#i hope he ugly cries and licks the floor she walks on when he sees her again

[crismakesstuff]

saw this meme and knew I had to do it with them

this is how I see them

[sparklysung]

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Grandparents Day

Hi!!! Sorry for posting it then deleting it, I decided I didn’t want to post it now I want to! So sorry about that haha:) this is just the styles family going to the park and visiting the grandparents! I hope you enjoy 💕

Today Y/n and Harry are leaving their cozy cottage and scoundering out into the real world, leaving the home-y confines of their cottage and going to visit the grandparents for a late lunch.

They are having a picnic out at the park, Harry offered to host it at their cottage and have it out in their backyard- claiming the flowers and plants would make great scenery, But the family had denied. They said the four needed to get out and see more people than the customers at the farmers market.

The couple of course agreed, renting out a park pavilion for the day and packing up their contribution of the picnic foods. “Come on, my love, mummy made sun tea!” Harry coos, holding Violet's hand and hoisting her up into her booster seat.

“Yummy!” She cheers, letting Harry clip her in the seat securely. Harry buckles it right under her chest, making sure the big buckle is positioned correctly. “Comfy?” Harry questions, holding a thumb up for her. She smiles widely, showing her small baby teeth and sticking her tiny thumb up for him. “Good!” She cheers, Harry smiling and softly tickling her belly, kissing her cheek then brushing his hand from her hair to her cheek, softly giving it a pinch before he shoots her a wink, softly closing the door.

Y/n walks out, the picnic basket in her hand along with Forest laying in her arm. “I’ve got that, sunshine” Harry hums, pushing up his glasses and grabbing the picnic basket from her hands, the kids diaper bag balanced on top of it. He places it in the back, Y/n thanking him and buckling Forest into his bus seat.

**

“Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get you out of the bus!” Harry coos, pulling Violet out of the bus seat and resting her on his hip. He circles to the back of the bus, grabbing the diaper bag and the wooden picnic basket, heading toward the big pavilion entry. Y/n walks a couple steps ahead of him, guiding the way while he hauls the food behind her.

“Hello!” Harry’s mum greets, making the man look up with a smile. “Hi!” He sings, his wife offering her a polite smile while she deals with a slightly fussy Forest. Y/ns parents greet them, the styles family making their way over to the picnic table. “Go see nana!” Harry coos, letting Violet slip down from his hip and land on her feet, padding away on the concrete flooring to go visit her grandparent, getting her cheeks pinched and dollars slipped to her behind her parents backs.

They all finally greet each other, laughs and conversations laying over the other until they all settle down and take their seats on the old red chipping bench of the picnic tables. Harry pulls Violet on his lap, making sure she’s not running off and getting lost. (She likes to do that when they go off to the park- which isn’t often.) Harry slides her plate toward her, the girl's sippy cup full of sun tea, balanced between her chubby hands.

“It's time to eat, sunshine.” Harry announces to violet, pulling her next to him on the picnic table bench. She stretches her little neck to look at the array of food everyone had brought. She makes quick grabby hands for the fruit sandwiches Harry hand prepared for the outing. Harry catches her in the act and grabs her hand before she can shove a bite into her mouth, pulling her hand away and kissing the back of it, shoving an orange baby spoon in her hand instead. He puts a small portion of summer pasta on her plate, the girl forming a tight pout on her lips before she stabs the pasta and shoves it in her mouth angirly, mad her daddy didn't let her have dessert first.

“How is the farm?” Anne asks while she holds Forest, holding a sleepy baby in one arm and feeding herself with the other, something the youngest parents out of the group have mastered.

Y/n finishes her bite, wiping her mouth off on the floral printed napkin before answering annes question. “Everything is good. We sold a bunch at the farmers market a couple weeks ago.” Harry nods along, serving himself while everyone passes the bowls and plates of food around, complimenting each other on their dishes quietly. “We’re thinking of getting some bunnies. Violet would love it.” Harry adds, violet instantly snapping her head up at the mention of adding the fluffy white animal to the family farm. “Bunnies?!” she asks, making the group laugh.

“Yep,” Harry says, licking his thumb and rubbing red sauce from her face, the little girl's face scrunching up while she pushes his large hand away. “You're gonna eat them?” Y/n’s dad asks, the family shaking her head, violet getting visibly upset by the questions. They dont eat bunnies! Bunnies are for petting and loving. “No, just have them as pets. We dont eat meat, we haven't for a while.” Harry informs, violet being his little sidekick and nodding along to every word he has to say.

“So are you getting them?” Anne asks, Violet looking up at Harry with so much hope. She loves bunnies, she draws them all the time, it's just one big circle, a smaller one for the head, then four tiny ones for the feet and a happy face made with two dots and a curved line but it's a bunny to her and she loves it. “...yeah,” the father slowly nods. Y/n gives him sharp eyes. They were supposed to surprise Violet and Forest with the new addition to their farm, even though forest wouldn't be that enthusiastic, he's only four months old.

“What about preschool? Are you going to send her to preschool?” y/n’s mum barges into the conversation, always nagging at her daughter to get the kids out. They do get the kids out, just not often. They have playdates and go to the park to socialize with the other kids but they are usually inside and if they do leave they stay together, no disturbing the people around them.

“Were still deciding on whether to homeschool her or send her to Harry's old preschool.” Y/n answers her nons nagging questions. She would love for Violet to stay with them, it's not like she wants to go out and see all these kids, she's a very antisocial toddler. She is shy and nervous around new people, if it's not her mummy, daddy, and little brother she usually doesn't prefer to be around them for long periods of time.

“Just let the kid breathe! She probably wants to be with other kids ever not and then, you know.”

Y/n tries not to get frustrated but she doesn't need people telling her how to parent, especially when they dont know how her child feels being around people that arent her immediate family.

Y/n sighs, rubbing her eyes. “Violet doesn't like being around other people for a long time. I dont want to send her away for three hours a day to a place where she isn't comfortable. Especially when we are already teaching her stuff at home and she is doing great.” she argues back, harry pulls a hand on the small of her back and rubs softly. He knows she gets annoying about things like this, she is usually a very zen person.

Harry 100% backs her up on this. He knows how anxious his little one can get when she is around new people- or people who aren't her parents. Why would they send her off to a preschool when they can teach her ABC’s at home, how to write her name, counting, and even more that they teach at a preschool. They can have one on one time with their child when the teacher wouldn't be able to focus on just one child at a time. They even get to teach her more about the animals, show her what noises animals make and what colors they are up close and personal.

“I think it would just be nice for her to make some friends,”

Harry senses some trepidation, and he doesn't want Violet to watch her mumma and grandma to get into a disagreement. Not that it would get ugly, Harry just prefers his kids ears aren't around bad language, and when a disagreement happens the adults tend to get loose lips.

“Hey, are you done? Let's go play, you can eat this on the swings.” Harry grabs a fruit sandwich, picking the girl up and excusing them while he walks into the wood chip filled playground. Violet munches on her desert when she slides down bright yellow slides with Harry, sitting on his lap while they both sing out “weeeee!”

Y/n helps everyone pack up, throwing away paper cups and plates in the big rusty trash cans that they had in the pavilion. She watches Harry and Violet chase each other, watching them closely since Violet happens to be a very accident prone (almost) two year old. She keeps to herself while she stuffs drinks back in blue coolers, stuffing their tupperware back in their picnic basket and leaving the sun tea out because they had seemed to enjoy that.

While the rest of the crew cleans up Harry chases Violet around the playground, the black floors being filled with wood chips that were once stuck on little ones shoes, or maybe some naughty kids were bringing them up on the jungle gym to play around in them. “Hey, watch your step, pumpkin!” Harry yells before Violet misses her step and falls over a big black chunky step, falling right into the wood chips. Cries instantly fell from her mouth, she was just trying to run down the playground steps but her chubby legs couldn't keep up.

“Hey,” Harry pouts, sitting on the black step and pulling her onto his thighs. “Are you okay, sweet pea?” Harry asks, dusting off the debris on her knees and hands. She huffs as she cries, her bottom lip poking out while tears roll down her cheek, her nose and cheeks growing pink and hot from her crying. Harry gives her a big pout when he sees her knee bleeding, He hopes she doesnt have a splinter.

“Lets go get you clean your boo boo’s up” Harry mumbles, pulling her up to his chest and kissing all along her hair line, letting her cry in his neck. He walks back up to the pavilion in search of the diaper bag, they have a first aid kit stashed in there, it's a necessity when you have a bambi-like toddler.

y/n watches Harry set down a crying violet, fishing for a first aid kit. “What happened?” she sighs, handing the little girl her sippy cup. Harry glaces up at his wife for a second before looking back down at his toddler, preparing to clean her boo boo’s. “She fell,” he cleans her cuts up only making her cry more, her hands were only scraped, but she had a small cut on her knee. He adds some neosporin, patching on a baby shark bandaid before kissing over her cut.

“All better?” the girl huffs, wiping her tears. She looks at her knee, holding up two fingers like she's going to pinch something, Harry laughs. “Lets go sing baby shark somewhere else, your nana might give me a boo boo.”

Y/n laughs, Harry kissing her and Forest's head before they sit on the park bench together, their singing still heard.

The grandparents all swarm over the free child, watching him sleep peacefully. Y/n laughs awkwardly, hoping that Harry would be back soon to distract them or so Violet could play with them. “Are you putting this one in pre school?” Y/n scoffs at her mothers nagging, surprised it's only been an hour of hearing nagging about their kids.

“He's a real momma's boy. He's gonna be a heartbreaker.'' Robin laughs, making Y/n smile and laugh, her boy isn't dating because no one's ever gonna be good enough.

They decide to join the rest on the playground, the men playing with violet- or Harry pushing Violet on the swing while the men talk to him. Anne and Y/n’s mom join her on the park bench, the small boy finally waking up from his long nap. They talk about the farm and the kids while the sun sets, loud giggles from violet fill the park while Harry pushes her higher and higher. “It's beautiful out,” Anne says, looking up at the glowing sky, a painting of orange, purple, and blue framing the cloudy sky.

“It is,”

Hiii!! I hope you enjoyed reading part three!! I’m sorry for being a tease and posting it then deleting it. I was in my teasing era. Anyways, thank you for everything, you have all been so fucking amazing, like it shocks me how sweet and supportive you all are, thank you!!! It means so much!!! I love you all. My requests are open, I’m currently writing part four and then I will be putting out a blurb about when y/n was pregnant with Forest after part four is out. Thank you for everything!!!

[brelione]

In The End (The Best Boys)

Warnings:For the love of god everyones doing too much, yelling, not proof read

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You took in a deep, shaky breath.Rafe bit his lip, leaning down to kiss you gently. “Lets go downstairs, okay?”He asked, large hand going to hold yours.You nodded, slowly sitting up with a slight pain in your abdomen.

He went into your closet to get you something loose and soft, helping you get dressed. “Im sure hes fine, alright?Dont worry.”He grinned, kissing the top of your head.The two of you sat anxiously on the couch, listening for Kelce’s car.

You jumped when you heard the car door slam, your door opening a few moments later.His breathing was fast and shallow, eyes wide and sweat dripping from his hairline and tears falling from his eyes.He didnt say anything, hands shaking as he stared back at you.Rafe’s hand was sitting on your thigh, almost trying to hold you back from going to Kelce.

You werent sure if the action was out of jealousy or if he was just worried about you trying to approach Kelce while he was in this state of mind.It didnt matter though.Once the slight shock had worn off you quickly made your way to Kelce, wrapping your arms tight around him.

He was shaking under your touch, a few of his tears falling into your hair as he leaned against you with his arms around your shoulders. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”You repeated, rubbing his back.He shook his head, squeezing you so hard that it hurt.

You looked over to Rafe, trying to figure out what had happened. “Im sorry.”Kelce sobbed, whistling sounds coming from his nose as he tried to take deep breaths.Your hand moved to run through his hair and rub the back of his neck, feeling him start to relax a bit

. “Kelce….what happened?”You asked, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone lightly.He didnt move away from you, squeezing you tighter.He could tell by the way you and Rafe kept looking at eachother that he was freaking you guys out and it didnt exactly help with how stressed he was.

 “I dont know what to do.”He cried, his nose starting to run.You didnt know what to do either, holding him and whispering into his ear.He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths, listening to you.It couldve been minutes or hours, you werent exactly sure but it didnt really matter.

Rafe was just confused, not understand how to help or what could have happened to make Kelce act like this.You eventually got him to stand up, holding your hand as you practically dragged him.He sat on your counter, hands shaking as you got him some water and squeezed lemon juice into it.

His eyes were puffy and red, eyebrows messed up and his nose was irritated.He was a mess.You werent sure if he’d be able to hold the cup on his own, putting it next to him for when he’d be able to. “You okay, little man?”You asked, offering him a towel to wipe his nose with.

He didnt answer but took the towel anyways, holding it to his nose.Rafe came into the kitchen, looking at Kelce with a puzzled expression.Kelce let his eyes fall to Rafe’s neck, letting out a low sigh.Topper was right. 

“I dont know what happened...I just got mad and I dont know.I think I blacked out...I dont know.”He muttered.Rafe nodded, understanding. “I was on the phone with Topper.And he-he said that uh….that he told you something.”He glanced over to Rafe, taking in a deep breath.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, looking over to Rafe too. “And he told me...that you and Rafe are dating.I dont know...it’s stupid.”Kelce muttered, looking down into his cup.You bit the inside of your cheek, not sure how what to say or if you should deny it or not.

 “Okay...um….okay.”You nodded, thinking about it.You hadnt considered Rafe your boyfriend, things hadnt really gotten that far yet when it came to feelings.Or maybe they had. “It doesnt matter...theres just so much happening and I got stressed and everything just happened so fast and I didnt know what to do.”He explained, squeezing the towel in his hand.

There was no way of getting out of this.Why did life have to be this way? “So um….whats the main problem here?”You asked, remembering how he’d ask you that when you had an anxiety attack.He squeezed the towel harder, wanting to scream. 

“Everything is the main problem!I cant-I cant just pretend anymore!Ive been pretending for years and I just cant-do you know how fucked all of this is?”He asked, the towel falling to the floor.On instinct Rafe had pulled you closer to him, not sure what was going to happen but was more than shocked when you moved away from him. 

“What do you mean you’ve been pretending?”You asked, not understanding what he was talking about.He laughed, his eyes watering again. “Havent you noticed?Four years, (Y/N)!Four fucking years i’ve been in love with you and you havent noticed and im trying my best to keep it from you cause its not your problem to deal with but its hard, okay?I’ve been trying to control myself and control everyone else and I know its fucked, alright?And then Rafe just takes you away and he knows too!And he’s known about Topper-thats so goddamn fucked!”Kelce exclaimed, standing up now.

He didnt even know what he was saying, ranting about all of his thoughts. “How are you so oblivious?How have you not seen the signs?dont you see how mad Topper gets when you’re all over Rafe?If you love Rafe thats fine but could you at least let us know so that we dont have that little bit of hope?Cant you just do that for me?”He asked, his breathing shallow.Rafe looked over at you too, waiting for you to reply.He knew he loved you.He had known for a long time that it was something more than a little crush.

Topper walked up your driveway, nearly losing his balance a few times on the way to your door that was open for some reason.He was glad that it was darker out so he didnt have to worry about wearing the ugly sunglasses his doctor told him to wear.

 “Guys?”He called out, hearing shouts from the kitchen.Rafe peaked out from the kitchen, frowning when he saw Topper. “What the hell is going on?”The blonde asked, coming into the kitchen.You looked over at him before looking back over to Kelce. “Topper-I think you were right.”Kelce replied quietly, looking at you.

 “Can you guys shut the hell up?”Rafe asked, becoming increasingly annoyed with the situation. “Kelce, man, I get what you’re trying to say but none of this is helpful, okay?”Rafe asked, surprising himself.This was usually Kelce’s job. 

“No, Rafe, it’s not okay.I cant just pretend that I dont feel the things I do anymore.I get that you dont have to hide it anymore and thats fucking fantastic for you but I dont want to hide it either, ight?”Kelce took in a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

You felt Topper staring at you, regretting coming over here.He figured that he hadnt left things on the best note, wanting to come over and talk to you a little more since he was sure that he had freaked you out.

Somehow the four of you ended up on the floor, glancing at eachother as you all calmed down. “Rafe and I....we arent dating.”You spoke up, hoping that it wouldnt start another argument.

Rafe licked his lips, taking in a deep breath through his nose.He knew that it wasnt official but he hoped that you didnt see him as just a friend with benefits. 

“You dont have to date someone to love them, (Y/N).”Topper reminded you, his eyes trapped on his casted arm that rested in its black sling.You huffed, resting the back of your head on the cabinets.

 “I know, Top.I know....”You mumbled, tapping your fingertips on your kneecap. “Listen, im sorry for being a bitch.Its just...I dont know.I think I need to figure myself out.Between you guys and my parents I just bottle everything up.I shouldnt have blown up like that.”Kelce admitted, relieved when you reached over and squeezed his hand. 

“I get it, bubs.You know you can always talk to us, right?”You asked, wanting to hug him tightly and never let go but you figured it woul probably be awkward for him under these circumstances. 

“Yeah.”He replied, scratching at his eyebrow. “(Y/N)...you know we cant just forget that this conversation happened.We have to talk about this.”Topper spoke sternly, knowing that you would try to change the topic.Rafe nodded in agreement, wanting to know where he stood with you. 

“I know, I know.But....I dont think I know how I feel if im being honest.But if-when I do ill let you guys know, okay?”You asked, your heart pounding in your chest.You were such a liar.You werent supposed to lie to your bestfriends.

They all mumbled, shrugging.It wasnt exactly understandable but you assumed that it was a yes anyways, slowly standing up.Your legs were still partly tingling because of Rafe but you were just glad you could walk.

 “im going upstairs.You guys should just stay here for the night.”You told them, heading up to your bedroom quickly.You laid down on your bed, wishing that you had never slept with Rafe.Maybe that wouldnt make things so difficult for you right now.You couldnt imagine how upset you had made Rafe just a few moments ago.

“It doesnt matter if she ends up dating me, you know she cares about you guys more than anything else.”Rafe told them, biting the inside of his cheek.Topper chuckled, shaking his head. 

“You always get everything you want, Rafe.You get all her attention and even when I was in the hospital all she cared about was you.”He replied, glaring at his friend.Kelce groaned, resting his head against his palm. 

“We had to drag her out of the hospital, Topper.Literally.”He laid down on the tile floor, staring at the ceiling. “Come on, Kelce.She goes to you about everything.You know a whole side of her that we’ve never seen.That’s special.”Topper answered, wondering what kind of secrets Kelce knew that he didnt.Kelce’s eyes widened, sitting up again. 

“Wait-she doesnt tell you guys about our cooking talks?”Kelce asked.They shook their heads, chuckling. “Nope, might as well tell us about it.”Rafe grinned, excited to hear stories.Kelce smiled, feeling his face heat up.That meant it was his special thing that he had with you and noone else.

 “hmm...no.I’ll just keep it to myself.”Kelce answered, hearing them groan. “Wow, I see how it is.”Topper smiled.They sat on the floor talking for hours, eventually getting up and making a huge pot of ramen.

 “So what did you miss most while you were in the hospital?”Kelce asked, stirring the noodles. “Movie nights, one thousand percent.”He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet.

He thought about it constantly at night when you were asleep next to him on the hospital bed.He wondered what movies you’d all be watching together if he hadnt left the house that night.Rafe smiled, grabbing a fork.

 “We can have one of those now.I’ll go get (Y/N).”He turned to leave but was stopped by Kelce. “I’ll go.”He said quickly, not waiting for an answer before jogging upstairs.You had fallen asleep face down on your bed, snoring into the pillow.He stood in the doorway for a moment, listening to your breathing.

He sat at the foot of the bed, tapping your leg lightly. “Nooo....”You mumbled, moving your arms under the pillow to get more comfortable. “(Y/N), do you want some ramen?”Kelce asked, trying not to laugh. 

“hmmm....”You hummed into the pillow. “(Y/N).”He whispered again. “Whatttt?”You asked, voice muffled by the pillowcase. “Ramen.”He repeated, feeling you shift around. 

“What kind?”You asked, still half asleep. “Chicken with butter and garlic and fried egg.”He answered.You placed your head back on the pillow, thinking about it but slowly drifting into sleep again. 

“(Y/N).”He laughed, laying down to face you. “Yeah?”You asked, eyes squinting. “Ramen.”He repeated once more.You hummed, wrapping your arms around him. “No.”You answered. 

“You dont want ramen?”He asked, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Yeah.”You answered, mouth slightly open as your face pressed against his shirt. “You want ramen?”He asked, scratching at your side.

 “Yeah.”You answered, your voice high pitched from sleep. “You gotta get up.”He told you, smiling to himself when your grip tightened. “No.”You answered, your leg falling across his stomach.

 “then you dont get ramen.”he answered. “Rude.”You grumbled, refusing to move off of him.He laughed, glad that you werent acting any different after everything that had happened.

He held on tight to you, rolling off the bed. “Put me down.”You yawned, wrapping your arms around him. “No.”He answered, walking down the stairs with you.The scent of ramen and garlic filled your nostrils, hearing a bowl being set down on the marble countertop.

Kelce put you down on one of the chairs, pushing a bowl of ramen in front of you.They were just poking at their noodies, swirling them onto their forks before letting it fall back into the bowl. 

“My mom called.”Topper blew on some noodles before shoving them in his mouth. “Shes mad about the car.She’s still in California.”He replied, getting another bite full. 

“At least you dont have to deal with her.”Rafe shrugged, looking for the brightside of things.Topper just hummed, staring into his bowl.None of you spoke after that, eating some ramen but not bothering to put the dishes in the sink. 

“Topper wanted to have a movie night.”Rafe mumbled, glancing over to Topper.You simply nodded, getting up and going into the living room.You curled yourself up into the corner of the couch, a pillow to your chest.

Kelce was on the other end of the couch, Topper on the floor next to him while Rafe sat not too far in front of you, reaching for the remote.Everything just felt so dead.

You wanted to reach out and play with Rafe’s hair or lean against Kelce but you knew not to for the sake of the others.You tried watching the movie, the volume low so that it wouldnt hurt Topper’s head.

It was some sort of dog movie from the early 2000s.Kelce was the first to fall asleep, snoring against the arm rest.Rafe was confused, not understanding what was going on.He was the second to fall asleep, face in the carpet not even half way through the movie. 

“Top, you awake?”You whispered, the movie in a dark scene right now. “Yeah, why?”He asked, looking over in your direction. “I dunno.You wanna talk?”You asked, keeping your voice quiet so you wouldnt bother Rafe or Kelce.Topper hummed, standing up slowly. 

“You wanna go outside?”He asked, already heading for the slider door.You followed him outside, hearing crickets and the sound of you pool.The two of you sat on the pavement by the water, staring at the lit up pool. 

“What do you want to talk about?”He asked, sticking his feet into the water.You just shrugged, not really knowing. “Do you wanna talk about earlier?”You asked, hoping that it wasnt too forward. 

“What about it?”He asked.You sighed, regretting bringing it up again. “I dont know, I just think we left off at a bad note.”You replied, sticking your hand in the water out of curiosity. “Yeah, yeah we did.But its either you love me or you dont, either is fine.”He replied, ignoring the pit in his stomach.

You remained silent, thinking. “Do you think its possible to love more than one person at a time?”You asked.His eyebrows raised at your words, blowing out a puff of air. 

“Well, its possible to hate more than one person at a time.Love and Hate are the same thing in the end.”He answered, kicking his feet back and forth under the surface of the water.

 “What does that mean?”You asked, not used to him saying things like that. “Well think about it.Love is just an extreme like and hate is just an extreme dislike.So if it was in a circle that means that hate and love touch.”He answered, dragging his fingernail against the pavement to make a small circle.

You nodded, flicking his finger. “So you think I can love more than one person at once?”You asked, wanting him to clarify.He nodded slowly. “I mean, you love Bucky and Henry Bowers and Jack Frost.Real people arent that different.We might be less attractive but not that different.”He answered, reaching for your hand. 

“Its okay if you havent figured things out yet, just let me know when you do.”He flashed you a grin that you could tell wasnt genuine. “But you know I love you no matter what, right?Like....even if I dont love you like that I still love you.”You told him, squeezing his hand lightly.

He nodded. “I know, bitch.”He laughed. “The only bitch here is you, bottom.”You replied, hoping he wouldnt push you into the water. “Last time I checked I wasnt a female dog.”He smiled, chuckling when you rolled your eyes. “What are you?12?”You asked.He nodded. “On the inside.”He replied.

Two chapters left-FUCK IM NOT READY

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[moonofiron]

Hardcore YamiChar fan here. Couldn't find the fanfic I wanted so I wrote one for myself.

I enjoyed writing it so much that I thought of sharing it with other YamiChar fans, too! It's my first attempt at a fanfic HA. I'm not sure what the ideal WC for fanfics is but I do know that this is way too long. If you read this, I hope you'll enjoy + leave feedback! 🤗

Anime: Black Clover

Characters: Yami Sukehiro x Charlotte Roselei. Passing mentions of other characters.

Genre: Fluff, romance, friendship, explicit sexual content 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Yami and Charlotte get into an ugly fight and then they try to reconcile.

Word Count: 6,335 😬

Minors, dni.

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Yami felt steam rise up from his entire body. He stared at the floor in disbelief. He slowly looked up at Charlotte and his disbelief shaped itself into a seething anger.

They both stood in the centre of his room. A sliver of embarrassment shadowed Charlotte's face. She couldn't believe she had slapped Yami so hard that his lip was bleeding.

Charlotte had come to his place to drop some reports from their last mission. Their banter today had gotten out of hand. Yami was teasing Charlotte like always and though she never seemed to mind, today something shifted in her. Whatever Yami said pricked her like never before and she slapped him right across his face for a frivolous remark.

Before Charlotte could open her mouth to apologise, she felt a strong force push her 10 feet back. The apology hung and died in the back of her throat. Pitch black energy enveloped her neck, wrists, thighs, and ankles and pinned her against the wall. Spread eagle on the wall above a small shelf, Charlotte took a second to understand what was happening. Yami had moved with lightning speed and was barely an inch from her now. She could hear him grinding his teeth. She could feel his heat.

“Don't you dare raise your hand...” Yami growled in her ear and felt her ki shift from fear to something else so helplessly and plainly that he stopped mid-sentence. Something dropped in his stomach. His anger changed again but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it had become now. With a hint of a smile in his voice, he asked in a soft whisper, “Oii oii, Princess, what's that, eh?" He didn't meet her eyes and stayed completely still. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Charlotte was breathing heavily. Her warm breath made the hair on his neck stand.

Charlotte said nothing. She didn't want to give away what being so close to him was doing to her. She knew Yami could only read her ki to a point. She put on a determined and strong facade.

“I can taste the speed of your blood rushing to places it shouldn't be rushing to,” whispered Yami as he licked the blood off his lips. Charlotte's eyes widened as it dawned on her that Yami wasn't really dense when it came to these things. She panicked and tried to break free from his magic's restraints in vain. He moved as she did, making sure to not touch her at all.

“Let me go, Yami. Right now," she spoke slowly and firmly but he sensed that everything inside of her said otherwise.

When she stopped struggling, he began speaking in the language of a smirk. His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his beard caressing her lobe every now and then.

“I can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and I can see that knot in your belly and I can taste the thirst in the back of your throat. Hmm.”

He stopped. He contemplated saying more. He wanted to embarrass her. He was still angry at her audacity to slap him.

“Please...,” Charlotte whispered.

“Hmm?”

Still not touching her, he carefully moved to her other ear, his lips almost brushed hers but his focus was sharp.

“I can hear the blood rushing to your nipples, Princess, hardening them. I can hear the ache in your inner thighs. I can taste the warmth flooding around your soft mound. I can hear your toes curling. I can sense the slight movement in your hips. This unintentional offering of yours to a peasant like me is pretty uncharacteristic of you, no?” Sarcasm oozed out of his words.

He stayed close but still, waiting for her to say something snarky. His lip and cheek still stung from the slap. But what he was doing now would sting her for the rest of her life. Her silence made his anger boil up again, and his whisper changed to a guttural sound. “You think you can slap....”

Before he could complete his sentence, Charlotte spoke in labored breath. “Please, stop this and just do what you want already.”

Half confused and half surprised, Yami frowned.

After a moment's pause, she sighed and whispered, “Yami, please, just take me”

Yami moved back a few steps and cocked his head. Charlotte gasped as if something precious had been taken from her. He looked at her pleading face. Her eyes were fixed on the ground. She looked gorgeous pinned and restrained on the wall; strands of her golden hair stuck to her sweaty face. Yami practically undressed her with the crude way he looked at her body. But he remained unmoved. His face looked bored at worst and indifferent at best. He took out his sword and Charlotte swallowed hard. Maybe he was dense and actually wanted to kill her. Terror flashed in her eyes. The cool blade touched her thighs and she wriggled her hips. Yami made a slit in the centre of her shorts and her wetness bloomed outwards toward him. She was slick with wetness and glistening. In a flash, Yami moved closer to her as he unzipped his leather pants and took his throbbing cock in his hand. He thrust himself in her with such speed and violence that she didn't even get a chance to see him in all his glory. He moved inside her hard and fast, revenge staining each thrust. He moved without making a sound, without touching her anywhere else. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Her body ached for just one touch. He was intentionally making sure that his chest wouldn't so much as brush against her breasts, or his face wouldn't collapse into her neck. Unsatisfied with how little he touched her, she tried to look for his hands as he fucked her angrily. His hands were on the wall beside hers, a hair's distance between them. She tried to move her hands as much as she could with the restraints, but he moved quickly. With hurt bubbling inside her heart she accepted whatever the hell this was. She gave in and groaned. She clenched around him each time an orgasm took her, her groans turned into moans and she quivered around him. As she felt a final surge of pleasure spreading everywhere, Yami pulled out and came all over her thighs. He turned around quickly, zipped his pants, and sat down on the bed, leaving Charlotte exposed and still quivering with delight. He lit a cigarette and without looking at Charlotte, removed the pitch black restraints around her wrists, thighs, neck, and ankles. She almost fell but steadied herself.

Unsure of what to say or do next, she began, "Yami, I am...."

"Get out."

"What?"

He looked up at her, bore his eyes into hers for the first time since the slap, and spat out something so cruel that it would ring in her ears for a long time, "Get out. You slapped me, I fucked you like the whore you are. We're even. Now get out."

Charlotte, dumb-founded, jerked her head back. She grabbed her bag and grimoire and left without another word. The transactory nature of all of this made her sick to her stomach. This wasn't what she had imagined her first time with Yami to be like. She couldn't believe how inconsiderate and insensitive Yami had been. She had known him to be caring and loving and overly protective of his friends, even if he didn't express it properly. So, this crass exchange didn't make sense to her. Simply put, her heart had broken not because of what had happened. But because she had just lost all respect for Yami. And, how can one love someone if one doesn't respect them?

//

The next morning, Julius called in a meeting of all magic knight captains. Everyone was in a jovial mood. Yami was late as usual. Charlotte, Nozel, and Feugoleon were waiting calmly. There was chattering and bantering and laughter. Until, Yami walked in. Everyone shut up. They had never experienced such a heavy aura from Yami. He always had a chilled out, lazy aura about him. They were all confused but no one dared to say a word. Nozel was sure that Yami had been possessed by a devil. Because everyone was so shaken by Yami, no one noticed Charlotte's visible discomfort.

//

Everything started returning back to normal slowly for Charlotte. Meetings were bearable. Charlotte had made a special request in secret to not be paired with Yami for missions. She cried in bouts, in between chores, after meetings, saddened by the friendship she had lost. She tried to block the memory of that evening but Yami's words came back to her suddenly and again and again. She would shudder with pain and sob till she felt nothing.

Yami remained sharp and focused during meetings and missions. He made sure to never look at Charlotte directly. When and if he spoke to her during meetings, he looked at Jack instead. He stayed aloof and the heaviness accompanied him everywhere.

Everyone slowly realised that Yami and Charlotte weren't teasing eachother anymore. There was no banter from them whatsoever and that greatly changed the dynamic of the meetings. Jack wanted to approach Yami but he thought better of it.

//

3 weeks after the evening of the slap, Yami left the Black Bulls base around 11pm. His mind was unfocused and clouded. He struggled to calm down. He struggled to make a decision. In the end, he found himself perched on the railing of Charlotte's balcony. He saw her silhouette behind the translucent curtains. She was combing her hair. He felt her ki, heavy with an inexplicable sorrow, embarrassment, and worthlessness.

He sighed heavily. He wanted to undo everything. He wanted his friend back. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to make her feel beautiful again. It's not like he wasn't aware of her feelings for him all these years. He just chose to ignore them. He felt he would never be able to live up to her expectations. He enjoyed the chase, the light flirting, but never took any of it seriously. Somewhere deep down, he had accepted nothing was ever going to happen between them.

He sighed again. He could have acted so differently that night. He was ashamed that he let himself succumb to his viciousness. He never thought she could bring out that side of him, but she did. That evening, when she had slapped him, he had boiled with anger. When he had restrained her, he hadn't intended to harm her. When he had moved closer to her, he was just toying with her, mocking the kind of anger that he knew would scare her. But the shift in her ki that evening was so... pure...so innocent, he couldn't keep himself steady. His head spun and he gave in to a side of him that he had always kept at bay around her. Of course he didn't mean what he said to her. He was just trying to cover up his need for her. And in doing so, he had given birth to something awful, something mixed with an inexplicable anger towards her and his need to make her his.

Lost in thought, he didn't realise when Charlotte had opened the door of the balcony. Her hair was braided and tied into a neat bun. She was wearing a shear nightgown. The cold wind gave her goosebumps and the moonlight shone bright in her eyes. She looked stunning and Yami wanted to ravage her right there and then. His entire being ached. He had gotten a taste once but that wasn't even close to what he wanted from her. But he made sure that his eyes didn't drop to her perfect curves or her supple breasts or her shapely legs that he had imagined wrapped around him countless number of times. He didn't look anywhere else except for her face. He felt it was a necessary sign of respect after what he had done the other night.

“What are you doing here, Yami Taicho?"

Her use of the honorific "Taicho" hurt him. She was verbalizing the distance between them. She glared at him, waiting for an answer. Her eyebrows high and and perfectly shaped for him to kiss.

“Just dropped by to say hi. We haven't talked since our little adventure, you know." He immediately regretted making light of the situation. Charlotte gave away nothing, her expression plain and indifferent. But she grinded her teeth ever so slightly and Yami noticed.

“If there's something urgent regarding a mission, then please come straight to the point, kaicho. Otherwise, leave."

Yami remained still. He tried to tap into her Ki to understand what she was feeling. He felt nothing. Just a vast expanse of nothingness. Overcome with regret and guilt, he lit a cigarette and settled in the chair on the balcony.

“Why don't you go back inside? Let me finish my cigarette first and then I'll leave. It'll be like I never came, Princess.” He said princess in his same old mocking way, hoping to bring a sense of familiarity in this cold conversation.

"Oh, but you did! You're here! You're a disrespectful coward who doesn't deserve my time, love, or friendship. Get off my balcony."

Yami looked deep into her eyes but said nothing, nor did he move. Her eyes spoke loud enough for both of them.

After a moment of collecting herself, Charlotte calmly said, “You know, Yami Taicho, a man ceases to be a man when he doesn't realise or acknowledge when he needs to apologise. Good night.”

With this, she turned around, ready to go back in the room. But she felt Yami's firm hand around her arm. She pulled back in vain. She kept fighting but his grip was too strong. She managed to get a few scratches on his face. He pushed her inside and finally, in a broken voice said, "Calm down, princess. Please."

“Let me go, you bastard.”

“Charlotte, please. I am sorry. I am sorry for what happened that night. Let me make it up to you.”

Taken aback by the way her name rolled in his mouth, Charlotte stopped struggling. He had never called her by her name. It was always a mocking "Princess".

"Please." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers.

If ever she saw a broken man, it was Yami in this moment. She couldn't put together the Yami of tonight with the Yami she saw 3 weeks back. Tonight, there was a crack in him out of which a subtle softness leaked; she had never seen or felt it before.

She sighed. Yami let go of her hands and flicked his cigarette in a bowl on her nightstand. He then held her face with such tenderness that she forgot where she was, what she was, or what had happened between them. His thumb caressed her eyebrows and eventually her parted lips. His left hand deftly opened her braided hair, moved to her lower back, and pressed her entire body against his. She gasped slightly, his warmth covering her entire being. His right hand remained on the side of her face, continuously caressing her lips and eyes in slow and small cirlces.

Charlotte suddenly pushed back and spoke in a broken voice, “I won't be able to stand it another time. Please. I didn't deserve whatever you did to me last time and I don't deserve whatever you're planning to do now. I won't let you make a fool out of me twice. Leave.”

Unfazed, Yami moved closer to her, picked her up in his arms, and gently laid her down on her bed. She closed her eyes so she could hold back her tears. Hovering over her, his hands still under her lower back and head, he spoke slowly but with intention, “You're right. You didn't deserve what I did to you last time. But you do deserve to be loved. Fuck love, you deserve to be worshipped. And you shouldn't stop a devotee like me, Princess. Not tonight.”

She was dumbstruck at his words. Even his gentleness was laced with brutishness. She didn't know how to react to what he had just said.

On top of her in an instant, he opened the loosely tied string of her nightgown in a swift movement. He looked at her nakedness. She was truly shaped like a goddess. She never used any fragrance and he inhaled the pure and raw heat emanating from her. She smelt like wet earth. He couldn't wait to lick the folds of her soft belly or her breasts that were perfectly sized for his large hands. He saw tears rolling down her cheeks and he broke. A soft whimper escaped her lips and then everything went still and quiet for a moment.

She shivered from the cold wind. And, from the anticipation of what might be coming. When she opened her eyes, he was nowhere to be seen. She perched her neck to look for him and felt a flutter of a kiss on her right toe. Embarrassed, she shrieked and pulled her legs to her chest, “What are you doing?!”

Yami caught her feet in his hands, and brought them back where they were. “Shhh, princess. Just lie back and let me make it up to you, please.”

Charlotte, uncomfortable at first, finally gave in. He started again, kissing each of her toes gently. He made his way up, kissing and nibbling at her ankles, her calves, and the back of her knees. After each kiss, his hands strongly caressed the part of her legs he had kissed. As he moved up, his face came closer to her heat. He licked all over her thighs, their back, their sides, the insides. He nibbled at the soft skin of her inner thighs. He could feel her moving her hips towards him. She was getting impatient already. He kept kissing her legs till there was nowhere left to kiss. Her legs glistened in the moonlight with the moistness of his kisses.

He moved up and Charlotte put her hands on his shoulders. She didn't know when he had removed his clothes. Yami had only reached her hips and his hair tickled her belly. He was taking his own sweet time, loving every inch of her body that he had refused to even touch last time. He chuckled at how hard it had been to not touch a beauty so real and close. He glided his tongue in the crevices where her waist met her legs, right next to her clit, and around her belly button. He bit the sides of her waist and softly kissed the bite marks. Charlotte was moving with Yami. She shuddered at each kiss, moaned at each bite, and gasped when Yami's rough hands stroked the definition of her body. He licked the skin under her breasts and made his way upwards to her hardened nipples, leaving behind a trail of his saliva. He took a nipple in his mouth and fluttered his tongue on it to make it harder before he started sucking on it. He groaned deep into her skin. Charlotte was panting, moving as much as she could, and his groans built up a tension in her stomach that she couldn't ignore anymore. She moved her hips up, and his cock brushed against her clit. Both of them gasped loudly.

"Please, princess, be patient. I'm not done yet,” whispered Yami as he removed a strand of hair from her face and positioned himself so she couldn't move her legs or hips.

His hand fondled her other breast, gently pinching her nipple so she would make that deep but small sound he loved. He moved to suck on the other nipple, and cupped the other breast so it wouldn't lose the warmth of his mouth. From there, he moved to kissing and licking her shoulders, all the way to her fingers. He kissed the inside of her elbows, and nibbled at her wrist. He sucked each of her fingers and kissed the inside of her palms and her knuckles.

Charlotte had never been loved like this. He was kissing her in places she didn't know could be loved. The tension in her belly had spread its wings and she wanted to wrap her legs around him. But he had made sure to pin her legs down with his, making it difficult for her to move. She tried moving her hand to her clit, now throbbing and aching so much she could feel it in her lower back, but he grabbed hold of it before she could touch herself and restrained her, again. But this time, he was so gentle it felt like he was treating her as one would treat a flower.

“You know I can break free whenever I want, right?”

“Hmm. But don't.”

He had just begun working her neck now. With one hand restraining her wrists above her head, and the other hand in her hair, he began to wet her neck with his tongue. It was as if he was trying to absorb her, learn her curves, her corners. His stubble scratched her neck lightly and goosebumps bloomed everywhere on her skin.

"Yami, please. I can't take this anymore."

"I can't either. I can't take how beautiful you are. How pure and innocent you are. How you move with me, under me, beside me. How you gasp every fucking time the tip of my tongue touches your skin. How you moan my name so deeply; all of me comes out howling and at your service. How your body responds to my hands, all of this shuddering and quivering is driving me insane. I want to take you, make you mine, mark you as mine. This is my worship. Do you approve, princess? I think you do. Your body speaks to me in ways you can't fathom. You're only my goddess and I must be your only devotee. It boils my blood if anyone so much as looks at you.”

He said all of this in the lowest, softest whisper possible and between kisses and licks and nibbles and bites on her neck. He paused and looked directly into her eyes now.

“I can stand anything except being away from you. The last 3 weeks have been hellish. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry for hurting you. I'll never forgive myself for hurting the most precious part of myself. But I hope, one day, you will.”

Charlotte was lost for words. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Yami licked them clean. He kissed her eyes, and then finally, her lips. He smelt of cigarettes. But there was hint of the raw smell of his skin that Charlotte found irresistible. Beneath the cloud of smoke he smelt salty and fresh like the sea.

Yami was careful not to be too harsh as he kissed her lips. He was afraid years of pent up feelings would make him bite her, or shove his tongue in her mouth too hard. So he pecked her sweetly and fluttered his tongue inside her mouth every now and then. But Charlotte bit his lips hard, licked them, and then nibbled at his entire jawline. He stayed still and swallowed. She was kissing him as if this was the last time she would see him. Her greed for his touch was laid out in plain sight. His entire body, hell, his entire being lit up. He let go of her hands and it took her less than a second to pull him down towards her. But Yami made sure to be on his knees still, for fear that his cock would touch her too soon.

Charlotte found a comfort in the weight of his chest crushing her. She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to move her legs so she could pull down all of him towards her, not an inch of distance between them. But Yami wasn't having any of that. He kissed her lips again. Then, he bit her chin lightly and sucked her flesh all the way down to her navel, where he stopped to see her breasts perked up and her face thrown back. Her hands were now out of his hair and cupping her own breasts.

Yami continued sucking and licking till he reached exactly where Charlotte wanted him. His large, warm hands spread her legs wider, and he bent down to cover her plump mound in kisses and suckles. She was moving her hips relentlessly now, hoping to have Yami's lips touch her clit, even if accidentally.

“Please, just once. Please, please, I can't stand it anymore. It hurts to have you so close and yet so far.”

Yami smiled against her inner thigh, spread her lips apart with his hands, and suddenly stuck his thick and wet tongue inside her. Charlotte's eyes flew opened, her eyeballs rolled back, and she moaned his name, long and deep. He moved his tongue in and out of her ever so slowly, teasing her even after all of this madness. His breath on her clit was still the closest he got. When his lips and chin were completely coated in her wetness he moved his face away. Thick strands of her wetness hung between his lips and hers, glinting in the moonlight. He stuck out his tongue again, and started a long hard lick from her soft, throbbing slit all the way up to her swollen clit. Charlotte screamed, her back arched, her toes curled. It was too much for her. She sat up and held Yami's head as his tongue finally fluttered against her clit. She moved her hips with Yami's tongue and Yami lost all sense of control. Her smell, her warmth, her need, her taste, her hands in his hair, everything made Yami lose his mind. He dug his fingers in her waist and suckled at her clit till her groans became moans, till her moans became screams, till her quivering legs together had his head buried between them.

When Yami finally looked up, Charlotte was already so spent that she lay back with a thud. Yami looked at her, taking in her body, her face, her breasts, her hair splayed all over the pillow, everything about her. His mouth was wet and sticky and he was licking his lips as he bore his eyes into her. She covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe how easily she'd given in to him.

“Don't look at me, please. I am so...”

Yami shut her up with a kiss and Charlotte gave in, again. While he kissed her, he caressed her face with both his hands. His familiar weight, scent, and texture seemed to comfort her even more than before. She ran her hands all over his well-defined back, arms, and chest. Charlotte was getting braver and bolder with each passing second and Yami wanted to be owned by her. She pinched his fleshy bum and laughed out loud in between the kiss. Yami was taken aback at first but he joined her in her laughter.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him closer, and gripped his moist, warm, and hard cock with her right hand. Her touch made Yami collapse and bury his face in her neck. He bit down on her flesh so hard that Charlotte let out a little wail. The tip of his cock touched her ever-growing wetness, and Yami moved slightly to enter her but didn't go all the way in. She was slick with his saliva and her cum. He started moving slowly, only giving her the tip of his cock. It was getting unbearable for him to keep toying with her. He wanted, so badly, to just fuck her deep and hard but he wanted this to last for as long as possible.

He maintained a steady rhythm as Charlotte slowly bloomed and eased around him. Moaning his name as she held his shoulders and wanting more of him, Charlotte moved her hips to meet him halfway. When he stopped, Charlotte growled and dug her fingernails into his shoulder. He started moving again.

"Yami, please," whispered Charlotte.

"Hmm?"

"Please."

"Hmm."

In one swift motion, Yami plunged himself deep inside of her, his entire length nestled effortlessly within her soft warmth. He moved in and out of her ever so slowly. Charlotte had lost her voice and all that she could muster were raspy groans and loud gasps. Yami's low gutteral growls were a voice Charlotte still wasn't used to. She found a deep pleasure in his growls, it made the hair on her arms and neck stand in ovation and she could feel her nipples hardening against his chest again. Each time Yami moved, his chest rubbing against her flesh, his arms flexing right next to her face, his hair tickling her neck, his lips constantly kissing all of her, she felt like she was going to burst open. The tenderness with which he moved inside her shocked her, too. To see a beast so feral become so soft for her suddenly made her feel powerful. They moved together, taking their own time. Yami gave her all of him in smooth, steady, and painfully slow thrusts.

Yami hadn't moved his face from her neck and had continued sucking where he had bit her earlier. His hands constantly stroked the sides of her body. Her hands were all over him, digging into his flesh.

“You're so gorgeous," he mumbled.

“Uhun?”

“Hmm.”

“And?”

He chuckled while moving inside her, “And what?"

”What else am I?"

“It's tough to find the right words for you, princess." He unburied his face from her neck, propped himself on his elbows, and kissed her nose.

“Let's..." she let out a slight moan mid-sentence, "...let's start small."

"Yeah? Like how?" He pecked her lips sweetly and smiled at her. What she said next made Yami skip a beat.

"Like if I'm tight enough?"

Yami grunted. He hadn't taken Charlotte for someone who was vocal in bed. She was always so prim and proper. He would go as far as calling her a prude. He felt himself getting slightly harder inside of her and Charlotte clenched tighter around him. And then, she immediately unclenched to tease Yami. She could see Yami's face change as he started moving slightly faster. His left hand was moving behind her head now.

She spoke between moans again, breathing heavily, "Or if I'm wet enough for you, Yami Taicho," and arched her back towards him suggestively, taking him in even deeper.

Charlotte could feel Yami throbbing inside of her. She could tell he was slowly increasing the speed with which he moved in and out of her. Yami, usually very vocal in bed and used to ordering around in crass language, was at loss for words. This was too unexpected and his heart was racing. This was a woman he loved. Charlotte's candidness woke in him something he didn't understand. He couldn't believe that the strongest woman he had ever known and fought alongside, was asking him something so intimate.

“Yami Taicho, tell me, is my cunt tight enough? Is it slick and wet enough for you to fuck me harder?”

Yami felt his chest tighten. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He struggled to stay put but couldn't. He pulled her hair with a jerk, put his right hand under her right thigh and pushed it up so her knee touched her breast. Spread even wider, Charlotte could feel Yami's urgency. He shifted gears from loving her to fucking her so quickly that Charlotte covered her mouth with her hands so she wouldn't be too loud. There was no stopping him anymore. She bit her lip and a ringing laughter birthed itself out of her plump lips. Her moans were getting longer, getting punctuated with deeper sighs.

"Oh, Taicho, I've touched myself so many times thinking about you fucking me till I cum all over you" she teased and breathed heavily. Her face glowed with Yami's and her own sweat.

Yami suddenly pulled out, and a guttural cry emerged out of Charlotte. Before she could understand what's happening, Yami had flipped her around. His left hand pinched her left nipple so hard, Charlotte cried out. He pulled her hair back with his right hand and bit her jaw and kissed her lips with an urgency he had kept at bay till now. He then let her breast go and thrust his cock inside of her, and started fucking her relentlessly. Charlotte couldn't catch her breath in time and her eyes rolled back. His arm snaked around her waist and he started rubbing her clit. He felt her legs shivering, giving away.

“Hard enough?"

She couldn't say anything and nodded as she tried to steady herself.

“Rub your clit while I fuck you, Charlotte." He bit her shoulder and stroked her waist roughly. A deep flush rose in her cheek. She was surprised at how shy she suddenly felt. Still not used to him saying her name, Charlotte felt herself clenching tighter around him. When she didn't move her hands, Yami pulled her hair harder and growled, “Rub it," and guided her hand towards her clit. With his hand on top of hers as she rubbed herself deep and hard into another orgasm, Charlotte came all around Yami. Yami felt the slickness and warmth spreading all around his balls and her thighs. The sounds of his groin and balls slapping against her hips and mound got louder and louder. Yami put three fingers deep inside her mouth, and with the other hand he began punctuating her pants with loud slaps on her plump hips. With every spank, Charlotte seemed to push back into him harder.

“Now slap it, Charlotte, slap it when I spank you.”

Charlotte couldn't believe the intimacy between them. So effortless. She slapped her clit hard and felt herself gushing around him again. She didn't think she could cum again so soon. She began slapping her clit as he spanked her ass and with each slap, she moaned Yami's name so loud that Yami had to cover her mouth with his hand. He was scared the other members of Blue Rose might hear her.

Spent and tired, Charlotte tried to reach for Yami's balls. She tried to cup the plump warmth with her hand but Yami was moving so fast inside her that she couldn't grab a hold of them. When she finally did, Yami gasped and plunged into Charlotte hard and deep and came. She felt him spread his heat inside of her in quick successions. He moved in short and slow thrusts as he came. His fingers dug in the flesh of her hips hard and a deep grunt mixed with a moan escaped his lips.

They collapsed beside each other, panting and gasping. Yami put his hand between her legs, cupped their cum and stuck his fingers in Charlotte's mouth. She stared deep into his eyes as she licked his hand clean. Eager, she sat on top of him, caressed herself and rubbed their cum all over her waist and breasts. Yami's cock, limp and spent, throbbed again when he saw what Charlotte was doing. He held her waist and brought her closer to his face and lazily licked her swollen clit, still warm and sticky with their cum. Charlotte was too sensitive and as her legs were beginning to tighten around Yami's head, he came up to lick her moist belly and breasts. He laid her down beside him, and continued to kiss where he had licked her earlier. He didn't realise when she fell asleep from exhaustion, cradled in his arms. He smiled and let her be. With her right leg hugging his waist and her head on his arm, Yami traced light circles on her thigh, deep in thought, till he fell asleep.

//

When the mellow early morning sunlight hit, Yami woke up. He looked at Charlotte, breathing softly against his chest. Her hair were tangled and spread all over his left arm. He kissed her forehead, slowly recovered his arm from under her head, and got out of bed. He freshened up and came out to see Charlotte sitting up in bed. She was glowing. Her perfect body was bruised lilac all over and she wore the bruises proudly. She looked at Yami, a hint of a shy smile playing on her lips.

Yami leaned against the doorframe of the washroom and folded his hands. She walked over to him, naked and stunning. Yami skipped a beat and his eyes looked hungry still.

“Oii oii, princess, you should wear something. Are you trying to seduce me?”

He put her hair behind her ears, put a hand on her lower back, and kissed her nose. Charlotte squirmed when the cool leather pants touched her.

“See you around... my queen.” He kissed her jaw sweetly and started to leave. Charlotte grabbed his arm and Yami raised his eyebrows.

”I have to leave, I'm going to be late for a mission."

“I love you, Yami."

Yami's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He picked her up, spun her around, and then both of them collapsed on the bed. He burrowed his face in her neck. Charlotte laughed out loud, his stubble was tickling her neck and his hands were stroking her body. She loved how she had just gotten to see another side of Yami; a playful, childlike side. In just one night he had opened up like a soft flower before her and she wanted all of him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, in between laughs.

“I thought you were never going to say it.”

“I love you, Yami."

“I love you, my queen.”

She laughed beautifully and then pushed Yami away, ”Now get going. You'll get super late!”

Yami grabbed her waist and burrowed his head in her breasts.

“I'm sure Asta can handle the mission."

[shadowsfascination]

Shadamy oneshot| Free me of myself

Trigger Warning: see end notes.

The warmth of heavy breaths against a thick, wide and curved, cold window briefly stuck on the glass. The repeating cycle of condense licking the glass like soot to the window pane of a wood stove to evaporate as quickly as it had appeared was mesmerizing in a strange way. Then again: this entire scenery was.

From the sharp contrast of the cool metal floors and walls with their blue and greenish tones to the warmth and fierce illumination from the sun onto the planets. From the horrifying atmosphere inside with haunting memories clinging to his throat to the breath-taking spectacle outside.

Both aspects took his breath away and both endeavoured swallowing him inside their mighty-strong vibes, consuming him and lift him out of his body. Although their tones couldn’t be further away from one another, either of them had a traction so strong it reminded him of an approaching tsunami. One that’s still building up its’ devastating fortitude before it’d curl over him and swill away everything on its’ path.

This place was one of the very few things capable of leaving him frozen. Every time he came here it happened. And yet he kept coming back. He had to. Felt obligated to. Wanted to. Yes, a part of him longed to be swallowed entirely by the darkness and relive the events that haunted him to this very day. The feeling grew on him particularly around this time of the year.

Overcome by a returning urge to pay off his debts and right his mistakes, being plagued by this gruesome guilt felt like it needed to be done. It was the only darn thing he could do; be here and endure all of it; the depression, agony, indignance, failure, grief and self-loath. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

If only it were useful. If only it could bring you back.

But it wasn’t and it would never change being like this, for she was gone- forever. It left Shadow to be standing lifeless on the ARK. His open palms pressed against the glass while all he could do was breathe in and out again, eyeing the condense on the window. The sensation of the cold glass against his hands was the only thing keeping him grounded by now.

Every year when he paid this cursed place a visit it he heard her voice just when he was on the edge of giving in to the menacing shadows that tainted his past. As bright, gentle and hopeful as no other, the sweetness of her voice invited him to step out of the shadows, into a shower of light. With a single effort she freed him of the relentlessness he felt towards himself, blaming himself for her death.

But not this year.

There only was the mundane silence that was usual for this place. An insecure frown curved his brow and he squinted his eyes when he shifted his glance towards the light of the sun. The view on the planet of fire, when seen from the colony, was accompanied by many halo’s, each of them reflecting the constantly changing spectrum of colours upon the rays of light. They seemed capable of catching you and dragging you into space if you stared into them for too long.

With a dull glance in his crimson orbs, Shadow gazed out the very window Maria and he frequently had watched the blue planet, always dreaming of the day they’d set foot on it together. A renewed sadness whirled inside him, churning his stomach to the point where it nauseated him and clenched his open palms into fists.

He hoped to feel her presence here. He desperately longed for it; the one that always changed the hurricane whirling inside him on the day of her death into a much gentler breeze. Every year since he had awakened he came here and every year he’d felt something of her, something that allowed him to carry on. On an unconscious note his friend, while having passed a long time ago, still had the capacities to change his mind. There were only few he could give credit to when it came to that.

Have you… forsaken me, Maria?

Shadow’s pulse accelerated to a crazy high pace, even for the ultimate lifeform and he sank down to his knees. While his heart thumped against the insides of his chest so fast it felt like it would burst through, he cried. The thought of his first friend rejecting him even after she passed literally just hurt so bad! The pain cramped his chest together and he struggled to breath.

Sudden acoustics, her voice without doubt, called out to him on the abandoned colony, a whisper with the impact of a scream.

‘Shadow, it’s time for you to let go of me.’

“You’re wrong! I will always keep remembering you! It’s the only thing I can do…”

He pictured her bright blue eyes and friendly smile in front of him. Tightening every muscle in his body he forcefully attempted to transfer image of her into a physical presence, into reality. The line between his messed up mind, memories, wishes, dreams and reality grew thinner by the minute. He was almost certain she was here, almost able to see her. Almost.  If only he tried a little harder.

‘It’s time you stop blaming yourself, Shadow. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, let go of the past for there’s others who need your help now. You will only imprison yourself if you keep looking for me and my sacrifice will be left in vain. Remember why you were created Shadow. It’s the key to your freedom.’

The voice slowly extinguished, dying out into the darkness to be replaced by a suppressed, wheezy howl. Shadows’ cries were abruptly disturbed by an extremely loud bang elsewhere on the colony, a crash that shook the ARK in a rough way. Normally the alarm would have sound, but Shadow had turned off the electricity. He did that sometimes when he felt gloomy, feeling it added to his mood.

After wiping his tearstained face he rose and turned towards the elevator, prepared for anything and nothing all at once. He was NOT in the mood to fight. Still, there were a lot of strong, negative emotions to fuel his strength. Even so, his mentally unstable state of mind switched between the urge to conquer any opponent and the thought of willingly getting killed. They battled for precedence inside him and he was unsure which one would win.

“Sweet Chaos! Shadow!?!”

The black and red striped hedgehog couldn’t decide which of their faces looked more awestruck when they regarded each other; Amy’s or his own. He flinched and stiffened up when she took a few steps towards him, the sound of the heals of her boots clanking on the metal floors. She noticed and didn’t pursue, trying to lock her eyes with him, but his gaze went right through her. Eventually he turned around walked up to the window again, wishing to escape both her presence around and gaze upon him. Amy followed his lead and joined his stargazing.

Ever since Shadow and she became more acquainted with one another, they discovered they were quite compatible as friends and hung out more often. The two hedgehogs appreciated the other’s pureness, call it a rawness if you will. He respected her and accepted her for who she was; the good, bad and the ugly. Amy’s assertiveness, strength and straight-forward attitude were highly valued by Shadow. Even though his confidence barely ever seemed to be shaken, it was clear that was the occasion tonight. Shadow heaved a sigh.

“Tell me how you got here.” He finally said.

“Hey, if Knuckles can fly a rocket here, I figured I could too. So, I broke into one of Eggman’s old bases and took the liberty of borrowing one.”

Shadow rolled his eyes on her.

“You’re crazy, you know that? You could’ve gotten hurt with no one around to save you.”

“I made it, all right?! I’m more concerned about you right now.”

His bloodshot, red eyes met her emerald ones for a moment and then the moment was gone.

“I’m fine. Just wished you hadn’t come up here.”

“Shadow, I’m worried about you! I know what today is…”

“I said I didn’t wanna hang out tonight. HECK, I EXPLICITLY told you I wanted to be alone tonight. And yet here you are, forcing yourself on me when I asked you not to. Ever heard of boundaries?”

“Fine, I’ll leave if you want me to.”

“No, you’re staying now. I can’t have peace of mind when I know your safety might be compromised when flying a rocket back to the planet on your own.”

“You’re saying you had peace of mind before I came here? I’m not stupid, okay?”

“I wasn’t. That’s why I wanted to be alone. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Well it does now, since you’re making me stay.”

He shrugged and shifted his gaze back to the countless stars in the never-ending shades of different blue’s that coloured the heavens. Shutting himself off from Amy and the ARK, his heart ached for a hint of Maria out there. Even if it were a last goodbye, but the closest thing he could find was the disapproval his childhood friend would’ve had regarding his rude attitude towards his friend now.

“Does her presence still linger around this place?” Amy dared ask after a long silence.

“It used to, at least on this day.”

“It doesn’t anymore?”

“She… told me to move on, let go of her. Or at least that’s what entered my mind when I sought her.”

 Normally Shadow would have hesitated to tell anyone about any of this, feeling it didn’t go with his down-to-earth attitude. Amy was the exception on this to him. She strongly believed in a connection between the visible and the invisible so he need not to fear being laughed at. He figured she’d be able to understand the visions he’d had of Maria and how he’d heard her voice.

“Anything else?” She asked like it was any other ordinary topic.

“That I should stop blaming myself. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I want to. It’s the last thing I have of her.”

“What is?”

“The guilt I can cast upon myself.”

“Shadow…”

Amy’s eyed filled with a compassionate sadness. She reached out to him to rest a hand on his shoulder. When he did not protest, she stepped in and carefully enclosed him from behind in a warm embrace.

It puzzled her that Shadow usually wasn’t fond of physical contact and yet this was the second time she hugged him like this. The first time was on Prison Island, when silly 12-year old her had mistaken him for Sonic. He never showed a sign of discomfort or tried to shake her off. They stood there for a while, his arms hanging limp along his numb body.

“Maria’s right.” Amy said. “It’s long time for you to let go of that guilt. You’re not to blame for anything that happened here.”

“I’m the reason why they flew up here to shut down the facility. I’m the reason she’s dead.”

“No, G.U.N. is. They’re the ones who conducted these crimes. Their terrible policy and way of handling the situation is the reason she’s dead. There’s no excuse for the way they misinterpreted and poorly handled the situation. There’s no excuse, no explanation good enough for killing the people up here the way they did. And…”

Amy bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment.

“I don’t know if you’ll agree with me, but Maria chose to free you. She might’ve been able to save both of you or herself instead.”

“Are you saying it’s her fault for getting shot?” Shadow sneered at her.

“I’m not. Just saying she did what she did and with that she left you no choice. You can’t be guilty for something you had no hold on. It was out of your control. She freed you because she knew the reason behind your creation. She knew your potential, Shadow. It was her choice, not yours. There’s no point in punishing yourself now.”

She hugged him tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. With Amy’s words still echoing on in his head, a vague, translucent image was drawn before his eyes. Maria. Shadow wondered if it was a figment of his imagination and whether Amy was able to see her too. The blonde girl smiled a serene smile of hope and reached out to him, covering his hands in hers. A pleasant tingling radiated from them, reassuring him that his pink friend was right.

Maria regarded Amy for a second and gave her a warm smile. Then the blue of her eyes and the dress she always wore faded into the darker blue of the starry skies, leaving them behind. It was just Shadow and Amy now. She still held him and he let her.

“Did you see…?”

“I did. I saw her too.”

Shadow now freed himself of her embrace to face her. The storm clouds that were reflected in his eyes before had vanished. With a new peace of mind, the kind he’d never experienced before, he cleared his throat.

“Bless you for being such a stubborn, persistent soul, Amy Rose.”

“No biggie, we’re friends. I got your back and I’m sure you’ve got mine.”

He gave her a single, yet assuring nod.

“Let’s leave this place. Whadd’ya say?”

“I wanna fly the rocket. I think I really got the hang of it!”

“You seriously expect me to believe that after the ever-so-graceful landing you performed here earlier?”

 “Hey- …I!- That was a rough patch, okay?!”

 “Understatement! You almost shook the ARK out of its’ orbit. I bet you wrecked the place.”

Shadow cocked a brow at her before giving her a playful push. She snorted when she eyed him. Amusement sparkled in his eyes at the thought what the heck of a ride it must have been on that rocket, giving her awful piloting skills. It was another ridiculous outcome of her impulsive nature. The two burst into laughter, their cackling echoing on throughout the colony.

With Amy already in his arms to warp them back home Chaos Control-style, he glanced back at the window. The translucent vision of his childhood friend respawned again. He felt this was their final parting and for the first time, he’d made his peace with that. She waved them goodbye before dissolving into the background, sending off millions of stars into a meteor shower. Her calm, gentle voice resounded throughout the universe for the last time:

 Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog.

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Trigger Warning [SPOILERS?!]: - suggestive suicidal thought (No actual suicide or attempt) - mental struggles (trauma, grief, losing touch of reality, feelings of desperation, depression, anxiety) - eventual happy ending > Please message me if you think I need to adjust something in the TW. First time using it. Better safe than sorry (:

If you’re struggling with mental health problems or suicidal thoughts or even plans: seek help! Even if it seems useless to you and I imagine it will. There’s lines you can call and people out there who will listen to you. Google them in the area where you live. I know it’s a good starting point to get help.  

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Notes

I wanted to do a short story on Shadow’s and Amy’s friendship and how she’ll help him cope with the loss of Maria. I believe that Amy’s headstrong, yet endearing sweet personality allows her to change Shadow’s mind sometimes like we have seen in SA2 before.

[fanficshiddles]

Sweet Revenge, One shot

Loki is being subjected to some edging torture to try and get information out of him. But the poor OC doesn’t realise he has been playing her all along. Biding his time to break free and give her a taste of her own medicine, only much worse.

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con. Dom!Loki. Teasing, edging, orgasm denial, forced oral.

 She swallowed hard when she walked into the basement and saw the angry Asgardian/Jotun chained to the wall at the opposite side.

She didn’t particularly like doing what she was doing, but she had no other option. Her boss would have her head if she didn’t get the information out of him that they needed. But the ways in which she was torturing him to get said information was not the most ethical of ways. But she was good at it.

Slowly making her way over, she tried to put on a brave face. He tugged at his chains, snarling at her. He was still in his Asgardian armour, but the flap on his leather trousers was open and his cock was sticking out. Still rock hard from her teasing earlier.

She couldn’t deny he was an absolutely gorgeous specimen. And she had had to deal with rather ugly subjects in the past. So having Loki to work with was a much nicer change of pace.

He was sweating still, panting between his snarls at her. She was impressed so far with how much teasing and edging he had been able to take without telling her the information she needed. In-fact, he had barely said anything since he arrived seventeen hours ago.

Trying not to stare too much at his rather monstrous looking cock, throbbing and in desperate need of some attention… She grabbed the bottle of lube and silicone fleshlight. But as she turned back to him, she could see the desperation in his eyes.

Biting her lower lip, she decided to try something different. Thinking that perhaps, the more intimate use of her bare hands would maybe make him talk quicker.

‘Still not ready to talk?’ She asked as she squirted some lube onto her hands and put the fleshlight back down again.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her, mouth parted. But he didn’t utter a single word. Though he looked absolutely furious.

Rubbing her hands together, she moved in closer to him. She was glad he was chained up, he was incredibly strong looking. Especially in comparison to herself. If he got free, she would have no chance that was for sure. Her boss had left for the night too now, so she wouldn’t even have any back up.

But she wasn’t worried. The chains were on and he was going nowhere.

‘I could do this for days, weeks even if need be.’ She took a firm grip of Loki’s cock, he twitched and groaned as she slid her hand down his shaft. ‘It would be much easier if you just told me what I needed to know.’

She tried not to enjoy the way he felt in her hands. Or the panting and grunting that came from above her while she focused on his cock. She was careful not to give him too much stimulation, she didn’t want him to cum. It would ruin everything.

‘If you tell me, I will make you cum. I will even use my mouth, if you want.’ She tried, glancing up at him.

His nostrils were flaring and his jaw was clenched. But he still said nothing. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment when she rubbed her thumb over the tip of him. But then she suddenly stopped and took a few steps backwards.

‘You are making this so difficult for yourself.’ She sighed and went to the other side of the room, picking up a journal she flipped it open and wrote down an update. Everything that happened in the basement had to be recorded.

Her ears perked when she heard a dark chuckle coming from behind her. It was the first noise she had heard from him that wasn’t whimpers or moans.

‘I think you’ll find, it’s about to become difficult for you.’ He purred, sounding so much closer to her than he should be. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end at his deliciously sinful voice.

She spun around and panicked when he was right there, on front of her, out of his chains. The anger and desperation no longer on his face, instead it was full of mischief, hunger and darkness. Before she could comprehend the situation and do anything, his large hand was wrapped around her neck and she was forced back against the wall, above the ground.

She coughed and spluttered as she tried clawing at his forearm and kicking out at him. He tightened his grip and chuckled wickedly.

Leaning in, he ran the tip of his nose up her cheek and smirked as he saw the life starting to drain from her eyes from lack of oxygen.

‘Oh, cat got your tongue now?’ He chuckled.

To her relief, he loosened his grip around her neck and lowered her down so her feet was firmly back on the floor. But he still kept a hold of her, pinning her to the wall. Her breathing was laboured, he was only allowing her short breaths.

‘Mmm… What to do with you, my little mortal. You thought you could tease and torment me, keeping me chained up in here like some animal. Not only do I have much more stamina than you think, but my powers are beyond what you could even comprehend. No mere chains could keep me restrained.’ He rubbed his thumb up and down the side of her neck while he spoke.

‘P… P… please.’ She whimpered.

‘Ohhh, I think I will rather enjoy hearing you beg.’ He hummed. ‘But I have a better idea.’

He slid his hand down her chest, grabbed her blouse on the way and ripped it clean off her. She cried out and tried pushing against him as he did the same to her bra, tearing it off like it was made of paper. He then clicked his fingers and to her dismay, her trousers and knickers simply vanished into thin air!

She tried covering herself up and attempted to run, but Loki fisted his hand into her hair and yanked her back towards him. He pulled her against his front and clamped his other hand down between her legs, holding her there very firmly.

‘This… Is now mine.’ He growled.

She let out a sob, realising she had no way of getting away from him. She had spent many hours torturing him, thinking he was trapped. But he had been playing her all this time.

And he was certainly going to get his revenge.

‘First. Let’s do what you suggested earlier.’ He let go of her and she attempted to run. Loki just rolled his eyes at her feeble attempt. He grabbed her arm and forced her down onto her knees on front of him.

When she tried to get up again, he pushed her down by her shoulders. She felt a weird tingling around her wrists and they were magically forced behind her back, held in place by his Seidr. No matter how hard she tried to struggle, she wasn’t breaking free of the invisible bonds.

Loki breathed out hard as he looked down at her on her knees, trembling and staring up at him with wide eyes. He slipped his hand back into her hair, taking a tight hold that made her yelp. He moved in closer, so his cock was just inches from her mouth.

‘You will use your mouth to pleasure me. And you will make me cum.’

She opened her mouth, waiting for him to slip into her. But Loki knew her game, he was too smart. He smacked her cheek in warning, hard enough to knock her face to the side. But not hard enough to knock her completely over.

Then he grabbed her cheeks harshly and leaned down to sneer right in her face. ‘You will NOT bite me. Or you will regret it, I promise you that.’

She felt sick, how did he know that was her plan? But she knew that was most definitely a promise she didn’t want him to keep.

Still shaking, she nodded slightly. Knowing there was no other way out of this. She hoped that perhaps once she gave him a blowjob for his release, he would leave her alone and just escape.

Taking control of her head by her hair once more, he forced her down upon his cock. Not giving her any time to get used to him or prepare, he forced himself down her throat, choking her.

‘Take it!’ He snapped, not giving in even when he felt her gagging around him.

She struggled against his Seidr, trying to get her hands free. She couldn’t pull back. All she could do was try to relax her throat, to try and accept him.

Loki made her gag for a while, before pulling out with a pop. She gasped and gulped down air as strings of saliva and pre-cum dribbled from her lips.

‘Now get to work.’ He demanded.

She got herself under control and as he pressed his cock passed her lips again, he allowed her to do the work for a while. She used her tongue to the best of her ability, swirling around him and licking underneath his tip. She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, but not too far down of her own will.

‘Ohhh yes.’ Loki moaned, throwing his head back.

His grip in her hair got tighter and tighter with each minute that passed. He started taking full control again, fucking her mouth roughly. Then, finally, he got his release he had been waiting patiently for.

‘Swallow it. All.’ He forced himself down her throat as he came. She started choking again as she struggled to swallow in time, it was too forceful and fast, a lot dribbled out and down from her chin.

‘Look at the mess you’ve made.’ He pulled out of her mouth and then pushed her down onto the floor. Luckily her breasts took most of the impact, but her face still hit the floor a little harder than she would’ve liked.

‘Clean it up.’ Loki snapped.

She felt so humiliated, used, sore… And he had only fucked her mouth. But she stuck her tongue out and managed to lick his sperm up off the floor, having to move her body like a snake without use of her hands.

Loki folded his arms over his chest and watched with a big grin while she licked the floor. He moved his foot over towards her, into her view. There was some on his boot.

‘And my boot.’

She paused, but she knew better than not to do it. So she closed her eyes and cringed internally as she licked it off.

‘Good girl.’ Loki hummed.

He reached down and gripped her hair, lifting her up to her feet. She swayed as she stood, her legs like jelly. Loki walked her over to the table and bent her over it, making her gasp. She started to plead with him again, begging him to let her go.

Loki put his hand to the back of her neck and held her down firmly. With his free hand, he stroked down her spine and down over her backside.

‘Oh no, pet. I am only getting started with you. I’m going to fuck every hole of yours, over and over.’ He forced his hand between her thighs, stroking her cunt he found her aroused. He slid a finger straight into her with ease, gathering wetness he slipped it out and over her clit, making her mewl and whimper. ‘I will fill you with so much of my cum, I will be dripping out of you for weeks. Or I might make you wear plugs, to keep it all inside.’

She cried out at his words and also at the way his fingers were playing with her so well. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. But his fingers weren’t there for long, he moved behind her and pressed his cock against her entrance instead. With one swift stroke, he forced himself fully into her, making her cry out in shock at the way he filled her right up, forcing her body to accommodate him.

He leaned right down over her, pressing his weight against her back. Her hands crushed between them. She trembled as she felt him twitch inside of her, the size of him hitting every single sweet spot.

‘I’m going to keep you… I’m going to turn you into my own personal fuck doll.’ He pulled his cock back, almost all the way out of her.

His breath tickled against the side of her neck as he nibbled on her earlobe, and then he dropped the final bombshell that made her blood run cold, just as he thrust roughly back in and knocked the wind out of her.

‘And don’t think for one second you are ever going to be allowed to cum again.’

[hieludoboi]

A List of Things I’d Like to do with You (Pt 1/9)

A/n- This was heavily inspired by @afterglowkuroo​ and their Ward One writing! I cried pretty hard but it, along with some of my own life experiences, inspired me to write this little fic

Links to the next two parts- Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/n- Decided to make this a multiple part thing, uhm this was pretty hard to write, kinda cried a bit, also I listened to A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to be while writing this

Summary- Daichi had promised that they would be friends until the end. She was glad they could be.

Pairing- Daich/Fem! Reader

Trigger Warnings- Angsty, sad, depictions of panic attacks, crying, depictions of funerals, conversations of death, major character death, a little depressing, just very sad, I kid of cried while writing it :(

Daichi’s mother had always teased that he would stay by Y/n’s side until the end of time. At 3 years old, Daichi had met the love of his life. He didn’t know it yet, of course, but she was his other half. It seemed like every other day she was getting into trouble, and Daichi always came to her rescue when she did. She was brash, boisterous and always itching to stir up the pot of life, even if just a little bit. 

Most people had found her a nuisance, a bumbling little spark that no one could seem to get control of, but Daichi... Daichi had become infatuated with her. With every word she spoke he could feel the tantalizing tendrils of fire lick at his skin. Anytime she was around he could feel the warmth and light of her being gently brush the side of his face. Some would say that Daichi was Icarus, and y/n was the sun, but he didn’t mind falling if it were at her hands.

The older they became, the more people hoped that Y/n would mellow out and give Daichi a break, but she only seemed to swell more each day with the sweet rippling heat of the sun itself. Anytime she caused trouble, Daichi was trailing behind her, an apologetic smile on his face as he cleaned up after her; and though people pitied him, Daichi couldn’t have been happier. She had found solace in his stable arms, and he had found tender warmth and joy in her teasing smiles. 

Sometimes, when Daichi was awake at 4 in the morning, he would sit in his bed and think about how she was the soulmate he never got to have. He would sit and think about all the chances he had to tell her he loved her, he would sit and think about the countless amount of times they got in trouble before she left. 

When Daichi woke up, the sun had yet to set, the birds were still perched and void of movement. His window was still slightly open from the night before and he could smell the fresh scent of rain and grass dancing among the gentle breezes of wind. For being such a mischievous person Y/n had loved calm and dewy mornings and the smell in the wind just before the sun rose.  

It had only been a few months since her passing, and Daichi had only seen her when they had finally laid Y/n to rest. In some ways, he still couldn’t process the fact that she was gone. He could no longer feel the licking of dangerously tender flames against his skin, he could no longer hear the bite and tease in her voice as she teased him. In some ways, Icarus had lost his sun, Daichi had lost his ambition the day he lost her. 

Leaving some flowers was the least that he could do for her, right? Daichi thought to himself as he pushed himself off of his bed. The floor beneath his bare feet was cold, a shock to the warmth beneath the blankets that she had gifted him one Christmas a few years ago. It was a Christmas that Daichi had remembered well. One where he had once again forgotten to get her a gift while enveloped in his studies. She had insisted it was okay, and to make up for it, he had invited her to a movie night at his house. That night he had held her tightly in his arms, staring at her with such a loving gaze while she happily watched the cheesy movie that played on the screen, its colors reflecting against the gray walls of his living room. Daichi had figured out that night that Y/n was the love of his life. He just wished he would’ve known it would have been one of their last holidays together. 

A bouquet of Lisianthus flowers in his hand, Daichi stood at the entrance of the cemetery, his chest feeling tight, his throat practically collapsing in on itself. Daichi gasped, his knees buckling before he felt the shock of the wet grass against his legs. Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, seeing all the stones and flowers, it made Daichi remember the day of her funeral in almost vivid detail. 

That day, it seemed like the sun was plucked from the sky and carefully put away. As he stood by the casket, the stench or chrysanthemums seemed to plague his nostrils. In that moment, Daichi realized just how much hatred one person could harbor for a single flower. He could hear the stifling stutters of hiccuping cries ringing against thundering pellets of rain. At one point the sermon mixed with the sobs, and the sobs blended in too well with the rain. Grass, rain, flowers, it all combined into a stench that Daichi could never forget. 

He watched as her casket closed, his eyes glazed over in never ending pools of tears. He couldn’t move, as the casket lowered, his body froze. The sun was beginning to set with plans of never rising again. He watched as her family grabbed the wretched yellow and white flowers, holding them to their chests before gently setting them atop her lowering casket. Daichi couldn’t move. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, he wasn’t ready to watch the sun set, he wasn’t ready to see her go. So he stood in silence, tears dripping down his face he stood behind everyone else as they somberly tossed or placed flowers into her grave. Daichi couldn’t watch, and so, as they begin to cover her casket, he looked away, shielding himself from the death of the sun. 

Every time he tried to stand, everytime he tried to make his way towards her grave, his body seemed to shut down. He still wasn’t ready to say goodbye, and he knew that, but he wanted desperately to say hello. He wanted to hear her bright laugh as she recounted the days events. He wanted to hear her turn a mundane Sunday into a studio worthy drama, even if it were just one more time. 

So Daichi stood, on wobbly legs of newborn deer he forced himself to walk to the splotched, wet and gray stone that sat comfortable underneath a grand oak tree. As Daichi approached the stone, he saw a head of gray hair sat atop a black coat and beige scarf. Suga. He had forgotten that she was close with the other third years as well. 

“Hi.” Suga offered Daichi a soft smile with his whispered hello. When Daichi looked at Suga he saw the same hurt in his eyes, the same agony and despair. “Tanaka, Noya, Asahi, and Kiyoko left a little bit ago. I was going to leave too, but she hasn’t told me all of her little escapades and adventures she’s had up in the clouds yet.” As Suga spoke, his voice began to break, his words began to tumble from his lips, breaking off as they went. 

Daichi stared at Suga for a moment or two, the words not registering in his mind before he broke down. Upon seeing Daichi break, Suga broke as well, his tears flowing down his face like they knew nothing else. Daichi no longer felt warm flames, he no longer felt the tender light, in that moment he felt only the beginning droplets of rain and the wails of the chilly wind that seemed to sing the harmony to the sad tunes of his sobs. 

It seemed that all they could do for forty-five minutes was cry. For forty-five minutes, all Daichi felt was the clouds crying, dripping unto him and mixing with his own. When he looked up at her grave, he saw white and yellow chrysanthemums placed in the vases. It made his chest bubble with heat and anger. He couldn’t understand why they were still saying goodbye to her, acting like she was truly gone and couldn’t ever return in any way.

When Suga looked at his friend, he saw a pain he couldn’t describe. It was raw, ugly and broken among other things. Suga had lost a close friend, but Daichi had lost the one person he loved the most in life. Suga could tell just by the look in Daichi’s eyes that he still hadn’t processed that she was gone. His eyes spoke with untold stories, they brimmed over with stories waiting to be told. Escapades waiting to be illustrated. So Suga wiped his tears and gently took a hold of Daichi’s wrists, tugging him softly so he would sit next to him on the grass. 

“I would have loved to hear about her last escapades you know? Her last moments of debauchery.” Suga explained, his eyes focused on the intricately carved stone. Daichi looked up at Suga, his eyes empty and void of light. Their last moments of mischief... 

“There was a list. Eight things, there were eight things she wanted to do. I didn’t know she was ill, I didn’t realize why she wanted to do these things, but she just kept pushing the idea of these last eight things she wanted to do.” Daichi’s lips seemingly quirked up into the slightest hint of a smile at the memory of the list. “We did them in order, eight being something she wanted to try, and 1 being something she absolutely needed to do.” Suga nodded his head at the explanation. Daichi began to get a bit more comfortable on the grass, making sure his legs were stretched and not tucked. 

“What was the first thing you guys did on the list?” Suga asked, a smile creeping onto his face at the sight of the light beginning to creep back into Daichi’s eyes.

“Well, our first escapade of those last 3 months began like this...”

[sunflowersteves]

You Can’t Have Roses Without Thorns || ch. three

summary || Colossus makes you go to a superhero support group. You hate the idea of being in the same room as those lameos until a certain someone shows up late to the meeting. 

author’s note || Imma be honest, reading it again, I kinda don’t like this fic. I like the idea of it but I don’t think my execution was well-done lmao. Luckily, I still have plenty of plans for Nat fics! Hope y’all enjoy, anyway!

Warnings || SMUT!! (If you are not 18+ do not read!), dom!nat, sub!reader, some angst, swearing, mentions of depression, a little bit of jealousy

m.list // chapter one // chapter two

Since around a month ago, Colossus thought it was a good idea for you to move into the X-men mansion. 

You flopped yourself on Colossus’ bed. You were extremely bored. So, you started pestering him as he sat on a chair in the corner, reading. “Heyyyyy Colossus??” “What, Y/N?” “You wanna go drop piss balloons on people?” He turned to you with a bothered expression. “I have so many questions but no.” You whined, “But cmonnnnnn-” “Y/N. I am trying to read. It was so peaceful when you went to the support group. Go there.” You rolled your eyes and flipped him off as you walked out. 

You had stopped going to the support group after your outburst at the cafe. You couldn’t bear to see Nat after what happened. Honestly? You knew you overreacted. Yelling at Nat, in public, over something she can’t control was a low blow. However, you didn’t want to waste her time. You didn’t want her to be immortal with you. That idea fucking terrified you. You were worried that if she became immortal with you as she said, she would later despise you for it. Watching families and friends die-off from old age can be a shit show. It’s the absolute worst.

Your whole life (which is long considering you were born in 1895), you’ve never had anyone just give you their mortal life. Her just dropping it like that scared the living shit out of you. This type of life is not what it’s cracked up to be. And what if she didn’t want you when she became immortal?

You were making a perfect, indescribable, show-stopping, mouth-watering, glorious ham sandwiches when the doorbell rang. “Fuck! I mean, who the hell is at the door? I can’t make my precise loving sandwiches with constant interr-” Your whole body froze as you opened the door. Nat was standing there with a tear-stained face. Something that you thought you would never see. Your stomach dropped. 

Oh-no. She’s vulnerable. Oh-no. Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Your brain is betraying you, how can you think she looks beautiful? There’s some snot running down her nose, her eyes are bloodshot and puffy. Her cheeks are wet from tears and she should look ugly. When people cry, they should look gross and weird. But damn, does she look like the cutest, hottest person in the whole world right now. 

Since you were just staring at her with big ass doe eyes, she let herself in. Both of you stood in silence for a while. She had picked up a tissue and began wiping her nose and eyes. You continued to make your sandwiches as she watched you. That made you hella fucking nervous. Since you were now a fumbling mess, you accidentally dropped the mustard on the floor. She bent down and picked it up, handing it back to you. You squeaked out a thank you and returned back to your cooking.

Nat took the opportunity to talk from your disturbance of the silence. “You know, I don’t get you. I know we don’t really know each other but you act like you are the only one going through shit.” wait… what? She’s not concerned about her offer of mortal life? You turned to her with furrowed eyebrows while she continued. “I can’t sympathize with what you’ve been through and what it’s like to be immortal but don’t act like you’re the only one that has a hard time. I was trained to be a cold-blooded emotionless assassin.” You sighed as you flipped over Colossus’ sandwich on the stove. 

“That’s not why I left you there.” Her eyebrows furrowed with bewilderment. “It isn’t?” You shook your head, turning off the stove and putting Colossus’ sandwich on a plate. “I left because you can’t just throw away your mortality like that to me. It isn’t fair for you. As you said, you were trained to be a killer. Don’t you deserve a break?” She shook her head. 

“But I’m not scared of it as long as I have you! Making that decision is right for me. You can’t just decide that it isn’t. I have that right.”

“But, Nat! I can’t have you to change for me. You’re going to realize that I’m not a good person and find someone else to love. You’re going to regret it! And I can’t-” She completely and utterly shut you up by putting her sweet red lips onto yours. Your lips molded together as she steered you towards the fridge. Your tongues interlocked as your back hit against the fridge. You whimpered when she broke apart your kiss. “You think I’m going to regret being with you? Or find someone else?” 

You nodded, smelling her sweet minty breath as it fanned onto your face. “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to. Why would I be with someone else when I have a perfect pet right here in front of me?” She started to kiss you again. The electricity you were feeling from her touches felt hot and tingled against your skin. Her hands started to roam and ravish the feeling of you. When she reached your ass, she squeezed. You squealed at the sensation. 

She smirked and started to work her way down, nibbling at your skin in the crook of your neck. She growled, “You’re mine. Only. Mine.” You moaned as she licked up and down your neck. Her hands made their way up to your breasts. She started to massage them as she continued her attack on your neck. You stopped her to slide off your shirt and unclasp your bra. She then dipped her head and started to suck on your nipple, twirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. You moaned at the sensation. She then took her other hand and started to twirl your erect nub in between her fingers. “You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N, you know that? I’m just simply playing with your breasts and look at how hot and bothered you look.” 

Your jaw hit the floor as her hand went to cup your heat. “I bet you’re just as wet as ever down there, huh?” Her actions had left you into a whimpering, groaning mess. Her hands just felt so good. As one hand kept messaging your breast, the other started to take down your shorts, only leaving you in your panties. You cried as she stopped massaging, a pout distinguished on your face. “Oh, baby girl, don’t you worry. I’m gonna take care of you.” She stared you down, her eyes dilated with lust. 

She took both of her hands and curled them around your underwear to yank them down slowly. It felt like she took a whole month to finally pull all the way down. You whined as wetness pooled down your legs. “Oh, baby, look at you.” She growled as she swung one of your legs on top of yours to hold you steady. “Your pussy is fucking dripping and it’s all for me.” She slid her fingers down your slit. You moaned, “How can I look at anyone else when your pussy is right here for me?” Her finger lightly rubbed against your clit, leaving you to cry out and whimper. She smirked and lowered her hand, entering you. You gasped and your hand gripped her shoulder. She slowly started to pump her fingers in and out of you. 

Your moans started to get louder and louder, she couldn’t help but moan with you. “Fuck, Y/N, you are ravishing.” Her fingers start getting faster and faster, curling at just the right spot to make you closer to orgasm. She entered a third finger, still increasing her speed. You whimpered when she took her other hand and started This was all getting too much. She could tell you were holding on as long as you could. Her smirk was enchanting.

“Cum. Now.” Oh and you did, hard. Your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut, and your body was twitching at the pleasures you felt. You started to scream her name. “Yes, baby, yell my name.” Her fingers rode you out as all you could say over and over again was ‘Nat.’ She purred in your ear at how good you were for her and how your juices looked so pretty on her fingers. The only thing that consumed your mind was her as your high came down. 

You both stood there, the area around you filled with the sound of you both panting. Her eyes danced around yours, trying to figure out what you were thinking. You opened your mouth to speak but she beat you to it. “How about this, we start to date now-” You opened your mouth again but she put her finger onto your mouth. “Let me finish, baby. We date now and in a few years, if we’re ready to take our relationship to the next level we decide what we want to do. Whether that’s get married first or go straight to being immortal. 

You contemplated for a minute, you were still convinced that she shouldn’t go with this if it means she’ll be immortal, however, it’s her choice and it’s all in the future. You gripped your pinky finger with hers. “Pinky promise?” She giggled at your gesture but nonetheless agreed. She leaned closer to your face and grinned. “Pinky promise.”

You both froze as you heard big metal footsteps. “Uh Colossus-” “Hey, guys I heard some screaming-” You all three screamed at each other and you did your best to cover you and Nat up. Colossus closed his eyes and whined in agony, “All I wanted was my ham sandwich!”

[ladynyctophilia]

Avoiding Red

Part 1 || Part 2

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

Vivienne and I walked past a jewelry store, arms linked, discussing the nothings. It was a calming afternoon in Paris, but the next groan of wind rippled my skirts and left me shivering. Aw. My heart cried for the passing summer season. It was my favorite, but we couldn't ignore the cold any longer. Soon I would have to "purchase" some warmer clothes. I flushed, thinking back to the outfits I had for New York’s winter. I'm pretty sure The Poppy would have kicked me out if I was still in my experimental fashion phase. Growing up in Florida, we rarely had to think about winter or autumn apparel because of HEAT. Colder seasons were not my thing. I remembered that when I first arrived in Paris, Nikolai had been so hard on me for wearing my floral skirt and denim jacket. I smirked, glancing down at it. 

Ha. That didn't stop me from wearing it. 

So I knew he wouldn't approve of whatever "American" crimes of fashion I had planned to wear next season. But I was more than confident that Vivienne had already picked out my autumn wardrobe mentally.

"Oh!" I gasped as Vivienne yanked on my arm, pulling me out of harm's way.

"Darling," Vivienne whispered, brushing her toxic lips against my temple. "You know I love that far away look in your eyes…but not here," she kisses my cheek, "too many people."

"Sorry," I flushed, embarrassed, blinking away the dreaminess from my eyes as I took in our new surroundings. It was older, a much more rustic part of Paris. Huh. I didn't recognize where we were. Must have been one of Vivienne's scenic routes. Regardless, I took the opportunity to melt into Vivienne further. How was she so warm? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop a pleased sigh from escaping my lips. Vivienne raised a brow at the noise, but said nothing, allowing me to cling to her with a huff. She ALWAYS tried to make things more dramatic than they were, but I caught the glimpse of an amused smile before she hid it.

"Will I be carrying you back as well?" Vivienne huffed with laughter. I squeaked, fighting off a laugh as she pinched my bottom with a playfulness that I only got to see. It meant the world to me. Truly. How many people got to see this side of Vivienne? I always cherished whatever she gave. ME. Of all people. Teenage Rozario would have flipped! But in all honesty, teenage Rozario would have probably died from Vivienne’s domme energy. 

"Any excuse to be closer to you," I muttered, purposefully breathless as I connected my eyes with hers, open and yearning. The bottom in me immediately panicked. 

Oh shit. What have I done? 

My eyes darted around nervously from person to person in the surrounding crowd.

We are in public. 

Taking in the loudness of my sudden desire, the click of her heels went offbeat. After a few tense seconds, she then stopped and faced me, forcing the half annoyed crowd to move around us, like a rock in a river. Vivienne's eyes found mine, and her grip on my arm tightened. My breath hitched. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as her eyes left mine to glance at the surrounding people. Words were not needed, however. With delicate fingers, Vivienne took hold of my chin, and my knees grew weak under her paint, stripping gaze. It was a chain reaction. She gripped the back of my thighs to steady them. Shit. Vivienne looked like she was going to devour me, right here and now. A part of me was hoping she would. 

Not now. 

Her piercing eyes warned. 

Look what you started.

Her brows pinched together as she backed me out of the crowd and up against a building. She was trembling with frustration. She was frustrated because she couldn't go in for the kill that I so temptingly offered. With the unfortunate predicament of my period, it had been over a week. Whoops. 

Look WHERE you started it.

Her hand slid down from my chin to my throat, turning my head side to side, but my eyes never left hers. I was stubborn. That pushed Vivienne over the edge, and I couldn't stop the cocky smile from spreading across my lips. A hiss escaped her as she pulled me closer by the throat. Those toxins on her lips burned into my skin as she lingered. It was getting dark by now, and most people were already gone, and those remaining were on their phones. 

"Tonight," she licked my neck, "I want you waiting for me, bent over the table in nothing, but heels," she whispered hoarsely, digging her nails into my shoulders as she held them in place.

"Yes sir," I muttered, brushing my lips against hers, eyes fluttering. 

"Good girl," she purred in response, eyelids closing at my touch. I could tell Vivienne didn't want to move, but finding her last ounce of control she did, taking my arm and leading me back to our original route. I sighed to myself. I needed to go to horny jail. 

The Poppy had only been back in Paris for ONE freakin night, and that's all Vivienne needed to locate her next target. Like a deer frozen in headlights, she appraised something in the window of a jewelry store warmly. I could already see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of hers. 

What beautiful thing caught Vivienne's attention this time? 

It was a gold necklace, glittering in the rays of the setting sun. It draped a serpent that wrapped itself protectively around a mess of diamonds, but a blood drop ruby in the center stole the show—fucking rubies. I smirked to myself as my gaze dropped to Vivienne's signature, serpent ring, and then back at the reflecting serpent on display. Both promised to strike if you threatened their treasure.

 HA! 

That thought only made me squeeze Vivienne's arm tighter. 

Bite me.

 I taunted them both. 

I dare you. Both treasures belong to me. 

24 hours later.

"Rozario!"

My eyes rolled to the direction of the voice, and my fingers twitched in response. Everything was blurry. I could vaguely make out shapes.

"ROZARIO, WHERE ARE YOU??!!!" The voice desperately repeated my name, competing against the volume of jewelry store alarms. That low sensual voice, it was so familiar. Louder, but familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. Like the moon, the name was there but out of reach, but all this noise made me wince. My head was heavy with hurt. I was confused, scared, and I felt like someone had just hit me in the head with a baseball bat. 

"Ugh…" I groaned, testing the stability of my muscles. There was so much noise that I didn't notice how cold the ground was. My shirt felt wet. "Stop…" I pleaded, shielding my ears as the flashing red lights consumed me, but yet again, the voice ripped over the alarms. It was more desperate, and then it clicked. My eyes widened in recognition. 

VIVIENNE!!! 

A rush of adrenaline-charged my body, and my heart squeezed with concern. 

"Vivienne…" My voice didn't want to work, but I managed to whisper through dry, bloody lips. My whole system froze. 

Why. WHY WAS I BLEEDING??? WHAT HAPPENED??? WHERE AM I??

 Trembling in a storm of panic, I reached up to examine my face.

 "OUCH!" I howled as my knuckles unknowingly bumped against the tip of my nose, provoking tremors of pain to spike up. I whimpered. My head pounded in rhythm with my heart. Not good. More, unfamiliar voices reached my ears. NOT GOOD. I needed to move! Pushing aside the pain, I roared out a groan in an attempt to stand. My pathetic excuse of a body just didn't want to function.

BUT IT NEEDED TO WORK DAMN IT!! Who knows how much time I have before security finds me!!??

"Come on..." I whimpered out, pushing myself across the floor with one foot towards the exit. At this rate, my heart felt like it was going to pump out of my chest. I stopped, already out of breath.

I just didn't have the time. I need to stand. NOW. 

Finally, after eighty-four years, I managed to roll myself over to a GUARD STAINED IN BLOOD!!?? FUCK!!! My eyes shot from their eye sockets, and before I could make a level headed response, I hurled out a scream that shook the heavens. If security didn't know where I was before, they would now, but it all came back to me. Things didn't go as planned. We thought this was a small, family-owned jewelry store, but it turned out to be bait planted by some government agents. We took the bait like a fish lured by a worm, and I got my ass kicked by a guard. Fuck. FUUUCK!! But those memories didn't explain why I was so hungover. With a rush of determination, I lifted my hand and smacked myself.

 "OW!!" Were my knuckles bruised too?? I smacked myself again. Ow.

Rozario. F O C U S. Escape now, think later. 

Last I knew, Vivienne had the necklace, but a small army of security separated us. My eyes widened with panic at the thought of her captured, or worse. HURT. 

I needed...I NEEDED TO FIND HER!!! 

With my senses high and alert, I listened for her voice. Nothing. My heart dropped, the concern inside of me, twisting into something ugly. Fueled by it, I managed to stand with the wall as my guide. 

 "Vivienne!!" I cried out, stumbling around like a teen wearing drunk goggles. My focus scrambled, and all I could do for the sudden wave of dizziness was to shut my eyes as the floor spun and became the ceiling. 

Oh god. OH GOD!! I'm going to puke. YEP, puking now.  

My throat opened, and my stomach squeezed as I hurled out last night's dinner. Vivienne. 

ROZARIO! 

I smacked myself again. 

Bad Brain. If you don't get out of here, you will go to REAL prison instead of HORNY jail!!! 

I scolded myself, tapping my head back to its senses. Nikolai would be proud. 

The floor is NOT ceiling, get it right brain! 

After calming down, I took my advice, exhaling through my nose.

Breathe Rozario, just breathe. 

That's when my head decided to take a trip to "Pain City." I winced more at my own joke than the pain. 

I hate myself. 

Putting one foot in front of the other, I approached the unconscious guard, trembling. He was still breathing. A weight of relief that I didn't even know I was holding left my chest, but again my body failed me, and without resistance, my knees dropped to the ground with my body begging for the rest that it's been denied. I just couldn't do it. My breath was jagged, and it burned as I licked my lips. 

Where was Vivienne? 

My eyes searched for red in the dark. 

Why hadn't she come for me? Was she already caught? 

These questions haunted my mind until the scent of bittersweet chocolate washed over me. 

"Rozario, my love!" I heard my name in both panic and joy as I felt two long arms wrap underneath my shoulders, lifting me up to grace. 

"Vivienne…" I screamed in a whisper, the red of her cape had become my beacon of hope, and once she embraced me, I just completely broke, crying tears of relief into her chest. "Never leave me again," I sobbed, "I was so scared. I thought. I thought…" the words died off my lips as she shushed me with a gloved finger. Despite myself, I smiled against her finger, but she didn't smile back. Instead, Vivienne's beautiful face darkened as she took in my state. My brows pinched together in suspicion. Besides the obvious, what else could be wrong? Vivienne was full of hesitant gestures as her gaze flicked from my face to my torso. 

"Viv…" I whimpered with pleading eyes.

 Just tell me. 

I thought to myself as I caressed her cheek. Like always, Vivienne knew something that I didn't, and by the way her teeth caught her lip, it was bad. Shouts from a distance grew near. It forced Vivienne into immediate action, and she let me go, postponing whatever news she was going to share with me until later. We needed to get out of here. Skillfully and well-practiced, Vivienne lurked around the corner, with stealth and flexibility in her favor, as she fished out some tools from her cape. I wasn't as fortunate. Vivienne's reassurance might have lifted my spirits, but my body winced in pain with every step. The injuries I had endured were oblivious to me. I felt lightheaded like I've lost a lot of blood. Without the wall, I probably would have fallen again.

"Can you run?" Vivienne asked, flipping open a pocket mirror to get a better view of the guards behind us. 

" Yes," I answered breathlessly, not wanting to be the dead weight on our mini heist. Vivienne snapped the mirror shut, unconvinced as her heavy gaze rested upon me and thought up a strategy. Besides a few strands of hair out of place, Vivienne's appearance was flawless. It made me self conscious, but her eyes were tired and swimming with fear. A crack in the mask that I always found. The realness of the situation finally dawned on me."We are probably going to be caught, aren't we?" I finally asked in a whisper. Vivienne stood up straighter, eyes widening at my bluntness, but before she could answer, AGAIN, my body failed me, and I dropped. The sound of glass shattering penetrated my ears, and with one long stride, Vivienne was instantly at my side, catching me before I could fall. She huffed, silently mourning the pocket mirror she sacrificed to catch me. 

" Rozario…" she begged, but before any of us could get another word in, as quick as my panicked heart, Vivienne dragged me into another room as security promptly swarmed to locate the source of the shattered glass. Hopefully, the unconscious guard would buy us time. 

 "Getting caught is the last thing on my mind," Vivienne whispered low, propping me up against the wall as she tested the knob of a door. It was locked. With her brows pinching together in concentration, she fell on one knee to pick it. Time. We didn't have a lot of that. 

I'm slowing her down. 

"Leave me," I said quietly, without thinking. Vivienne didn't hear me at first. "Vivienne, baby,” I reached for her, ”leave me," I repeated, but louder," you won't be able to get us both out, and I'm only slowing you down." It was the truth. It hurt, but it was. 

I'm not going to be Vivienne's downfall. 

The lock had been picked, and the roof door opened, but when Vivienne looked at me, it was with the face of someone desperate. Out of control. A look that NEVER touched her expression. 

"No," she promised. 

My eyes burned with tears.

Couldn't she see that I would destroy her? 

Vivienne saw me breaking and was quick to soothe me, stroking my hair with gloved fingers. 

"My first concern is you. I won't leave you. I'm done doing that," Vivienne whispered, caressing her poisonous lips against my cheek in both a promise and declaration. I gazed up at her in worship, like any victim would their savior. Vivienne Tang was a thief through and through, but right now, she was my hero, and without warning, she picked me up. My cheeks burned in a mix of pain and awe. I always forgot how strong Vivienne was, and I was too weak to argue any further. 

Okay. 

I thought, closing my eyes, allowing her to take complete control of the situation. I trusted her. 

I don't exactly remember how, but Vivienne carried me up the flight of stairs. 

"THIEF!! STOP!! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!!" The small army of guards threatened, chasing us up the stairs. 

Vivienne didn't slow. In fact, I think she went faster, sprinting with me dangling in her arms. A red blur vanishing into the night. She was breathless, but this feat couldn't have been done by your average human. When did she have time to work out? I knew Leon worked out, but damn Vivienne had endurance. She MUST have worked out at SOME time in the day. There was no other explanation, but that was another discussion for later. 

"Zoe, how...how close are you?" Vivienne inquired through ragged breaths, and it was then that I realized my earpiece was missing. I wondered at which phase in our mini heist I lost it, but whatever Zoe said must have pleased Vivienne because the panicked look in her eyes had slightly receded. "Rozario has lost a lot of blood, and we need to get her to a hospital. Fast." 

Those words should have scared me, but they didn't. They only gave me relief as another lost memory revealed itself. A gun in the guard's hand, hot from firing. His first shot had missed, but the second hit. Funny, until now, I didn't even notice the injury. Adrenaline was a mask until it depleted.

Vivienne flew onto the roof, stumbling and breathing rapidly, desperate for air as she slowed to a walk and set me down. 

 I smirked, letting out a weak chuckle that might as well have been a whisper. "T-th-this is wha...why you shouldn't wear h-hheels to heistsss…" I teased, despite myself. 

Vivienne glared down at me like she couldn't believe I was making a joke at a dire time like this, but there was a humorous glint in her eyes. "I have yet to be caught, and besides," she waves her hand, gesturing to me, "try carrying your heavy ass up a flight of stairs." 

I gasped dramatically, acting all offended even though I wasn't, but our teasing banter was interrupted by a sudden pain spreading through from my torso. I groaned, clutching my side in agony. 

"Eh…hrrnngg..." I pulled back my hand to see crimson. My eyes instantly closed, not wanting to look as I bit back a scream. 

"Don't look, eyes on me, my darling," Vivienne muttered, crouching down next to me and keeping her eyes locked with mine as the helicopter neared. She was scared and on the verge of tears. I could tell, but she wouldn’t let her brave face fall. Protectively, Vivienne pulled me closer with the seriousness returning to her features. The lights and winds of the helicopter were overwhelming, and I wondered silently to myself who was in control. Was it Leon? Or did Zoe program it? The helicopter didn't land, but there was a loud clunk as the metal door slid open. A ladder tumbled down and I was relieved to see Jett poking out his head. There was a device of sorts in the palm of his hand, and before I could process, there was a loud BOOM behind us. The explosion had caused a fire, separating the security from Vivienne and I, but there were no sparkles. How disappointing. 

 "Come on, move your arse! We haven't gotten all bloody night!" Jet shouted, shaking his fist dramatically. Vivienne rolled her eyes as she took hold of the ladder, steadying it before swiveling around to reach for me, cape whipping viciously in the wind behind her. I accepted her hand with a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes, well aware that I couldn't climb the ladder by myself. Leon, Remy, or Jett would have to pull us up. I just wasn't strong enough. 

"We have a bath in London waiting for us," she promised, eyes shining down at me. Carefully, the helicopter began to rise, and as it ascended, I caught the glint of Vivienne's ring. The emerald eyes mocked me. A new pain stabbed my heart.

 Oh no. No no-no-no. NO!! 

With a new realization and a returned memory, my heart pinched as I recalled the needle of her ring stuck in my flesh. In the jewelry store. On purpose. I shook my head in disbelief. 

NO!! LIES!! Vivienne PROMISED she wouldn't poison me.

"Vivienne...baby..." I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as the wind collected my tears. Vivienne wouldn't do that because she loves me. She promised. Why would she stab me? The helicopter suddenly jerked, and I gasped, losing my balance.

"ROZARIO!!!" Vivienne’s screams filled the air as she dropped to catch me, but it was too late, and I fell. Looking back, I didn't want her to catch me. Maybe this fate was best. A reminder that I traveled with criminals. 

Why, why would she poison me?  Was I the escape goat all along?

It wasn't a long drop, but it felt like forever. Like time had slowed, drawing out all my mistakes starting with Vivienne. I wasn't prepared, but my body smacked against the roof anyways, and immediately, I couldn't breathe. I gasped, choking, and struggling to find the air in my lungs that wasn't there. I didn't know what hurt worse, my body, or my heart. The fire had dulled, and I was surrounded in a beat with guns pointed at me from all directions. I didn't care. Shoot me, I mouthed, but no more further injuries came. Or perhaps I just couldn't feel them anymore. Or see. Their mouths moved, but I couldn't hear them, and the last thing I saw was Leon holding back a feral Vivienne as the helicopter soared high from sight. Goodbye, Vivienne Tang. 

“R-r-r-re...red....”

To be continued….

[lumiereswig]

this is a very old fic of mine—i must have written it right after the movie came out. i’m not good at writing horror but this comes pretty close. trigger warnings for intense transformation stuff.

The rain hits the windows, full and hard, but no one in the palace notices. The music is far too loud—the ballgowns too glittering—the ball too white and bright to think of the rain and the roses and the village outside. Lumiere, in shadow against the light of the ball, lets his mind wander elsewhere.

After this party, he and Plumette would be free to dance on their own, in the rooms at the top of the palace. A stolen croquembouche, a little wine, paid for by the villagers; a charming mélange of sex and laughter. A night like a thousand others. Lumiere doesn’t treasure it, much; his life has looked like this for years, and it will look like it for many more. He is happy, yes, but also a shade bored as he checks his reflection against the shine of the candelabras.

By the mantel, Cogsworth notes his watch. The time ticks on. This ball goes on forever. He would give anything to skip to the bit after. Cogsworth finds himself checking his watch often, nowadays, waiting endlessly for time to get to the good part. The good part doesn’t really come, ever, and he doesn’t know why. He just doesn’t enjoy life, very much. So he keeps scheduling it and regulating it and hoping that will force life, somehow, to find some lick of relish that he can’t be bothered to supply.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Potts makes tea.

“Mama,” says Chip, “why does the Prince hold these big parties?”

“I really don’t know, love,” says Mrs. Potts. She used to wonder this herself, but as the Prince grew more into the likeness of his father, she has become used to closing off that side of her heart. No good throwing your love down a well, as her husband says; throwing good crockery after bad, just wasting your time. Nothing I can do, anyway, thinks Mrs. Potts, shutting her heart just a little further as she smiles at her son.

Chip, careless, drops his tea cup on the floor, shattering it. “Be careful, now!”

Chapeau circles the ballroom carefully. He chooses to remain out of sight. Oh, yes, the ladies are very beautiful, and the prince very glamorous; but besides his duties, he makes no effort to help when he sees a young woman run off the ballroom floor, crying because the hell of her shoe snapped off. Chapeau stands still in the dark, his hands quiet, his eyes gliding past the pain.

Cadenza and Garderobe are oblivious as they get caught up in their song; they have been so long in beautiful palaces with beautiful people that they don’t stop to consider what beggars might creep outside the doors, what cold winds might blow past those beautiful cut-glass windows. Why should they care? All of life is cake and splendor and full-frothed gowns. They picked this song tonight because it makes them sound magnificent. And they are: magnificent, remarkable, confident and unconquerable.

Plumette, circling the dusty corners of the ballroom, preens to herself and knows how pretty she is. Soft, elegant, the most beautiful of any girl in the room—how jealous they must all be of her! She cannot wait to grab Lumiere and run upstairs and be showered with a thousand careless kisses. She dances a feather against her lips and laughs at the dark night.

The feather blows away. The doors have been slammed open by a hag, sending a footman sprawling; the hag looks a witch, so disgusting is her disarray. Hideous, thinks Plumette, tucking one arm into Lumiere’s.

“We should welcome her!” Lumiere starts to say, but then he sees the prince and retreats back to his shadows.

Adam has noticed the hag. (it would be hard not to, with all the candles gone out and the chilly north wind blowing through the halls.) He turns to her with a cold face, cold as the wind, and fury lights in his eyes. A long time ago, he might have offered her shelter—though it was never his to give, when he was eight and open and liked people and hags equally—but now his father’s pride in him is strong, like silver, and it drowns out his heart with a bright, cold shine. In his head are women’s flat praises and heavy, cloying scent, and a thin hatred for anyone who makes his heart beat fast.

His heart is beating fast, now. “What do you want?! How dare you come through these gates? Who let you in?!”

Her face ducks beneath the hood; she is quiet as she proffers a rose. One of his roses! His roses. Expensive roses, the pride of his kingdom. He never cared much for the flowers themselves, but they are his, to have and to hate. They are not there for ugly old women, drenched by a summer storm.

“For a night’s shelter,” whispers the hag. “A rose may only buy one night—or many.”

“They buy you nothing,” snarls Adam. “Can you not see yourself? Why, look at us!” He gestures, laughing, to the pretty things around him. Behind him, his ladies titter. “We shine like diamonds, gold. You—”

“Fool’s gold,” whispers the woman. “Do not be deceived by appearances—”

“Do not address your betters so!”

“—for beauty...is found within.”

He throws the rose onto the floor in disgust. “Ugly hag! Get her out, at once. Beastly hag!”

His heart is beating fast. But as the woman rises from the robe, shining like gold and as beautiful as a dying star, his heart beats faster.

He is stunned by her transformation. He does not feel compassion, still: but fear, yes, he feels fear. Suddenly, he is not her better. Suddenly....he is very much worse.

He does not catch her words, just then; he only remembers the form of the spell afterward, as he sits in darkness in the West Wing. But now—with the screams of his guests ringing harsh in his ears as they flee from him—he only sees the way the witch looks: just, and angry, and all her eyes on him.

He does not hear the spell. But the crack of his bones: yes, that he hears. And feels. And suddenly he can’t see, as the pain catches in front of his eyes like hard and heavy silver.

There is no blood. But there is a snap, and a crack, and Adam can’t think for pain as his muscles swell and his eyes contract and his fingers curl against his own force. His skin is rough, then crackling, and with a cry he feels his jawbone shift and grow and his own teeth tear his lips. He is big, now, too big—a hulking mass—silk rip against his claws, and all he is aware of, now, is skin and fur and horns and teeth. He knows, without seeing, what he is. He can see and hear and feel  the way he looks: a monster who has eaten the prince. Plumette is yelling—out of fright, probably. And Adam roars in pain—and tries to cry—and roars again. Help! he tries to cry, and all that comes back is the screams of the women as they run: beast! beast!

Hidden in the shadows, Cogsworth’s hand clutches Plumette. Chapeau slips further back. The servants draw back into the shadows; they do not run from the prince, but they make no move to help him. He is a monster! A tragedy! Save your own skin, quick—

She is looking at them, next. Lumiere, his fingers nearly to Plumette’s but not quite there, lets out a heavy, hot breath and doesn’t reach her. The witch is whispering enchantment, and each servant catches different words: forget and alone and useless. She does not tell them it is their fault—for that she looks to Adam—but she condemns them for standing by, for staying silent.

“You stay silent now. Your hands are empty at your sides. Not one of you moved to help a hag—and none would move to help a monster. As you wish it, so it is. Stay here, with nothing to do as nothing has been done, until he learns to love. I see each one. Stay still your hearts. I say it so.”

The curse hits fast, painfully fast. There isn’t time to run.

Lumiere is in the front; he can’t turn fast enough. The golden glow hits him first, sends him nearly sprawling, but his legs can’t quite catch up beneath him—they can’t catch at all—they bond and rock and he hears Plumette screaming, and he would scream too but he is burning up, his heart itself is burning bright. The others are screaming. His heart is snapping and burning and going still, still, still—

Plumette tied her stays tight, tonight, to make her waist the smallest at the ball. But the stays tighten by themselves, now; they have come so tight her waist cannot be there. Her legs dissolve, turn soft and useless beneath her with unbearable pain, and her lungs (even as she breathes, even as she yells) grow solid in her, grow close against the other, and her skin is cold and gritty like cheap porcelain, and she can feel her face shifting and the pain is delicate and real and tight as a smile.

Cadenza seems to rip straight open. But where his blood should be, there are only strings; and he cries as his jaw tears—he can hear his wife screaming beside him—and the pain where his teeth was is so intense that for a moment he cannot hear any music at all: just a horrible, rushing silence as his jaw shudders and his legs swell out and his bones creak and crack like old, old wood. Garderobe is cracking open, her dress tearing into long, colorful shreds as her eyes become heavy and clouded. Mrs. Potts’ face is flattening, as she shrinks down to a stand. Chapeau’s muscles are clutching at nothing; he tries to ease them, but they crack and still, and he is left itching with the need to relax one limb—an itch that cannot be satisfied, that he cannot ease for anything. They are taut as knotted wood.

Cogsworth feels a shift inside him. He feels his heart change places—he feels everything grow spiked and locked, and metal and wooden, and he would bend over and hold his knees except his back has gone stiff as a board. His heart—which gear was his heart?—creaks and slows and then he hears it: tic-tic. tic-tic. tic-tic. And he prays, as he tries to swallow and finds nothing there to swallow with, that the sound will stop.

Lumiere sees. Lumiere sees Plumette turn soft and horrible, Cogsworth distort into a walking gear. And he turns, ready to risk the Enchantress, if only his legs would move—and then his hands are burning, really burning, and then he is screaming because his round face is being cast into gold, hot molten metal choking at his throat and lips. There is even a shine of gold crossing his eyes—and he is terrified, as metal crosses his face and burns with heavy heat, that he will never see Plumette again.

Wood, ivory, porcelain: if anyone could look beyond their own pain, they would see bones turned into gold and faces growing still and strange. It lasts only for minutes, as Adam rears—at least ten feet tall—and flees the room, tearing a portrait as he goes. The Enchantress snuffs out, as quick as a falling petal. And each servant—crying, swearing, screaming—grows silent, one by one, as the enchantment grows so great and the night so dark.

The last thing Lumiere sees is a feather. She is alive, he thinks, and faints still standing up.

[theskzvibe]

[9:24]

y/n laid on her dorm floor, covering her mouth, afraid that she would make a sound as the tears trailed down her face. She is used to her boyfriend Jae neglecting her and appressing her, but since the summer, he has been tainting her. He has been coloring her skin with purple marks. Marks not from love but from anger. Bruises on her hips and arms dance across her skin. She still loved him and tried her best to be the perfect girlfriend for him, but apparently that wasn't enough. Yesterday she saw him go into another girls dorm room, when she asked him about it, he started to get physical towards her and ended up breaking up with her.

Her phone vibrating next to her caused her to jolt up. It took her eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the bright light of her phone. It was a text message from Hyunjin. 

—

Hyunjinnie

One of Woojin hyung's friends is throwing a party at his apartment tonight, wanna come?

—

y/n's eyes filled with sorrow, she hated to decline Hyunjin's offers, but recently it has been harder for her to go out and have fun. She didn't want Hyunjin to see her this upset, or ruin his night. She didn't want him to worry about her, even though he does anyway.

—

y/n

No I'm not really feeling up to it.

Hyunjinnie

oh okay

is Jae coming over then?

y/n

No he isn't

Hyunjin

Is your roommate there?

y/n

Bora is always at her boyfriends place, I haven't seen her in months

Hyunjinnie

So you are alone?

y/n

yeah but its fine don't worry

—

As y/n typed that, her eyes welled with tears. She wasn't fine. But Hyunjin deserves to go out and have fun, not worry about her. She put her phone down, and hugged her knees. She hated feeling so powerless and sad. She is such a bubbly person, but she has lost her true self since she started dating Jae when she started college two years ago. y/n picked up her phone, in hope of getting a text from Jae, but she didn't. Hyunjin didn't even respond, but he was probably driving to the party. 

Tears started to stain her cheeks, and she just let them flow. She has lost the urge and strength to stop them from falling. She hope Hyunjin has fun at the party, he has always been a great friend towards her, since they became friends in the eighth grade.

y/n huffed a breath out, that made her bangs fly upwards and quickly fall back down. She has been in the library for ten minutes now, waiting for her english project partner to show up. The teacher assigned partners for a project due the next day. A boy sprinted into the library, his sneakers squeaking against the floor caused a teacher to stop him and yell at him for running. y/n laughed at the boys foolishness. Hyunjin sat down across from y/n and gave a boyish smile. "You must be quite the athlete. I bet you have a fast mile." y/n teased. That caused Hyunjin to blush. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, I had to finish up my math test." The look in his eyes was so sincere, y/n almost melted. She never met a boy this mature in her grade. "Don't worry about it. It is just so inconvenient that Ms.Song only gave us one day to work on this book report." 

"Yeah sometimes she can be a real-"

"Bitch" y/n cut him off.

y/n's vocabulary that she used to describe their teacher had Hyunjin laughing so hard he was gasping for air. Seeing him like this sent y/n into a fit of laughter. Hyunjin found y/n's little giggle adorable. Hyunjin took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. "You are hilarious."

"Hey I try. But I liked your reaction. First you gasped and your eyes went wide and then you started laughing so hard you almost cried." y/n smiled. "Those are the best kinds of laughs, the ones that make you cry and giggle so hard that you stomach hurts, and you gasp for air and you can't stop laughing." Hyunjin stated. y/n found his way of wording things very charming. She knew she wanted to be friends with him.

She smiled to herself while thinking about that day. The day she got to know Hyunjin. The day that started their friendship. As much of a bitch Ms.Song was, y/n thanks her for pairing them up, because y/n doesn't know what she would do if it weren't for Hyunjin. Back in 8th grade, she never would have guessed that her and Hyunjin would be as close as they are today. As each year went by, her and Hyunjins friendship grew more and more.

A soft knock on her dorm door caused her to jump out of her thoughts. "I guess Bora came back. Or maybe just to collect all of her stuff and move in with her boyfriend." y/n whispered to herself. She quickly wiped her tears and opened the door. The person who was standing on the other side of the door was someone unexpected. Their facial expression changed from a positive one to a worried one once they made eye contact with y/n. They quickly, but gently grabbed y/n's face and starred into her eyes with concern. "Why are your eyes red and puffy?" They then gasped, "have you been crying?" 

"I'm fine don't worry about it Hyunjin" y/n then dropped her head and broke eye contact. 

"y/n please look at me." Hyunjin raised her chin up with his pointer finger. "Why are you upset?" This question made y/n's eyes get foggy, and a tear slipped out. Seeing y/n like this made Hyunjin's heart ache. Hyunjin fully came into her room, and quietly closed the door, and wasted no time in taking y/n in his arms and embracing her in a hug. Hyunjin's hugs were the best, and they always made her feel safe, and made her feel at home. She rested her head on his shoulder and passed more tears. The quiet sound of y/n's weeps made Hyunjin upset, and feel useless. He wanted to make everything better, but he didn't know why she was upset. 

y/n took a deep breath, and grabbed Hyunjin's hand and brought him towards her bed. They sat across from each other on the bed, Hyunjin not releasing his hand from her grip. y/n wiped her tears, and hiccuped. Hyunjin squeezed her hand, a gesture so common to her, it made her feel warm. "Yesterday I saw Jae go into Rin's dorm" she huffed out. "Wait isn't she the dorm next to yours?" 

"Yeah, and they were loud. He slept with her." y/n looked down at her lap in shame. "And when I questioned him about it, he um broke up with me." y/n said, as her eyes started to water again. Hyunjin jumped over and wiped her tears and gave her a bear hug and rubbed her arms. y/n winced in pain from the slight action. Hyunjin quickly backed up and looked into her eyes, "are you alright?"

"Yeah its nothing, I walked into the door the other day." y/n said while looking at the door. Hyunjin could sense she was lying, he had known her for six years. He softly rolled her sleeves up and inspected her arms. She had bruises on her arm, in the shape of fingers, someone bruised her. y/n quickly looked away. Hyunjin delicately traced the bruises with his finger, and y/n scrunched her face in pain. "Did he do this to you?" The anger in his voice was evident, and it surprised y/n because Hyunjin rarely got angry. As a response, y/n just lowered her head. "You told me he stoped hurting you." Hyunjin couldn't stop the water building up in his eyes. "Its okay, we aren't together anymore so he won't do it anymore" She tried to reassure him. "It isn't okay. Stop saying that. y/n you don't deserve this abuse, it should have stopped. I should have stopped it." Hyunjin let a tear slip, but he quickly wiped it. "Please don't beat yourself up over this, it's not your fault, it's mine. It's my situation." y/n exhaled. "but it's not your fault, it's that assholes fault. He was never a good boyfriend, he didn't cherish you. You are an amazing woman who deserves better." Hyunjin caressed y/n's cheek. "No I should have been a better girlfriend, maybe then he wouldn't have cheated, or hit me. He said I dressed ugly and I wasn't sexy." 

"What the actual fuck. y/n, every guy that sees you does a double take. You are absolutely stunning and have an amazing personality, you are my favorite person to be around. He ruined your confidence, that isn't what a good boyfriend does, he didn't love you. You deserve real love. You deserve a guy that tells you that you look amazing. A guy that is absolutely whipped for you and doesn't take you for granted. A guy that loves you and cherishes you." He had pure passion in his eyes. 

y/n locked eyes with him and couldn't look away, it was as if she was in a trance. No one has ever said something like that to her before, and it made her feel special. She started feeling a foreign warm feeling towards Hyunjin in this moment. She only felt this feeling twice before and it was after the summer of tenth grade when Hyunjin came back from camp and he was 4 inches taller than y/n. Also when they first started college last year and Hyunjin decided to dye his hair a light brown, she couldn't deny that he looked very handsome. y/n felt her lips getting dry, and so she licked her lips which didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin felt himself leaning closer to y/n, and she copied his actions. They soon got so close that Hyunjin could feel her breath on his chin. He dipped his head down and tilted his head. y/n moved in closer and she slightly bumped his nose with her own. Hyunjin felt as if his heart will burst out of his chest. They both lean in until their lips connect. Hyunjin takes control, and y/n picks up his pace. Their lips mold perfectly together, and the kiss was slow but full of passion and love. finally, she felt real love.

[thegreenfairy13]

How about 3 for the whump prompt 😊 although characters are up to you.

Prompt: ‘Give me one good reason I shouldn’t splatter your brains on the floor.’ Well...as I’ve been Birds of Prey lately, I fell down the Zsaszmask (Victor Zsasz x Roman Sionis) hole and wrote a fic about their first encounter.  I just love those two bastards! I hope you like it :)

Gotham’s Truths

Victor Zsasz always thought a first meeting says a lot about how a relationship is supposed to develop in the future. That firm belief turned out to be quite untrue when it comes to one Roman Sionis. 

But then what does was Victor know? Most people would argue their first and last meeting with the infamous killer coincides. 

That’s not to say those people wouldn’t leave a lasting impression - quite the contrary. But to leave an impression that isn’t quite as obvious, well, that honor had been up to Gotham’s newest candidate for the crown of the underbelly. 

But we’ll start at the beginning, kay? 

Motherfuckin fuckwit of a peacock, Victor thinks when first laying his eyes on the man currently dangling from the ceiling in some very private basement. 

He spits on the floor, visibly disappointed by today’s task, and cracks his knuckles. This will be over embarrassingly soon. One good look at Sionis, the Black Mask, as he loves to call himself, has told him everything he needs to know. 

The wanker is just pathetic! Who the fuck wears fuckin pastels? To a shoot-out of all things? An attempt to take down Sofia Gigante is not the fuckin Oscars. And if it were, Sionis would have earned himself a Razzy. 

But then Zsasz didn’t expect much from him in the first place. The pathetic lil shit will break down within seconds, of that he’s certain. Stupid, boarding-school wimp, that one is. He’s probably lost the moment he enters a room without a drink to hold onto. 

He spits out again, this time in disgust, and goes to work. Gigante wants Sionis to get sliced into tiny pieces and fed to her genetically modified koi-carps. No problemo! 

Victor starts setting out his tools one by one. The hammer comes first. It’s decorated with one or two dried blood-stains. 

He hates the blood, though. Personally, he prefers a clean, hygienic approach to work, yet his boss insists on some crude intimidation-techniques. Oh well, employee-protection isn’t something anyone gives much thought to in Gotham. The pincers are next, followed by a shiny, new set of scalpels. 

The other man is meanwhile still dangling from the ceiling, looking at Victor’s devices. At this point, the assassin expects something like a horrified gasp, maybe an occasional cry of ‘you don’t have to do this’, or - at least - a sob. 

What he gets, though, is a high-pitched whine. “Boooooooring”, Roman cries out, sounding like an annoyed little bitch about to find out her favorite lipstick is outta stock. 

Now, that’s not an unheard-of approach, however, definitely a more unique one. 

Turning around, Victor gives Roman a seemingly uninterested once-over. The other man rolls his eyes, and wiggling his upper body, he starts swinging as if he was on a playground. 

The bastard even has the audacity to yawn. 

Grinning ferociously, Victor decides he wants the smugness gone from the other one’s face. He raises his hammer, aims for the face, and finally elicits the cry he hoped for - unless in a decidedly different context. 

Roman swings swiftly outta the way, furiously screaming, ‘not my face, not my face’ like that one hysterical chick who walked in on Victor while delivering a message to her now late husband. 

“That face is worth more than all your ugly-ass teeth combined,” the man screeches, sounding every bit like an enraged banshee. “If I’m about to get murdered with a fuckin household-appliance, at least make sure that fuckin thing from the dollar store doesn’t come near my face.”

Roman glares down at Victor from below, which is in itself an achievement, not showing the slightest bit of fear, and yelling out orders. It’s so absurd the killer has to laugh. And not just that bemused bark he sometimes coughs out, no, an honest to God, pure, heartfelt roar that whips through his entire body. 

Tilting his head to the side, he decides he’ll indulge his victim and see what else it has to offer. Tossing the hammer aside, he picks up the scalpel. Roman only rolls his eyes at him. 

“What you gonna do?” he challenges. “Carve some patterns into my skin? Ask me some questions? Wait for me to cry and beg? Pah!” 

“Well, that’s how those things usually work,” Victor confirms sensibly. He bends down until he’s at eye level with his prey, checking for those sweet, sweet signs of distress. Inhaling, he expects to smell that sour, musky scent of sweat that always indicates the beginning of his fun. 

He smells nothing but a hint of chrysanthemum and vervain. Not that Victor knows that very moment what exactly he smells. He only knows it smells good. 

He takes a better look at that skin the other man is so obviously very fond of, takes in the line of a strong jaw-line, pliant lips, fine lines from smiling too often around his eyes, and decides that, yes, that face is indeed a wonderful canvas. Too bad there won’t be much left of it once he’s done. 

Under different circumstances, he’d probably fuck the guy first and kill him later - but this is about business, not his personal pleasure. 

Roman, stop calling him Roman, Victor chides, tries suppressing a wheeze. Ah yes, he almost forgot, his ribs are already broken. The other man bares his teeth, pulls a grimace that somewhat resembles a grin, yet Victor knows the signs - he’s merely trying to mask his pain. 

Grabbing his chin, he turns the man, forces him to study him as well. Roman scoffs. “Pathetic,” is his verdict. “Look what you’ve become,” he grumbles.

“And that would be?” Victor snaps back before he can stop himself. 

“You used to be an artist!” Roman exclaims so violently the chains holding him up, start to rattle precariously. “The Da Vinci of murder you used to be! A Salvador Dali with a knife, and now? All you come up with is dangling me from the ceiling and showing me this crap.”

Victor snarls, gives him a good shove in return, and turns back to his tools. 

“Hey, how does it feel to live your life like a chained pit bull?” Roman howls instead. “Every day you get up, torture a bit, but where’s the passion? The spark? The creativity?” Victor is sure if he could, he’d gesticulate wildly. 

“Trust me, creativity will be the last thing on your mind once I’m done with you,” he snaps back.

Roman clicks his tongue, yet refuses to acknowledge that statement. “When was the last time you truly had fun?” he asks instead, managing to look smug even in his predicament. “When was the last time someone really let you loose, mm?”

Arching an eyebrow at his captive, Victor licks his lips. What a shame, truly, he thinks. He should have been given a chance to bang that vocal, little slut before cutting his throat. 

Roman smirks knowingly, and for a moment, Victor is baffled. 

“You said that out loud,” he sing-songs, as a strand of his hair loosens, elegantly framing his face. “Look,” he continues, still grinning knowingly. “I have an offer for you - you can either work for me, or kill me off and file for unemployment in about….” Roman wiggles his head from side to side, seemingly counting, when a loud bang jolts through the basement. 

“Well, I guess now,” he finishes, unfazed. 

Tilting his head, Victor considers the offer. It sounds suspiciously like Gigante is no more, and besides, he has never been especially good all on his own, without anyone to point him in the right direction. On the other hand, it’s been a long time since he enjoyed true freedom. 

But then he hasn’t met anyone who has the ability to humor him in an even longer time. 

Nodding to himself, Victor makes a decision. 

Yet before he can touch the chain, Roman stops him. “One thing though,” he declares sternly. “I demand absolute loyalty.” 

Victor sighs and pushes a button, releasing him. If there’s even one thing he’s better at than killing people, it’s serving people. 

Roman jumps to his feet almost immediately. “Eww,” he says. Wrinkling his nose in disgust as he wipes some grime from his suit before slapping Victor’s face with his palm outstretched, like a little girl. It stings viciously, though. 

Surprised, Victor looks up. 

“No more ruining my suits,” Romans orders angrily. “And now,” he continues, putting his arm around Victor’s shoulders as if they’d been friends forever. “Do you know how to make shrinking heads?” 

Baffled, the assassin follows his new boss out of the basement, slowly realizing this had been the first and last time he had the upper hand in his relationship with Roman Sionis. 

Nobody in Gotham dares to tell him that is untrue, though. 

But then it’s Gotham - and she has her own truths. 

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Arthur and female reader where they’re together for around a year, year and a half. Arthur starts to get chubby. (Reader is chubby herself). He gets self conscious about himself. Oh how I’d love to see this play out.

Woo! This ended up turning out to be really hot. 

Warnings: smut 

You and Arthur have been together for good years. You can still remember how things were when you first got together. Arthur had been a very fit man in the beginning, thanks to his job as a rancher. You were chubby to begin with and had always been conscious about it, but Arthur did everything in his power to lift you up. He found you beautiful and he didn’t associate beauty with weight. On your bad days when you told yourself aloud that you were fat, he told you that fat didn’t mean ugly and he’d never see you that way. 

When you’d been together for over six months, you asked Arthur if you could move in with him. You’re living situation wasn’t ideal as you were getting tired of your roomate’s string of loser boyfriends as she seemed to have a new one every month and they all seemed to be worse than the last. You were tired of watching her ruin her life despite you trying to talk her out of the habit of dating douchebags, so you decided to move in with Arthur. He was ecstatic when you did and he helped you move within the next few days. 

A year later, you were still living with Arthur and he finally popped the question, to which of course you said yes. He was so sweet and he’d taken you to your favorite trail and asked you the question. He’d obviously gone to the trail before taking you there and decorated parts of the trail with paper lanterns and solar ground lights, making it even prettier. He was so nervous and cute as you were walking that you were automatically suspicious, but you still cried when he got on his knee and asked you to marry him. 

A few months after your engagement, you noticed that Arthur was gaining some weight. Not a huge amount, but just some fluff around the edges. You didn’t mind at all, after all you had no room to talk. In fact, you found you rather liked it. There was more give to his body when you hugged him. 

Your two year anniversary since you got together is approaching and you’ve noticed Arthur’s been down the last few days. He’s been hesitant to touch you and he’s been tugging at his shirt a lot. He’s not really fat, but he’s definitely got a bit more plumpiness than he did when you first dated him. 

You walk into your shared bedroom that night and find him standing in front of the mirror on the dresser with his shirt off, clearly inspecting his torso. He’s frowning at his reflection. 

“What’s going on, Arthur?” you ask. 

He sighs heavily. “Darlin’, I… why you still datin’ me? Hell, why you even marryin’ me?” 

“What, Arthur? Why would you ask me something like that?” 

He finally breaks his eyes from the mirror and to you. “Look at me, Y/N. I ain’t skinny no more. Not like I was. I always been an ugly bastard, but now I’m gettin’ thick. I mean, look at me.” 

You sigh, your heart breaking. You’ve known since almost the beginning that Arthur’s never had a high opinion of himself, even when he was firm. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “Arthur Morgan. You are still handsome. Now what is that phrase you say when I say I’m fat?” 

“Fat don’t mean ugly. It’s just a word,” he says, folding his arms around your waist. 

“Exactly. It’s just a word. It doesn’t mean I love you any less than I ever have or that I’m going to stop loving you. In fact, you wanna know something? I read an article just the other day that says a study was done that shows that when two people get together and gain weight after having been together for a long period of time? It means they’re happy and confident in their relationship.” 

He smiles finally, blushing. “So you’re happy with me?” 

“I’ve never been happier, Arthur. Now do I make you happy?” 

He rubs a thumb across your cheek. “More than you know.” 

You smile and bite your lip. “Let’s put that to the test, hmm? I wanna show you how happy you make me.” 

You unfold your arms, your hands travelling down his torso, tangling your fingers in his chest and stomach hair. You study the trail of hair running down to his pants and then grab the band of his lounge pants and pull down, exposing his length. He’s only partially hard, so you quickly grab him and begin pumping. He tilts his head back as his cock grows firm and begins twitching. 

You’ve never done this before due to your own opinions on women getting on their knees to pleasure men, but right now you just want Arthur to know how much you love him and how you’re willing to swallow your pride to show him that. You slip down to your knees and study his length for a moment, noticing the thick vein running down to his purple head. 

You look up at Arthur, his eyes glued to you. You can tell he wants to ask what you’re doing, but before he has a chance, you put your mouth around him. He gasps as you take him in, sucking and bobbing around him. You pull him out for a few seconds to lick his shaft, your right hand cradling his balls. He groans, his hands winding into your hair. 

“Oh my God, darlin’,” he groans. You take him back in your mouth and his hips buck into you. He’s careful not to push himself too far into your mouth in order not to make you sick (to which you’re grateful) and you begin sucking again. His moaning picks up again and his breathing gets faster. 

You pull him out again and wrap both your hands around his shaft, pumping harder than you could with your head. You look at his cock and see that he’s begun leaking fluids. He’s close and his hips are twitching as he tries not to buck too hard. You kiss his stomach, your hands still working away. 

Arthur grunts loudly as your finger circles his dark head and he suddenly releases onto the floor. You’re quietly grateful the floor’s hardwood so it’ll be easy cleanup. His breathing slows down and he looks down at you, his eyes full of happiness and love. 

“Thank ya, sweetheart,” he says, his thumb stroking your cheek. “You want me to repay the favor?” 

You stand up, folding your arms around him. “Arthur, I did that to show you how much I love you. I did it without thought of you doing anything in return.” 

He grins wickedly. “Well, I want to anyway.” 

He picks you up and slams you down on the bed on your back. Before you have a chance to readjust yourself, he’s ripping your pants off. He places his hands on your knees and smiles down at you. “You ready, darlin’?” Arthur asks. You can only nod. 

He bends down, kissing from your left knee, down your inner thigh and then to your slit. He spreads your folds open with his hand, exposing you to the cool air. His warm fingers slide across your nub and to your clit, making you begin to tremble. He rubs you again as he kisses your thigh again. You beg him when he removes fingers and he responds by running his tongue through your slit. You groan, spreading your legs even farther apart, as he licks you. He begins sucking on your clit, slow but hard. It’s your turn to begin panting and then his tongue flicks out, twitching your core. 

“You close, sweetheart? You’re shaking hard,” he asks in his gruff voice. 

“God. You’re close. Keep going.” Your hands wander down to tangle into his hair. He just chuckles and licks you again before sucking you hard. The bubble within your lower gut suddenly pops, releasing as he sucks repeatedly. You involuntarily lift your hips as your orgasm rips through your body, making you squeal from the pleasure. 

Arthur chuckles and lifts away from your lower torso and wipes his chin dry. “There, darlin’. You know, maybe I need to think lowly of myself more often if it always ends up like this.” 

“Don’t push your luck, Mr. Morgan,” you giggle, patting his hand on your knee. 

He smiles and lifts your hand to kiss it. “I can only hope, Mrs. Morgan. I love you.”

[personasintro]

[3] Yoongi comforts you

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You hear one of your classmates slandering you but Yoongi is there for you.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: none

A/N: This is a part of series called ‘Away From You’. This drabbles will contain scenes that didn’t make it to actual series. You don’t have to read the series to actually understand this, but some of the drabbles will be involved around the plot.

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Teenage girls can be mean. They can say stuff without properly thinking about them and how they can hurt someone with their meaning behind them. You always knew it but not from your own experience. 

In every classroom there is always the prettiest girl that boys fancy and all girls envy. It’s just how it is and works. Mostly, those girls can get pretty confident by the simple act and sometimes act like they own the school. They belittle everyone by saying ugly mean things. 

You witnessed it with your own eyes couple of times - them making fun of girls with little bit of weight. Or just because they think they’re ugly. You always hated it. You were always so angry about it and telling it to the only two people who listened to your anger rambling. 

Seeing girls hiding in the toilets and crying made you feel awful. You never wanted them to feel ugly just because they're not up to everyone’s standard. 

What you never thought is that you’d be one of those girls.

You were about to enter girl’s restroom when you heard her. You classmate -Yeojin. 

‘Have you seen Y/N today? She’s getting ugly, I mean, look at her cheeks. She needs to stop eating that much.’ 

It’s what you heard. It caused you to stop in your tracks and bite into your lip. 

No, no, no. Maybe they mean another Y/N. 

But you know there's no Y/N in your whole school. You’re sure of it. 

‘I’m surprised Yoongi is even friends with her. He’s coming from so wealthy family, he should have a different friend than her.’

The mention of what used to be only Hoseok’s friend, but is yours now as well, causes you to gulp. No, you can’t listen to them. But you still do when she doesn’t stop, her little muppets agreeing with her and even giggling about it. 

You abruptly turn around, the tears prickling your eyes and you hate it. You hate that feeling of embarrassed, sadness, anger and probably another awful mix of negative feelings. You’re in desperate need to escape, not caring that you’ll miss your last class for today. 

No, you don’t care about science class at all. 

All you care about is to find some place quiet where you can cry. The awful words from Yeojin rings in your ears and it only digs harder into your heart but you can still make out the school bell ringing to notice students their break ended. 

You’re walking so fast, eyes glued to your boots faintly noticing students rushing to their classrooms, and you pray no one notices the tears already falling down your cheeks. 

Damn it! You wanted to wait when you’re going to be alone. But it seems like your heart and pride have its own mind. 

You’re abruptly stopped when your frame is colliding with another one, sending you backwards. You gasp ready for the impact with the hard floor and embarrassment but another person catches you, stumbling slightly. 

“Y/N?” 

Your widened eyes look at very familiar ones, widening even more if that's even possible. 

“Yoongi?” you crook out, your voice raspy by the huge lump in your throat.

You watch him frown as he scans your face. You feel like you’re burning under his gaze, so you simply advert your eyes back to your boots - finding them much interesting than the burning gaze he’s giving you. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asks, his arms leaving your frame but you can peripherally see him tilting his head to you for a better view at your tears stained cheeks. 

“N-nothing.” you lie straight through your teeth hoping he’ll believe your little white lie.

But you and Yoongi know better. And he isn’t obviously blind and noticed your reddened cheeks stained with your tears. He even hears the soft whimper that escapes your dry lips but you’re too emotional to even lick them. 

You kind of hope he’ll just leave you alone to save you from your embarrassment. You rarely cried in front of him. The only time he has seen you cry is when you watched that awfully sad movie with a dog in it that Hoseok put on. And you thought he’d laugh at you the moment he saw you sniffling quietly on the end of sofa in Hoseok’s house, but he never did. Instead he kept gazing at you throughout the moment but adverted his eyes anytime you caught his eyes. 

And you think he’ll leave and won't question your sudden state, and just be himself. He never comforts people. At least you never seen him doing that. Well, except that time with Hoseok cried over some dramatic movie, which he put on, and he cuddled to Yoongi despite of Yoongi’s protest. At the end, Yoongi just sighed and awkwardly patted him on his back. 

However, he won’t leave. Not when you’re sniffling avoiding his curious and frowned eyes. So he chooses to tuck his finger under your chin and lifts your face to him. You can't do anything else than just to look at his frowned and not so pleased face. 

“What happened?” he asks softly and pulls his hand from your chin slowly. 

You ignore the slight tingling feeling which his soft touch left behind, blaming it on your current emotional state. 

“Just heard some girls talking about me.” you mutter under your breath. 

You don’t even know what made you to tell him the truth. Maybe you could just said it’s girl’s stuff or something but the way he looks at you with worried eyes and his pouty lips just made you to do it. And the way your heart warms when you realise that he cares. And that he’s your friend despite of him having his own persona and weird habit of pushing people away. 

Sometimes you feel like he doesn’t show his true emotions and has a true habit of hiding it. But you still know he’s caring even if he doesn’t say he likes you and Hoseok as his friends. 

But he does. He wouldn’t bring you your favourite pizza every time you complained about school’s lunch the day before. Or he wouldn't help Hoseok with his project in his spare time. Or he wouldn’t hold you in his arms when you cried on his shoulder because of your parents’ divorce. Or the fact he waits for you just so he can walk you home, so you don’t have to walk there alone. It’s all those small things that makes your heart flatter and for a moment you feel special. 

It’s all the new emotions you’re feeling as a teenager. 

“T-they said I gained a lot of weight and that... um.. that I’m ugly and-” you stop before a cry leaves your mouth embarrassingly, your hand clasping over your mouth to silence the cries. 

“Oh, Y/N...” Yoongi breathes and before you can fully process the emotion behind his tone, he brings you closer hugging you to himself. 

You can smell the nice scent of his fabric softener which you always liked and secretly wished your clothes would smell so good. You even smell some male’s cologne that you’re sure he stole from his father. 

“They said that they’re surprised you’re my friend.” you tell him, your head pressed against his chest. Despite of his not so tall body, you’re still much smaller than him. Your voice comes muffled but he hears every single word. 

You can hear his heartbeat through his school uniform which is oddly relaxing for you. It zones out those nasty words your awful classmate said. 

You want to be angry at that girl and hate her. But you’re left being hurt. And insecure wondering if you really gained that much of weight. You probably did, you even noticed your boobs getting bigger and hips widening. You’re becoming a woman and you hate it. You hate how much your body is changing every day and your hips gets wider and butt bigger. 

Maybe you wouldn’t dwell on it too much if there weren’t some boys who would whistle every time you walked pass them, their eyes glued to your butt. 

“You can’t listen to them because they’re lying.” 

You can hear his voice even more since your ear is pressed against his chest. It vibrates as he speaks, fading out the sound of his heartbeat. 

“Are they though?” You can’t help but chuckle bitterly after you pull away from his slightly. 

However, his hands still stay wrapped around your frame. You enjoy the heat radiating from his body as you feel like you’re not alone. You don’t know how he does it but you’re starting to feel slightly better just from his presence. 

“Of course,” he chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear when it falls in front of your face and he can’t see you properly. “You’re nowhere near ugly.” he whispers causing you to look up straight to his warm eyes. 

He bites into his lower lips softly and it causes you to look at the two pillows which seems so soft. You wonder how they feel like. Does they feel so soft as they look? Gosh, is this your way of saying that you want to kiss him? 

No! Of course not! 

This is Min Yoongi we’re talking about! The grumpy Min Yoongi who ruffles your hair just to annoy you. 

“Is this your way of saying that I’m pretty?” you ask amusingly, his own lips twitching in amusement when he sees your sudden change of behaviour. 

He bites his lip as if he wants to prevent himself from saying something and you cock your head at him curiously when you see a flash of panic on his face. 

“No, of course not! You’re not that pretty!” he exclaims immediately and steps away from you causing your smile to drop. 

Wow, you never thought he could hurt you this much. 

Not when this hurts even more than Yeojin’s insults. 

“I know.” you whisper, your eyes wetting with more tears that you don’t see his eyes widening. 

“N-no, that’s not what I meant!” he says quickly his hands trying to hold you but you smack them away. 

“Seriously, I don’t need to hear this again, especially not from you.” you admit, scoffing bitterly just to hide the disappointment and sadness on your face and voice. It’s your defensive mechanism. To fake emotions in order to hide your real ones. 

“Y/N, you--” 

“Just shut up, please. You’re hurting me,” you whisper and Yoongi’s heart cracks at the way you sniffle with your head hung low. “I should g-” 

“You’re not pretty. You’re beautiful,” he cuts you off, his words coming as quickly as possible. “And they’re stupid for not seeing that. And you’re my friend whether they like it or not. Don’t listen to them, they’re being ridiculous.” 

There’s a fire in his eyes as he mentions ‘they’ in his sentence, making it seem like he’s annoyed or even angry at the person who told you that. And you feel weird because you hope it’s exactly like that.

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

It’s a dangerous question, a very dangerous one, but you can’t shut your mouth and ask it with hopeful eyes you don’t realise you’re having. It comes out as whisper but you know he heard you since he’s so close to you.

Yoongi shakily inhales watching the way your eyes widen and lips pout in adorable way. And he has this weird urge to hurt anyone who ever hurt you like that. Whoever made your eyes swollen with tears and voice shivering from their nonsense insult. 

“Of course,” he whispers back, his heart hammering in his chest violently the same way your does as well. You’re both aware of yourselves but not having a damn clue the other one feels the same. “I wouldn’t have an ugly friend.” he adds with much louder and innocent tone. 

He shows you his gummy smile when you slap his shoulder with a roll off your eyes and annoyed expression. “Way to ruin it, Min.”

He silently laughs when he sees your lips twitching in amusement but your pride is getting in the way, so you only purse your lips at him in annoyance. His laughter dies when he looks at you. However, he looks at you differently. And the atmosphere in the air changes when he looks at you with honesty in his warm eyes. 

“I was serious. I am serious. You’re beautiful, don’t let anyone to tell you otherwise.” 

He makes it sound like it’s coming easy out of him, but he’s freaking out in the inside. 

Did he really say that out loud? 

Crap, it sounded way better in my head, he thinks. 

But you give him something that makes it worth it. You smile at him but not the way you usually do at anyone. No, it’s nothing like that. Your eyebrows are slightly lifted in yearner and the most warming and beautiful smile adores your lips, which slightly pout. His words touched you deeply and you can’t help but feel the heat hitting your cheeks. It’s almost as if someone slapped you in the face. 

“Thank you.” you speak before you wrap your hands around his frame and press your ear against his chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat. And you do and Yoongi hopes you don’t hear how rapidly fast it beats. But he doesn’t know yours does the same thing, almost jumping out of your chest. 

He slowly wraps his hands around your petite frame and pulls you even closer, his nose inconspicuously touching your hair so he can smell it. It smells nice. It always does. 

“Come on, I know a place which will make you better.” he says, slightly pushing you away although, he wanted to stay like that for as long as he can. 

But he’s pretty aware you’re both standing in the empty hallway and it’s only a matter of time when some teacher will see you and scold you for not being in your own classrooms. 

“But what about your class?” you ask with furrowed brows and Yoongi pushes the urge to soften the crease between your eyebrows. 

You want to believe that you’re frowning because of the idea of him ditching school but you’re actually frowning because he’s not hugging you anymore. 

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we both already missed it.” he chuckles. 

Well, you both could always go there and find some lame excuse for coming late, you want to say but you don’t. Because ditching school with Yoongi sounds way better. 

“Come on before someone will see us.” he says, his head pointing towards the end of the hallway knowing there are door to outside. 

You hesitate wondering if it’s really good idea. You both could get into a big trouble for ditching school. And it seems as if Yoongi can read your mind when he stretches his hand towards you, wiggling his fingers at you. 

And with a shy smile you take it, grabbing it as if your life depends on it. He quickly leads the both of you outside, your silent giggles echoing in the empty hallway. 

And that time, he takes you to an amusement arcade filled with different types of machines making you laugh or even curse whenever you loose to him, because naturally, you never visited such a place and he obviously knows how to play video games. You completely forgot that you skipped class and maybe upcoming trouble from your parents your way, or even Yeojin’s hurtful words which aren't nothing more than nonsense now. Thanks to Yoongi.

It’s until he asks you who spoke those things about you. 

And you tell him thinking he doesn’t know all your classmates when he remains silent and points towards the video game that you’re playing instead. 

You think he probably forgot about it until you see him confronting Yeojin herself in the hallway. 

‘Don’t you dare to anything like that about her ever again!’ You remember hearing him as Yeojin’s eyes widened and she became stuttering mess. 

You couldn't see his face since he stood with his back facing to you but you were more than sure he is angry since you could hear it in his voice and on Yeojin’s face. And Yoongi looks scary when he’s angry. 

Yeojin even came up to you later and apologised personally to you. It made you think Yoongi had something to do with it but you didn't overthink it too much. 

Ever since that happened, no one told you one bad thing your way because Yoongi always protected you. He always looked after you without you even realising it most of the time.

But one thing Yoongi can’t protect himself is from his own mother who found out about him skipping class. 

“Honey, calm down. He’s a teenager, kids in his age do things like that.” 

Yoongi chuckles when he hears his dad calling him a ‘kid’ from the downstairs trying to calm down his wife. 

“Not my son! He’s always responsible, I don’t believe he was alone! Someone must’ve forced him into that, I’m sure of it!” 

He hears his mother say frustrated causing him to sigh as he leans against the doorframe of his room. 

He couldn’t told her the truth about who he was with. His mother would instantly blame it all on you and he can’t let that happen. Not when he was the one who took you there. But even after hearing his mother frustrated complaints which unfortunately his dad has to hear right now, a soft smile appears on his lips. It’s there when he remembers your giggles and shining eyes every time you won or the cute pout you did when Yoongi beat you with bigger score. 

And again, he protected you.

[whitewallwhispers]

Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Her latest target is a D.E.A. Agent named Javier Peña. And their relationship is growing more complicated by the day.

Warnings: Drug use (cocaine), alcohol use (wine), strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun), smut - oral sex (male receiving), fingering, I don’t want to call it self harm but it’s kind of self harm, rough sex (choking), unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks)

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

This is kind of a dumb note but I feel the need to clarify that this smut is completely aimed at Peña - I love Pedro but in a completely different, non-sexual way. It’s a credit to his acting skills that he can make me want to fuck nearly every character he plays when IRL I just want to be his best friend.

Tag List (Open): @fanfiction-trashpile | @sophster1881​ | @theringostarfanclub | @thinemineours

She sat on the stoop of her apartment building smoking her third cigarette of the night, taking a pull from the bottle of wine she held in her other hand. Her parents had finally completely cut her off, demanding that she return to Germany as soon as possible.

No one was hiring foreigners. Why the fuck would they? Sure, her private school education had blessed her with fluency in Spanish, albeit European Spanish, but she could still converse easily with any Colombian. The slang was foreign to her, but she had the basics. But things were hard enough for the locals, who would waste their time employing someone else who surely had other options? She couldn’t blame a single person who had turned down her applications

But that really only left her with one option. Thus far every man she’d fucked here had been interested in her accent. Maybe more men would also be interested in everything else that made her unusual. Maybe they’d relish the chance to fuck some foreign pussy. Maybe she’d found her calling already.

She’d just finished her cigarette when she noticed him walking down the street, strutting the way he always did, infuriatingly effortlessly sexy. She took another swig of her wine and tried to make herself look less like a mess and more like a semi-attractive human being.

“You sharing?” Javier asked as he reached her.

She nodded and handed him the bottle. He took a long drink.

“I prefer whiskey,” he noted, handing it back to her. “But it’s still good.”

“Out of my budget, especially considering…”

“They cut you off all the way?” His face was apologetic, but not patronizing. It made her want to kiss him.

“Bingo,” she answered. She stood then, taking back her wine bottle in one hand and taking his in the other.

“Let me know if anything is too much. I know you’re still recovering.”

They’d polished off the bottle of wine while he gave her as much intel as he could as she scribbled furiously in her notebook. He didn’t even flinch when she took a line of cocaine to keep her alert. What could she do? She couldn’t afford any worthwhile painkillers. She still wore a brace around her ribs, though her black eye had turned more yellow than purple now and her lip was healing quite quickly. The cut was almost gone.

“Pain makes it easier to keep my feelings as simple as money makes yours.”

“I wish it wasn’t like that. I wish just once I could make love to you, not just fuck you.”

“Love?” she scoffed.

“You know what I mean. Something…softer.”

“That’s a nice thought. But no matter what we do tonight, it’s bound to hurt. So just lean into that.”

Javier sighed as he reached into his wallet to pull out her usual fee. Then he placed another twenty on top of it.

“Javi,” she began to protest.

“I’d prefer if you stayed mostly mine. I can only guess how your job search has been going, but knowing what I know about this city…”

“Fruitless,” she laughed, though it was dry and hollow. “So…yeah. That’s the only avenue left to me.”

“But I still want you to be mine.”

“No you don’t.” If she accepted it, it’d hurt her.

“I do. I want you so much, even when I’m elsewhere.”

“Then only come here.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I don’t belong to you.”

“But for right now?”

She closed the gap between them, running a hand over his cheek and down his neck and stopping on his chest. “You took my stubborn ass to a hospital. So, yeah, for now, you have me. All to yourself.”

He kissed her then, so gentle at first. His thumb brushed over the bruises around her eye before his hands dipped down to her side, barely touching her ribs before settling on her hips. As usual. When would he tire of inflicting the same bruises upon her?

“I want to see your face tonight,” he whispered. “I won’t be rough, I promise.”

“I told you hurting me makes it better.”

She brushed past him then, taking off her shirt in one smooth movement and her shorts the next. She sat on the edge of the bed. In nothing more than her bra, her brace, and her underwear. Waiting.

After heaving a heavy sigh, he followed her, already unbuttoning his shirt.

“I don’t like hurting you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Not for real.”

“Too bad.”

His shirt was on the floor now. He was unbuttoning his jeans now.

She went to her knees. Instinctually.

“You don’t have to…”

Sure. Sure I don’t.

He could pretend all he wanted, but he stood before her anyway. She unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock all the same. It was only half hard. Disappointing. Anything other than wanting to fuck her senseless was disappointing at this point. She took his length in her hand and stroked it gently, eyes locked with his. His breathing picked up almost instantly, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as she licked his tip. Now he was hard.

So she went straight to work.

She relaxed her throat as best she could. She braced herself so that even if tears welled in her eyes, they wouldn’t fall. She wasn’t perfect, but she was better than last time. Even when he began to thrust into her, moaning in earnest, she didn’t gag. She only cried a little bit, and towards the end she was even able to begin to move her head in time when he pushed to get him even deeper within her.

After that, it wasn’t long until he had to pull out.

“You’re too much,” he huffed. “You’ve gotten too good.”

“That’s your own fault.” Still she waited on her knees.

“Get up. Get on the bed.”

“Yes, daddy.” It was a reflex by now, escaping her every time she could tell he was in the moment.

“No.” His response took her by surprise. “Only my name now.”

“All the time?” She laid herself out on the bed as best she could, trying to look as prone and fuckable as possible with her bruises and cuts and brace still wrapping across her ribs.

“All the time.” He emptied his pockets and thrust his jeans down and stepped out of them as he positioned himself above her. He hooked his thumbs expertly around her panties and pulled them off as if they were nothing. Two fingers were inside her before she could even respond.

“Yes, Javi,” she moaned.

He leaned down to kiss her, but only fleetingly. He sat up, brushing some of her hair off her forehead before picking up his pace.

She was losing her ability to keep control of her expressions and her body. She wanted to play pretend, to compensate for her ugly injuries and try to be as desirable as possible. She couldn’t be a mess. Why, not though? What was she afraid of? That if Javier didn’t find her attractive for even a night he’d lose interest?

It was a juvenile concern, but it was there all the same. After what they’d been through, she should feel more secure than ever that he wouldn’t stop seeking her out.

As he brought his thumb to her clit, she had to close her eyes.

She couldn’t look at him.

Goddamnit.

She’d hope that their new understanding and arrangement would make it easier, make her want him less.

No such luck.

If she kept staring into his face, at his eyes half lidded, biting his lip, focused only on pleasing her (at least for now) her heart would start to hurt.

Pain makes it easier. Not that kind of pain, though.

She wrapped an arm around her ribs and squeezed, the breath going out of her as she cried out a little.

It helped.

She was able to open her eyes again, and as she met Javi’s gaze he added another finger and began curling them inside her, stretching her out even further. It felt so good. So she squeezed her ribs again and bit her lip as the stabbing pain washed over her.

But all too soon he was pulling out of her, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, pulling her legs further apart and centering himself over her.

She flexed her fingers against her ribs and gasped in time with the way he sank into her to the hilt. Unfortunately the way he’d prepared her before meant it only felt good, without the usual initial pressure, and she couldn’t help but feel like he’d done it on purpose.

Stubborn bastard.

He placed his hands on her hips, gentler than ever before as he began to massage small circles into her skin.

She wanted what she’d asked for.

So she grabbed his wrists and led his hands up to her ribs, the pressure of his touch sending the most beautiful ache through her entire body.

“What are you doing?” He paused inside her, moving his hands to hover at her sides without touching her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, playing dumb.

“Your ribs, they’re -”

“It doesn’t hurt. It does when you bruise my hips in the same place every time, though,” she lied, pouting a little bit to try to look more convincing.

He didn’t look like he believed her. Instead he seemed hesitant, but when she didn’t back down his expression became defeated.

“Are you sure you want this?” The tone of his voice told her he knew what she was doing, and she wrapped her legs around him to pull him further into her as thanks.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. With a sigh Javier returned his hands to her ribs, albeit gently, and began thrusting into her again, groaning as she flexed around him for good measure.

The pain coursing through her as he gripped her sides allowed her to run her fingers through his hair, to lean up to kiss him, to relish once more in the way he felt inside her. As he began to pick up his pace his fingers tightened around her. She gasped, half in pain and half in pleasure, mixing together in a high that made her eyes flutter shut. Finally, her head was clear. Finally, she could enjoy herself without her feelings getting in the way.

“Harder, Javi,” she breathed, her fingers curling into fists as she held onto the hair at the nape of his neck. He obliged in both ways, leaning forward to rest his face in the crook of her neck, nipping at her shoulder and throat between heavy breaths. She rewarded him by adjusting her legs to let him slip even further into her than before and contracting the muscles to make herself even tighter around him.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he moaned, biting her earlobe hard as his thrusts became fiercer.

“It’s what you deserve,” she whispered, raking her fingernails down his back hard enough that she might leave scratches. His grip on her ribs became firmer and she cried out, a sound of ecstasy mixed with agony.

Javier seemed to have gotten over his reservations, because the sound only made him go faster, his teeth sinking deeper into her skin. He was sure to leave marks, red and purple and prominent.

“I’d prefer if you stayed mostly mine.”

His words slipped through her mind at that moment and she couldn’t help but laugh.

He was claiming his territory.

I can do the same.

She pushed his chest hard, prying his mouth from her neck and sitting him up straight. She hooked her legs behind his knees and launched herself up, forcing him to turn and lay down. It was only a few moments before she was guiding him into her again, setting the pace as she moved up and down, forwards and backwards, grinding against him hard and fast.

He was out of breath for a moment, not knowing what to do with his hands or his face. But as she let her fingers dig into his chest he regained a sense of himself and latched a hand onto her throat, squeezing so hard she lost her breath all at once.

“This is how it should be,” she whispered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tried to breathe.

“If it’s what you want,” he groaned, his other hand roaming up her thigh and massaging her hot flesh, “then it’s what you’ll get.”

She unlatched her bra and tossed it somewhere to her left, needing to be more exposed, more vulnerable.

Javier responded by sitting up to swirl his tongue around her nipples, gripping her throat harder, his other hand squeezing her ribs,   thrusting up into her, sending her straight over the edge.

Her orgasm came over her suddenly and unexpectedly, eliciting a cry as she clung to his shoulders for support, unable to handle the pleasure and the pain. It was exactly what she wanted - the closeness of feeling him inside her, the distance of hurting while he was.

“On your knees,” he demanded, thrusting her down beneath him by her throat, slamming her into the mattress so hard she had to grit her teeth to stomach the pain that rippled through her.

She obliged, of course, turning and resting her head against the bed as she made her sex as high and accesible as possible. He sunk into her without hesitation, his hands naturally digging into her hips before shifting them up to her ribs, for her sake, and gripping them with varying intensity.

It was clear he was still hesitant, but willing to submit to some degree for her pleasure.

If anything, he drove her crazy.

“Javi, you’re so good to me,” she moaned, biting her lip to withstand the ache in her chest. The good kind of ache. The kind that came from her fragile ribs, not her fragile heart.

“Don’t you forget it,” he answered, picking up his pace, wrapping one of his hands around her waist to swirl around her clit. “No one can fuck you like I do.”

It wasn’t long before she was climaxing again, a beautiful fireworks show of tightening muscles and trembling limbs and excruciating pressure on the broken parts of her. Javier was soon to follow, burying himself in her as he did, both his hands slipping up to squeeze her breasts.

He stayed inside her, guiding her down to lay flat on the bed as he peppered kisses across her shoulders, running his fingers down her spine so softly it made her shiver. Only then did he pull out.

“Stay there,” he murmured. She turned her head to watch him light a cigarette and slip into his jeans before he made his way to the bathroom to grab her a towel. He made quick work of cleaning her up before tossing the towel onto the floor and sitting beside her, letting his head loll against the wall as he took a deep draw from his cigarette.

“Want one?” he asked, turning to look down at her with one eyebrow naturally raising itself higher than the other.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, sitting up to join him. He lit it for her and then put his hand on her thigh, his thumb tracing small circles into her skin.

“There’s something I want to give you,” he said after a few moments of comfortable, hazy silence.

“What?”

She was intrigued.

“This,” he replied, picking up his gun.

Now she was wary. “I - uh - why?”

“For protection. If that cartel member thinks you know too much, he might come looking for you.”

“He doesn’t know where I live,” she began, but he cut her off by shaking his head.

“It won’t take much asking around about a foreign prostitute for him to find you. Carry it in your waistband whenever you go out. If he’s trailing you, it might put him off. But keep it hidden in here so your clients can’t find it.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

“You know how to shoot?”

She nodded again. Her father was paranoid about nearly everything, which in addition to stockpiling food and medical supplies meant she’d spent several summers taking trips to the nearest forest to learn how to shoot. Pistols, revolvers, shotguns, rifles. She didn’t ask how he’d gotten them, didn’t try to protest that learning wasn’t necessary.

Now it seemed a bit like fate.

“You have a phone?”

She pointed to the far wall of the kitchen where the clunky, outdated phone hung, loose and crooked.

“This is my number,” he said, pulling a small folded piece of paper out of the back pocket of his jeans. “Office and cell phone. If something happens, you call me, not the police. I’ll send officers who aren’t on the cartel payroll.”

“Javi, you don’t have to do this,” she protested. “You have enough to worry about.”

There he went, being too nice to her again. It felt bittersweet, twisting her heart and stomach at the same time.

“Exactly. If I didn’t try to protect you, I’d be worried about you.”

That took her by surprise. She couldn’t think of anything to say. He said it so simply, as if she’d been stupid to think otherwise. He caught her by surprise again as he leaned forward to place a light kiss on her forehead.

“I’ve gotta go,” he sighed. “But I’ll be back next week.”

Without thinking about it she reached up to cup his face in her hands and kiss him on the lips. Slowly, and heavy with the weight of how much she owed him. He’d become the only thing keeping her in Colombia, keeping her dream of finishing her book alive.

“Thank you, Javi,” she whispered, pulling away and resting her forehead against his, eyes closed.

She’d do whatever she could to make it worth his while.

“Yeah.” He pulled away, not unkindly, and finished getting dressed, tossing her her bra and panties before stuffing his belongings back into his pockets.

All of them except for the gun.

It stayed on the bedside table, equal parts comforting and foreboding.

She couldn’t look away, not even when Javier said goodbye and closed the door behind him. She stayed like that, frozen and naked and staring at the cold, gleaming metal until her neck began to ache and she started to shiver.