realises she didn’t ask for this. That she was living a safe and peaceful life before he showed up.

“Agent Hotchner,” a man says and they both face him. Emily turns around as she hears footsteps heading her way and smiles slightly to Clyde as he heads over. She latches her hard in Aarons when she turns back, keeps him close to her and she smiles to him when he squeezes her hand gently. “Could we go somewhere to talk?”

“You can use my office.” Clyde tells them, “follow me.” he says, heading off.

Once they’re all in the office the Agent turns, a look of bad news on his face.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Aaron asks and the man nods.

“This is on the CCTV footage from last night.” he tells them, showing them the video on his phone.

“I thought you guys were moving?”

“We are. The apartment is just boxes at this point, we move tomorrow.”

“You move now,” the agent tells them both, “into witsec. It’s no longer a request, it’s an order.”

“What—”

“Your lives are in grave danger. He knows where you live, he’s made it clear he knows your routine and he isn’t afraid to grab you in broad day light, Emily.” the Agent tells her. “It’s no longer a request.”

“But—” she tries, before sighing, shaking her head. “I—”

“Someone is already on their way to take you, your apartment is being leased out by two of our best… Aaron, we’re going to move you into a safe house, but you will continue to stay here, under our protection.”

“He isn’t going into witsec? He was the one who was attacked why—” Emily asks, before stopping, “No, you’re not staying here and making yourself a target for him.” she warns and he sighs, looking at her.

“It’s the only way.”

“If you’re not going then neither am I.” she fights.

“You’re being taken under our orders. You don’t have a choice.”

“I’m being kidnapped by the government?” she laughs.

“Yes.” he tells her, and she shakes her head, running a hand through her hair. “You have an hour to say your goodbyes, Emily. I’ll be outside.” he smiles and she frowns at him, before turning to Aaron, waiting until it’s just the two of them to speak.

“You can’t stay here.” she tells him, “you’re the one he’s after you’re—”

“I have to do this.” he says, “I have to be the one to end this.”

“No you—”

“I do.” he tells her, “I need you to understand that and accept that.”

“You want me to accept that you have a death wish?” she argues, “I saw the stabs wounds, Aaron. If he comes for you again there’s no guarantee you’ll be this lucky.”

“I need you to accept this.” he repeats, and she laughs, shaking her head.

“No,” she tells him, “you don’t get to turn my entire life around and have me physically ordered by the government to go into witness protection and then decide that you’re just not going.” she snaps.

“I’m sorry—”

“Save it.” she spits. “I have stuff to sort out. I could be gone—” she starts, before cutting herself off. “You and your death wish can stay, do whatever the hell you want. I just wish you’d left me out of it.” she tells him, holding back the tears as she meets his eyes, wants to apologise as she watches the hurt flash over his face but she cant because as much as she knows this isn’t his fault, she can’t help but blame him.

“I will fix this,” he promises, “I’ll get you all back here.”

“At what cost?” she whispers, wiping her tears as the fall onto her cheek. She turns then, and heads out of the room and he wonders for a moment as his heart shatters in his chest, if that’s the last time he’ll see her.

*

Standing on the path, he watches her luggage… her life, be uploaded into the back of a car, watches her as she heads in his direction and he clears his throat.

“It seems we won’t be moving into that house after all.” she smiles sadly, crossing her arms over her chest as the wind picks up.

“We will,” he promises her, “just give me time.”

“How much time?” she asks quietly, “there’s no guarantee he’ll show up again and you said so yourself, he went dormant for ten years—”

“I’ll catch him, Emily. And I’ll bring you home. I’ll bring everyone home.” he tells her, and her heart shatters as she realises that she might be loosing her identity, her job, her life, but he has to stay knowing he’s the reason, the reason as to why he might not watch his son grow up… she moves towards him, clasping her hands on his cheeks to wipe his tears and she throws her hair over her shoulder, and she smiles.

“I believe you,” she tells him, smiling when his hands land on her hips, pulling her into his chest. “I love you.” she whispers, holding back her own tears.

“I love you too.” he tells her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” she nods, resting her forehead on his.

“I’ll see you soon.” he repeats, and then her name is being called from across the path, and she pulls away, their hands not leaving the others until they’re too far away and the tips of their fingers loose contact.

He watches the car go, wipes his tears as it speeds out of sight, and his heart shatters even more in his chest as he turns to walk away, finally alone, and his grief turns to anger as he promises himself he’ll stop at nothing to bring them all home.

*

Another car crashes into them not half an hour later, sends the vehicle flying across the road and she’s knocked out on impact.

She doesn’t awaken as she’s pulled from the car, despite the fight the US Marshall gives from his seat, his injuries making it hard for him to move.

She doesn’t awaken as she’s thrown into the back of his car, her phone falling onto the floor.

He picks up her phone with a smirk, surprised she was able to keep hold of it.

She doesn’t wake as he drives off into the distance.

She wakes three hours later, tied to a chair, her muscles aching.

“Emily.” she hears, her name no more than a whisper from across where she sits, and she opens her eyes.

She fully awakens when she makes eye contact with her the woman’s tear stained cheeks making her heart beat so harshly in her chest she fears it might stop.

“Haley?” she questions, noticing her being tied up in the same way she is.

The question remains unsaid, but as their eyes meet it’s something they know they’re both thinking.

Where the hell are they?

Where the hell is Jack?

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover. 

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset. 

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end." 

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer. 

Kissing you never got old. 

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you. 

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you. 

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day. 

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted. 

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow." 

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy." 

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?" 

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night. 

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep. 

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words. 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you. 

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze. 

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too. 

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already." 

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way." 

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?" 

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything." 

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun. 

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall. 

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed. 

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening. 

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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yuta x fem reader

genre: smut, sprinkle of fluff, sprinkle of angst (? not really, yuta being deep for no reason in one scene, blame his triple scorpio making him emotional) 

warnings: +18, esplicit sexual content (teasing, fingering, spanking, oral both, raw, multiple orgasms, cum play, overstimulation, use of a butt plug haha, rough but yuta is kind of a soft dom, brat taming, praising, manhandling), alcohol, swearing, description of yuta’s navel piercing, talks about tattoos and nipple piercings 

words: 5.7k 

requested: you're a babysitter and the little girl's hot brother is making your life difficult

_____ You woke up in a man's bed that morning. 

The ceiling above you was a little spinning when you opened your eyes. His scent was everywhere, engulfing all of your senses. 

It was the first thing your brain registered about Yuta as you played with the little girl you were babysitting: like a swoosh of air that almost physically grated at your skin when he entered the house. 

Then his voice, loud but warm, announcing that he was home. 

The girl's eyes got bright at the sound, and as you were both sitting on the living room floor, she was quick to rise and run towards her brother’s arms. You turned around with a newly bloomed smile and watched, a little out of place. 

And then you actually saw him. 

Perfect face, perfect teeth, sexy eyes, black ruffled hair, more piercings than you had brain cells. 

Red lights screaming at you D A N G E R while your breath went missing. 

You just couldn’t look away. And it turned you on so fucking much. 

They were both laughing as the young man made the girl fly for a few moments then groaned, saying that he was starving. 

Then he also saw you. 

"Hi," you blinked fast when you felt his gaze on you, and you got up, walking a few steps and lifting one hand in an awkward greeting. 

The man looked at you from head to toe and imperceptibly furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Oh, hello," he extended his hand too and you shook it quickly. 

"I'm Y/N. I'm taking care of your sister," you explained and he opened his mouth to speak. Perhaps about to say that he wasn’t aware. 

"Y/N, look!" the little girl interrupted, grabbing his hand and shoving it into your face. "See? Nailpolish! Like you!" 

You smiled and nodded at her. "Yes, it's very pretty,” you admired Yuta’s black nails. 

The girl looked elated and proceeded to grab your hand too and shove it into the man's face this time. 

"She has red. She told me she'll do red on me too!" 

"Ohh!" the other played along and sustained your palm in front of himself. His skin was warm and soft. "You'd also look as beautiful as her with red nails," he then ruffled the girl's hair and whistling he turned around before you could think of what to say to that compliment. 

"Right!" his head peeked behind the corridor corner and you relaxed your face in another smile. 

"You're going away in half an hour?" he asked. 

"Yes. I'm here until 7."

"Okay."

Okay. 

You felt yourself be tugged down and you sighed resuming colouring, trying to ignore the little tingle on your hand skin. 

_____

It's not like you expected him to say more. You just felt weird to be a little upside down after the encounter while you didn't leave an impression on him at all. 

How did you know? 

Because every time you were searching for him around the house you’d get caught staring and not once you caught him back. 

The first time, he curiously tilted his head to the side but you looked away too quickly to see his full reaction. 

The second time he smiled and you blinked back, your lips automatically imitating his before realizing what you were doing. 

The third time he was fumbling in the kitchen and you could see his shoulders from the angle you were in, comfortably sitting on the soft couch in the living room. Your eyes caressed his spine and when you eyed the ass, he turned around and before you could look away he winked at you. 

Fuck. 

He wouldn't come home around 6 as that first day all the time. Sometimes he wouldn't come at all, even when you had to prepare dinner and clock out later than other days. Each day was agony, not knowing if you'd see him or not. And each day you were anxious to hear from the Parents that they didn’t need you anymore. Or that Yuta said he hated you and they thought about getting another babysitter instead. 

But then when you'd least expect it, his scent would impress the air after the sound of the entrance door opening, making your mouth dry and heart jump. You'd look down at your clothes, trying to check on your appearance, every day putting in more and more effort to catch his attention. 

"Hi, Y/N. I hope this little monster didn't make your life difficult today," he'd joke, making his sister puff her cheeks. 

You'd giggle at them taking their tongue out at each other then you'd watch him go inside his room just like any other evenings where he got home early. No talking and no interaction. What was inside that room that was more interesting than being with you? 

_____

"What does your brother like to do?" you asked the Little Girl once, smoothly making conversation after she told you what her favourite activities were at school.

The girl pouted as if thinking, eyes glued on the Legos she was assembling. 

"Kissing his friends," she mumbled and you choked on your own spit. "And listening to loud music. He draws with me too,” she added, not noticing your expression. 

"He's good at drawing?" you asked, impressed, Yuta and kissing in the same sentence making you feel some type of way you tried to conceal. 

"Yes. He wants to draw on people." 

"Oh, so he wants to be a tattooist. That's very cool."

"Dad thinks it's stupid. He didn't like his belly earring either."

You choked on your spit for the second time and before you could process the new piece of information making your head spin, his chuckle caressed your ears like a sinful melody. But also made you jump like a scared cat. 

"He won't like the nipples either but that's life.” 

You looked behind your shoulder to see him walking towards you in a rare stroll through the house. 

"You pretty ladies talking about me?" 

You lifted your head to look at him and smiled as he crouched between you and his sister, lazily sipping from a coca-cola can. 

"Y/N likes talking about you," The Girl mumbled again. 

You inhaled sharply and looked her way, mouth open in a flustered way to add something. Yuta smirked with his head tilted to the side as he’d usually do. It reminded you of a black bird making him cute but intimidating at the same time. 

"Is that so?" he asked. 

"Oh it's just--,” you chuckled once, “I don't see you around often so I was just a little bit curious."

"Hmm,” he nodded thoughtfully. “So you want to see me more often?" 

You swallowed even if your mouth felt dry. He was so close, gaze piercing, staring into your soul and fuck, his cologne impregnating the air on top of everything. 

"You want to see his belly earring?" 

Your eyes darted towards The Little Girl again and Yuta smiled even wider. He let his body weight down on his knees and his hand was quick to lift his shirt, exposing his abs.

"When I'm older, I’ll get one too,” the sister commented. 

The little puff of air escaping your lips could have been taken as a compliment when you eyed his navel and the piercing adorning it. Hopefully not for a sudden burst of horniness. Then you eyed the vein dancing deliciously underneath it, going down and down and down and d-When Yuta suddenly let his shirt fall down, you inhaled and looked away. 

"I like it too," you grabbed the Legos again, trying to sound as uninterested but not as rude as possible. 

"Bet you do," Yuta chuckled and lifting himself up he lazily strolled back to his room, the look you exchanged as he caught you staring while turning the corner making you want to dig a hole and hide in it. 

_____

The following dasy you tried to ignore Yuta as much as possible. The thought of him finding you out making you embarrassed out of your mind. It hasn’t been that hard though, since he barely was around anyways. 

That night, the Parents were out of town and you had to take care of the girl until Yuta came home. 

"If he comes home at all," Mother sighed amusedly. "We never know." 

"It's not a problem for me to stay the night," you assured them and you could see how grateful they were to hear you say that. 

And there you were, looking around the empty house, baby put to bed and tummy full. 

You eyed the TV and considered turning it on before your eyes inevitably rolled towards the corridor. 

A single sigh left your mouth and, clearing your throat as if putting on a show for your imaginary audience, you walked towards it slowly, fighting the urge to start humming and showing that you'd only nonchalantly peep into the master room. It was boring and you closed the door very quickly. 

Okay. Yes. Who were you trying to fool? You wanted to see Yuta's room. 

Fuck. 

You didn't care about the other rooms. 

You were just dying from curiosity to see his one. 

Deep breaths and slow limbs you analyzed the white door in front of you after looking behind your shoulder. 

Was it a criminal offence to peep into people's rooms? You were home alone though. And you had no interest in stealing anything. You just wanted to give a very quick look. 

You gulped and stopped your hand in mid-air before reaching the knob. 

Invasion of privacy. 

You were invading Yuta's privacy.

Shit. 

You crossed your arms on your chest and let one of your legs tremble. 

Excuse. You needed an excuse. Think. 

Your brain almost hurt as your leg kept dangling from anxiety. 

Windows? Windows! You hit your palm with one fist, eyes suddenly bright with relief. 

The Parents told you to make sure all the windows were closed before going to bed. You checked on all of them except Yuta's one. What if he smoked before going to class that morning and forgot to close the window? A dry carpet is more important. 

The excuse felt great so the door swung open and you were inside in a second. 

No open windows. Alright.

Now you had to go. 

Your hand gripped the knob harder. 

Okay, leave. 

But you were already there, weren’t you? Just a brief look. You won't touch anything, you promised to your conscience. 

Timid feet, you took a little stroll around his unmade bed, a little heat washing over your body, looking at the stuff on the floor, discarded clothes near the open dresser, his knick-knacks on the shelves. An ordinary boy room. 

Then you eyed his cologne and you stopped in place. 

It was standing on the desk near his computer, almost begging you to just give it a sniff. 

Okay. You'd only touch his cologne. Only that. 

The glass bottle felt cold in your hand when you opened the cap and closed your eyes as you brought it to your nose. 

You inhaled deeply and bit your lower lip. It was just a good scent, right? 

Objectively. 

It's not like you liked it because it was Yuta's or anything. 

Right?

It was calming and made you feel weirdly safe. Fumbling with it a little, you quickly put some on your neck before realizing what you've just done. Shit. 

Blinking fast, you put the cap back on and placed it in his spot then fast as the light you exited before you could do any other damage. 

"What were you doing in my room?" 

The voice behind you made your knees buckle in surprise. 

"Oh my God!" you almost squealed. The corridor was dark and you could barely see Yuta's face when you turned around. 

"You scared me!" 

He looked unimpressed as he took a step towards you. 

You took a step back. 

He raised one eyebrow. 

You didn't answer my question, it was saying. 

"I was just checking whether the window was closed or not," you explained with a trembling voice. "When did you get home?" 

Yuta leaned in suddenly and inhaled around your neck. 

You paralyzed in place feeling his hair tickle your skin. 

"You played with my stuff?" 

You shook your head and took another step behind. You would have taken more if the door wasn't pressing into your back.

"Why do you smell like me then?" 

His whispering voice, so close and so deep made your head spin. 

"I just-- really like your cologne. I am so sorry I touched it-" you blabbed. 

"What else did you touch?" 

"Nothing! I swear. You can check." 

You could barely see his eyes in the darkness but you saw his white straight teeth when he smiled. 

"Then what else did you want to touch? Me if I were in there?" 

"Huh?"

His sudden change in demeanour confused you.

Yuta kept on grinning and you felt his hand dance around your waist. You gulped and felt like panting. Then a single click made you jolt and he walked past you entering the room. 

Finally, alone, you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment to gather your shit. 

"It has a different smell on your skin," you heard him talk so you turned around, watching him take off his jacket. "If you want to smell like me, you'd probably need to have sex with me," his smile was bright but you barely saw it as it got hidden by the hoodie he was taking off. The black t-shirt underneath it clung to his body and paired with his last sentence it made you speechless. 

What? Flirt? You should flirt. This is why you didn't leave an impression on him before. Because you were boring. Get your shit together and flirt. But what does one say to something like this? Oh my God. 

"I'd- like that."

No. No No No. 

Yuta chuckled once and you fought the urge to run away. 

"Okay."

You thought you were hearing things. 

"Okay?" 

He nodded. "Next time? I had a few drinks and I want to fuck you sober," he explained and with a smile, he walked past you again towards the bathroom. 

Want to fuck you sober. 

Want to fuck you. 

He was crazy. He was completely crazy. And damn, it made you feel things you didn't know you could feel. 

Trembling fingers and boiling blood, you grabbed your bag and waited for Yuta to exit the bathroom and to announce that you were leaving. 

"What are you doing?" 

His dark hair was wet and pressed on his forehead before his hand could push it back. But you didn't notice it at all, so concentrated on his naked body only wrapped in a towel. And said towel only around his hips. 

"Your parents said that they needed me to stay only until you came home," you explained, gulping down a little whine, already wearing your coat in the middle of the living room.

"Don't be ridiculous," he walked the distance and grabbed the coat, pulling it towards him once before starting to unbutton it for you. 

Paralyzed you just let him do that unable to crack a single word. Your eyes didn’t know where to land so you just watched his hands move, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the way your chest moved fast as lightning. 

"It's too late. Besides, I told you that I'm drunk. We need a responsible adult inside this house for the night."

His smirk made you smile a little as a reflex. 

"You don't look drunk at all."

"I'm a Scorpio," he explained as if you could understand what that meant. You nodded slowly and looked up at his hidden expression under the wet strands of hair. Was he babysitting you? 

But then he pressed his palms on your chest right above the swell of your breasts and slid it underneath to coat, in an attempt of taking it off your shoulders. 

You shivered and turned around as Yuta helped your arms out of it too. 

"How long have you been crushing on me?" 

His voice was low and amused in the silence of the house. 

You felt like a little mouse in the grip of a humorous cat that liked to play with its food first. 

I don't have a crush on you! you wanted to reply but you bit your lip instead. 

You opened your mouth to at least make a single sound but whatever you wanted to say died in your throat when you felt his hand palm your ass. 

"Did you wear this short skirt for me?" 

You jolted, not expecting his voice and breath to be this close to your ear. 

He giggled a little at your reaction and kissed your shoulder skin where little goosebumps formed. 

"You said you would not fuck me tonight," you whispered. 

"No. But I can play a little, can't I?" he dragged his hand down your ass until reaching the hem of the skirt and slipping his fingers underneath it. 

Your eyelids fluttered when he gently cupped one cheek and squeezed, his tongue barely tingling on your neck. 

"Yu--ta," you inhaled sharply. 

"Yeah? Is this how you moan my name when you bury those pretty fingers inside of you?" 

And when he bit and sucked on the softness of your neck, he took your breath away. 

You lifted yourself on the tiptoes, hands reaching back to touch his head, finally tangling your fingers into his luscious hair. 

"Am sure it doesn't feel nearly as good as this-," he let go the skin he was biting to whisper while his hand under your skin slowly slid your soaked panties to the side and dragged the fingertips along your clit, showing you what this meant. 

The whine you emitted made him chuckle but he was quick to shut you up by pressing his mouth on yours. You arched your back, throwing your ass towards his hand as hard as you could, one hand cupping his jaw, trying to get as much of his tongue as possible. 

Divine, you thought. Absolutely intoxicating. 

And when you felt his middle finger inside of you, your body shuddered in his hold. 

"Hmm, you're so needy," he rubbed his nose alongside your face and neck as you broke the kiss to pant. "Would you have been able to sleep well tonight? Knowing I was just one wall away?" 

You shook your head. 

"I should have let you suffer a little bit more. Just like I've been doing all of this time." 

"So you knew?" 

"Yeah. I wanted to break you, but tonight, seeing your little pout dying to suck my cock made me lose it. So here I am."

His last words got accompanied by his scissoring fingers and when he added his other hand to the clit, rubbing it mercilessly your knees buckled and you had to hold onto his forearm. 

You were actually getting fingerfucked by the dude you’ve been crushing on for weeks. 

"Let me hear that pretty voice. Show me how good I'm making you feel," his order made your inaudible panting transform into broken whimpers. 

"Cumming--cumming! 

Yuta hummed, acknowledging your sudden shaking body and when you dug your nails into his skin and let yourself fall into his arms, he wrapped your waist and stilled his hand inside of you. 

You tried to open your eyes while panting, clenching around his fingers still deep buried between your throbbing walls, but failing. And when he slipped them out slowly you've never felt as empty as in that moment. 

"Such a good girl," he kissed your jaw and you turned towards him, placing your hands on his bare chest and kissed him. 

Yuta hummed into it amused before grabbing your face with one hand, stopping you. "Slow down, and no," he interrupted himself when you pouted, "don't give me those fuck me eyes. I said next time. This was just a little treat."

"I don't believe you don't want to fuck me right now." 

"Oh, I'd break you in half." 

"Do it."

He tsk-ed. "Not tonight. Whine a little more for me, cutie." 

And just like that he turned around and slithered away with a smirk, leaving you burnt but still on fire in the middle of the living room. 

_____

Head under the covers of the guest room, you were wondering if Yuta was touching himself at that moment or not. 

Stubborn like he was, he probably went to sleep with a stiffy. 

But what if he didn't? 

What if he fucked his fist all of those nights thinking of you? The thought made you squeeze your thighs together. 

"I'm just cold. I promise I won't do anything."

Yuta looked at you standing in the frame of his door and chuckled once before resting his head down again. 

"Okay, but if you try something your ass will go back to your room. Also, you won't need a pillow."

You hesitated for a moment and placed the pillow you were holding on his dresser before timidly approaching his bed.

He scooted to the side and when you slowly sat down he just huffed impatiently and wrapped your body with his arms, pressing you on his chest. 

He was right. Head resting on his bicep and face buried into his torso, you didn't need any pillow. 

"Wait," you paralyzed as you tried to extend your legs and brushed his in the meantime. "Are you naked?" 

Yuta hummed positively. "Got tired after the nut and didn't bother."

Your breath hitched and you shifted imperceptibly. Shit. You should have probably just stayed in your room and rubbed yourself instead of being pressed against his body and not being able to do anything about it. 

"You could have just fucked me instead."

Your whisper made him chuckle. Then he breathed in once as the silence made it possible for you to hear your own heartbeat. 

"Are you going to stop wanting me after I fuck you?" His voice was low and raspy. 

Your hand, resting on his chest, twitched. 

"Would you care?" 

Yuta inhaled and exhaled, warming your forehead. And he didn't reply. 

You bit your lower lip. "I'm sure I'll want you again if you fuck me good enough," your tone tried to lift up the vibe but Yuta didn’t follow you there. 

"And if you don't?" 

You lifted your face to look at his expression and he returned the gaze behind half-opened lids. 

"You tell me. If I don't?" 

His pupils looked at yours alternatively. "Let's sleep."

"I am--,” you stopped to gather courage, “-extremely wet right now. And I'm dying for you to finger me again. Although you've already done it once. So I’m pretty sure I'll feel the same after your dick too. If this is what’s making you hesitant.” 

Your whisper made him open his eyes again and when he smiled a little you silently exhaled relieved. 

"Extremely wet, you say? Won't believe it until I see for myself."

His tone opened your legs before his hand could and when he reached your panties under the pyjama bottoms you jolted. 

"Hmm, fuck. Yes, you are. And for what? For being in my mere presence?" 

You bit your lower lip as he slowly circled your clit. 

"Don't get cocky."

"Can't help it with the cock I got."

"Won't believe it until I see for myself," you smiled, one hand already palming his stomach, feeling his piercing, loving the way things were rolling all of a sudden. 

Yuta's muscles twitched under your touch and when you let your fingers drag on his length before wrapping it with your hand he whimpered. 

You loved that sound and got even more eager, pressing your thumb on his slit and increasing the movement of your fist. 

Yuta rutted his hips into your hand a few times before grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm above your head. 

You hissed and tried to liberate yourself making Yuta just press more. 

"Where's the good girl from before? A reminder that I can still refuse to bury it inside of your needy pussy as you so much desire," he spoke mere centimetres away from your mouth. 

"Fuck me so hard that she comes back. How about that?" 

"How about I fuck that little bratty mouth of yours until you can't speak back anymore?" He asked, retrieving his wet fingers from inside of you to drag them on your lips. 

You squirmed under his touch and took out your tongue to lick them but he wrapped your throat to keep you down instead. 

"But I said, not tonight. Go back to your room.”

_____

Yuta was like a snake that could poison you. Not letting you go but not wanting to kill you in a second either. He preferred to let his venom slowly enter your system until you couldn’t breathe properly anymore.  

One touch here as you walked the corridor towards the bathroom, a little slap on the ass when no one was looking, a full-on kiss as he’d pull you inside his room for a moment, making you lose your mind at the rhythm of his tongue before whispering to you to go back. 

As days passed you started to wonder if he forgot his promise. 

And when you finally got the “tonight 9m” text your naive mind didn’t think much of it. 

You were sure that the Parents took the Girl on a vacation that weekend so you didn’t have to go, but given the last missed assignments and forgotten deadlines, you didn't trust your memory anymore. 

So when you rang the bell and saw Yuta opening the door you looked behind him as if expecting everyone but him. 

“Yuta?”

“Yes?” He raised one eyebrow, amused at your surprise. 

“Nothing. Are you going out on a weekday?” you stepped inside and took off your shoes. 

If the Parents needed you, they probably knew Yuta wasn’t going to be home that night. 

Yuta didn’t reply and you groaned trying to look at his expression while also trying to free yourself of the boots. If his little smirk threw you off then the way he pressed himself on you in a single movement made your brain straight up buzz with white noise. 

“No short skirt tonight. How disappointing,” he murmured just a few centimetres away from your lips. Just that managed to transform you in a panting mess and when you felt his palms on your sides you shivered. 

“I had no idea I’d be seeing you tonight,” you admitted, brain already running at the fullest of speed, connecting all the dots. 

Yuta hummed. 

“No worries. I want you naked anyway.” 

And when Yuta wants something, you discovered, he gets it fairly quickly. 

Almost stumbling on your own feet, mouth occupied and hands grating at his shoulders, you felt every single piece of clothing leave your body, on the couch, on the floor, thrown across the room. 

And you got thrown around just like that. 

Firstly with his head buried between your thighs, ass rubbing on the couch material, watching his palms grab your flesh and mould it to his pleasure. The gasps on your lips got pushed aside by his name that you kept calling as fast as his tongue on your clit before it would dip inside and make you push your hips into his face for more. His twinkly eyes were the only thing keeping you grounded but his mouth was pushing you off the edge instead. Fighting between the two forces it didn’t take you long to cum, making him chuckle lightly at your reaction. 

“Sorry, it took me so long, babe. I need an empty house when I want to fuck,” he murmured against your stomach, going up until meeting the swell of your breasts, biting on the underside of them and sucking the skin inside his mouth. 

"You could have come over to my house," you breathed out. 

"You're right. I just wanted to tease you some more."

His smirk made you want to roll your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you, his arms caging you in, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. But you wanted to taste him too. So when you pulled him towards you by the waist, making him kneel on the couch he sighed amused and cupped your head as you dipped down. 

His hands were quick to brush your hair out of your face, eyes hungry to see your expression as you took his cock inside your mouth. 

“Shit-” he hissed when after a few good sucks you let him out, lips softly pressing on his balls instead. “You’ve been training much to be this good, haven’t you?” 

“Just want to make you feel good,” you whispered, tongue already licking a stripe up the underside of his length before playing with the slit. “You could have had this much earlier if you weren't so stubborn.” 

His hold on your nape tightened and he hummed. 

"Not liking this bratty behaviour much. What did I say about this? Oh yeah. That I'd fuck your mouth," he finished the phrase right when you felt his fluid stroke on your tongue. 

You relaxed your jaw and looked up, the image of you at his mercy making him exhale shakily. 

"Fuck," his grunts increased just like his pace and when you finally choked, a string of saliva falling on your chin he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, waiting for you to catch your breath again. 

"Your mouth was made for this," he murmured his praises and you whimpered, the pool of wetness between your legs getting larger with each thrust of Yuta’s hips between your tight lips. 

Hovering over you, his black hair falling messily on his sweaty forehead, biceps flexing to keep your head in place and his lower lip, plump and almost red from the biting, made him look like the most erotic picture you’ve ever seen in your whole life. And when he pulled out and gritted his teeth, fist quickly to pump his hard cock in front of your face, you took your tongue out to catch the hot spurts of cum spilling from it, falling on your lips then breasts, slowly coating your nipples until you licked the last drops, swallowing it slowly for him to see. 

He smirked, thumb caressing your throat as it moved and unannounced, as you were losing yourself in his eyes, you suddenly found yourself pushed on your back. You saw the ceiling then a second after the couch again as he flipped you on your stomach instead. 

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” his rough voice accompanied his hands, palming your legs to open them up to his pleasing, squeezing your ass and spanking it once. 

“Thoughts on butt plugs?” he then asked, thumb delicately brushing between your cheeks. 

You shivered at the thought and turned your head to see him. He leaned down, his pelvis pushing against you while his mouth opened to welcome your tongue.  

“Willing to try it out,” you whispered against his lips and he visibly inhaled so deeply to make you squirm. 

You had no idea when Yuta disappeared and then suddenly materialized again behind you, a small plug warming in his hand while the other spread his saliva on you, gently nudging at your entrance. 

“Tell me if you can’t take it,” his words made you smile and you hissed, pushing your ass towards his hand. 

“Just push it inside already, you coward.” 

Yuta raised one eyebrow at you and you inhaled, already savouring the way he’d try to fuck the attitude out of you. And when you felt the plug stretch you out you exhaled deeply, definitely not expecting the harsh slap to your cheeks and not expecting to like the experience that much. 

Full, was the only thing you could think of when Yuta finally slid inside of your wet core and you told him, so full, Yuta, moaning his name again and again and again until your voice got broken by his intense pace. 

So far in and so quick it was honestly a matter of moments before you could feel the build-up in your lower stomach expanding in your limbs, making you dig your nails into the couch material as your chest rubbed on it. 

“Cummingcummingcumming-” you announced but Yuta didn’t care, his hold on you never getting loose as he kept fucking your spasming body through the orgasm. 

"You can take another one, love. You've been so needy for this cock all of this time. I'm just being considerate."

His panting grunts were amused as a string of profanities left your mouth. 

“So-- good-” you managed to form, not once have been fucked by someone with such high stamina before. 

“Yeah? Are you going to beg me for more?” 

Your erratic nods made him chuckle and he grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to reach your mouth. It would have been almost intimate if his fingers didn’t pull out the plug to push it inside, again and again, making you bite on his lower lip. 

And when you saw his fluttering eyes it was your turn to grab his chin and keep him close. 

“I want to see you cum too,” you whispered and he groaned. 

“You first,” he ordered and like a spell, you actually came undone with a loud cry, his hips moving faster and faster until he stilled inside of you as well. 

A deep sigh escaped his throat and you listened to his fast-paced breath as you tried to catch your own. 

“Shit. Your pussy is damn good,” his voice buzzed on your back and you smiled. 

“Let’s take this to the bedroom now, shall we?” 

His breath was hot on your nape and you whined, too tired to actually say a single word. 

“Finally going into round one,” he added amusedly. 

“Round one? I thought that this was round three,” you blinked as you felt his forearm lifting you from the underside of your thighs. 

“What do you mean? This was foreplay.” 

You woke up in Yuta's bed that morning. The ceiling above you was spinning because you didn't get a single second of sleep the whole night. 

[ellitx]

And now to interrupt the brain rots for a random wholesome hc/scenario from me for once haha

One day I really want to draw papa!Xiao with his little baby on his back ;v; though he's incredibly reluctant to be around his own child due to his fears over his karma affecting the baby, one day his s/o falls ill with a bad cold and she doesn't want to be around the baby in case they get sick as well, so she asks if Xiao can look after them which he hesitantly agrees...secretly he was hoping he could ask Verr to babysit but unfortunately she wasn't there and was out on errands and he doesn't know or trust anyone else so...Xiao is stuck with the baby. Now, It's not he disliked being a father or the baby for he loved his child very much, but his anxieties over his parenting abilities and his karma often got in the way, and he was kinda low-key intimidated by his own kid xD

But anyways before I get off topic, I can see him recieving a baby sling/carrier from one of the residents when they notice him awkwardly holding them xD and since it's kind of chilly out the baby is dressed in many layers of clothes and a blanket topped with a fuzzy cap on their head. They end up looking a lil caterpillar ;v; and they babble and coo at their surroundings, loving the scenery from high up at the Inn.

I like the idea of Xiao wanting to show the baby the scenes around the place he calls home, (also because he has no idea what else to do??? How do you take care of a baby??? Playing? What's that???) and at one point during the walk Xiao feels wiggling coming from behind him and he notices the baby trying to touch a crystal fly that drifted by them, a toothless grin on their chubby face as they try to reach out for it with their little arm, and Xiao feels his heart warming at the sight, and catches one for them.

- teyvat-wanderer

Soft papa xiao 🥺🥺

Also!! What if madame ping happens to visit them in wangshu inn and gives their child a gift? Maybe a handmade garments for them or accessories or another baby carrier for xiao to bring lmaooo

Now what xiao didnt expect to see was zhongli. Xiao immediately bowed down before him and zhongli really has to tell xiao he doesnt need to be so formal around him.

“Ah, my apologies. It seems like I forgot to bring my gifts for you and your child. But I did happen to bring this book with me. Childe said these are good stories to tell to these young ones.”

Xiao is frantically telling to him that it’s fine and he’s already grateful for his blessings to his wife and child.

The baby on his back happens to see grandpa Zhongli and they stretched out their short arms towards him, cooing and babbling.

“Oh? Eager for a story are we?” The man chuckled and looked at the yaksha for a permission if he can carry the child. Xiao nodded his head and carefully and gently he does hold them between his hands and pass them to his master.

“A-ga...” The little one mumbled, clutching on Zhongli’s shirt to touch the book he was holding. The green-haired male turned his head when he heard a soft laughter beside him.

“My, your child seems to be an energetic one. A trait they inherited from their mother, hm?” Madame Ping commented as she took a seat on a nearby chair.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she rumbled to her clothes and took out a familiar teapot.

“That’s...”

“You guessed it. I’ve made another Serenitea Pot specially made for your family.” Another peal of laughter slipped from her lips.

“You can’t let your child wander around in the wilderness if there’s monsters around, no? No worries, it’s already been furnished— in and out.”

Xiao feels bad to receive so many gifts from these adepti and yet he can’t bring himself to deny them.

“Th-thank you...” he awkwardly muttered under his breath as he bowed at her in gratitude. He felt the tips of his ears warming up and he peered from the corner of his eyes to see his baby slamming the book with their small hands whilst Zhongli softly reads a line from it with his usual calm and gentle voice.

[myhockeyworld87]

Under My Skin - Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 3,644

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Summary: Matthew can be a pest but what happens when your ex, Auston Matthews get under his skin.

Notes: So I’m having a sad bitch moment and thought, why not post this. I finally broke down and wrote for this boy. Who knows if it’ll happen again...haha! At any rate hope you guys enjoy. Happy Reading!

Matthew first met you over a year ago when you’d moved to Calgary for work. You had just finished your degree and a job opportunity had landed you in the same city where he was playing. You’d been out at the bar with some co-workers and had caught his eye immediately. You were everything that Matthew was looking for in a woman, smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, with a charm that seemed to draw everyone around you in. You were like a magnet and Matthew couldn’t resist your pull.

 That first night he’d barely been able to talk to you. You’d been besotted with people left and right, and it seemed as though every time Matthew worked up the courage to speak with you, you would get pulled away. Matthew finally ran into you on the way to the restroom. Like, literally ran into you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Matthew apologized steadying you with a hand on your waist. His hand lingered a little longer than necessary but you weren’t complaining.

 “It’s ok I wasn’t paying attention.” You held up your phone in defense. You’d been so distracted by a text, that you really weren’t watching where you were going. “Did you ever have someone text you that you hoped you’d never hear from again?”

 It was an interesting introduction to a conversation but then Matthew would take any opportunity he could get to speak to you. “Actually, yes.”

 “It’s so annoying, right?”

 “Well, there is a way to solve that problem.”

 Your eyes held his with rapt attention, and Matthew could tell you were clinging to his every word. It was then that it struck him that he never wanted that look to fade from your face. “How?”

 “Come have a drink with me and forgot about whoever it is on that phone.” You smiled. It was a bright, brilliant thing of beauty that Matthew swore could light up the night sky on its darkest days. He was sold right then and there, and with just that simple gesture you had no idea that you’d swooped in and stolen his heart that night.

 You forgot about that text message fairly quickly and just settled into an easy conversation with Matthew. The night flew by and before you knew it, your co-workers were calling it a night and you were all heading home. Matthew asked for your number which you gave in hopes that he would call you soon. Little did you know that after you left, Matthew debated with himself on how long to wait to text you. Every unsaid rule in the code of dating said to wait for at least forty-eight to seventy-two hours before making a move, but Matthew was never one to follow convention. As he lay in bed, he decided to send you a quick message.

 Had a great time tonight.

 It was short and to the point, and Matthew figured if you answered then he would ask you out again. Unfortunately, for Matthew, he wasn’t the only one texting you as you crawled into bed after taking off all your makeup. You were just getting ready to reply to Matthew when another text came in. It was the fourth of the night from the same person that had messaged you before, Auston Matthews.

 You hadn’t spoken to him in months, back when you were in Toronto, and you didn’t plan on speaking to him now, though he seemed to be trying his hardest to get your attention, just as he had been for the last couple of months. Your relationship with Auston had been nothing short of toxic. Oh sure, at first it was all hearts and roses in the beginning. Auston swept you off your feet with that charming smile of his, but then you were young and the flashy NHLer said all the right things, at first.

 You weren’t normally one to tumble into bed right after the first date, though that’s what happened with Auston. He made it seem like you were the only one, but after dating him for only four months you’d found out that wasn’t true. Oh, he tried to brush it off, make it seem like he wasn’t cheating. That the panties you’d found lying tucked between the nightstand and the bed were some old fling and not some random hookup he’d brought home. You wanted to believe him and so you let your heart overpower your head and stayed with him until you’d literally walked in on him in bed with another woman. There was no talking his way out of that one.

 It was an easy decision to break things off with him, though he kept trying to win you back. You were good for his image and he thought that he could keep you happy while he had some fun on the side. The only thing was you didn’t want him back, even though his friends tried to helped his cause. That’s when you decided to take the job in Calgary. It was an easy decision six months ago. Which is part of the reason it surprised you when he texted tonight. He was in Calgary for a game and wanted to talk. You’d honestly were debating seeing him when you’d run into Matthew.

 Matthew, you sighed. His curly hair and shaved sides gave off this bad boy vibe, but as you sat there and talked to him, you’d realized he had to be one of the sweetest men out there. You hadn’t realized at first who he actually was. Auston had turned you off to the NHL scene altogether, so you no longer paid attention to the games, even if hockey was Canada’s major sport. Honestly, you wish you didn’t know he was in the NHL. It was part of the reason you were debating about answering him. Maybe you would just sleep on it and decide in the morning.

 Meanwhile, Matthew was having a mild panic attack. He told himself that maybe you lived close to the bar and had already fallen asleep before you got his text, or that you’d turned off your phone the minute you got home. He constantly kept checking his, looking for those three little dots letting him know that you were sending something back. It was torturous.

 You laid there all of twenty minutes before you decided that you couldn’t resist the curly-haired man that had captured your attention tonight. Grabbing your phone, you shot off a quick, I did too. You typed and erased it three times, wondering if you should add more before finally pressing the send button. There it was done, if he said something back, you’d go from there. Fifteen seconds later, you knew you were in trouble.

 Maybe we could do it again sometime?

 Matthew was sweating as he hit send. He’d never been this nervous before about a woman. They either liked him or didn’t, but you, you were different. He knew that from the moment he saw you. It was even more prevalent now after he’d spent most of the night with you.

 I’d like that.

 Was your simple reply back. One that had Matthew ready to jump up and out of bed with excitement. And so the texting went on for the next ten minutes until he finally ended up calling you. The two of you talked for over an hour, almost as if you’d known each other all your lives, and you completely forgot about the texts from Auston.

 Matthew took you out three days later to an exclusive restaurant in the city. This time you told yourself you’d not make the same mistake you’d made with Auston. So, when the night drew to a close, Matthew drove you to your apartment then very properly walked you to the door and only kissed you on the cheek. It wasn’t what you expected. You’d thought he’d go for more, but Matthew wanted to do things right. He knew you were special and he wasn’t going to mess things up by sleeping with you on night one. He was in this for the long run.

 That was over a year ago. Sure, it had been difficult at first to give him your complete trust, but Matthew had earned it and over time you knew that although he may be a pest on the ice, he was anything but that in your personal life. Now the two of you shared a home and were on your way to making a life together.

 You’d kept your relationship on the down-low, staying off of all forms of social media to keep the wolves at bay. Which meant that no one, including Auston, knew that you and Matthew were dating. That was until he and everyone else saw you in the background of Taryn’s video for Brady’s twenty-first birthday. The picture highlighted Brady but behind him, there was Matthew nibbling on your neck and ear. Fans picked up on it right away, wondering who you were and Matthew decided he was tired of hiding the two of you. A week later he was posting a picture of the two of you holding hands on your way back to Calgary.

 That was dozens of posts and months ago. Your life with Matthew was nothing short of amazing, until the Flames played the Leafs. Matthew was in Toronto while you stayed back in Calgary for work. It was an early game and you joined the other wives and significant others in a small little watch party. Drinks were flowing freely, so you really didn’t catch the exchange between Matthew and Auston in warmups.

 Matthew was minding his own business as he stretched near the centerline. That’s when Auston started with the little jabs. “Nice little piece of ass you picked up Tkachuk.” Matthew was used to guys talking shit about all kinds of things on the ice, though normally it was about him being a dirty player or how Brady was the better Tkachuk on the ice; all that shit he could handle. He wasn’t used to someone taking stabs at you.

 “Shut the fuck up Matthews,” he replied then skated away. If Auston was looking for a fight, he’d get one if he kept up this banter, but not until the game started.

 It wasn’t until the end of the first that Auston got a chance to chirp Matthew again. “Tell me, Tkachuk, does (Y/N) still make the same pretty moans…”

 “Finish that and you’ll regret it,” Matthew told him. It was the only warning Matthew was going to give. Of course, Matthew knew that you’d dated someone in the hockey world and that he’d been a verifiable asshole. He’d never pressed the issue too much as he was trying to turn that stigma about hockey players around. He never liked Auston, he was always cordial to him in non-ice settings but now that he knew he was the cheating bastard who basically used you; he liked him less.

 Play resumed before anything else could happen and Matthew was sure to get in a few good checks in before heading back for the first intermission. When he was back on the ice for the second Auston picked up right where they had left off. “So, you like my sloppy seconds, Tkachuk?” Matthew saw red at the insult, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped his gloves and hit Auston. Inwardly, you cringed at the fight, not wanting to let on to the other girls that you had an idea what the exchange was about. Auston went down easy, with Matthew barely touching him, and so off the penalty box he went, while the Leafs went on the power play. You could see him just sitting there stewing, though you weren’t sure if he was mad at himself for letting Auston get to him or mad at you.

 The game ended up tied in the third, and little did you know that Auston took the opportunity to get a few more digs into Matthew. “Does she get as wet for as she did for me, or do you have to work for it?” Johnny had to hold him back from leveling him after that, but Auston didn’t let up. “She was such a fucking slut for me in bed. You know I fucked every hole…” That’s all he got out before going down hard as Matthew planted a right hook to his jaw. But Matthew wasn’t done and went after Auston as he lay on the ice. Matthew was ejected from the game and the Leafs scored on the power play.

 There was no interview after the game with Matthew, so you had no idea what he was feeling or how pissed he was. As soon as you got home, you tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything that maybe he never turned his phone back on after the game or maybe they were already on the flight back to Calgary, as the team played at home the following day, but you just weren’t sure. So, you laid in the king-size bed you shared with Matthew, wrapped up in your favorite old t-shirt of his, simply staring up at the ceiling.

 At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you didn’t hear the door open or Matthew dropping his bag like you usually did. It wasn’t until he crept into bed that you finally knew he was home. He was laying on his back, hands behind his head when you finally rolled over letting him know you were awake. You’d thought about what to say to him before falling asleep but waited for him to say something to you. When he didn’t you simply whispered, “If you want me to go I will.”

 “Go?” Matthew questioned now rolling on to his side so he could see you. “Why would I want you to leave?”

 “I never wanted to be a problem for you, Matthew, especially not with other players.” It was part of the reason you’d never told him that you’d dated Auston, though you should’ve known that Auston couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

 You went to say more, but Matthew stopped you. “You’re not the problem (Y/N). You could never be one.” His fingers ran up and down your arms lightly, just caressing your skin. “I love you, baby.”

 “I love you too.” His lips found yours then, and you melted into the feel of him, savoring how his body started to relax against you.

 “Auston’s an asshole.” Matthew finally said, when the two of you broke apart.

 “Do I even want to know what he said?”

 “Just shit to get me riled up, and it worked.” Your one hand went to the back of his neck, massaging the knotted muscles there. “I’m not stupid. I realize what probably happened between the two of you. I just don’t like hearing it.”

 “We both have pasts, Matthew. We can’t change that, but you’re my future.”

 He gave you a real quick peck to your lips. “And you’re mine. At least I don’t have to deal with him for a couple weeks.”

 You pushed him onto his back before straddling his hips. “Don’t let him get under your skin, babe. When he starts to say something…” you looked him right in the eyes. “And you know he will. Just remind him how you’re the only one I want with me.” You flexed your hips before running your hands up his bare chest. “And in me.” Matthew’s hands went to your waist, where he played with the band of lace on your panties. “You’re more to me than he’ll ever be. Both here,” you taped your heart and then his. “And here.” Lifting your hips, you took your hand and cupped the length of him. His cock instantly hardened under your touch.

 Your words spurred Matthew into action, for the next thing you knew he was ripping your panties, before shimming out of his boxers. His fingers went to your folds, where he found you ready for him. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

 “Only for you Matthew. Only for you.” It was extra reassurance that you knew Matthew needed and tonight you’d give him as many as he needed. He guided your hips down onto his cock and you sighed out with pleasure as he filled you like no one else ever had.

 As you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt Matthew whispered harshly, “Leave it on.” It was one of his Flames shirts; one that had both his name and number on the back. Leaning down you kissed him long and hard, before starting to ride him. It was slow at first, a pace meant to build you both up but not push you over the edge. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt caressing your breasts, wandering down your back to cup your ass, and moving up and down your thighs to quicken your speed.

 Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he flipped your bodies so that he loomed over top of you. His thrusts were deep and hard, almost punishing if your body hadn’t wanted him so bad. “You belong to me.” He said as he flexed into you, pushing you up against the headboard.

 “Yes, baby. Only you.”

 “Who?” He asked again and you realized that he was not in the mood to hear any pet names.

 “You, Matthew, you,” you answered knowing that he owned you both body and soul, just as you owned him.

 “That’s right, baby.” Matthew's thrusts were deep and sure, as he knew what would bring you pleasure, and with a few more flexes of his hips, he sent you spiraling out of control, screaming his name.

 “MMMAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEWWW.”

 That was all he needed to catch his high and follow you down, your name on his lips. He rolled onto his side taking you with him; your breaths mingling together as you both calmed. Your nails skimmed down his spine aimless, something you tended to do after sex. Matthew always said he loved the continued intimacy it brought, and tonight it felt like you both needed that. His lips found yours, the kiss loving and tender. “I love you, (Y/N),” Matthew whispered while brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “And I promise, I won’t let Auston get to me next time.”

 “Good, because you’re the only man I love Matthew, and the team doesn’t need you getting ejected from games because of me.”

 “It won’t happen again.” You truly hoped that it wouldn’t but with Matthew’s temper you never knew.

 It was a little over two weeks later that the Flames were taking on the Leafs, this time at the Saddledome, where you were in attendance. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous on the inside as to what would happen between the love of your life and the once lowlife that you'd briefly called boyfriend. You tried to shake off your nerves with idle chatter with some of the girls, but your eyes always seemed to drift back to where Matthew and Auston were on the ice.

 Matthew for his part stayed away from center ice for warmups, just like he told you he would. It wasn’t until the second period after a blown whistle that Auston finally decided to poke at him. “How’s that girlfriend Tkachuk? You know if I told her I wanted her back she’d leave you in a second.”

 “I doubt that Matthews. She told me you couldn't satisfy her in the bedroom. Something about cumming too soon.” Anger started to radiate across Auston’s face. “You should see a doctor about that.” Matthew skated away, completely ignoring anything Auston would be able to say back.

 The game was tied late in the third once again when Auston tried to rile Matthew up again. Considering he had two assists you understood why they wanted your boyfriend out of the game. “It wasn’t me who had the problem Tkachuk, (Y/N)’s pussy was wider than the Grand Canyon.”

 “Hmm,” Matthew taunted back. “Must be your small pencil dick, because she’s so tight it’s like a vice-grip around me.” Auston took offense and cross-checked Matthew into the boards right as the play began, earning him two minutes in the penalty box. Matthew laughed at him as the ref took him over. Auston wasn’t there for long, as Matthew scored the game-winning goal forty-some seconds into the penalty. You jumped up out of your seat with the rest of the girls cheering and screaming.

 Even though they pulled the goalie, the Leafs couldn’t seem to find the back of the net before the buzzer sounded ending the game. You made your way down to wait outside the tunnel with the rest of the significant others. Most everyone was gone before Matthew finally came out, scooping you up in his arms. “Did you see that baby?”

 “I saw Matty,” you told him, kissing him on the lips. “That goal was impressive.”

 He finally set you back down on your feet. “No babe, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t let him get to me.”

 “Yeah, I saw that too. I’m so proud of you.”

 “Well, he can’t get under my skin about you, when I get to be all over yours.” His hands slid under your sweater and inside your jeans to cup your ass. “Speaking of your skin…let’s go home so I can get you out of all these clothes and see you.”

 You kissed him, long and languidly, before pulling back. “I like that idea. I like it a lot.” The two of you left the arena hands interlaced just as your bodies would be as soon as you got home.  

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[javier-pena]

reverberate

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: Explicit (yes, that does mean no minors)

Summary: Javi shows you a secret spot.

Warnings: skinny-dipping | fingering | dirty talk | semi-public sex | daddy kink

Notes: This is part of @autumnleaves1991-blog​’s Writer Wednesday, which means I wrote it in two hours and Dani didn’t beta it, which means it’s full of impossibly long sentences and a lot of embarrassing typos. This is also my first time participating in Writer Wednesday and I had so much fun, I will definitely be doing it again in future!

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Javi likes to surprise you. He likes to pick an outfit for you, to pack your bag for you, to tell you what shoes to bring, and you never know where you’re going to end up. He took you to Paris once and you had no idea where you were going until you spotted the Eiffel Tower from the plane. Another time, he took you to a nice, secluded restaurant in the mountains from where you watched the sunset together while you shared a bottle of the best wine you’ve ever had.

Today, he picks a light sundress for you, then sails his yacht to a part of the island you’ve never been to. From the sea, you can see mansions and private beaches, but it all has a run-down look to it, and once you come past abandoned shipwrecks you begin to feel uneasy. But then he anchors the yacht and leads you up the cliffs to an old, abandoned house that – he tells you – used to be a luxury hotel.

“Are you planning on buying it?” you tease him.

But he only smiles at you mysteriously.

Taking your hand in his, he leads you further inside the ruins that are overgrown with heavy, green trailing plants. He tells you to watch your step but guides you safely around the building as if this isn’t his first time here. You only stop once to gape at a chandelier twice your size lying on its side in the grand ballroom, as Javi calls it.

But your destination lies in a courtyard in the middle of the complex. It’s hidden from all sides by walls, empty windows gazing down at the two of you, as Javi puts down the heavy bag and makes a sweeping gesture. “We’re here,” he announces.

Your eyes immediately fixate on the pool that takes up most of the courtyard. The light blue color of its water is inviting after the hot climb up the cliffs. Javi follows your gaze.

“Go on then,” he says. “It’s why we’re here.”

You ask him to hand you a swimsuit from the bag he’s brought, but he only shrugs. “I’m sorry, baby, I think I forgot to bring one for you.”

There’s a challenge in his eyes as he says it, and you’re only too happy to accept it. You pull your dress over your head, unclasp your bra, and pull down your panties until you’re completely naked. He takes a step towards you, his mouth slightly open, but before he can say something or touch you, you take off and jump into the cool water with a loud splash that echoes around the abandoned hotel. You keep your head underwater for a while, enjoying the quietness, and when you come back up, Javi is there in front of you, his wet curls clinging to his forehead, as he runs a hand over his face to get the water out of his eyes.

He’s also naked.

“They say these ruins are haunted, you know,” he teases, a smirk on his face, as he swims towards you, his strong arms and broad shoulders cutting through the water as if it was air.

“Haha,” you reply dryly, kicking the water much less gracefully to move away from him.

“Not by ghosts,” he moves on. “This isn’t a cold, English marsh. I’m talking about mermaids, temptresses that lure men to their deaths with beautiful faces and beautiful songs.”

He drives you towards the edge of the pool until your back connects with the cold, hard stone. While you’re still trying to decide whether to go left or right, he already has you trapped with his arms caging you in, gripping the edge while pushing you even further towards the stone digging into your back. You lower your feet to discover that the water is shallow enough to stand, so you try to find a firm stance on the slippery floor.

“If you’re very quiet, you can hear their songs,” he whispers into your ear, his hot breath tickling your wet skin.

“Javi, stop it,” you giggle and try to push him away.

“Are you scared?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Why should I be?” you challenge with a toss of your head. “I have you to protect me.”

“No,” Javi answers, pretending to be thinking about it while he moves even closer to you, until you can feel his naked body press up against yours. “I’m a man. They’re after me. If anything, I need you to protect me.”

“Would you fall that easily for another woman’s charms?” you tease.

“They are supernatural beings,” he explains. “I couldn’t be expected to resist them.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “And I could?”

“Well, I’m a great catch,” he answers with a shrug.

You swat his arm playfully. “Don’t overdo it,” you tell him sternly.

His expression changes then. His smile falters, his cheeks hollow, the vein on his throat, the one you love to kiss while he’s above you, pushing into you over and over, bulges dangerously. There is lightning in his eyes as they darken, as the muscles in his arms tense from gripping the stone behind you. Then the full weight of his body presses against you, solid and hard and strong. You try to draw back, you try to escape, and then his hand closes around the nape of your neck.

“Don’t I always take care of you?” he asks. “Don’t I make sure you have everything you need?

“You do,” you reply, trying to nod, but his grip is too tight.

“Don’t I buy you nice things? Don’t I take you out whenever you ask me to?”

“You do,” you repeat, squirming in his grip.

“Say it then,” he demands, his grip tightening.

“Yes.” Your eagerness loses some of its meaning when it’s just this word hanging in the air between you. “Whatever you want me to say, Javi.”

You feel something tickle your leg and it takes you a few moments to figure out what it is. Everything feels different in the water, slower, softer, like moving in slow motion through cotton candy. But there is no doubt about what he’s doing when he grips one of your legs and pulls, pulls until there is room for his strong hand, his thick fingers, and he buries two of them inside of you.

You let out a hoarse moan, one that echoes around the ruin, amplified by the old walls. Your arms shoot out of the water to grip the edge of the pool at the same time as your legs loop around Javi’s torso.

“Look at you,” he says, curling his fingers upwards, stroking that one spot inside of you until you tighten around him. “Always so eager.”

He lets go of the back of your neck and your head falls back immediately, your eyes wide open. There is a blue, cloudless sky above you, seagulls flying overhead, chasing each other, but you don’t see them, you don’t see anything, you just feel, feel Javi pulling his fingers out of you slowly, pushing them back in, pulling them out again, once, twice, three times, until your legs are shaking.

“So, tell me,” he says in a casual tone of voice as if this is a business negotiation, “tell me what I want to hear.

“God, you’re amazing, Javi,” you pant, his name followed by a hiss as his thumb brushes against your clit.

“I think you can do better,” he says thoughtfully, considering your face with mild interest.

You lift your head so you can look at him, watch him run his free hand through his wet curls before it comes to rest against your hip, brushing small circles against your wet skin.

“You’re always so good to me,” you go on, pushing up your hips, but he removes his thumb from your clit.

Before you can protest, there’s a third finger inside of you, and this time you scream, a roar that reverberates around you and scares away two birds on the roof of the ruin who take off with an angry flutter of wings.

“You’re always so tight, baby,” he observes with a grunt. “Always thinking about my cock inside of you, aren’t you?”

You don’t have to reply. At his words, you tighten around him again involuntarily, imagining what it would be like to have him inside you right now, what it would be like to have your chest shoved up against the stony side of the pool, what it would be like for his hand on your neck, your back, your hip, holding you in place, while he fucks you, the only sounds your breathy, desperate moans and the steady sloshing of the water. Your eyes close at this image, at imagining how full you’d feel, how stretched, and suddenly you feel it, the familiar tingling in your lower belly.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

His fingers are gone as suddenly as he pushed them inside in the first place, and you let out an embarrassing, frantic sob. But you compose yourself fast enough with a steadying breath.

“Yes,” you tell him, licking your lips. “Yes, I always think about your cock inside of me.” You move your hips under the water, move them closer to his middle until you can feel it, feel how hard he is. A roll of your hips elicits a delicious grunt from him, a repetition of the movement a low growl. “Do you want to put it inside of me, daddy?”

He stills your hips with an unrelenting grip before his fingers are back inside of you, stretching you open, stroking against a spot you can never reach when you do this yourself, when you try to pretend your fingers are his.

“Later, baby girl,” he says, his voice sweet like honey. “Let me take care of you first, okay?”

You nod eagerly, then let your head fall back again, closing your eyes. He sets a punishing pace now, one that makes you dig your heels into his back, one that turns your knuckles white from gripping the stone. Then his thumb brushes your clit again, lightly at first, but then with a sense of purpose, as he rolls the bundle of nerves under his digit until it is almost too much, until you’re almost too overstimulated to come.

“Hey,” you hear his soft voice through your hot, red, lustful haze. “Let daddy see your pretty eyes.”

You couldn’t resist him, even if you wanted to, you want him to see you come undone and have him know that it’s because of him, because he does always take care of you, because he does always make sure you have everything you need, because he does always give you whatever you want. Your eyes fly open, and you see him towering above you, a concentrated crease between his eyes, his eyes that are full of love and affection and devotion, and it’s all you need.

You come with a gasp that rips its way out of your chest as suddenly and unexpectedly as your climax rips through you. It turns into a moan, a wailing sound, as wave upon wave of deep, hot pleasure shoots through you. Javi doesn’t stop, not for one second, his fingers reaching deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust, until you stop twitching in his grip. Then he removes them carefully and helps you untangle yourself from his body.

He holds you upright as he kisses you, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your temple, and then he softly cups your face with both hands and says, “There is no prettier sight in this world than you coming for me, baby girl.”

You feel your face grow hot. “Shut up,” you tell him with an airy laugh.

“I mean it.” He kisses your lips softly, once, then with more force, until you open up and let his tongue explore every corner, drawing out delicious, desperate noises.

You pull away. “You’ve teased me enough for one day,” you tell him, the palm of your right hand pressed flatly against his chest.

“I’m only getting started,” he replies, pushing closer.

“If you keep that up, you will have to fuck me again,” you say, and it sounds like a warning.

“I’m planning on doing that, baby girl.” He gives you another small kiss. “But let me take you back to the yacht first. I want to be somewhere where I can give you my full attention.”

[ultimatetrashyfanfic]

Non-despair AU! And ever since I watched that thirty minute anime clip with Nagito’s perspective on things, I’ve really liked the idea of him being buds with Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko. And Nagito openly talks about his past trauma on a plane so… what better way to bond than bonding over trauma? Anyway, I love these three so much. Also Komahina because I love them - Circle

(Also forgot to add this, sorry, but it’s on AO3 too) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33483538

Warning: descriptions of panic attacks, nausea, motion sickness, very mild vomiting (like barely any).

Fuyuhiko always thought Nagito was spouting a whole load of bullshit when he lamented about his talent being useless; he would’ve loved having Ultimate Luck right now.

“Haha! You got the short straw, Fuyuhiko!” Akane crowed. “Tough luck!”

“Wait, no! Can’t we do a best of three?”

“Somebody has to sit with them, man,” Nekomaru said. “You guys are already friends, it’ll be a great bonding experience.”

“I don’t want to bond with them in that situation. Because you all know it’ll be a shit show. That’s why we’re fucking doing this,” Fuyuhiko growled, glaring at each of his classmates in turn. Only two were missing, the pair who’d triggered this whole unfortunate drawing of straws in the first place.

“Why can’t you sit with them, Hajime? Nagito is always hanging off you anyway. And Kazuichi is your friend too,” Fuyuhiko said.

“I’m afraid I can’t, Fuyuhiko.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because I didn’t draw the short straw.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Fuyuhiko stomped away, his classmates’ laughter echoing behind him. This class trip was already more trouble than it was worth and it hadn’t even started. He was almost tempted to skip the plane journey with the rest of them and hop on a different flight to Novoselic, just to show them. It wasn’t like he needed Sonia to pay his way. But she’d been so enthusiastic about taking her friends to see her home country, and Fuyuhiko couldn’t think of any way to tell her without causing offence. He couldn’t really say he just didn’t want to be stuck babysitting Kazuichi and Nagito on a flight.

It wasn’t that Fuyuhiko didn’t like Kazuichi and Nagito. Sure, Kazuichi could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, and Nagito would go all weird and self-deprecating if you didn’t watch out, but Fuyuhiko still considered them close friends. But the flight to Novoselic was long. Kazuichi could get motion sickness on a fucking bicycle, and Nagito hadn’t set foot on a plane since his parents died on one right in front of his eyes. There was no way it could possibly go well. Fuyuhiko pictured hour after hour of Kazuichi puking and complaining and Nagito… well, he wasn’t sure what the hell Nagito would do. He’d never seen Nagito get flustered before. Hell, that was much more terrifying. He had to get out of this.

In the days before the trip, Fuyuhiko kept trying to convince his kinder classmates to take responsibility for at least one of the other men. “It’s gonna be impossible to help them both,” Fuyuhiko said. “It’ll be better for them if you help me.”

“You could sit between them,” Mahiru said. “And I’ve already promised Hiyoko I’ll sit with her. Sorry.”

Asking Twogami was a no-go too. “It’ll be more considerate to the other passengers if they’re both in one area,” he said. “To limit the disturbance if they become distressed.”

“I’m the one who’ll be feeling fucking distressed,” Fuyuhiko snapped.

Peko overheard, and came over at once. “I’ll take your burden, young master.”

“No, not you!” Fuyuhiko hated the whine in his tone - and he hated the smirk on Twogami’s face too. “You don’t have to do it. You sit with Gundham and pet his hamsters or something. I… I want you to be happy,” he mumbled, blushing fiercely.

Damn it. He could be as bad as Kazuichi sometimes.

There was no way to wriggle out of it. The morning of the trip dawned bright and sunny, and Fuyuhiko’s ticket set him directly between Kazuichi and Nagito. Fantastic.

At least check-in and security went by reasonably peacefully, the walk to their gate quiet. Only Akane and Nekomaru seemed to be properly awake this early in the day, and they stuck with each other. Fuyuhiko glanced at his two friends. Kazuichi still seemed half-asleep, curled on one of the uncomfortable chairs by the gate, watching the planes take off and land in the distance through the huge windows. Nagito was much more concerning. He was smiling brightly… but he didn’t look happy at all.

“Hey, Fuyuhiko, want to know how a plane engine works?” Kazuichi asked.

“No,” he said, but he sat down with a sigh as Kazuichi started talking anyway. He tuned out after a second, though Nagito looked like he was listening.

“Seeing you talk about your ultimate talent is so inspiring, Kazuichi,” Nagito said - and smiled. That weird smile again, desperate and strained.

“It’s nothing. I just think planes are interesting. From an engineering point of view. I really wish I didn’t have to fucking ride one,” Kazuichi groaned.

“Aha, I can’t help feeling apprehensive too. The last time I was on a flight, both my parents died.” Nagito spoke emotionlessly, as if reciting a shopping list, but that smile was still fixed on his face. “But it’s okay. That bad luck brought me a lot of good luck later on. You just have to have hope that things will work out.”

Kazuichi stared at him, mouth open. “Um. Okay. Sorry.” He caught Fuyuhiko’s eye and mouthed what the fuck? Fuyuhiko wasn’t sure if Kazuichi was just now hearing the story or if he was confused by Nagito’s weird behaviour. He shrugged helplessly.

There wasn’t much conversation after that. You couldn’t really carry on your casual chit-chat right after somebody brought up their dead parents. Fuyuhiko kept an eye on Nagito. He was bolt upright in his seat, his eyes staring straight ahead, hands clasped so tight in his lap his knuckles bleached white. With his pale hair and ashen face, he looked like all the blood had drained out of him completely.

Their flight number was called far too soon, and Fuyuhiko dragged his motley crew to the right aisle, pondering where to put everyone. Kazuichi should probably be on the end if he’d be passing vomit bags to some poor stewardess. Fuyuhiko needed to be in the middle, so that left Nagito by the window. He’d have to keep the shutter pulled down.

Hajime passed them on the way to his own seat, and stopped short when he saw Nagito’s face. He leaned right over Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko, ignoring their complaints and curses, and took Nagito’s hand. “Are you alright? You look… off.”

“Don’t worry about me, Hajime.”

“Your hands are clammy.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. How disgusting for you,” Nagito said, smiling. Always smiling.

“That’s not what I meant… Look, do you want to sit with me?”

“Can we move it along please?” somebody called irritably down the aisle.

“You’re holding up the line, Hajime. Don’t worry about me,” Nagito repeated. Hajime looked like he was worrying dreadfully, but he was forced to move along. Nagito clasped his hands again and fixed his gaze on the seat in front, smiling smiling smiling. It was freaking Fuyuhiko out. He looked like he was wearing a mask and his eyes were the only real part of him, swirling with turmoil.

“Hey.” Kazuichi nudged Fuyuhiko’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Are Hajime and Nagito… you know. A thing?”

“Mate, you told me you’ve seen them leave Hajime’s cabin together in the mornings.”

“They could just be having a sleepover. As bros.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Kazuichi.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t want Hajime to get a new best friend,” Kazuichi said.

Fuyuhiko sighed. “I think you’re safe.”

There was a pause. Then another shoulder nudge a second later. “So Hajime and Nagito? Seriously? Am I the only person on my own in this class?” Kazuichi muttered.

Fuyuhiko was spared from responding by the flight attendants starting the safety briefing, demonstrating how to use the oxygen masks and the life jackets in case of emergency. He had to admit, it was pretty eerie to think that you could, however unlikely it may be, crash into the ocean or need extra oxygen to live long enough to get to land. He glanced over at Nagito nervously. His arms were now curled across his chest, hands gripping his elbows. His head was bent, a cloud of puffy hair hiding his face. Maybe that was for the best.

“Can you try not to puke as long as possible?” Fuyuhiko whispered to Kazuichi. “I feel like I might have a situation to deal with.”

“I’m never trying to puke,” Kazuichi said, but he seemed worried too, glancing past Fuyuhiko. “Hey, Nagito, you doing alright?”

“Don’t worry about me, Kazuichi,” Nagito said, eerily calmly.

“That’s not the same thing as saying you’re fine, is it?” Kazuichi whispered to Fuyuhiko.

“He’s clearly not fucking fine,” Fuyuhiko snapped.

“Should I ask Hajime to swap?” Kazuichi asked.

Fuyuhiko nodded, but before Kazuichi could even undo his seatbelt, the plane jerked and started reversing out of the gate. Fuyuhiko heard Nagito draw in his breath sharply - then he was the one fumbling for his seatbelt, standing unsteadily.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Fuyuhiko yelled, catching onto the back of Nagito’s coat as he tried to clamber over the seats. “Sit down!”

“I’m afraid I need to get off,” Nagito said, voice still calm despite his frantic movements.

“It’s already moving, for God’s sake! Sit down before a flight attendant sees you!” It wasn’t hard to force Nagito back into his seat - he seemed light enough for a strong gust of wind to knock him over - and Souda hastily got the belt fastened again just as the plane rolled onto the runway.

“Okay. It’s fine. You’re fine,” Fuyuhiko gabbled, trying hard not to shout or swear or scream at all his classmates for making him deal with this. “Just sit still and… I dunno, plug your ears. The takeoff part is the worst.”

There was a cacophony of whirring as the engines roared to life and Fuyuhiko would be very grateful for all that noise in a second, because Nagito started to laugh. Dry, hysterical laughter, his eyes over-bright and manic, lips bared in that grisly parody of a smile.

“Has he lost his fucking mind?” Kazuichi asked, sounding genuinely frightened.

“You must really hate me, Fuyuhiko,” Nagito gasped. “To restrain me here… You must despise me.”

“I’m not restraining you!”

“Then let me off.” He locked eyes with Fuyuhiko and for a second the manic grin faded. “Please…”

The engines roared to a crescendo and the plane shot forward so quickly everyone was pinned to their seats with the force, zooming on and on until they could feel the entire structure lurch into the air. Kazuichi groaned softly, shutting his eyes, but Fuyuhiko was far more focused on Nagito. He had his eyes squeezed shut too, but his hand clamped hard onto Fuyuhiko’s arm. Really fucking hard. Shit, maybe Nagito wasn’t as weak as he looked. Fuyuhiko cursed as his terrified companion started digging his nails into his skin, actually drawing blood. The pain prompted Fuyuhiko to try prying the hand loose a little, but Nagito clamped on harder, carving several new scratches. Fuyuhiko didn’t dare attempt again; he’d get his arm cut to ribbons.

When the plane was flying high and the swirling, disoriented feeling had eased, Fuyuhiko checked on both men. Kazuichi had his head in his hands, but he gave a shaky thumbs up when Fuyuhiko prodded him.

“‘M okay,” he mumbled. “Got through takeoff. Gets better when it’s levelling out.”

“Right, good. Try to stay that way, yeah? I’ve got a lot to handle right now,” Fuyuhiko sighed. Nagito was still shredding his arm up, but he could feel one finger tapping for attention.

“What? What do you need? Please, no bullshit, Nagito. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” Fuyuhiko said. He was practically yelling in his panic, and the people across the aisle turned to glare.

It was several seconds before Nagito could gather enough breath to speak. Fuyuhiko saw that awful smile stretch across his face again, like somebody had twisted his frown the wrong way round. “Aha, I’m sorry to trouble you, Fuyuhiko, but I think I might be having a panic attack.”

“What?” Fuyuhiko felt like he was going to have a panic attack too. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath. And the cabin has been spinning for several minutes.”

“Jesus Christ! Why didn’t you say anything?” Fuyuhiko hurriedly pushed Nagito’s head down as far as it would go before it bumped the seat in front. “Fucking… think of things you can see or something? Shit, I don’t remember.”

“Five things you can see,” Kazuichi chimed in. “Is he really gonna pass out? Hajime is gonna kill us.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him for leaving this shit to us! How stupid can you get?”

“Ahh, I’m such a nuisance. If I’d known I’d react in such a shameful way, I’d have been sure to take a seat away from all the Ultimates. Why are you taking care of someone like me?”

“Nagito, shut up, this isn’t your fault,” Fuyuhiko said shortly. “Stop babbling on about ultimates and do the panic attack thing. Listen to Kazuichi, he knows how to do it.”

Nagito did as he was told, working through the grounding techniques with Kazuichi while Fuyuhiko held onto his shoulders feeling helpless. Nagito was shaking so hard it was difficult not to drop him altogether. He didn’t pass out, but even after the grounding Nagito looked far from what you’d consider calm. He was grey-white when Fuyuhiko carefully hauled him back upright.

“Are you okay..?”

The smile came back, though it seemed a lot more tired than manic this time. “Ah… I don’t think so, Fuyuhiko.”

“Well. At least you’re honest. Can you tell me how you’re feeling? Physically, I mean. Clearly I see you’re fucked mentally. And please stop smiling like that, you’re creeping me out,” Fuyuhiko said.

Nagito finally released his grip on Fuyuhiko’s arm, his nails coated with blood. He bent forward slowly, carefully, like he was terrified any sudden movements would send him spiralling again, and let his elbows rest on his knees. “I still feel slightly lightheaded. And nauseous. I’d still like to get off.”

Fuyuhiko examined the long scratches on his arm, sighing and mopping the blood with his sleeve. “Well, you’d have a long drop if you tried to get off now. You should cut your damn fingernails too. I’m going to get Hajime.” He turned to Kazuichi. “Watch him for a minute, okay? I don’t fucking care about drawing the short straw anymore, I can’t handle this.” Fuyuhiko scrambled over Kazuichi’s lap into the aisle, ignoring the flight attendant yelling for him to remain in his seat until the seatbelt signs went off.

“Hey! What did you mean drawing the short straw?” Kazuichi called behind him. Fuyuhiko didn’t look back.

“Hajime!” Fuyuhiko yelled when he was still more than six aisles away from the startled man. “You’re swapping with me!” He lowered his voice when he reached Hajime’s seat, but only marginally. “I can’t handle this. I don’t know how you expected Komeada to react to this shit, but whatever you thought, it’s worse. Way fucking worse. And I can’t help him. So go fucking do it yourself.”

“Well, I was going to swap as soon as the seatbelt signs were off,” Hajime said pointedly.

“I don’t give a shit. Look at my arm! Your fucking boyfriend nearly ripped it off at the elbow.” Fuyuhiko brandished his scratched, bloodied arm, and Hajime looked genuinely shocked.

“Oh my God…” He stood up hastily, clinging to the seats in front as the plane was still slightly off-balance. “I’m sorry, Fuyuhiko. I didn’t expect him to panic so much. He never said anything much about it when I asked.”

“Yeah, well, no offence, Hajime, but you can be as thick as three short planks sometimes. So if he implied anything, I don’t doubt you missed it,” Fuyuhiko snapped, taking Hajime’s empty seat - next to Chiaki, thank goodness. She hadn’t even looked up from her Switch this whole time. Perfect.

“I have taken some offence…” Hajime mumbled, then turned to go back down the aisle, trying hard not to catch the eyes of the other passengers staring like they were all part of a circus act. He was pretty sure the whole class was going to get banned from this airline. Gundham had been in trouble already for taking his hamsters out of their little travelling cage - several times. He was insulted by the insistence of the staff that all pets had to be contained, both by their labelling of his hamsters as mere pets and from their implication that his dark devas could ever be contained.

Hajime followed the sounds of more disgruntled passengers to Nagito’s seat. He was in the middle now, hunched over one of those white sick bags, while Kazuichi awkwardly patted his back. He looked relieved to see Hajime, beckoning frantically. “Come help me! I think he’s gonna spew. Weird that it’s not me for once.”

Hajime sighed, struggling to shuffle past his friends to get to Nagito’s other side, squashed by the window. Nagito didn’t acknowledge him. Hajime could see he had his eyes closed, his face strangely calm and smooth, though his breathing was erratic.

“Hey, Nagito? You hearing me?” Hajime called, tapping the other man’s pale cheek.

“Did I drive Fuyuhiko away?” Nagito said, voice strained. “I’m not surprised. To bother the Ultimates with the problems of an insignificant nobody like me.”

“Dude, shut up,” Kazuichi groaned. “Nobody thinks that. Stop being so weird. Fuyuhiko just doesn’t know how to look after people.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit up? I doubt you’ll throw up, you wouldn’t eat anything this morning,” Hajime said.

At that exact moment, almost as if to pointedly prove him wrong, Nagito made a choked retching sound and ducked his head down further, cringing.

“Oookay. Or not. Um. You’re okay,” Hajime muttered, placing a wary hand on Nagito’s hair to keep it out of the way. It was strange hair; soft yet thick at the same time, and it poofed up determinedly no matter how many times Ibuki tried him out with different hairstyles.

The seatbelt signs were now off, so Kazuichi stood up hastily, trying to shield Nagito from the people hurrying up the aisle to the bathrooms. Hajime was grateful, but part of him wished he could switch places with Souda. He didn’t think he’d be having to coach Nagito through something so strangely intimate so soon into their… relationship? They’d never come out and actually said they were boyfriends, not even to each other, but their classmates seemed to think they were a couple.

As Nagito really hadn’t eaten much of anything all day, the actual vomiting didn’t last too long, but the dry heaving continued for several agonising minutes, and the nausea remained indefinitely. But Nagito felt safe to lift him head, his pale cheeks dusted with pink. He smiled shakily at Hajime. “How embarrassing. I caused a scene in front of all these people. You must be lamenting the day you set eyes on me.”

“Stop,” Hajime sighed, taking the soiled bag and handing it to Kazuichi.

“Hajime!” Souda squealed, hastily handing it off to a flight attendant, who offered a bottle of water for Nagito in response. Her smile didn’t slip once. Hajime was impressed by her poker face.

“Drink,” Hajime prompted, forcing the bottle into Nagito’s hands. “I want you to try eating something later too. You’re going to pass out.”

Kazuichi sat down again, glancing at Nagito. “You feeling… okay now? Like as okay as you can?”

Nagito took a long drink of water, eyes blank. Then he smiled again, that strange, forced smile. “I really am pathetic, aren’t I? Causing such a dramatic spectacle over something that happened years ago. I don’t deserve such attention from the Ultim-“

“Stop!” Hajime took Nagito’s face in his hands, forcing him to meet his eyes. Hajime thought he saw something flicker in them, some semblance of an honest emotion. “Nagito, can you please stop trying to act like you don’t have feelings. I know you’re scared. And you know what? It’s okay. It’s completely fucking normal to feel like this right now. I shouldn’t have left you. That was me being dense, and I’m sorry. But you can stop pretending. It’s just me here - and Kazuichi, but he’ll understand too. He’s scared of everything.”

“I am not!” Kazuichi cried, outraged.

Hajime didn’t break eye contact with Nagito, both breathing heavily. Nagito glared back at first, his face twisting into a scowl, but Hajime didn’t falter.

“Let me in,” Hajime muttered. “I know you, for God’s sake. You’re not gonna scare me off. It’s okay to need help. Please.”

Another silence for several long, tense seconds. Then - finally, amazingly - Nagito made a soft frustrated noise, lunged forwards and wound his arms around Hajime’s neck so tightly that for a second Hajime thought he’d messed up so badly Nagito was trying to throttle him.

“Hey, careful,” Hajime said, but his voice was gentle and he didn’t try to pry Nagito off. Nagito let his forehead rest on Hajime’s shoulder, his hair falling to shield his face completely. Hajime snaked his own arms awkwardly around Nagito’s slender waist. He could feel Nagito shaking, feel the warm puff of his breathing against his shoulder. The shaking never eased, but as time passed the breathing seemed to calm slightly.

Nagito didn’t speak as he clung to Hajime for dear life. Not a single word. But Hajime hadn’t really expected him to. This was already a degree of vulnerability that Nagito was completely unaccustomed to showing anyone, let alone his almost-boyfriend, his classmates and an entire plane full of strangers. It was a good place to start.

Kazuichi watched them slightly bitterly. “It’s alright for some. I wouldn’t mind someone to cuddle up to,” he muttered.

“That’s your other talent. Ultimate Third Wheel,” Hajime quipped.

Their row of seats was reasonably peaceful after that, though Hajime could hear the laughter and yelling from their classmates further back. He hoped the sensible members of the group could stop them causing too much trouble. Hajime couldn’t go tell them to knock it off himself; whenever he moved at all Nagito would tighten his grip.

He sat there, hour after hour, until he had to pry Nagito off him for a bathroom break. It wasn’t easy. Nagito fought him and clung on as much as he could, though Hajime explained he’d be back in five minutes.

“Look, cling onto Kazuichi while I go pee,” Hajime suggested. Kazuichi didn’t look overly enthusiastic about that idea, but he didn’t protest.

Nagito sighed. He slowly drew back his arms, and whispered three breathy little words into Hajime’s shirt before he went, perhaps the most raw, vulnerable words Hajime had ever heard Nagito say: “Please come back.”

“I will. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured.

Nagito shifted shakily in his seat, turned to Kazuichi and lunged at him too, wrapping his arms around his neck. Kazuichi squealed and whined that he was being strangled, but he didn’t shove Nagito away. Hajime almost felt like they were new parents, passing their newborn between them: “I’ll hold him for a bit, you go to the loo.”

There was a queue for the tiny airplane bathrooms. Hajime stood impatiently, wriggling his cramped shoulders and rocking back on his heels; he was glad Nagito seemed to be trusting him more, but he was pretty stiff after sitting in the same position for hours.

Two women ahead of Hajime in the queue seemed to be having an animated discussion about something, and when Hajime caught the word “school” he started to listen properly.

“I don’t know what sort of school they come from, but they’re a strange bunch,” one lady hissed. “There’s an odd boy in the row ahead of me, one of that lot, who has a collections of rodents, all free from their cage! Running all over the seat trays! Well, that’s not very hygienic, is it? But when I told him as much, he gave me the most incredibly rude answer.”

“Young people have such foul mouths these days,” the other lady agreed.

“No, he wasn’t swearing. It was ever so strange, almost as if he was… well, you’ll think I sound silly. But it was like he was cursing me.”

It was a good job for Hajime that the toilet became available and the lady rushed inside, because he was biting his cheeks to contain his laughter. When he’d used the loo himself and gone back to release Kazuichi from Nagito’s vice grip, he recited the story for both of them.

Kazuichi laughed, poking Nagito gently. “There you are, Nagito. No need to worry. No matter how weird we are, we can always count on Gundham to be weirder.”

Nagito didn’t respond, but Hajime saw a hint of a smile - a real smile - on his lips before he buried his face in Hajime’s neck again.