#i just spent like 2 hours sitting here working up the courage and then i do it and wow! this looks horrible! this is ass!

[scarletssienna]

I Was Heavenstruck

Summary - Wanda takes a liking for a young coffee shop worker. The only issue is, Wanda’s married. word count: 4.7k

Warnings - cheating, mommy wanda, age gap relationship, oral, begging, fighting, obsessed wanda, dom!sub undertones, angst

AN - milf wanda milf wanda milf wanda - I suppose I should post this rather than hiding all my writings in my drafts. Literally have like 3 currently held hostage begging to be let out. Part 2 here

18+ minors/men dni

Coffee shops have always been one of your favorite places. Luckily for you, your little college town had the cutest one. You’d applied nearly the second you’d gotten settled. Now you were happily on your third year of working there. You loved the busy work. It kept your mind occupied and distracted as you could focus on the coffee and making the customers happy. Recently, you found yourself getting slightly distracted at work. There was a woman who came in every morning at the same time. She would order the same cappuccino and chocolate croissant and sit at one of the corner tables while she caught up on emails. Lately, she had begun to get a little chatty. She would stop at the pickup spot, leaning over the counter as she would laugh and ask you about your day. The amount of darlings and sweethearts she used in each sentence never failed to make you blush. While she was older something pulled you towards her. You didn’t notice a ring on her finger. You found yourself quickly falling for her. Now, after two months of the same back and forth you needed more. Your hand shook as you wrote on a napkin your phone number. You placed it on the little dish visible next to the mug. You passed the dish over to her with a slightly shaky hand and a dark blush on your face. Her eyes glistened and riddled with confusion at your nervousness. She hadn’t seen your little note yet.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take a break. Come sit with me?” She offered as she set the dish down and reached to your arm. You shook your head politely declining. As much as you would love to sit with her, you couldn’t just leave what you were doing. There were other orders needed. She nodded and looked down at her mug as she went to pick it back up. It was her turn to blush as she noticed the note. She hummed a little ‘oh’ of contentment and understanding before hurrying to her typical table.

She was sitting there grinning to herself as she sipped her coffee. She pulled out her phone and you did your best not to stare as you tried to keep occupied. When you felt a buzz from your phone you glanced up at Wanda and your face quickly turned red as you locked eyes. Quickly, you looked away and pulled out your phone to see the notification. It’s from a new number with a simple text. “Hey <3”

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After three days of spending much longer than you would care to admit texting you finally worked up the courage to ask her out. From there you’d decided on sandwiches and a walk in the park after your shift on Friday. Nervous as ever you’d woken up much earlier than anticipated but spent the entire morning anxiously getting ready for work. You did your hair in a half-up half-down look with two pieces in the front. You then did a simple makeup look. You got dressed before heading to work. Watching the time like a hawk, just on cue Wanda came in. She walked to the counter and ordered her usual drink but disregarded the croissant.

Your smile when you saw her had been apparent. She seemed almost as nervous as you as she made simple small talk as you made her coffee. When you passed it to her she smiled and winked before heading to her table. By the time she’d come in you’d have half an hour left of your shift. She waited patiently as she read a book, glancing up at you every once in a while. When you finished your shift she seemed to be lost in her book. You disappeared into the bathroom to put on a bit more of a casual appearance, changing your shirt and stuffing your old one into your purse. Looking into the mirror you took a few deep breaths to gain confidence before walking towards Wanda. She hadn’t even noticed you approaching her until you carefully settled your fingers on her book, pressing it into her lap softly.

“Ready?” You smiled down at her before pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with a nervous giggle. She nodded excitedly and shut her book, putting it into her bag before standing up.

“Ready.” She hummed and looked down at you now. She stood just a few inches taller than you which always made you blush. Her hand reached down and held yours confidently as if they were meant to be that way. She then softly tugged you out of the cafe and outside. Once outside she smiled down at you. “Where to?” You smiled and led her to your favorite sandwich shop. The conversation flowed easily as she confidently led you around. Anytime you would move too slowly a soft squeeze would be applied to your hand as a reminder, causing you to hurry next to her side again. The two of you walked closely, arms brushing every once in a while. The touch barrier is typically broken after several dates have been broken almost instantly with Wanda’s constant desire to be close to you. You didn’t mind it though. Her closeness and gentle grazes and touches made you feel comfortable as you moved down the busy streets. Eventually, you made your way to the park. She led you to a blanket with a small picnic basket and a bouquet on top. How she had set this up without you knowing and had nothing happen to it surprised you. You grinned excitedly as she handed you the fresh pink tulips. You practically squeezed with excitement and wrapped your arms around her engulfing her in a hug. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as you spoke. The action causes you to stutter slightly.

“I’ve never been given flowers before.” You muttered softly and she smiled at you before wrinkling her eyebrows in confusion.

“A pretty girl like you deserves flowers. What a shame. I’ll just have to fulfill that desire for you now.” She said with a little wink as she sat down. She motioned next to her for you to sit and you obliged, setting the flowers next to you. “Any other desires you need to be fulfilled, pretty girl?” She asked with a small smirk on her face. You blushed a bright shade and quickly looked away from her gaze. Flustered, you reached for the sandwiches and passed her hers. She grabbed the picnic basket and opened it. Inside she pulled out some fresh strawberries she had sliced up, a small container of veggies and hummus, and a bottle of wine with two glasses. You giggled when you saw the wine and bit your bottom lip slightly.

“Wanda is like barely noon.” You teased her for her drink of choice. You’d just barely turned 21 and despite how many college kids behaved you rarely drank underage. It had all been very new to you. She just chuckled and poured two small glasses, passing one towards you. You two fell into a simple conversation as you ate happily. Eventually, somehow you ended up lying, looking up at the clouds with your head in Wanda’s lap. Her fingers tangled delicately through your hair as she relaxed in the closeness. From an outside perspective, you two were moving quite quickly. But in reality, this was months of pining and small talk. Finally, you two were able to be close and together. When Wanda’s phone rang for the third time in a row neither of you could ignore it anymore. You reached over and grabbed it for her, passing it to her. You tried not to be nosy and avoided looking at the screen to see who was calling. She declined the call and set the phone to the side. You thought for a second before looking up at her, deciding to ask.

“Who’s in such a need for your attention?” You asked as you took her hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair into your own hands. Softly you played with her fingers, directing your attention to the clouds.

“Other than you? Nobody that deserves it.” She stated simply as she smiled down at you. You smiled at the answer before sitting up and flipping around to face her. You kicked your legs over hers carefully draping them over her lap. Her hands rested on your legs with a smile.

“Hmm.” You thought out loud as you leaned in a little bit. “I want you to tell me something.” You stated as you reached up to her hands with one of yours.

“Mmhm.” She hummed in response, causing you to continue.

“I want you to tell me a secret. Something no one else knows.” You said as a matter of fact. She chuckled at you and raised one of her eyebrows.

“No one else, huh.” She questioned as she leaned in a tiny bit. You nodded in response as you awaited her answer. “I want to kiss you right now.” She replied in a little whisper as she glanced down at your lips. You wasted no time as you quickly closed the gap between you. She immediately kissed back as one of her hands moved to your waist and the other settled on the back of your head. It was gentle and sweet. Delicate almost. She didn’t want to spook you too much. You weren’t exactly satisfied with her softness. When she pulled away you glanced back and forth between her lips and her eyes.

“Wanna know my secret?” You asked, desperation heard through your voice. She just nodded as the scene unfolded in front of her. Carefully you made your way to straddling her lap. Her breath hitched in her throat as it was finally your turn to fluster her. “I want you to kiss me, kiss me, Wanda.” You stated as your finger pressed into the center of her chest softly. She leaned in to kiss you again. This time it was real. It was passionate and deep and everything you could ask for. Her hands grabbed at your hips as she pulled you closer, your body’s flush. Her tongue swooped against your bottom lip, eagerly seeking entrance. You obliged happily as your hips ground softly against her. When you two eventually pulled away you became suddenly very aware of your public presence. You blushed red as you glanced around before hiding your face in the crook of her neck. She held you close as her hand found a slow pattern tracing up and down your back.

The next few days were electric. Then weeks passed and you continued strong. You’d hit the three month mark of your first date last Friday and you just felt more encapsulated with Wanda's aura than ever before. Sometimes after your shift ends you two would walk around the shops that line the street. Other times it was late and you just needed a break from the textbooks. You would end up tangled up in the backseat of her car like a high school couple hiding from the world. Your favorites have been when she shows up for her usual at work. Several minutes after she’s served, you take a ‘break’ and disappear off into the bathroom for hidden kisses. Never once have you gone all the way though. And never once has the conversation of going to either of your houses come up: Until today.

When Wanda came in for her usual you saw her and a big smile grew across your face at the sight of her. It quickly faded as you noticed her discomfort. You frowned in confusion as you saw the man surprisingly close to her. His hand rested on her back as they quietly discussed their orders. Wanda looked quite uncomfortable but you didn’t notice as you were trying to figure out who the man with her was. You knew you recognized him but weren’t sure where from. When he came to order you immediately realized.

“We’ll take a cappuccino and,” he started but you quickly cut him off.

“Vision?” You asked confused before gasping. “Vision. No way.” You exclaimed. Wanda’s confusion was evident as you two shared shocked expressions and surprised laughter.

“Wow! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? Wow. Wanda!” He exclaimed as he looked down at her. “Our families were quite close when we were young! They still are but after college started I kinda disappeared into my own world.” He said as he shook his head. “We practically grew up together. Well, she is several years younger than me but you know.” He teased slightly before looking back at you. “This is my wife, Wanda.” He smiled. The words hit you heavily and suddenly you noticed all of Wanda’s discomfort. She was married. Your smile faded and you heard the blood rushing in your ears. You covered it well as he happily carried on.

“Yeah, uh, we’ve met sorta.” You said with a squinted look. “She’s quite the regular here.” You said with a faint laugh.

“We have to catch up soon.” He said suddenly and you just nodded sheepishly. “Friday. We’re having a little party. It’d be great to have you. Bring a plus one if you’d like? Boyfriend? Friend? Whatever.” You just nodded in agreement before smiling lightly. You scribbled down your phone number before sliding it to him and mumbling about getting their orders. They ordered it to go before leaving. The look on Wanda’s face stuck with you. How could she not have mentioned she was married? What was she doing with you?

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Friday came quicker than you’d expected. Throughout the rest of the week, you’d avoided Wanda: Her calls, her desperate texts, even your typical work hours. What you couldn’t stay away from was Friday. But you had a plan. Natasha. Your best friend. You’d asked her for a favor and she was quick to agree. Vision had approved you bringing a guest so there you did. You had a bottle of wine in your hand. You both were dressed quite nicely. Natasha in a tight red dress that complimented her hair nicely and accentuated her chest and ass. You were wearing clothes nicer than you’d put on in forever. A tight black dress that hugged your hips just perfectly and left your chest quite out and exposed. Despite your pleas of denial Natasha had encouraged you to wear heals and boy did they do wonders for your legs. You knocked on the door and waited nervously. Wanda opened it with a desperate but nervous smile. It faded when she noticed you had a plus one. She was wearing a white jumpsuit, a little more conservative than you two but it had you blushing anyways. You exchanged awkward highs and smiles. She let you in with a fake smile as she attempted to seem normal.

“This is Natasha. My girlfriend.” You smiled fakely as you watched them introduce themselves.

“Your girlfriend! Wow yes. So nice to meet you.” Wanda bore fakely through gritted teeth. She knew you didn’t have a girlfriend. Vision didn’t. And you planned on making the whole scene very convincing. You two entered and Vision made his appearance. You and Natasha were quickly pulled off into a conversation, weaving your way throughout the crowded house. You both found drinks and made attempts at casual conversation with people. Natasha made the practice of being extremely touchy. She would lean down and whisper in your ear which caused shivers down your spine. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you blush. Wanda watched the two of you interact from her place as she sipped her drink quietly. The quick kisses you and Natasha would share and her quite apparent hand on your ass caused Wanda to squirm from across the room. Your drinks were set down as you two moved off to the side of the crowd. Her hands roamed across your body as if there was no one else in the room. She leaned down and whispered in your ear causing you to blush deeply.

“Who knew this would all come so naturally.” She paused, her hands settling on your hips as she pulled your body’s flush. “I want more.” She whispered before leaning down to kiss you deeply. Thus began a heavy make-out. Her tongue made a quick fashion of taking control of the kiss. You moaned as you opened your mouth further. Your hand tangled softly in her hair as she squeezed at your ass. You grumbled a little when she eventually pulled away. She wasn’t done yet. She leaned down once more to whisper in your ear. “Forget Wanda. I could treat you so right baby. Let’s just get out of here.” Your eyes flickered over to where Wanda was standing as you made accidental eye contact. She was schaithing as she faked enjoyment with the people surrounding her. Her eyes rarely left you. You couldn’t even tell if this was all an act anymore or not. You didn’t even have a chance to consider the proposition Natasha had put up when Wanda practically stormed over. She seemed to have taken your eye contact as a signal to come over. A giant smile plastered on her face when she reached out and touched your arm.

“Honey, can we step over here for a second? I’d love to just have a word with you?” She asked as her arm slid down to your hand, gripping it tightly. She didn’t wait for a response as she began pulling you off down a hallway and away from everyone. You glanced back at Natasha and all she did was wink. The house was bigger than you’d expected it to be. She looked around making sure no one was paying attention before pulling you up the stairs. She tugged you into the nearest room and you clumsily fell into her embrace. She shut the door, catching you carefully before pushing you up against the wall. “What the hell is all this?” She started, as if she was allowed to be the person upset here. Your eyes avoided her as you looked around the room, noticing a bed and dresser you were suddenly fearful she had brought you into her bedroom. The one she shared with her husband. “Oh don’t get your panties all tied in a knot, this is the guest room.” She said coldly as she shook her head. You pulled against her grip causing her to just tighten it. You looked up into her eyes as you struggled with what to even say. Her cold demeanor dropped suddenly as she sighed. Her hands fell to her sides and her eyes looked into yours, now glossy.

“When were you planning on telling me you were married?” You started, cautiously. “That you have this whole extravagant life. And you just sneak around with me.” You groaned. “Because you’re married!” You practically yelled causing Wanda to quickly snap her hand up and cover your mouth.

“Shh.” She hushed you softly. You shook your head, shaking her hand off of your face as you swatted at her.

“Don’t shush me.” You growled as you frowned. She sighed and took a step back, giving you a little bit of space. Your arms fell to your sides in defeat as you finally showed how you really felt. The pit in your stomach grew as you spoke quietly. “I just thought it was real.” You looked away from her and shook your head as tears filled your eyes. “Was any of it even real?” You asked, not even sure if you’d want to know the answer. She stepped back towards you again and cupped your face softly.

“Sweetheart, it was real. It was all real.” She said, her voice cracking as she spoke. “It was more real than anything I’ve felt in so,” she sighed. “So long.” You finally looked back into her eyes. They were glossy as tears threatened to fall. “I got in too deep.” She whispered. “I fucked up Detka. It was never supposed to go as far as it did.” She now looked away from you, feeling guilty. “You were just supposed to be my little distraction in the morning. My beaming ray of sunshine I would get to enjoy with my coffee. I fell for you though. I hoped the date would be terrible and would push us apart and I would lose interest.” She looked back at you. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and frowned. “I didn’t. In fact, I grew to really quite adore you.” She smiled a tiny bit. It was a sad, guilty smile that faded when she saw your frown. Her thumb wiped your tears away and she kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“You used me Wanda. You used me as a distraction from your sad, boring life, and unhappy marriage.” Your words were cold and mean. They took her by surprise but she knew it all already. She frowned and sighed.

“Please sweetheart. You have to forgive me.” She pleaded, her hands sliding down your face and down your arms to your hands. The tears that had been threatening to escape finally fell. She gripped your hands tightly in hers as she began to beg. “Please.” She leaned forward again and began to kiss at your face and neck. Between each kiss a beg or plead would follow. Her hands moved to your hips and back to your ass. Her hands stilled as she leaned to whisper in your ear. “It can be our little secret Detka. No one has to know.” She nipped at your earlobe slightly, causing you to groan. You felt sick sneaking around like this. Though there was something that drew you to the situation so strongly. It pulled and urged you against all of your better judgment. You broke, nodding weakly. She saw you nod and gasped relieved as she kissed you deeply, passionately. It was a kind of desperation you had never felt from her before. The feeling suffocated you. Her utter obsession with you fueled a fire in you you hadn’t ever even dreamt of. She dropped to her knees, looking up to you with desperate eyes.

“Let me thank you.” She murmured, her hands sliding up your thighs underneath your dress. You groaned at her touches and nodded again as your hand went to her hair. It gently tangled in her curls as she left wet kisses up your thighs. You separated your legs a little as you leaned up against the wall. She pulled your panties down your thighs and faked a gasp at the wet spot on them. “I’ve barely even touched you sweetheart.” She teased and stuffed your panties into her pocket, not planning on giving them back. You whined softly as you pulled her head closer to where you needed it. She immediately gave you the attention you deserved. She lifted your leg over her shoulder for easier access. Her head was immediately buried in your cunt as she licked moved as if she was starved. Her tongue moved skillfully through your folds and around your clit. You had to hold back gasps and moans as you fell back against the wall harder. A hand covered your mouth to stifle the moanes she created as she hungrily ate between your thighs. Your hand held tighter in her hair as you pulled her closely, directing her to what you liked. You could feel her smiling below you, this caused you to blush a dark color as you closed your eyes tightly. The embarrassment washed away as you only felt pleasure. Her tongue brought you to a quick orgasm. You bit down on your hand softly to muffle the moans she was so easily eliciting from your body. As you came down from the high you nearly fell over. She was quick to catch you as she held you up carefully. Your eyes were still closed as you leaned your head against the door, catching your breath tiredly. She wiped her face a little as she chuckled at your exhaustion. She leaned forward kissing you deeply. You kissed back with desire. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her. You whined into the kiss as it turned sloppy. She pulled you into her arms, holding you closely as you snuggled into her embrace, leaning your entire body weight on her.

“Come here darling.” She whispered soothingly as she held you. “Mommy’s got you.” She whispered instinctively. The nickname she used on herself caught you a little off guard at first. But you smiled and blushed at the comfort and fuzzy feelings you were feeling. She lifted you carefully and walked you to the bed before gently setting you down. You laid back on the bed and reached for her to lay with you. She stayed standing though and tried to part from your body. When she tried to let go of you your eyes snapped open and you whined.

“No mommy.” You complained and grabbed her clothes. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, soothing your worries.

“I’m just going to grab some things to clean you up sweetheart I’ll be right back.” She whispered, causing you to reluctantly let go of her. She disappeared into the bathroom and was gone far too long as she collected some things. She returned only a moment later and sat down next to you. You squirmed up against her and she made gentle work of cleaning you up. Her hands gripped at your thighs causing you to instinctively open them for her, whining at the touch. She gently wiped you up before setting the wash cloth aside and carefully taking off your makeup. Your eyes stayed closed as you drifted off into a relaxed, sleepy state. When she finished she peppered soft kisses across your face before stopping at your lips. Her tongue was immediately seeking entrance again, causing you to moan and press your legs together once again. She pulled away when she noticed your reaction, tisking you no softly.

“Mommy’s sorry honey, no more tonight.” She hummed and soothed your cheek. You nodded and looked up at her with big eyes.

“The party.” You looked up with concern. She shook her head a little with a sweet smile.

“I have it handled. I’ll be right back okay?” She assured you as she waited to leave your embrace until you approved. You nodded and she stood up. She went to the mirror and fixed up her appearance. You turned your body so you could watch her, a small smile on your face. She smiled back at you before leaving the room and going downstairs. She explained to Vision that you were quite ill and would have to stay the night. When he offered to come up and help she politely declined, explaining how he needed to stay to finish up the party. He agreed and Wanda returned upstairs. She stopped in her room first and grabbed some pajamas before returning to the guest room, locking the door behind her. You reached for her impatiently, whines leaving your lips.

“Come here.” You murmured, clinging onto her jumpsuit when she was within reach. She stood next to the bed while you nuzzled your face up against her thigh. She took your phone from you one hair playing softly though your hair.

“What’s your password honey?” She asked, causing you to mumble it out. She typed it in before finding Natasha’s contact. She sent her a text saying she could leave and you would be alright for the night. You didn’t even question what Wanda was doing on your phone, all you cared about was being close to the older woman. She then set to work getting you out of your dress and into some comfortable clothes. All of her touches felt like fire on your body. You squirmed beneath her as her fingers grazed up your thighs. She then stepped back and changed out of her clothes. You watched in awe, biting your bottom lip as she stripped in front of you. Her confidence radiated as she didn’t even hesitate changing with your watchful eyes. When she finished she climbed in bed behind you. You scooted back against her body as she pulled you flush against her. You relaxed in her embrace, falling asleep quickly. All of your comfort would be taken away though in just a few short hours when she had to return to bed with her husband.

[nczennie]

why won't you love me.

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun AU: Exes! but it's complicated Genre: Angst, Smut (18+ only) Preview: You shake your head at him before speaking, voice coming out as a quiet whisper, eyes watering as you look at him, "Why won't you love me?"Jaehyun abruptly stands from his seat, slamming his hand against the counter which makes you jump, "Don't!", he's nearly yelling, "Just stop, why would you-how dare you even say that to me!" Words: 5.9k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: Toxic relationship, reader is very lonely and uses sex to cope, mentions of food and eating, mentions of having children, cussing, Smut scenes (oral m. receiving, throat fucking, protected penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, talk of breeding).

You let out a shaky breath as you set down your glass of wine, staring at the white envelope in front of you. To be fair, you knew it was coming, but that didn't make opening it any easier for you. That's why you were currently on your second glass still working up the courage to look at it's contents. Finally chugging down the last sip, you set your determined gaze on the paper, taking it in your hands. You tear it open carefully, as to not rip it too badly, before taking the small card out. Save the Date it reads in large gold font. You swallow thickly as you take in the appearance of the card, the wedding date set for 9 months from now, and the beautiful picture of Irene, one of your best friends, smiling brightly next to her financé.

Running your hands over the card, you recall getting all the others like this. Joy's, just after college, followed by Wendy and Seulgi some years later. You never really worried until last year when even the youngest of your friend group, Yeri, announced her wedding. And now Irene, the Irene who spent years swearing marriage wasn't for her and wouldn't be in her future, yet you held her announcement in your hands.

You don't even notice you're crying until the tears drop onto the table. Groaning in frustration at your emotions, you move to the kitchen to grab a box of tissues and another bottle of wine. It's hard, to feel like your life is passing by and you're stuck in one place, especially when everyone around you is moving past you as well. You never thought you were one to care about getting married, brushing off the concept of it especially when you first graduated college. But now you find yourself here all these years later, sitting alone in your apartment, no partner, no pet, no nothing whereas your friends were all getting married, buying houses, even Joy caring for her children. You sniffle as your open you second bottle of wine, pouring another glass and trying to think of all of the events of your life that may have led to this moment.

Jaehyun groans as he reaches to turn off his alarm clock. He's been working at his office job for years yet waking up this early is something he has never gotten used to. He takes his time getting out of the warmth of his sheets and makes his way to the bathroom, stopping along the way to grab his phone he left charging on his dresser. Picking it up, he feels confused and a bit worried when he finds there was three missed calls from you at 2:00am. He swallows as he moves to his messages, noticing you texted him merely an hour ago.

I miss you. It reads and he stares at it wondering if you had woken up early or if you stayed awake all night apparently calling and missing him. He lets out a groan, running a hand over his face before moving to reply to you. Dinner tonight at mine? 7pm. He clicks send before throwing his phone on the bed, moving to shower where he can question and regret his decision to invite you over once again.

You and Jaehyun met when you were early on in university. One of the many parties hosted by your mutual friends, you notice him standing alone in the kitchen and you're so taken aback by how handsome he was that you make your way over to him without much thought. Only a couple of months later and he was your boyfriend. To this day he was the best boyfriend you've ever had, the most caring, attentive, supportive man you've ever met. The two of you dated for 4 years, by far your longest relationship. It dwindled apart in the end because of the reality of life after college. Entering the real world gave insight to the differences in views you both had. Jaehyun wanted to take it slow, travel before eventually settling down but you were opposite. You grew up different than Jaehyun, where his parents both had successful jobs, your single mom worked two jobs just to feed you both. Whereas Jaehyun wanted to spend money traveling and relaxing straight after graduation, you knew that reality couldn't include you. You had loans and bills to pay that would require you to start working right away.

This reality is what led to the downfall of your relationship. There was no fighting or arguing, just the sad realization that the end had come. You accepted it quickly, you loved Jaehyun, truly, but you had come to terms with the fact that he would not be apart of your future.

Except that he was. The thing about having mutual friends is that you can't get rid of each other. Every birthday, celebration, holiday, gettogether, you would see each other. It was slightly awkward at first but once you both got used to the fact you would constantly be in each other's life, it was as if you were friends again. It was only a couple years ago that you both started to sleep with each other again. It was a messy night, at a summer bbq where Joy announced to everyone she was pregnant. Everyone celebrated with loads of drinks, minus the mother-to-be, and you even went a step further to celebrate by going home with your ex boyfriend.

You never mentioned it to anyone, keeping it your secret. Even as sleeping with him becomes more regular. You wouldn't compare your situation to that of a friends with benefits, it wasn't that often and you only saw each other during friends gatherings or the rare event you did go by his house. Even pursuing relationships with others but even when they failed, Jaehyun was always there as if you could rely on him to wait for you just in case.

The thing with Jaehyun is that he is comfortable and familiar. You had loved him so much during your time together that even having him now gives you a glimpse at the past. The past where you were loved, where you weren't so lonely.

"Are those snowdrops?", you smile as you take off your coat, taking in the small potted flowers that rest on the table near the entryway. Jaehyun hums, locking the door behind you before turning to take in the flowers as well, "Yeah, they were a gift for my anniversary at the office". He chuckles a bit before walking further into the apartment, rolling up the sleeves of his collared white shirt, clearly not having changed since coming home from work. You follow him into the kitchen, taking in the two plates of food set and ready on the island. Jaehyun moves to grab a couple of wine glasses, bringing them to the counter to pour a glass for you both. "I hope you don't mind pasta," he says, concentrated on serving. "Not at all, it looks delicious". He nods his head back towards the fridge behind him, "Do you mind grabbing the parmesan?" Moving to the fridge you freeze for a moment when you see Irene's announcement held to the fridge with a magnet. You gulp, opening the door and getting the cheese, "You got Irene's save the date too?"

He looks at you as he moves to sit, "Yeah, crazy right? Who would've thought she would be settling down." You take your seat beside him, humming in agreement. You both make small talk while you enjoy the food, talking about work, asking about each other families, catching up as you had not been alone with him in months. "So," he speaks, leaning back while using a napkin to clean his face. "Getting drunk on a weeknight huh? What's up with that?" You grimace, playing around with the leftover food on your plate, "Yeah, yeah. You don't need to make me feel more pathetic than I already do". He chuckles, "What? I just meant it's unlike you. Did something happen?"

No, you want to say, nothing as happened. Nothing at all, while everyone around you has something going on, you have nothing. "Was just having a rough day," You murmur instead, eyes automatically moving to the announcement on the fridge in front of you. You can see out of the corner of your eyes he turns to look at the paper too, so you make an excuse before he can bring it up, "Excuse me, I'm going to use the restroom". You make your way down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a shaky breath. You wash your hands, staring at yourself in the mirror with annoyance, you came here to forget the feeling that overwhelmed you last night, not relive it all over again.

With a deep breath you make your way back in the kitchen, seeing Jaehyun standing over the sink washing his hands after clearing the dishes. You step forward with a purpose, coming up behind him and wrapping your hands around his waist. He jumps a little, but move to turn the water off, drying his hands before turning to face you, leaning back against the counter as you trap him against it. "You alright?" he asks softly and you give him the best smile you could, nodding before reaching up to put your hands around his neck. You play with the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you, "Just want you," you mutter. "Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod without a second thought, "Positive".

He studies you for a moment before giving in, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own. His hands finally moving to hold you waist as you deepen the kiss, your tongue working its way into his mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his lips for some time longer before realizing you were still able to think. You didn't want to think, you only wanted to forget. You break your lips from his, moving to press slow lingering kisses against his jaw before moving to his neck. You know Jaehyun like the back of your hand so you move automatically to the spot just below his ear. Your teeth graze the spot lightly before you run your tongue over it, earning a quiet grown from the man. "Don't leave any marks," he mumbles and you have to agree no matter how tempting it was. You both are adults now and having hickies was no longer the same as when you were in college.

You let your lips wander along his neck a little longer before you drop to your knees in front of him, hands coming to undo his dress slacks. "Here?" he asks you, uncertain of getting a blowjob next to the sink. You pause, already taking in the ache of your knees from the hard tile. "Okay, maybe we can move to your bedroom". You both chuckle as he helps you up and walks you to his room. He takes matters into his own hands, removing his pants and underwear before sitting on the edge of the bed, hands coming up to unbutton his shirt as you move to your knees in front of him. You take him into your hand, he was only slightly hard from your kitchen escapades so you take your time running your hand over him to help him grow.

You look up at him as he finishes removing his shirt, tossing it on the bed behind him before he looks down to you. Upon having his attention solely on you, you meet his eyes moving your mouth downwards. Letting your tongue run over the head of his cock, your mouth comes to close over it as you hum around him. Your hand still works to get him as hard as possible and Jaehyun's own hand comes to tangle in your hair, soft sounds leaving his lips as you begin to take him further into the warmth of your mouth. Working steadily, you make yourself comfortable taking in as much of his length as you can without completely choking. It's easier when you hear the words of encouragement he gives you, taking the final push and lodging all of him in your throat as the shaky exhales of your nose hits against his pelvis. After sleeping with Jaehyun for years now, you know this is what he likes. His cock stuffing your mouth for as long as possible, so you did your best even now to appease him. Not long after your eyes begin to water and you close them in an attempt to focus on your breathing and ignore the sputtering of your throat around him.

"Look at me," he says gruffly, hand grasping your hair harshly to get your attention. Your scalp stings but you open your eyes nonetheless, barely seeing Jaehyun through your tears. He moans though, "That's my good girl," before moving your head off of him to finally catch your breath. You take deep breaths while you can, your hand moving once again over him, easier now that it's covered with your spit. Jaehyun uses his grip on your hair to make you face him, hurridley kissing you before running his tongue over yours. "Are you gunna let me fuck your throat?" he whispers against your lips and you whine in reply, nodding your head as best you could with his grip still tight in your hair.

Jaehyun stands from the bed, removing your hand from his cock and replacing it with his own. He jerks it a few times and he repositions you, your hands coming to grasp the back of his thighs to hold yourself steady and to tell him when you've had enough if need be. "There you go," He mutters out from above you as your eagarily take him into your mouth once again. His movements start off slow, getting you used to the intrusion again before he picks up his pace, head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

You close your eyes and focus on the feeling. Hearing Jaehyun's moan's above you, you welcome the stinging and lightness of your brain as you love the feeling of him using you. Of being useful for someone.

He finally pulls out, just barely, causing his cock to rest on your cheek as you turn to catch your breath. Jaehyun releases your hair, hand running over your head to sooth you. He kneels to match your height, moving to kiss you again now that your breathing was less erratic. "I want you to fuck me," You say almost breathlessly. He hums against your lips, helping you up so you both can move atop his bed. He lays you back against his pillows, still hungrily kissing you, hands running down your thighs, but you move to grasp them. "I want you now," you state. He pauses looking at your eyes, "Just like this?" He asks, not used to not preparing you beforehand. You nod, giving him a smile of encouragement, "Wanna feel you now," you say moving to kiss him. He enjoys your kisses for another moment before moving to grab a condom from his nightstand.

You watch in silence as he puts it on himself, your hand moving downwards to slightly rub against your slit as you take him in. You're craving the stretch of him, the burn much like before that lingers in your throat and was so good that it made you forget how to think.

"You sure?" He asks once again as he settles over you, left arm settled on the bed beside you as his right hand takes a hold of his cock as he moves it along your folds. "Positive", you say already breathless from anticipation. Jaehyun pushes inside of you, moving as slow as possible but you encourage him to fill you up completely. Your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of his cock stretching you, your hands coming to grasp onto his shoulders. Jaehyun's breath deepens as he groans, moving forwards to place kisses along your jaw. He stills once he's in you fully, but you shake your head slightly, "Keep going,". His face stays put near your neck but his hips begin to move slowly, drawing a moan out of you.

You let yourself drown in the pleasure of Jaehyun that night. You hold him close to you the whole time, your chests presses together and he fucks you into his bed. Your arms around his back so you can feel him completely, so you can feel him everywhere. Even as you both cum you grip tightly onto him as your body trembles.

When you finally do release him from your arms, he moves to clean you up, pressing kisses into your forehead. Once you can move, you excuse yourself to the bathroom where you clean up even more and try to hide the fact that you're crying. You feel slightly better so you move to join him in his bed once again, tucking yourself under the blankets as you rest on your back. You close your eyes and take a deep breath but you can sense Jaehyun is looking at you. "You okay?" he finally breaks the silence. Perhaps he heard you in the bathroom, or maybe the redness around your eyes gave it away. Or maybe, he felt your desperation as you held him closely to you that night.

You lay silently for awhile before you answer him, "It's so hard to be lonely".

Jaehyun clearly remembers the party that took place early on in his University days. He was having a bad day, having just got a failing grade on a test so he mostly stuck to himself in the kitchen. He was surprised when you approached him, at first not really in the mood to make conversation but you were persistent and eventually he brightened.

He didn't know at the time how much he would come to love you. Only months later he had spent time making a playlist perfect for you before presenting it to you over your favorite meal and asking you to officially be his girlfriend. He still thinks those were the best 4 years of his life. You two were perfect for each other, loving and supportive, always there for one another. Jaehyun loved you with everything he was so when you both finally graduated he wasn't nervous, but excited about what was to come for your relationship.

He knew he has always been a dreamer whereas you were more set thinking about the present reality. That's why you were already applying to jobs before you graduated when he was planning up destinations he wanted to visit with you. Jaehyun realized it was really over for you both when he couldn't convince you to travel with him. Your whole friend group planned 2 weeks going across Europe to celebrate but you had already accepted a job. He tried his hardest to convince you to come along, traveling would be good for you, having just finished with a stressful degree you deserve some time off. But you refused, already stressed about the expenses of being an adult. He couldn't fault you, knowing the reality of money as a new graduate was daunting, but he truly hoped to spend some more time with you before entering the real world himself. It hurt more than anything to let you go. Jaehyun was a dreamer. In the years that you spent together, Jaehyun only dreamt of countless more. He dreamt of a big wedding, a small cozy house, a daughter that looked just like you. These were the things Jaehyun wanted more than anything. So it pained him to realize you might not be apart of his future at all. Except that you were. It hurt to let you go, but having to continuously see you afterwards may have hurt him even more. He knew it would be inevitable since your circles are intertwined, but having to see you when he was still painfully in love with you was harder than he thought it would be.

He still tried though, traveling when he could, working hard at his job, testing the waters with new people. Then came the fateful bbq where he had somehow let you convince him to go home with you. It was easy honestly, he loved you so much there wasn't much he wouldn't do for you. But when he let it slip to a couple of his closest friends that you were casually sleeping together from time to time, they gave him worried looks. They warned him it wasn't the best idea when he clearly loved you but you were no longer on the same page. They told him it would only hurt him in the end. And it does, it does hurt him every time you reach out and he knows he's just some kind of last resort, only when you're feeling extra lonely.

But the thing with you is that you're comfortable and familiar. Though you're both grown, you're still that girl he fell in love with in University. The one he dreamed of marrying and having kids with. Jaehyun is a dreamer and he dreams that there is still a reality where this future will come true. That he will continue to answer your calls until you're his again because he still loves you the same way he did when you were together.

It was a hot Spring day and Irene's backyard was crowded with her friends. Now that the weather was better she and her fiancé are throwing a small party to celebrate their engagement. Jaehyun stood under the porch, seeking shelter from the burning sun, the cold beer bottle in his hand helping to keep him cool. He stares at you across the way, legs dipped in the pool as you sit besides Joy, holding her daughter in your lap.

His heart aches in moments like these, wishing more than anything that you both were married yourselves and you had a daughter of your own to look after. He takes a longer swig of his drink when he notices Johnny come up beside him. He ignores his friend in favor of his small daughter he was holding, cheeks rosy from the heat and large smile on her face as she sees her favorite uncle. "Hi, baby," he coos to her automatically handing Johnny his drink so he can take the baby into his own arms. He hoists her above his head as she giggles, bringing her back down to place a kiss on her red cheek before settling her safely on his hip.

"Whatcha doing over here all on your own?" Johnny asks as he grabs a drink for himself from the ice chest. Jaehyun hums, attention still mostly on the baby, "Just trying to stay cool". Johnny takes a sip from his drink, "That's good, I thought you were pining over your ex girlfriend for a second". Jaehyun sends his friend a glare before rolling his eyes. "You seeing her again?" he asks and Jaehyun clears his throat, never one to lie to his friends. "Yeah". "Seeing each other or sleeping with each other?" He asks again and Jaehyun huffs, "It doesn't matter. But we've been seeing each other more than usual".

Johnny stomach turns at the hopefulness in Jaehyun's voice, he sighs, "You can't keep doing this yourself Jaehyun". But Jaehyun only starts to tickle the baby's stomach, smiling at her small laughter. "I'm not doing anything". He says plainly, and now Johnny rolls his eyes. "You're holding on to an old relationship when you need to move on. It's not fair she treats you like this, stringing you along only when she wants to have a good time. You don't deserve that, you deserve to move on and find proper, healthy relationship".

Jaehyun doesn't expect Johnny to say such things on a afternoon surrounded by their friends but it sends cold feeling through him. He merely turns to the baby to place a kiss on her soft hair, "Okay Snowdrop, go back with your daddy for now, Uncle Jae has to use the bathroom". He slips Johnny back his daughter before silently heading inside. It hurts to hear those words from his friend, but he thinks it hurts worse because he knows he's right.

Johnny's words stuck with Jaehyun throughout the rest of the week. He was used to these warnings, usually brushing them off to keep his hope for you, but there was something different about this time around. He's already seen you a couple times since Irene's party. In the past this would delight him, give him something to hold onto, but he knows the reality of your situation now. He noticed the way you looked at that announcement that night, the fact that your best friend was getting married is what drove you to him. He hadn't been naive in the past, knowing you only came to him because you were lonely, but for some reason it feels much worse now.

Instead of a hookup call every couple of months, you've been in constant contact with him since you had got drunk and called him. Jaehyun stomach turns when he figures you might be wanting more that just a hookup. You should be happy, he tells himself, this is what you always wanted, get her back. But for once his rational side is stronger realizing the timing of it all, you truly don't want him, you just don't want to be alone.

You were over for dinner once again but Jaehyun was on edge the whole time. The conversation was light and he seemed dazed. "Are you alright?" You ask him as you load the dishwasher for him, sparing him a glance as he twirls the wine around in his glass. He hums sending a nod, looking up at you as you dry your hand on a towel. You send him a small smile, "So I was thinking, my work trip next month is at some fancy resort just outside the city. It's all inclusive, spa, pool, amazing restaurants. And I can have a plus one".

Jaehyun closes his eyes and huffs, "Don't start this shit". He looks at you in time to see your shocked expression, "Excuse me?" you let you, moving to grab the counter. "Don't start acting like we're together," he says your name firmly, "We haven't been together in years. You haven't wanted me in years, don't start acting like you do now". He chugs down the rest of his drink. He can see from your face you're hurt, but he doesn't understand how you could be. You seem to gather yourself before speaking again, "That was the past, Jaehyun. This is now, I thought you knew when I reached out it was for something more. I told you I missed you". He rolls his eyes, thankful he was able to be strong. Perhaps if Johnny hadn't said those words to him this past weekend he would've already agreed to your trip, moving to look at this fancy hotel online, enjoying you before you decided you weren't lonely enough to resort to him anymore.

He says your name softly, "I know that's not true. You don't miss me, you miss having someone to have around". You avert your gaze, maybe ashamed he called you out. "I'm tired of this, I'm tired of being your fucking backup plan". You shake your head at him before speaking, voice coming out as a quiet whisper, eyes watering as you look at him, "Why won't you love me?"

Jaehyun abruptly stands from his seat, slamming his hand against the counter which makes you jump, "Don't!", he's nearly yelling, "Just stop, why would you-how dare you even say that to me!" A couple of tears have made their way down your face but Jaehyun only sees red, "You have no right to say that to me, not when I'm the only one who has shown love in all the years we've known each other". He can tell from your face the sadness is leaving your body as you become angry, "That is not true!" "Since we broke up-" he states but you cut him off, "You don't know anything about how I feel, how I felt for you all this time".

Jaehyun knows it was wrong of him to claim you didn't love him all the years you were together, you were nothing but a loving and caring girlfriend. But the anger get the best of him, especially knowing you haven't truly loved him in years. At least, not the same love he felt for you.

He takes deep breaths, trying to stop himself from speaking anymore. Not wanting to say anything worse while he's so angry, he merely watches as you stand across from him looking sad. Looking sad and beautiful and like his girlfriend he fell in love with.

Anger clouds Jaehyun's head, or possibly his love for you. He takes two steps to reach you before grabbing your face in his hands, pausing for a moment to see if you pull away from him. When you don't, he slams his lips against yours. You kiss him back, both of you sharing your frustrations through your lips. You move to grab onto his shirt to pull him closer to you, his hips slamming against yours, your back pushing almost painfully into the counter. Jaehyun roughly bites on your lips, causing you to whimper but he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You both kiss rushed and messily, hands running along each other's bodies as if you were in a hurry.

Jaehyun uses his knee to push between your legs, making you spread your legs wider. One of his hands makes its way down your body, stopping to grab your thigh roughly before his fingers soothingly run up under your dress, reaching to touch you through your panties. You groan into his mouth as he pushes against your clit, running up and down the cloth a few times before he decides it was enough.

He slips the material to the side to access your wetness, fingers touching you as his tongue still roams your mouth eagerly. He pushes his middle finger into your hole, knowing you were ready for him, yet the tightness he feels still causes a groan to leave his mouth. Jaehyun works a second finger into you, both of them moving against your walls quickly but still hitting all the right spots. Your mouth falls open as you grip his forearm, he can feel your nails digging into his arm and it only urges him to go faster. He moves his mouth to messily kiss along your jaw and down your neck, roughly biting into the soft skin every now and again. "Please, Jaehyun," you call out in a mixture of a whine and a moan causing his heart to pound firmly against his chest.

"C'mon, baby," he huskily says into your ear. His fingers are moving faster and he curls them in order to make your feel the best, his palm just at the right angle to rub against you. "There you go, cum for me" he says as he feels you tightening around him, your head thrown back in pleasure. He slows his pace but keeps moving his fingers inside of you, watching your face until your eyebrows furrow and attempt to stop his hand from moving. He pulls his fingers out, resting them on your thigh before he moves his mouth over to kiss you again. His lips are much slower against your own now. The two of you continue to kiss with this pace, just slow, almost passionate as you move against each other. In the end he can't hold out any longer, so he moves to undo his pants, taking his hard cock out of its confines.

He rubs himself in his hand a few times, the logical part of his brain reminding him he should be smart and run to the bedroom to get a condom really quick. But his brain is still clouded and not using a condom only tempted him. You don't move to object either as he lifts one of your legs up over his hip, pulling your panties to the side once again, before lining up his cock with your entrance. He rubs his tip against you, looking into your eyes to see if you want him to stop, breathing heavily when you merely nod your head to get him to continue. At your encouragement he slowly pushed himself inside of you, both of you emitting sounds of pleasure at the intrusion.

Jaehyun goes back to kissing you as he waits for your to be comfortable around him, enjoying the feeling of your hand running up his arm. When he finally moves it seems like he can't stop, his thrusts becoming faster as he feels your warmth around him without a barrier.

His mind only becomes more clouded as he has you like this, nothing in between you both. He can see your wetness coating his bare cock as he glances down to see where you meet. "Looks so good," he grumbles, "Feels even better". He says it quietly as if he isn't sure if he's telling you or himself. He picks up the pace, hand gripping your thigh tighter, "Can't believe you're letting me fuck you raw like this, huh,". He pushes his forehead against your own but you can barely keep your eyes open at the pleasure.

"Maybe I should fuck a baby into you, what do you think?" He mumbles against your lips and you whine his name in return. Jaehyun knows he shouldn't be saying stuff like this, especially now after fighting over your so-called relationship. Not when it's such a touchy subject for you both. But his head is so filled with desire, desire for you, desire for something more in life with you, that these things are slipping freely past his lips.

"Mm, that's right. Let me cum inside you, baby. I'll fill you up so nicely". His mouth is lose at this point, words tumbling off his lips he knows he will regret later. "Please, Jaehyun," you moan back to him, "Please cum inside". "Shit," he curses as you encourage him, hips knocking into yours as he reaches his end. Spilling his warmth deep inside of you, he feels amazing now, ears ringing and hands roaming your body. He kisses you before he can think too much, before he comes to his senses and realize what he has done. For now he will just bask in the afterglow.

The both of you are now settled onto his couch. A large blanket covers the two of you as you have cleaned up and now lay watching a random movie he found on t.v. You're head is against his chest as he plays with your hair and you feel so tired. Physically and mentally. Tired of holding onto Jaehyun and relying on him as your only source of comfort. He doesn't deserve that and frankly neither do you. Yet neither of you can seem to stop.

"Why do we keep holding onto each other?" you whisper out to him, breaking the long silence between you both.

"You hold onto me because I make you feel less lonely," he speaks back, hand roaming down your arm to play with your fingers, "And I hold onto you because I'm in love with you".

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[mangosrar]

Him first.

chris sturniolo x fem reader

part 3 of middle game!!!

part 1 here, part 2 here , part 4 here.

mentions of sex

A fortnight, 2 weeks, 14 days. A whole 336 hours had passed since you last saw Chris Sturniolos face. You had been avoiding him at all costs. However, this also resulted in you ignoring Matt and Nick too. You hadn't answered any of their texts or calls, despite their relentless efforts. Chris had even gone as far as showing up to your house, he spent at least half an hour banging on your front door telling you "I know you're in there just hear me out" resulting in you telling him to take his boom box and get fucked.

Within these 2 weeks, a lot had changed. The day after the party you and Jasper had broken up for obvious reasons, he was angry and hurt, but considering he was a complete and total ass, and so full of himself, he could use the hit to his ego to take him down a few pegs. You had completely isolated yourself from the outside world, not leaving your apartment other than to take out the trash. Your phone had been neglected, going days without charge. Truth was, being lonely was dangerous. Its addicting and once you see how peaceful it is, it becomes a desperate need.

Well all good things must come to an end eventually, and here you were, outside their house, trying to work up the courage to knock. You were absolutely fine with never seeing any of them again, purely for the fact you weren't sure you could face them without throwing up, especially Chris. But Nick at least deserved an explanation. Do it Rue. Just knock pussy. DO IT. But he had you beat.

"Rue hey" His face was one of shock and a little bit of confusion but he was pleasant none the less.

"Hey Matt... um i just came by to see Nick, sorry its un announced, i just....." you trailed off not really knowing how to explain but he nodded his head in understanding.

"Chris and Nick are out right now but they should be home soon, you're more than welcome to come in and wait?" he opened the door further, urging you to come in.

There was a moment of hesitation. The fear of having to actually see Chris fore fronting your mind.

"Sure" now or never Rue.

You sat awkwardly on the couch. It has never been like this. usually you were sprawled out, legs resting on the coffee table or one of the boys, smile on your face. But now you were scared to sit too far back, a heavy feeling hanging in the air. Matt had curtly followed you to the living room, not wanting to be rude, but it was obvious he could too feel the awkwardness.

He cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking.

"I think you should hear him out Victoria, he has been beating himself up ever since that night and i don't know how much longer i can watch my brother hate himself over this whole thing" he spoke with his hands, furthering his point.

"He should be beating himself up Matt. What he did was wrong and he's not the only one suffering. Jasper and i broke up." you were annoyed. Usually you saw Matt as the level headed one but right now you wanted to scream. How was he defending Chris.

"Sophie and Chris broke up too. But you both did this Rue. You both cheated. You both lied. You're both in the wrong. You cannot put all the blame on Chris when its just as much your fault as it is his. Sure the way he went about it wasn't the best but he meant well, he never wanted to hurt you." And before you could even reply, you heard the front door open and lazy footsteps stomping up the stairs. You were sure you could see your heart beating in your chest. Your hands were sweating and you felt sort of dizzy.

The first face to appear round the corner was Nicks. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. His face was unreadable. You couldn't tell if he was angry at you or happy to see you. You heard a faint and confused 'what' from Chris, after seeing Nicks reaction to whatever mystery the living room held.

His face was next to appear, that gorgeous, chiselled, beautiful face you loved. You watched it fall and the colour drain from it. He was definitely not expecting you.

"Rue" his voice was so quiet you barely heard it. It seemed like it was more of a justification for himself that you were actually there Infront of him.

Your eyes were locked on his, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you reminded yourself of why you came here and made your way over to Nick.

"No" Nicks sharp tone took you back. He held up a hand in front of you, preventing you from coming any closer.

"Nick just hear me out okay?" Your voice was shaking and tears were threatening to fill your water line.

"Him first". He pointed to Chris, his gaze never leaving yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris raise his eyebrows in surprise, he obviously was not expecting that either. Nicks voice was stern and you knew there was no way you were getting out of this. You looked at him with pleading eyes but he was already motioning matt to follow him away, ushering him out the room.

There was no getting out of this, he looked so weary of you, like he was waiting for you to make your escape. Even if you tried to run he would catch you, there was no way you weren't hearing this. The fact that you were so close he could reach out and touch you was tortuous, the only thing stopping him was the wedge he had plunged between the two of you. He wanted to scream, to go back in time and yell in the face of his past self, to tell him that was the stupidest decision he would ever make. He took a step closer to you testing the waters, stopping in his tracks when you moved away. He hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets before speaking.

"I know there's nothing i can say or do to make this okay Rue but you have to listen to me. I have been going crazy these past two weeks, and honestly before that, i don't know why i haven't acted on it before but i guess i was scared or insecure or... i don't even know but," he paused, staring deep into your eyes, trying to make you realise how honest he was being. "i know that i love you. I know that every time we hung out or hooked up i was dreading you leaving, i know that i hated seeing you with Jasper, i know that every time i kissed Sophie i wished it was you, i know that i cannot let you go as easily as i did before and i know that if i do i will never forgive myself for it. So please Rue, forgive me, show me how i can love you, show me how i can be enough for you".

You were speechless, the tears that threatened to spill were now full fledge running down your face and neck. You had never seen him like this. In all the times you had had sex, spent days together, late night drives, pillow talk, you had never seen him in such a venerable state. He had ripped his heart out of his body and put it on display for you to examine, with no shame at all. He took your silence as an indication to carry on speaking.

"I don't know if this will change anything or if you will continue to hate me for the rest of my life but god Rue, it hurts, i love you so much it hurts, i love you so much i don't think you understand, you're all i think about, i find you everywhere, everything reminds me of you, my sheets smell like you, my home smells like you, there are pieces of you everywhere Victoria, i can't escape it and i don't want to, i want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of my life, so please try not to hate me Rue". How sweet his voice came out, how his lips had caressed every word like he knew exactly which place in your chest they fit into, taking that space in your heart you had made for him and making it bigger and bigger. His eyes were full of honesty. No matter how hard you tried to find even a fraction of uncertainty, it was a losing battle. His gaze gained a fraction of hope the longer you stared at him, absolutely bewildered with his words, he could see your walls slowly crumbling. This was it.

"How could i hate you" that was all you could muster up. The only words that would even form in your mind. His face lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes glowed in your presence.

He wasted no time leaping forward and grabbing your face, almost knocking you over in the process, and kissing you like he would never get the chance again, it was full of passion and love, lungs so deprived of air, you were sure that if it lasted just a second longer you would die.

You both pulled back, foreheads resting together, catching your breath.

"I cant believe I actually just said all that sloppy corny shit" Chris's words were hushed, but his face never changed from that of adoration and love.

You couldn't help but throw your head back to let out a laugh and if Chris could've bottled the sound and got drunk on it, he would have.

literally posting this as i’m boarding my flight 😛😛😛😛

1 more part after this y’all enjoy 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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[babydollmarauders]

BABE — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

pt 2

summary: in which y/n’s biggest fear comes true, and she tries to work past it but inevitably can’t.

notes: this is all angst. if you’re wanting a redeeming and loving Jack then you will not find him in this, but i do have other fics like that.

warnings: cheating, arguments

useless notes: another Taylor Swift inspired fic. are we surprised? probably not. should i be working on the next part of the Midnights Fic List? maybe. but instead i just spent three hours writing whatever this is

i stare at my phone screen, no longer able to make out the photo but that doesn’t matter because it’s seared into my brain now. i close my eyes, letting tears roll down my cheeks, but all i can see is that photo. Jack, his hands on another girls waist and her lips on his neck.

i feared this day would come, i just hoped it never would. and i can’t help but put some blame on myself. was i not good enough? should i have come with him on the roadie? i know he’s said before that i shouldn’t feel pressured to go, but i know so many other WAGS do. maybe if i had taken the time off from work to come then this wouldn’t have happened. but i didn’t do that. and now here i sit, at home in our apartment, while he’s in Texas, probably peacefully sleeping by now, next to another girl.

when i had first opened up to Jack about my insecurities and my fears, about my past with men who previously cheated on me and strung me along because i was so forgiving, he had promised me this would never happen. told me i was the only one he ever wanted and that if he ever felt like he wanted to be with someone else, he would have the decency to break up with me first and not string me along. but here we are.

this photo wasn’t what i was expecting to see when i decided to open twitter. i was expecting lots of celebratory tweets after the Devils win against the Stars, but then this picture was the first thing that popped up on my timeline. the user speculating that Jack and i broke up. we didn’t.

i finally open my eyes again, my vision clearer now that the tears have spilled over, i run my thumb over the screen, scrolling through my feed.

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@HUGHESLVR86: i see everyone on here sharing the photo from that girls insta story and speculating that Jack and y/n broke up but… have y’all thought about the possibility that maybe they didn’t? i know we all want to believe that Jack would never cheat but maybe we don’t know him.

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@HUGHESISKARMA: guys, both y/n AND jack still have their pics together up on insta. leading me to believe that maybe they’re still together. in which case i feel for her right now. stop spreading that photo.

- liked by @y/nontwt

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my scrolling is stopped by an incoming text from Jack’s brother.

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FROM: Huggy 🧸

y/n, i’m sorry. i don’t know what he was thinking, if he was even thinking at all. please call me if you need someone to talk to. i’m here for you. even after you guys break up, you’ll still be my little sister.

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Quinn’s sweet text only brings me more tears. not from his kind words, but from the fact that he thinks we’ll break up. because i know myself, and i know that if Jack comes home tomorrow apologizing and promising to never do it again, i won’t be able to get the courage to leave him. and i wonder what everyone will think of me. this isn’t like in the past. he’s in the limelight, everyone will know.

i fall asleep on the couch, crying and hoping that when i wake up, this will all have been a dream.

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i wake up to the sound of the front door shutting and a heavy thud hitting the floor. and for a second, i’m excited to see my boyfriend. but then i remember why i’m on the couch. why my eyes are sore. it wasn’t just another night of falling asleep watching netflix. he cheated on me.

Jack’s footsteps halt at the living room entrance, and i look up to see him watching me. and when he sees my red puffy eyes and tear stains on my face, i know he knows that i know. his eyes are full of regret, that much i can see. he slowly makes his way over to the couch, gauging my reaction, and sits down on the other side, away from me. more tears build up in my eyes and i let them slowly roll down my cheeks, washing away the old tear tracks and leaving new ones in their place.

“you promised.” my voice is barely above a whisper, but it still cracks.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i am. i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk and she came up to me and i just— there’s no excuse.” he shakes his head before placing it in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean for it to happen. and it won’t happen again. i swear. it was a mistake, and i- i- i swear on my life. it won’t happen again.”

i manage a weak nod. proving myself right from last night. i can’t leave. what is wrong with me? why can’t i leave? why can’t i just accept that he did it once and he’ll more than likely do it again, so i should get out of the relationship before he breaks me even more?

“okay.” i whisper. “i believe you.”

he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a hopeful face.

“you’re not leaving?” he asks.

“no. i’m not leaving, Jack.” i tell him. “i love you. and if you tell me it was a mistake and it won’t happen again, then i believe you.”

he moves to the cushion beside me, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i promise. i swear it. it won’t happen again.”

“okay.”

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as i predicted, everyone knows. it’s been three weeks since Jack came home and confessed, and last night he took me on a date. i posted some pictures from last night on insta, and the comments have been all about what happened three weeks ago.

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@user1: oh, she’s still with him??

@jackhughes: I love you babygirl

@y/noninsta: i love you to the moon & to saturn

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@y/noninsta: your face is cringe

@user2: idk how she can stay with him after that photo

@user3: fr! i would’ve been out of there so quick

@_quinnhughes: that second pic was a jump scare. you put his ugly mug on here but not your pretty face sis?

@y/noninsta: this is why you’re my favorite hughes brother

@lhughes_06: @y/noninsta what am i?! chopped liver?! i at least deserve to be ranked higher than Jack

@_quinnhughes: @lhughes_06 bro wtf

@user4: wow, kinda just lost a little respect for her ngl

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my eyes well with tears and i take a loaded breath. my heart burns, and when i close my eyes, it’s the same way it’s been the past three weeks. all i can see is that stupid picture. i thought i could do this, but it hurts differently than in the past. in the past, i was able to move past it until it happened again, but this time, my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. every time i look at him, my heart breaks all over again remembering that he was with another girl.

i set my phone down on the couch beside me, and stare at the wall. i know what i have to do, but i don’t know if i can.

“hey babe, i’m heading out with the guys.” Jack walks into the living room, slipping his jacket on. but when he sees me, he freezes. “hey, what’s wrong?”

“i can’t do this.” my voice cracks, and now that i’ve finally said it, i feel a weight lifted off my chest.

“what?” Jack comes to stand in front of me. “c’mon don’t say that.”

“no. Jack, i really- i really can’t do this.” i tell him.

“i thought we worked past this? i thought you said it was okay. i told you, it was a mistake.” he crouches down in front of me to look at my face, and the walls i’ve built to hold myself up finally come crashing down. i look at his face and all i can think of is that picture.

“i know but, ever since you admitted it, i keep picturing her lips on your neck. i can’t unsee it, Jack.” i stand on shaky legs and he rises in tandem. “i hate that because of you, i can’t love you. not like i used to. because if we keep doing this— this thing, then i’m just gonna continue to worry even more than before. every time you leave, i’m gonna wonder if you’re out there sleeping with another girl. again.”

“that’s not fair.” he shakes his head.

“you’re right. it’s not.” i admit. “which is why i need to leave, Jack. i really hope you can understand that. it’s not fair on me. to constantly have to wonder who you’re with. or what you’re doing. and i can’t take that. i can’t trust you anymore, Jack.”

“so you can come on roadies with me until you trust me again.” he suggests, and the thought just makes me even more upset.

“i can’t just drop everything to go on the road with you multiple times a month! i have a job, Jack.” i tell him.

“so quit your job. i make plenty to take care of us.”

“you want me to quit the job, that i’ve worked so hard to get, so i can come on the road and babysit you to make sure you don’t cheat on me again?” i ask. “which will provide me with nothing to fall back on when you do inevitably do something again, and i actually decide to leave.”

“but i’m not gonna do anything!” he defends.

“yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the last two years and look how that turned out.”

“yeah, and i didn’t do anything for two years! you can’t cut me some slack?” he argues and i put my hands together in a slow clap.

“you’re right, Jack. you waited two years to cheat on me. do you want a medal? a trophy?” i say. “yes, you didn’t do it for two years, but you still did it eventually. after you promised me you never would. you broke your promise.”

“so you’re just gonna throw this all away over a mistake?” he asks.

“i’m not the one who’s throwing this away. you did when you decided to get with another girl. in public. i’m just making sure i don’t get hurt again.” i tell him. i make my way to our bedroom, Jack following behind me.

“y/n, i’m sorry. okay? i’m sorry! i made a mistake. i told you it won’t happen again.” i ignore him, pulling my suitcase from under our bed and start randomly throwing clothes and an assortment of my things inside of it. “babe, let’s talk about this. c’mon. yes, okay, i slept with another girl. yes, i was caught. but if you didn’t know, wouldn’t that have been worse?”

his words make me freeze, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. i turn to him.

“caught? Jack, is this the first time you’ve cheated on me?” he avoids eye contact and i swallow a lump in my throat. “Jack. tell me.”

“no.” it feels like my heart has shattered in my chest. the fragments getting caught in my lungs as i struggle to breathe. when i finally let out a shaky breath, it turns into a sob and i collapse to my knees in front of our bed.

this entire time he’s had me fooled. playing the role of doting boyfriend. when instead he was going behind my back. i don’t even know how many times, but it proves he was lying when he said it was a mistake.

i feel Jack’s hands settle on my back, trying to rub it and soothe me but i push them off and collect myself. i continue rushing around the room, packing my bag faster than before. zipping it up, i pull it off the bed and walk out of the room again, Jack trailing behind me once more.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he tells me, when i stop at the front door, slipping my shoes on. i grab my keys from the dish by the door and unclip the house key, setting it on the table.

“yeah, i am too.” i tell him, opening the door. “bye, Jack.”

i step out, shutting the door behind me, my tears blurring my vision as i head out of the apartment complex and to my car. i’m able to place my suitcase in my trunk and slip into the drivers seat before i breakdown again.

i don’t even know where to go. Jack was the only person i had here.

i pull out my phone, typing up a text to my boss and telling her there’s been an emergency and i’ll be using my built up two months of paid time off, before scrolling in my contacts and typing on the name of the only person i can think of right now. i put the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring for a few minutes before they pick up.

“hello?”

“Quinn.” i don’t manage to get another word out before i let out another sob.

“i’m booking you a plane ticket right now. it’s okay, y/n/n. it’ll be okay.”

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Road Trip (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader

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Lizzies POV:

"Let's go hoooooe" I beep my horn over and over waiting for my bestfriend y/n she takes so fucking long this bitch she literally said I'm ready come pick me up and she's not ready I love her but sometimes I wanna strangle her "ugh finally I've been waiting 10 minutes" I huff turning to her as she laughs "calm your panties lizzies let's get this show on the road I'm so excited" she leans over to hug me as I pretend I don't want her too she's so fucking beautiful I love to spend as much time with her as possible so 16 hours on the road alone in the car is perfect, she's had my heart for the last 5 years I've never had the courage to do anything about I don't wanna ruin our friendship I love her to much but I can't help but constantly check her out "ok I forgive you loser let's go, I'll drive the first few hours then we can find somewhere to chill and sleep then you take the next few hours tomorrow and so on" I explain we could easily do the 16 hours in one go but this trip is about us spending a few days together because we don't get to see each other often "that sounds perfect lizzie" she smiles sweetly god her smile, we start our drive talking and enjoying each other company laughing like mad men

 Y/ns POV:

"No way your boss said that??" She asks in complete shock I can't help but giggle "yeah he did can you believe he thought I wanted to sleep with him I've worked there for 3 years and the idiot hasn't realised I'm into women" I say smirking at lizzie "yeah no offence y/n all anyone has to do is spent 20 minutes with you to know your a lady lover" she says in a flirty tone I laugh and sigh leaning my head back against the head rest, yes lizzie I'm completely for the ladies but I only want you, I think as I would never tell her that I don't want to lose her and if I let my stupid feelings get in the way I'd lose her she'd never speak to me again "hey give me your phone I wanna put music on" I say as I rest my hand on hers andshe smiles "its right there y/n" she says pointing down to where the drinks sit, I grab her phone and unlock it "awh we are so fucking cute" I say referring to the photo of us as her lockscreen and I think she's blushing "we still have 2 hours to go wanna stop and get some food and blankets and pillows" she smiles at me "yessssss babes sounds like a plan to me" I jump excitedly in my seat and she giggles at my antics we pull in to Mcdonalds and get some food after half an hour we walk over to target to get blankets and pillows "ohhh lizzie we should get snacks for watching Netflix" I suggest "that's actually a great idea" we grab lots of snacks and drinks and I grab a box of tissues incase lizzie needs to pee "let's go find the perfect spot to set up by the time we get there the sun should just be setting " I say in a calm tone "mmh I love the sunset its so beautiful " lizzie says as I pack the stuff into the car

we spend the remaining 2 hours in a comfortable silence occasionally chatting about stuff that we could watch, we've settled for big momma and big momma 2 she always gets her way but fuck she's so precious I could never say no to her, we find the perfect spot and park up with a perfect view of the sunset I grab her hand as we sit and watch it until it disappears "let's get the car all cosy and we can set up the movie" I whisper as I get out and open the back doors and put the back seats down and fix a few blankets down so we're comfortable I then fix the pillows and grab a few blankets to cover us "everything's ready ma'am just need your laptop" I say smiling as lizzie gets into the back smiling "this is beautiful y/n" I blush and look down "I'm going to get stripped I normally sleep naked but obvs I'm not over the next few days so is it OK if I wear my boxers and sports bra?" I question shyly and she giggles "of course that's fine y/n same here as long as you don't mind me in my bra and panties" I gulp and blush at the thought "no uh thats fine" I whisper nervously and strip my clothes off leaving me in my boxers and sports bra I climb into the back and get under the covers after a few minutes lizzie joins me as I set the laptop up and play the movie.

Lizzies POV:

Fuck I'm trying to focus on the movie but I can't y/n is half naked laying right against me thank god she fell asleep because I'm panicking here "mmh there fuck.." wait a minute is she moaning Holy fucking shit I notice the blanket poking up and instantly lift it to look under fuck she has a hard on yep she was definitely moaning "fuck lizzie..take it ju..st like that" I instantly freeze was she moaning my name fuck I feel the wetness instantly pooling in my panties "lizzie..uhhh god yy..es" the sound of her moaning my name alone is enough to make me cum fuck, I need to wake her up "hey y/n wake up babe y/n" I whisper shaking her as she wakes up and opens her eyes wide as she sees me "oh hey lizzie is everything ok what time is it " god  even her saying my name now I'm only gonna think of her moaning it 

Y/ns POV:

I woke up and instantly knew I had a hard on shit I hope she doesn't see it I had a sex dream about lizzie it's nothing new but I freaked out inside when she woke me up because I've never had a sex dream about her while she's laying beside me I move a little and try to hide my dick "where you dreaming about me" I freeze as the words leave her mouth how does she know "you where moaning alot and you moaned my name" she says as if she read my mind "I'm so sorry liz I had no control over my dream please don't hate me" she giggles and pulls the blankets off and climbs ontop of me oh god what is happening "oh shut up and do something about it" I smirk and unclip her bra letting her perfect tits fall out I automatically latch my mouth around her nipple as she grinds into my raging hard on "fuck lizzie that feels amazing" i moan against her nipple as she continues "lizzie you are fucking soaked I groan" she blushes and looks into my eyes "how do you know y/n" I smirk and bite my lip "your pussy is that wet its soaked my boxers I can feel it on my cock " i tease kissing her neck "ugggh just fuck me y/n I've waited to long for this" she moans as I flip us and take my boxers off and slide her panties off fuck the sight of her soaked core is making me harder "mmh fuck you look fucking amazing "I moan as I run my fingers through her wet folds earning a moan for my best friend "put it in y/n fuck me" I moan at her assertion and do as I'm told I line my cock up to her entrance and slide in slowly "fuckkk lizzie you feel so fucking good" I moan pushing my entire length inside the moaning blonde under me "yessss fuck y/n youre so big sh..it" I gave her a minute to adjust before I start thrusting my hips slowly making sure to hit the right spots as I thrust, fuck I never knew my best friend sounded so fucking sexy moaning my name "yes yes yes y/n right...there fuck dont fucking stooop" she screams as I pick up my pace fucking her harder and faster "I'm cummmmming oh holy fucking shit im cumming" she screams out like a pornstar I feel her pussy walls squeeze my cock as I hold back my orgasm and she cums all over my cock "good girl" I moan slowling my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "fuck y/n you feel amazing inside me" she pants out her hands gripping my biceps as she tries to steady her breathing, I keep my dick inside her and move her legs over my shoulder "do you have one more lizzie" I moan thrusting slowly leaning down to place a gently kiss on on her lips "mmmh yes definitely baby" she moans "fuck me fuck me please" I start snapping my hips hard and fast as the car shakes like crazy and my best friend screams under me fuck her pussy feels amazing I continue thrusting feeling the orgasm fast approaching "fuck lizzie cum for me I want you to cum for me before I fill your tight little cunt with my seed " I pant out staring into my best friends eyes and all I see is lust and desire "fuck fuck I'm cumming daddyyy" she screams arching her back as I continue to slam my cock deep inside her After one final thrust I start shooting my load deep inside my best friend and it feels amazing I've wanted this for the longest time, I lay beside her panting as I grab her hand "that was amazing lizzie are you on the pill?" I moan looking at her as she turns to me "yes it was amazing no one has ever made me cum that hard and nope im not" she smirks running her finger down my nose biting her lip. 

Well I guess there's a chance I just impregnated my best fried the thought has me biting my lip this woman is something else and god i love her.

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Coffee or Tea pt.2

Part 1

part 3

Masterlist

Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. I don't know the exact layout of LA so let's just assume that UCLA is close to this coffee shop which is also close to where all the celebrities are IDK lol I live in Georgia 💀.

Rating: M (T as of now but it will change later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x Reader, Austin Butler x race-neutral reader

Word Count: 892 Warnings: Age gap and the reader is definitely fem presenting but I'm doing my best to leave out any other definite features.

Authors Note: I am going to try to get these chapters pumped out as fast as possible because school is starting up for me again tomorrow so I won't have a lot of time to write ;(. I can already feel the tears coming lol. Also, the reader is inexperienced with flirting and sexual stuff because she is also very shy and has ✦trauma✦. Enjoy!

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~5 months ago~

After finishing the movie, y/n was speechless, to say the least. The movie was nothing less than perfect. Her hands had been clasped together for a minimum of 15 minutes as the movie had come to an end. Y/N had yet another thing to obsess over during her summer break, lovely. Now that this was checked off her list y/n took out her book, opened to her page, and proceeded to get lost in it for the next 3 hours. Unbeknownst to her, Austin had not taken his eyes off her for more than 8 seconds at any given time.

Austin needed to find a way to talk to her. She was absolutely ethereal. Her hair framed her face perfectly and it took all of Austin's self-control to not reach out and touch it. As much as he wanted to do more, he was content to watch her as she finished the last of the movie and pulled out a book to read afterward. Oh, what Austin would give to have the confidence to talk to her. The only thing that a childhood spent in front of a camera had taught him was that he had much to be insecure about.

Y/n stayed unaware of Austin's turmoil for many more months to come but she was always watching the actor in the corner of her gaze. Seeing him never got old. His golden waves seemed to reflect the sunlight in the best way and his sharp blue eyes made her knees buckle and her chest warm. Well, this was new.

Although both parties desperately wanted to speak to the other, they remained ignorant of the other's desires.

~ Present~

Austin had had enough. Today was the day. Today he was going to speak to the soft girl with pretty eyes and supple cheeks. He would speak to her come hell or high water because he had spent the last 5 months formulating an introductory line and he was getting tired of only being able to dream of what her voice sounded like.

She was going to do it. Y/N was going to talk to Austin Butler today. Y/N had been telling herself this every time she came to the cafe for the last 2 months and she had yet to follow through. What could she say, he was intimidating. Y/N resolved to stop lying to herself and took a seat in her usual spot. She could just admire him as she always did and she was content with just that.

Austin walked into the cafe with a mission. He eyed the girl in the corner of the cafe where she always sat. Crap. He was nervous again. Coffee would calm him down and then he could hopefully muster up the courage he had been lacking for the last 5 months. After receiving his drink, Austin took action.

Y/N had not yet looked up from her book so she had not seen Austin walk in and order his drink. This however worked in Austins' favor. Because he walked up next to her and spoke when she looked up.

Y/N felt the shadow of a figure block out the light fixture over her. She looked up to see who it wa-.

Oh

No

It was Austin. He was standing right next to her. So close that she could move her hand a couple inches and be able to tou-.

" Hey, do you mind if I sit here? These chairs look like the comfiest in the whole store and I need a place to rest my legs." An easy smile worked its way onto his face as he finished his opening line. Success.

" Of course! Take a seat. I always sit here because the seats are so comfy too."

Austin could not have accurately imagined her voice if he tried. It was soft and airy just like her. He wanted to hear it again in fact he needed to hear it again. He needed to keep talking to her.

"Are you from around here? I see you in this coffee shop often so I was curious." Y/N was equally smitten with Austin's voice as he was hers. His was smooth and oh so deep. When he spoke y/n swore she could feel her stomach fill up with butterflies and another feeling she couldn't yet place her finger on.

" Yeah I go to UCLA and I live in the palms to be close to school. I didn't catch your name by the way?" The secret smile she gave Austin after she spoke almost took him off his feet. Her smile was everything he could wish for.

" My name's Austin. I also live around here because of work. What's your name?" His voice fell an octave as he eyed y/n up and down. She was drowning in a thick, wool sweater with a black skirt on and black tights. Her platform docs looked too big for her feet and made her ankles and calf seem all the more fragile. Austin eyed the piercings in her ears as well as the stacked gold necklaces she wore with the tightest one almost constricting her neck. Everything about her was captivating in a way that Austin was not accustomed to.

" My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Austin." Y/N smiled at him as if he had just pulled the moon out of his pocket.

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Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part 2

Growing Pains – part two

A Hogwarts Tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!WitchReader

2,8k words

Summary: In 1994 both reader and Remus Lupin are newly appointed teachers at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. They meet again after 13 years, when they last saw each other at the very same school. Remus struggles with his secret being shared with the full staff and Y/N struggles with feelings she has for a certain someone.

This is part two of a multiple part series. You can find part one here

Masterlist

Your first few weeks of teaching flew by. You were pleasantly surprised by the level of skill some of your students had already reached. In particular there was a girl of Gryffindor house in her third year who hadn’t failed to answer a question correctly yet. It filled you with joy to teach the students and see their confidence grow and spell work improve over the weeks.

But not everything was great. After your confrontation in the corridor after the welcoming feast, Remus Lupin had been avoiding you. He hardly ever showed up at neither breakfast nor lunch and he was always one of the first to arrive and leave at the dinner table. Your full schedule of teaching prevented you from arriving at dinner early so you missed him almost every time. When you were both in the staff room at the same time, he avoided your gaze or simply left.

Over the past couple of weeks you had seen Remus a couple of times in passing, but that was all. You hadn’t picked up the courage to stop by his office to talk to him, too afraid he would get mad again. But still, he was on your mind more often than you’d like to admit.

On this particular afternoon, you decided to go to the staff room. You enjoyed being there. Most of the time it was a quiet, warm place where there was always a fresh pot of coffee and some snacks to be found. You had spent many hours curled up in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace reading, preparing lessons or correcting homework. You would be doing a mixture of all three for a couple of hours before your next class and was hoping the room would be empty.

When you entered the staff room, you thought no one was there. That was until you saw someone sitting on the floor, in front of an old cupboard. His light-brown hair was even messier than usual and he hadn’t even noticed someone entered the room, he was lost in his thoughts.

‘Remus? I.. How are you?’ you said softly. It was obvious you had startled him.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there, Y/N,’ he answered. When he looked at you, you noticed he looked tired. With the full moon approaching, he was definitely not feeling great. He adverted his gaze and concentrated once more on the cupboard in front of him.  

‘What are you doing?’ you asked when he did not respond to your first question.

‘There’s a boggart in this cupboard. I intend to use it to teach my third-years, but I can’t seem to get the bloody cupboard to open,’ he growled. He got up and crossed his arms in front of him. You walked over and stopped in front of the cupboard.

‘Portabeto!’ you said with your wand pointed at the lock. The spell left a smoking hole where the keyhole used to be, but the door opened.

Remus looked at you and gave you a weak smile.

‘Of course. When alohomora didn’t work I was so surprised I didn’t know what to do,’ he said with a slight flush on his face.

‘We can’t all be spell enthusiasts,’ you said kindly. You just looked at each other for a moment. There was so much you wanted to ask him, but you weren’t sure of the timing. When a group of loudly chatting third-years entered the staff room, you raised your eyebrows at Remus.

‘Ah, yes. I invited the students here today to learn about boggarts. So if you don’t mind…’ he said, obviously wanting you to leave. You nodded, then leaned a bit closer so he could hear you while you whispered: ‘meet me tonight 8pm, my office. I need to talk to you in private.’ His green eyes pierced yours but without giving him the chance to answer, you left the staff room, hoping he would come.

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It was almost eight o’clock when you put your quill down. After leaving the staff room you hadn’t seen Remus for the rest of the day. You had been determined to keep yourself busy grading essays while you waited for him in your office, but the nerves were getting the better of you. The longer you had to wait for him to arrive, the more you started to doubt whether it was stupid to invite him. Just then, you heard a soft knock on the door.

‘Come in!’ you said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. The door opened and Remus appeared. His hair a mess and he was wearing a particular shabby robe. 

‘Seventh floor, what a terrible location for an office. Lots… lots of stairs,’ he said with the tiniest trace of a smile, obviously a bit out of breath. You pointed at the window.

‘The view’s amazing though.’ He slowly walked to the window and peered out of it, hands in his pockets. You observed him for a moment. When he suddenly turned around and saw you staring you looked away quickly.

‘Please, sit down. Would you like some tea?’ you asked him. Remus nodded and sat down in the chair opposite you.

‘How was your day? Did it work out with the boggart?’ you asked while pouring two cups of herbal tea from the pot you just made. At first he seemed surprised. He obviously wasn’t expecting chit chat, but it felt weird not to at least make a bit of light conversation before you asked what you wanted to. He took the cup of steaming tea you handed him and then answered. 

‘It went really well, actually. The students really enjoyed themselves and learned a lot as well. I didn’t let Harry have a chance with the boggart. I was afraid it would take the form of Lord Voldemort, but I thought wrong. The boy came to see me after class and told me his biggest fear was a dementor, so basically fear itself. Highly intelligent young boy.’ Remus smiled while talking, it was obvious he liked the boy a lot. Then you realized something.

‘Harry Potter? Of course, James and Lily’s son. Must be hard to see him, he’s the spitting image of his father. And if I remember correctly, it’s not just his looks that he got from his father,’ you said with a smile. 

‘It’s hard. I miss James. But being able to teach his son is healing in a way,’ he answered, his voice soft, almost like a whisper.

You acted on impulse when you stretched out your hand and put it on his. He didn’t pull his hand away, but looked at you. His green eyes were so kind, it made you feel at ease. It felt like some kind of spell was broken when finally he did move his hand away and your fingers landed on the desk. 

‘But you didn’t invite me here to reminisce about old friends,’ he said with a more serious undertone. You hesitated for a moment, but then decided you just had to talk about it. There was no use dancing around it, Remus knew you asked him here to talk about something. 

‘So, the full moon is four days away,’ you said matter-of-factly. 

‘I’m well aware, thank you very much,’ he answered coldly. You took a deep breath.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘How do you think I’m feeling?’

‘I obviously want to hear it from you or I wouldn’t have asked,’ you said in the same cold tone as he had used before. You knew this conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant, but still you felt like you just had to have it. 

‘I obviously don’t want to talk about it or I would have done so myself,’ he said and he pushed his chair back, ready to get up and leave. 

‘Excuse me for being nice to you, Remus, because judging from the way you’re treating me you want to scare away the only person who’s actually really nice to you.’

You were both silent for a couple of seconds. Remus had averted his eyes, looking down at his own hands. 

‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’ 

When he looked at you again, you noticed his green eyes stared at you remorsefully. You didn’t say anything. Not only was it very painful to be rejected by him so loudly, you also didn’t know what to say, scared to anger him again. 

‘ I know you mean well, but I don’t want to talk about it. You have enough on your plate already without my problems added to it as well,’ he said calmly. 

‘I have absolutely nothing on my plate. Consider my plate empty,’ you replied quickly. When he looked at you in disbelief, you knew you had pushed it too far.

‘Well, okay, it’s not exactly empty, but there is space. I wouldn’t ask if I couldn’t handle it, Remus.’

He sighed and then looked at you again as if he was trying to figure out if you could indeed handle it.

‘You’re not going to drop this, are you?’ he asked and you shook your head immediately. 

‘Not a chance.’ 

‘Why would you want to help me? Not only am I dangerous, I’m also a bit rude,’ he said. You raised one of your eyebrows.

‘A bit rude? Understatement of the century, mister Lupin.’ He laughed, the first genuine smile you saw from him in a long time.

‘Yeah, you’re right. I’ve been very rude. I thought it would scare you away, but you’re very persistent. And you’re avoiding my question. Why would you want to help me?’ he asked. He kept looking at you with his mossy eyes and you were the first to look away. 

‘I like you,’ you heard yourself say and immediately you wish you could take those words back. They sounded heavy, inappropriate and spoken too soon.

‘I mean when you’re not acting like a complete jerk, you’re actually really kind. And I strongly believe people shouldn’t be judged by something they can’t help. I know what it feels like to be isolated and alone and I don’t wish that upon anyone else. And you’re the only person who’s been genuinely nice to me, before you decided to ignore me for weeks.’ Your words tumbled out of your mouth quickly. 

 Remus seemed to consider your words for a bit.

‘I thought you and Severus were very good friends,’ he suddenly said. For a moment you thought he was kidding, but the serious look on his face told you otherwise.

‘Friends? Not at all. We sometimes sit next to each other at breakfast. And last week, I  let him borrow one of my books. Yeah, that’s about the depth of our friendship,’ you said sarcastically.

‘He speaks very highly of you to the other teachers. I’ve never heard him compliment another person ever before, so I assumed you must be friends. But then again, he always had a thing for bright and pretty witches.’ Remus’ flushed cheeks matched your own in the silence that followed.

‘Okay, he officially freaks me out even more now. But stop changing the subject. We were going to put your problems on my almost empty plate,’ you encouraged him.

‘Well, as you might have noticed with the full moon approaching, I start to feel different. On edge. My temper is short. I sleep badly. My body aches. The Wolfsbane potion will make sure I get to keep my sanity when I tranform. When I first arrived at Hogwarts, Dumbledore arranged a place where I could go during my transformations. I will go there again during the full moon. Should keep me and everyone else safe. When the full moon is over, I return to the castle and need a few days to recover.’

When he stopped talking you looked at him. It seemed as if a certain weight had been lifted off his shoulders. 

‘Your turn,’ he said. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

‘Well, since we’re sharing our deepest, darkest truths, I want you to tell me about your late husband.’

It felt as if all the oxygen had disappeared from the room. You felt uneasy, overwhelmed by a sudden knot in your stomach and a lump in your troath. 

‘I don’t talk about that.’

‘Yeah, that’s not going to happen, Y/N. I talked about the wolf thing, you talk about this. I want to understand it. Support you.’

You knew Remus was right. It would help to talk about it to someone new. Someone who wasn’t there when it happened, who never even knew your late husband that well. You had always had a hard time talking to people about your husband’s death when they had their own grief as well. You never felt like you could openly talk about him because you wanted to reassure others. You considered for a moment, then decided you wanted to talk about it to Remus. He would listen to your every word and maybe that was exactly what you needed right now. 

‘After we left Hogwarts, he became an auror. He was a very good one. Great at defensive spells. Everyone loved working with him, felt safe when he was around. On that particular day, he and his colleague were called to this abandoned house. People in the neighborhood had been hearing screaming and weird noises for weeks. My husband and his colleague entered the house and they split up to search it.’

You stopped talking for a moment. You were getting to the part of the story that was hard to tell. Remus noticed this and this time it was him who leaned forward to grab your hand. He gave an encouraging squeeze and you took a deep breath before you continued to talk.

‘He went to inspect the upstairs area. It was an ambush. There were several Death Eaters there waiting for him. He got hit by a killing curse from one of them. I later found out my husband had been responsible for arresting a huge number of Death Eaters and this was their revenge. His colleague was able to escape.’ Your eyes felt watery and you stared at your hand, the one that was still covered with Remus’ scarred one. He was the first to speak again.

‘You said he had gotten into an accident at work. This was definitely not an accident.’ Suddenly you just couldn’t remain seated. You got up and started pacing. You heard Remus get up as well and you stopped in front of the window, with your back to him so he wouldn’t see the few tears that had escaped from your eyes. 

‘I know it wasn’t an accident, it just sounds better, so that is what I usually say when I can’t avoid the subject,’ you replied after a while. Remus didn’t say anything, but he had walked up to you, stopped when he was just inches away from you. You could feel his warm breath against your hair. He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled your body against his. There was no need to talk. Nothing to say, just being held by him was all you needed in that moment. There was an urge to turn around and kiss him, but you weren’t brave enough. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You two broke apart as if you were being struck by lightning.  

‘Come in,’ you said after quickly wiping your eyes. The door opened and Severus Snape appeared, holding a smoking goblet. He was looking through the curtains of his greasy hair with a look of disgust on his face. 

‘There you are, Lupin. Minerva said you asked her for directions to Y/N’s office so I knew where to find you. You seem to have forgotten your potion. A very unwise action so close to the full moon, but apparently you were too caught up seducing our new Charms Professor,’ he said coldly. 

‘Severus, thank you. I seem to have forgotten the time. I apologize,’ Remus said quickly, but Severus ignored him. 

‘Is everything okay, Y/N? I’d like to remind you that the full moon is only four days away and when the wolf in question is so indifferent about taking his potion on time, you should be careful around him,’ he said to you, his black eyes piercing yours. Before you could respond, Severus left again. 

‘Yeah. I should leave as well. I need to take this potion and I need to rest. It was lovely talking to you, Y/N,’ Remus said. 

You nodded. You had no idea what to say to him. You wanted him to stay, but felt like you couldn’t ask that. You weren't sure why you felt so brave all of a sudden, but you got on you tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body towards yours in a tight embrace. For a moment you stood there, his strong arms squeezing around you tightly. You never wanted this moment to stop, but after a while you broke apart.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Y/N,’ he said before he left, leaving you alone with your confusing feelings.

Part three

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Timing pt. 2

This is unedited and fresh off the oven. I uploaded this as soon as I finished writing it so I will end up editing it later on.

A part 2 for timing was highly requested so here you guys go!

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Part 1

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Steve wasn’t sure how it was possible but he fell in love with Y/N more everyday than he had ever loved her.

She wasn’t exactly the same as Steve remembered her to be. She smiled less than the Y/N of the past but laughed louder than the Y/N of the past. Whenever Steve looked at her, he was suddenly reminded of art. She was a beautiful gothic painting. Despite the rich reds and cheerful yellows that seemed to emanate from Y/N, one couldn’t help but imagine a witch burning on a pyre under vast endless sky.

There was a darkness about her, one she didn’t have before but somehow, it made Steve love her even more. It reminded him that the Y/N of his past was not the Y/N of his present. She’d changed too, as fundamentally as Bucky and Steve was changed. 

She wasn’t the same tough girl who could run circles around Bucky in a boxing ring. She wasn’t the same caring Red Cross nurse who could sit for hours at her patient’s bedside like she once use to be able to do. She was just Y/N. Y/N who worked for an NGO providing access to clean water in hard to reach places. Y/N who spent her Saturdays volunteering at the soup kitchen. Y/N who became a big sister for at risk youth. Y/N who now enjoyed cooking and baking as a hobby.

After the team learned about Y/N, they’d spent the past few months looking into it. Bruce and Tony considered things from a scientific standpoint while Steven, Wanda and Thor considered it from a magical standpoint. It meant Y/N spent a lot of time with the Avengers, though she wasn’t aware of the why.

In truth, Steve didn’t care. He didn’t care how or why Y/N was here so long as she was here with him. She could be a curse from the devil himself and Steve would love her like a miracle.

“Sometimes, I think Bucky doesn’t like me,” Y/N said into the quiet air of midnight. They were cocooned in Steve’s bed, her body pressed against his own, their legs tangled up in blankets. Steve’s hand were curled around Y/N’s, her face inches away from his own, her hair spilling behind her like a stream. The only light that illuminated her face was faint and it came from the lights of the city that peeked through his wiondow. She look beautiful, ethereal,  so much so that for a moment, Steve’s mind drew a blank at what Y/N had been saying.

“What?” Steve asked dumbly, his voice a little awestruck. Y/N didn’t seem to notice though, too wrapped up in her own thoughts.

Her brows crinkled into a frown as she carefully considered her next words. “I don’t know. He just stares at me so intently sometimes. Sometimes I think, he might not like me.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to frown. “You think Bucky doesn’t like you?”

Y/N lifted a shoulder as she bit the inside of her cheek. Steve had a feeling that Y/N had to gather her courage to tell him that. He pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her forehead that her eyes fluttering.

“Bucky doesn’t hate you,” Steve said when he pulled away. Truthfully, Bucky always had a bit of a staring problem since he stopped becoming the Winter Soldier but it became exasperated by Y/N. Steve couldn’t really blame Bucky though. Bucky confessed that he was mesmerized by Y/N’s face and every time the three of them hung out, it was as if no time had passed. The trio was still as chaotic as they were before.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know him. Trust me, he stares at everyone that way.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

Steve chuckled. “Yes. I’m sure. In fact, Bucky doesn’t laugh as much as when he’s with you.”

She grinned then, her eyebrows smoothening. Her whole face seemed to light up when she smiled, reminiscent of the way the Y/N of his past use to smile at him. “Well, if Mr. Rogers says so, I guess I have nothing to worry about.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. She’d gotten into the habit of calling him ‘Mr. Rogers’ after Steve revealed that he didn’t like being called Mr. Rogers because it made him feel old. Though there were many things different about Y/N, one thing stayed the same. She still loved teasing Steve.

But he would endure anything and everything to be with Y/N. Even if it meant he would occasionally have to be called Mr. Rogers by the love of his life.

Eventually, Y/N’s breathing deepened, her eyes closing as her face relaxed into sleep.

His mind flitted to what Y/N said. 

Bucky was just as surprised as Steve was when he saw Y/N. He knew Bucky. He considered Y/N a miracle as much as Steve did.

And though Steve knew that Bucky was happy for him and Y/N, it still didn’t stop his best  friend from wondering.

While Steve didn’t care why or how Y/N came about, Bucky did. He cared a whole lot.

Which is why Steve found himself in the compound bright and early. Bucky had called and said that they had to discuss something important and though Steve wished he could spend the rest of his day with Y/N, she had pushed him out the door so she could get ready for work. 

Steve found his way to the living room where he was met with the sight of a bleary eyed Bruce Banner, a serious looking Steven Strange, a calm looking Wanda Maximoff, a jacked up on caffeine Tony Stark and a confused Bucky Barnes.

“Okay, I’m here. What is this about?” Steve said as he took a seat beside Wanda.

“We finally figured out how Y/N came to exist,” Steven said getting straight to the point.

“How?” Bucky demanded, his previous confusion vanishing like smoke.

“Magic,” Wanda answered. “It’s the only plausible explanation, especially since she has no relation to the original Y/N. Steven and I scoured the tomes in Kamar Taj but couldn’t find any answers so I searched the Darkhold.”

“What did you find?” Bruce asked as he took the seat next to Steve, rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, like he’d spent a few hours sleeping on a table instead of a bed. 

“Reincarnation is impossible without magical intervention,” Wanda explained. “The very process of reincarnating something is magical in nature because souls are magical. Sometimes, it happens naturally. It takes hundreds, maybe even thousands of years but some souls find the body of a descendant and they occupy that body. The soul has to be strong though and you usually see them prominently in history. The stronger the soul, the more they retain their old traits. It’s why we sometimes see people who look like Cleopatra or Caligula in the modern world.”

“Okay, so, what? Y/N being alive and real is just a miracle?” Tony asked with a frown.

“Not exactly,” Steven said carefully. “There are different spells to reincarnate someone to a new body, each of them more complicated than the last. The list of people able to cast those kinds of spells is short. Wanda, Wong and I would be able to do it and we’re some of the most powerful magic wielders around.”

“I think Agatha could do it too,” Wanda said with a frown. “Maybe the Ancient One and Baron Mordo.”

“That’s only listing magic wielders of our planet. There’s probably more in the universe,” Steven added.

Steve raised an eyebrow in question. “You think someone reincarnated Y/N through magic?”

“It’s the most likely answer. The time in which she died for her to show up in another body is too short of a time frame. She died (your age) years ago, correct?”

Steve nodded.

“Reincarnation takes years, centuries even. (Your age) years isn’t enough for her to occupy the body of another descendant naturally.” Steven explained.

“There’s that too,” Wanda piped up. “You said present Y/N isn’t related to anyone from past Y/N’s life, right? All of her children are accounted for and so are her grandchildren?”

Steve nodded again. “As far as I know, they don’t share any genetic DNA. She said she was born on the other side of the world and her parents just immigrated here when she was child. There’s no overlap.”

“We’ll have to test her to be sure,” Steven said. “I can ask Christine to run some labs, see what she could come up with.”

“We already tried that one,” Bruce said, looking more alert now than he was a few minutes ago. “SHIELD had old records of past Y/N’s DNA on file and Tony took some samples from her—“

“Hang on,” Steve said, abruptly standing up, his expression suddenly thunderous. “You took samples from her? When?”

“When she came over here a couple weeks ago. I took her glass and tested her saliva for any match with the past Y/N.”

“Tony, that is so not right!” Steve said, angry at the idea that Tony would violate Y/N’s privacy that way. They should have asked for permission! Instead they chose to violate her privacy. Steve was sure that if Y/N was around, she would be pissed and Steve was angry for her.

“What?” Tony said defensively. “I did what I had to do! Your old girlfriend is suddenly back from the dead, you’re not the least bit curious as to how or why? She could be a danger to us all but you’re so blinded by her that you can’t see that!”

Steve could feel his start begin to boil. Sweat pricked at the back of his head, dripping down to his nape. He had never been as angry as he was now. Tony can come after him all he wants but Y/N was off limits. 

“You should have asked for permission,” Bucky said, coming to Steve’s defense, though he was much calmer than Steve.

“And tell her what,” Tony demanded before his tone turned mocking, “‘Hey, Y/N! Do you think you can spit in this test tube for me and give me some of your hair? Oh no reason, just because you bare a striking resemblance to your boyfriend’s dead ex girlfriend!’”

“Enough!” Steven said, stepping in between Tony and Steve before they come into blows. “What’s done is done. What did you find?”

“Genetically, they’re 100% a match.” Bruce said as he pulled Tony away from the simmering fight. 

Steve took a deep breath before retaking his seat. His mind was racing by all of the revelations laid bare before him. He wasn’t sure what to think about the whole situation but one startling clear thought overrode everything else: He wasn’t going to lose Y/N again. 

“We need to tell her,” Wanda said, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. “She deserves to know.”

“We don’t even know what this is,” Steven argued, his face pulling into a frown. “We haven’t found concrete evidence yet. We should investigate more, see what we can find.”

“I agree with Wanda,” Tony said, voice contemplative. “We need to tell her. Maybe she knows what’s going on.”

“I say we shut up about it,” Bucky said. Steve’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s face. His blue eyes were blazing, his body taunt and ready to strike. “Chances are, she doesn’t know anything. She’s living a good and honest life, where she doesn’t have to worry about the next fight. She doesn’t ever have to think about bad guys and genocidal aliens and anthropomorphic robots set out to doom half of humanity. She doesn’t have to wake up everyday wondering if today will be the day she loses her friends. If you tell her this, if you tell her about the old Y/N, she could react badly.”

“You can’t be serious.” Tony deadpanned. 

“I am. If present Y/N is anything like past Y/N, and she is almost exactly like her down to a T, she will want to get to the bottom of this. She doesn’t deserve that. She’s living a normal, human life here. You really want to take that away from her?”

“This could be a threat to national security!”

“Or it could be a fluke! It could be nothing!”

“Alright, enough,” Steve said with a sigh. With his supersoldier body, he couldn’t get sick even if he tried. But right now, his head was pounding and the acrid taste of bile was beginning to rise at the back of his throat. The thought of losing Y/N again, even  if it isn’t the version of Y/N he grew up, had his palms slicking with sweat. He couldn’t lose her again. Not like this. Not before he was ready. And Steve doubted he would ever be ready to lose her.

When he’d crashed his plane to the freezing depths of the ocean, he knew that he wouldn’t lose Y/N. Not really. His heart would always be hers, even if she wasn’t around to claim it anymore. He would always be hers. 

But the thought of losing her now, when they finally have a second chance, had the air in his lungs going stale. His stomach roiled, his head suddenly feeling a rush of searing heat that rush down his spine, spreading throughout his body. 

Steve felt the eyes of the team on him but he couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them.

The only thing that raced through his mind was Y/N. She’d been a part of his past and now, against all odds, she was a part of his present. All he wanted was to keep her in his future. 

“Steve, this is your call,” Bruce said gently. “What do you want to do?”

He looked up, his eyes shining. There was really only one thing he could do and he would damn himself to hell first before he makes the mistake not to do it.

Y/N was home. Steve was sure of it.

The lights were turned on the living room, the smell of cooked garlic wafted all around their shared apartment and the bustling sound of the busy city penetrated into the small space. There were a lot of things that didn’t change from the past and one of them was that Brooklyn was loud.

Y/N had been cooking. Steve knew she loved to do that now. He could spend hours watching her get lost in a recipe, trying foods from all over the world in the tiny space they shared. The Y/N of the past hated cooking even if she loved to eat.

He peered at the dining room table. Dinner had been set, the plates and utensils laid neatly on the wooden surface. Their dinner was still warm judging by the steam that danced in the air. He could smell melted butter sweeping away the cooking garlic. Y/N had been talking about baking apple pie for a while now, and Steve had no doubt in his mind that the sweet smell of cinnamon and the tarty smell of apples that melded together in the small space of his apartment was the result of Y/N baking the day away. 

But he couldn’t hear her. She was usually found engrossed in a book when she wasn’t cooking or even scrolling through her phone. Where was she now?

For a moment, Steve’s heart plunged to his chest. Could something have happened to her?

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he walked to their shared bedroom. Relief flooding his system when he saw Y/N sitting on their bed. She was fine and well, so why wasn’t the feeling of dread in his stomach going away?

She was holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were glassy, her hands trembling.

She might have been physically okay but something was bothering her, Steve just knew it.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Steve said as he watched her, gauging her reaction.

She continued to stare at the paper intently. Steve glanced behind her and his own stomach dropped. 

Shit.

“I’m trying to recall when we’ve ever taken this picture before,” Y/N said, her voice shaky and brittle. “I’ve been racking my head for the past hour trying to remember where Bucky, you and I have ever taken this picture before but I can’t remember so unless I’m losing my mind, I am 100% sure we have never taken this picture before. But there I am. That is the same face I see everyday in the mirror. Bucky’s left hand isn’t metal here and you were thin. This was before your transformation.” She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears as she threw the faded picture on the bed, yellowed with age, the photograph marred with white lines from the many times Steve folded the photograph.

Steve remembered the day they took the picture. They had passed by a photographer in Central Park and paid 20 cents for the photo. It was the day before Pearl Harbor had been bombed and they didn’t have a single care in the world. War was a distant idea at the back of their heads. Y/N had the widest smile on her face, her arms wrapped around Bucky and Steve’s shoulders as she pulled them close for a hug. Bucky was looking at the camera, oozing charm and charisma as his left arm draped around Y/N’s shoulder, reaching over to Steve and ruffling his hair. Steve had his right arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder, a cheerful smile on his face as he tried to slap away Bucky’s roaming hand.

He’d brought that photograph with him into every battle, had memorized every crevice until he could imagine it in near perfect detail. It was tucked inside his suit when he hit the ice and not even the icy waters of the ocean could cause the picture to fade. It was the only thing he had to remember his friends by when he woke up from the ice. The picture he fell asleep staring at and the same picture he woke up to everyday until he found Y/N again. He’d temporarily kept it hidden in a box beneath their bed when Y/N moved in along with small trinkets from his past. Somehow Y/N found it and now she knew he’d been lying from the start.

“Steve,” Y/N whispered as she stood up, pushing the picture away as if it was covered in acid, “what in the actual fuck.”

“I can explain,” Steve said, fighting to keep away the rising panic in his voice.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice shaking as she spoke, “explain.”

And so Steve did explain. He explained everything about his past, who Y/N was to him, how much he lost when he crashed into the ice. He told her what Y/N meant to Bucky, who Y/N was. Most of all, he explained, in great detail, every information revealed to him by his friends a while ago. How magic and science are searching for an answer to what Y/N really was and how she came to be.

At the end of it all, Steve watched as Y/N took a seat on the bed, snatching back the photograph. She stayed silent, her eyes glassing over as unshed tears collected at the brim. She fingers the picture in her hands, touching  the weather page, the little white cracks that marred the picture’s surface.

Steve took the seat next to Y/N, the bed dipping below her. “Y/N, say something.” He said the words quietly, an animal trainer afraid of a feral beast.

Steve heard the sharp breath she took before she spoke. “You lied to me.”

Steve felt his heart plummet in his chest. “No, Y/N, it isn’t like that—“

Her head snapped to him, her once mournful eyes blazing. “You lied to me.” The repeated words were like hammer hitting stone, chunks of Steve’s heart plummeting even deeper into his chest cavity. He imagine a sculptor chipping away at pieces of his heart, reassembling it until it became something he couldn’t recognize.

“You liked to me, Steve.” Y/N stood up again, throwing the photograph onto the bed. “You lied to me everyday you didn’t tell me. I thought you loved me because of who I was but no, it turns out, you love me because I look like your ex-girlfriend!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Steve said, his voice turned pleading. “You are her. You’re the same Y/N I knew and loved. I was going to tell you, I swear. I was going to tell you when I got home but you’d found the picture—“

“I don’t care, Steve!” She was yelling now. Steve could see the fracture in the facade of her anger. She was hurt and in pain and Steve didn’t doubt she felt betrayed by Steve’s actions. 

Steve didn’t usually feel like a villain but he did feel so right now. He did a horrible, selfish thing because he was so terrified of losing her and now, because of his actions, he really will lose her.

His shitty timing was back to bite him in the ass. He should have told her before instead of today and now, he was going to lose her.

“Would you have told me if I hadn’t found this?” She gestured to the picture.

“Yes! I was going to tell you today! I didn’t want to tell you anything without any information. We didn’t know what you were at first—“

“What I am?” She repeated incredulously. “I’m a person, Steve. A person! That is what I am! With thoughts and emotions and feelings! I have memories of past and hopes for my future. I am not whatever your Y/N was! I am Y/N Y/L/N. I am my own person!”

If Steve could kick his own ass, he would. “I know that, I’m sorry. I didn’t use the right words. Y/N, I still don’t really understand how you came about but I do know that I love you.”

She paused then. The anger that radiated from her seemed to calm. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes still blazing. A crack in her angry veneer had her pain shining through. 

Without another word, Y/N grabbed a bag from their shared closet, quickly filling it up with clothes.

“Where are you going?” Steve said as he watched her pack silently, her movements frantic. 

“Away from here. I need time to think.”

Steve simply watched her as she grabbed a few days worth of clothes and her toiletries. She didn’t bother properly folding her stuff, which was so unlike the Y/N Steve knew. She liked things neat and tidy but the way she was moving signaled to Steve that neatness and tidiness were the last things on her mind right now.

“Please don’t go. We can talk about this.”

She paused for a breath before her movements started again, slower this time as she zipped up her bag. She still stayed silent, letting Steve do the talking.

“At least tell me where you’re going. I promise not to bother you until you’r ready, I just want to know you’re safe.”

She chewed her lip, hesitating before she spoke. “I’m gong to Y/BFF/N’s place. I need time to think. There’s pie baking in the oven and you need to take it out so it doesn’t get dry. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

And with that said, Steve watched silently as she took her things before marching toward their bedroom door. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Steve heard her sigh before she said a quiet, “Good bye, Steve.” Then he heard her measured footsteps as they journeyed to the front door of their shared apartment. He heard the squeaky hinges as they swung open followed by the loud slam of the wooden door. 

He was well and truly alone now. 

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Regulus (Hange Zoe x Reader)

Word count: 2 935

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: she/her pronouns for Hange’s character

Summary: Getting lost while stargazing could be pretty easy. Mainly, when you search the night sky beside a special someone. Falling for the Titan-obsessed Section Commander wasn’t even a little bit hard. The trickiest part was gathering the courage to finally tell her. And maybe, just maybe hearing the response you were hoping for.

Regulus

Some nights it was really hard to sleep. Almost impossible. And today was one of those nights. You spent some time with the patroling Scouts, had some tea with them, and had a good chat, but then you eventually wandered away from them. There was a specific person you were looking for.

You found Hange sitting near the camp, her back leaning against a big solid rock. She was alone, just as you hoped. You were itching to have some alone time with the Section Commander the entire day. Both of you had a tremendous amount of work the last couple of days and barely saw each other.

At first, it was okay, you were even glad because talking to Hange was absolute mayhem the last few weeks. You were terrible at hiding your crush on the Titan-obsessed scientist.

„Would you like some company for whatever you’re doing here?“ you asked with an innocent smile, stopping just a few steps away. Hange would never send you away, you were sure of that.

„To be honest, I was expecting you much sooner,“ she said, surprising you with those words. Even more, when she didn’t even look at you. Her beautiful brown eyes were carefully fixed on the little notebook in her hands.

„Why’s that?“

„You seemed too anxious to actually lay down and sleep.“

„Interesting observation,“ you muttered, sitting down next to Hange. Summer had always been your favorite season. To be more specific, it was the summer nights that held some unique kind of magic you were so fascinated with. „But it’s true. I am too anxious to actually ever try to go to sleep.“

„Wanna talk about it?“

You shook your head, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them. The moon was brightly shining right above your head, but the stars were still pretty visible. It was nights like this one when you actually felt the worst. When everything seemed so peaceful, while during daylight your life was in danger almost nonstop. Most of the time you wished that the night would never end. Then everything could be much more beautiful and safe.

„And what’s keeping you up?“ you asked after a moment of silence, while you watched Hange scribble some notes in her notebook. She was surely planning a new project or experiment. „Any interesting new ideas?“

„Actually, no. It’s something completely different this time.“

„Oh, really?“ you laughed at the enthusiasm in her voice. Hange was smart in ways you weren’t. And that was okay. You still loved to hear about everything science-related she so loved to talk about. To about anyone, who showed just a slight interest in hearing her out. „And are you...“

„Of course, I’m going to tell you!“ she blurted out without even letting you finish the sentence.

Something about Hange’s voice and the way she was talking and explaining stuff always made you feel at ease. You could close your eyes and relax for hours while enjoying all that she had to say. And she clearly loved such a companion.

„I remembered how my father used to take me out during summer nights to watch the stars. He always knew so much about them.“

„From where?“

„He had a lot of books and taught me how to read them even before I went to school. Mom was very proud, she loved to read as well and always had a book with her wherever she went.“

„We had a couple of really old books at home, it was a heritage from my grandparents. But I’ve never actually read them.“

„What were they about?“ You shrugged, leaning your back against the rock as well. The night was hot, but a fresh breeze was making sure that the air didn’t become too unbearable. „That’s a shame. You should never pass up a chance to read a good and interesting book. Or even just skim through it.“

„Well, maybe I should take your advice.“

„Definitely,“ she laughed, handing you her notebook. It surprised you at first, but you carefully reached for it, brushing the tips of your fingers against Hange’s warm skin. It was such an innocent little move, but it made a shiver run down your back. As if nothing happened, she continued talking. „Anyways, he loved to tell me all about different constellations, their meanings all stories bound with them.“

„Do you remember any of them?“

„All of them,“ she said proudly, clasping her hands behind her head. „But I’ve never told them to anyone.“

Hange’s handwriting was hard to read sometimes, but her little illustrations on the sides of the pages made up for that. Tiny little stars, some of them connected into different shapes. You loved to stargaze but never knew a whole lot about the stars. Their beauty was enough for you, even without additional pieces of information.

„These constellations...“ you said, pointing to her drawings. „Did you draw them from memory or...“

„No, look up,“ she said, pointing to the night sky. Although you could hear the quiet chatter from the nearby camp, where the other Scouts were settled, you only paid attention to Hange. „See those stars over there? It’s called the Ursa Major, otherwise known as the Great Bear.“

You tried to follow her finger, which outlined a similar shape as you saw in her notebook. If you looked hard enough, you could make out a shape that looked like some sort of animal, but it wasn’t even close to a bear.

„Who named it like that? A person who never saw a bear in his life?“

„If you close one eye and tilt your head a bit, it looks like a bear.“ You shook your head, leaning a bit closer to Hange, to have a better look at what she was trying to show you. „See there? The body, legs, tail...“

„I don’t know, it looks like some sort of a drunk deformed bear.“

„Ha! That’s what I said to my dad when I was little. He laughed at me for a while, then admitted that I was right.“

„I’m glad we see the world in the same way,“ you said without thinking, leaning even closer to Hange until your arm bumped into hers.

Before you even knew it, Hange slid her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, so you were looking in the exact same direction. You could feel your whole body tense up, while the Section Commander kept talking and trying to convince you, that it truly looked like a bear.

But concentrating on her words was more and more difficult with every passing second. Mainly because of her arm still around your shoulders. It was a pleasant feeling which made you feel calm and safe, but at the same time, your whole body filled with thousand other different emotions.

Being close to Hange was driving you crazy more and more with every interaction the two of you had. At the same time, her closeness and touch were all you craved most days. Mainly when everything got too quiet at night and you suddenly had nothing to do. No place to hide from your worst thoughts.

„Okay, let’s try a different one then. It’s not that visible right now, but if you look really closely...“

„What am I looking at?“ you wanted to know, subconsciously leaning even closer to Hange and resting your head against her shoulder. It took all your courage, but when Hange didn’t seem to pull away, you relaxed a bit. At least on the outside, internally you were screaming and freaking out like an actual teenager you were a long time ago. „Another animal?“

„It’s the Leo constellation,“ Hange explained, tilting her head upwards. But before you could follow her lead, she pulled you down by your shoulders, making you lay down with your head in her lap.

All the air in your lungs got suddenly caught on its way out, making your heart skip a few beats. Startled, you tried to sit up immediately, but when one of Hange’s hands slipped in your hair, her nails slowly sliding over your scalp, you stayed put. Taking a deep steadying breath, you fixed your eyes on the sky again.

„You were born at the beginning of august, right?“ she asked, while already knowing the answer. That’s why she didn’t wait for your response, while her delicate fingers were still innocently playing with your hair. „So you are a leo as well. You should know how to find your own constellations.“

Trying to say something was almost impossible. You were sure that if you opened your mouth, no sound would come out. Or if you tried to speak, your voice would shake for sure.

„Do you see that bright star?“ Hange pointed above her head, waiting for you to say something or at least nod silently. „That one over there.“ Your eyes were searching the night sky for the star she was pointing at.

„That one?“ you asked almost too quietly, lifting your own hand. Hange’s fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, moving your hand a little to the right.

„Yeah, exactly. You know what’s it called?“

„No idea.“ Even if you knew, Hange’s hand still holding your wrist made you forget even your own name.

„That’s the Leo’s heart, the star is called Regulus. Or even Cor Leonis sometimes,“ she explained patiently with a burst of excitement in her voice. You could really tell that she was enjoying lecturing you about this topic. „It’s the twentieth-first brightest star in the night sky.“

„And what is the...“

You forgot what you were saying when Hange let go of your wrist and her hand gently landed on your chest. She looked down at you, smiling a little. Her rich brown eyes reflected the smile on her lips even more visibly. You tried to stay calm, but your heart had a mind of its own, it started to pick up speed until you were certain Hange could feel it too.

The smile on her lips grew even wider.

„And you know what’s the best part about it? Regulus appears as a singular star when in reality it’s a quadruple star system made out of four stars that are organized into two pairs.“

It was surely interesting, all of what she was saying... but all you could concentrate on, was the heat rising to your cheeks, while your heart still refused to calm down.

„Why are you freaking out? Isn’t this why you came here?“

„What?“ you blurted out, furrowing your brown. „I’m not... I’m not freaking out.“

„So you’re completely relaxed now?“ she teased you, stroking your cheek with her other hand. „In that case, you should go see a doctor when we return home. Having such a high-resting heart rate is not healthy.“

You could feel yourself blushing and were sure, that Hange saw it even in the dark. But a genuine smile finally made its way to your lips. She was right. This is why you came here. You wanted to spend time with her and maybe finally break down the walls separating the two of you.

Hange liked you as well, you were sure of it for a couple of weeks now. But it seemed that she was just as shy in approaching you in this matter. You both focused on work, trying to hide your true feelings. And that only led to more sleepless nights in your case. You spent long hours staring into the ceiling, thinking about how different those moments would be if Hange was there beside you.

„I think you know why my heart is pounding like that,“ you finally said, daring to tuck a few strands of hair behind her right ear, carefully fixing her glasses as they slid down her nose a little.

God, she was so beautiful.

In that moment and every other as well.

During everything she was doing, literally anytime.

You were never in love before. Not truly in love. With Hange it all felt so different even now when the two of you weren’t together. But when you looked at her and studied the structure of her face, her joyful eyes, and her bright smile, that painted rays of sunshine all over her face, you could see your whole future. The life you wanted and wished for.

Being a Scout was good... for now. After years of hard training, you were happy at where you ended up. But life had so much more to offer. And you wanted to experience that as well, best with somebody you truly loved.

With Hange.

„What did you mean, when you said that this is why I came here?“ you asked, while your fingers still lingered over the soft warm skin of her cheek.

„You wanted to be alone with me.“

„Yes.“

„Because you wanted to tell me something?“

You shrugged, gently grabbing her chin and bringing her face closer to yours. With her hand still right over your wildly beating heart, you brushed your lips over Hange’s mouth, waiting for her response. It took her less than a second until you felt her return the kiss. A pleasant wave of excitement and warmth washed over your entire body, making you feel something like never before.

Something you weren’t even sure existed. Until now.

„I think this is better than a thousand words,“ you whispered, still just a mere distance away from her lips.

„I really much agree with that,“ she said just as quietly as if she was scared somebody may hear her. „Was it that obvious that I like you? Or did you just shoot your shot and hoped for the best?“

„Maybe something from both of those options,“ you smiled again, longing for her lips once more. For even just one last kiss. „I think I love you. For a few weeks now, actually. And it was driving me crazy, that I wasn’t able to say something. To let you know how I really feel.“

Being friends with Hange was one thing. It was never hard or complicated, her truly friendly nature drew you towards her from day one. And it really was only friendship at the beginning.

The first time you noticed, that you started to feel something more, panic set in. You truly freaked out, because falling for Hange... You never saw it coming, so all of those feelings knocked you off your feet and left you avoiding Hange for a couple of days. You hoped, that being apart for some time would solve this... problem?

No, it wasn’t a problem.

Just something you never knew you were looking for, until you got to know Hange Zoë.

Your whole life was flipped upside down, torn into tiny pieces, and then put together once again, this time truly magically.

„Good, I was looking for ways to tell you something very similar. And now I’m glad that I wasn’t the first to confess,“ Hange said, tasting your lips again for a short while. For just a glimpse of a moment that felt like a whole eternity. „Nonetheless... I love you,“ she whispered into your skin, planting tiny kisses along your jaw, which made you smile again.

You felt relief and happiness like never before. Being a part of the Scouting Regiment meant never knowing when you were going to die. Making friends and getting close to people was necessary, but really hard. Throughout the years, you’ve lost a lot of people closest to you.

Maybe that’s why you were so afraid of falling in love. Losing friends was one thing. But losing somebody you wanted to have a future with...

You weren't sure your heart would be able to take such pain and suffering.

„I want to spend my life with you, Hange. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life and fall asleep holding you in my arms every night.“

„I wake up at dawn every morning, so I can go to the lab and get some work done before breakfast.“

You expected something sweet in response, maybe another kiss. But the words that came out of her mouth were just so typical for Hange. Not everybody liked her sense of humor, but it never bothered you. Quite the opposite.

„Okay, I’ll settle for falling asleep with you in my arms. I hate waking up early,“ you mumbled, asking for another kiss with puckered lips.

„I’ll teach you how to do it.“

„You’ll teach me how to wake up early?“ Hange nodded, biting down on her lower lip with a cheeky grin. „Well... I’ll be happy to give your method a try,“ you assured her, still asking for a kiss.

And Hange gave it to you.

And then at least ten more, before she started to talk about the stars again.

She had many stories and suddenly wanted to share all of them with you. Every single one of them, even those about stars and constellations you’ve never heard about. But just until the moment Hange described them to you in a way no one else would be able to do. With such whimsical details and words full of the purest magic. With one of her hands tangled in your hair, the other still resting on your chest, feeling you're once again calmly beating heart.

At that moment, you were safe and loved.

There was no point in worrying about how the next day would turn out.

At that moment, it was only you and Hange.

And that felt just right.

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Love at the Craft Table

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 104

Summary: a flashback to you and Dieter on the set of Bark of Justice

Warnings: Dieter being a bit grumpy, being harassed by a “nice guy”, changing points of view

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The craft table was empty. It was safe to venture out there. You were hoping to refill your bottle with iced tea and maybe grab and sandwich before…

“Hey, do you want some sour Skittles?”

You swear, Kevin was a walking jump scare, waiting around for you in the shadows like a creeper.

“Um, no thanks I just…”

“Are you into surfing? I’m totally into it. I grew up near the beach, so I went every day. You must’ve been the same, we have so much in common.”

“No, I didn’t live near a beach, and it got cold a lot where I…”

“Woah, cold in Australia? That’s crazy”

“Tasmania is quite close to Antarctica actually.”

“Yeah, well I don’t surf anymore, and it took me an hour to drive to the beach so…”

You really needed to find a polite way out of this situation, and you spotted him.

“Mr. Bravo, are you needing any help?”

*****

Last day of filming. Dieter sure wasn’t going to miss this crazy month of filming and the crazy prosthetics, but he would miss you. He thought about trying to work up the courage to attempt at flirting but then immediately decided against it. Rule number one: don’t flirt with the people who are responsible for making you look good, no matter how pretty they are.

Speaking of which, she was over at the craft table. He realised he was thirsty, so he headed over there. Where’d this grip git whatever the fuck his name was come from? You clearly weren’t interested in him, but he didn’t seem to get the message. And he didn’t deserve to be in her presence, just take the rejection and move on. Why didn’t assholes take no for an answer?

“Mr. Bravo, are you wanting any help?”

Oh, you were standing right in front of him, looking so beautiful and…pay attention, don’t get lost in those eyes.

“Um, I was thirsty, but not sure if I should stick with the water or just splurge for the last day?”

“The iced tea is nice. It’s peach and I love it or…”

“Well, you’ve sold me on it.”

You gratefully took his tumbler and filled it up for him, his arm being a little stiff from the fake arm you put on him earlier.

“Here you go Mr. Bravo.”

“Please, we’ve been working together for a month, call me Dieter.”

You didn’t say anything, so he awkwardly took a sip. “Hey, that is good.”

You smiled, “Glad you like it.”

“Thanks, you’re a peach!” Why did he say that? That was the most stupid thing to say.

But you just smiled and walked away happy, so it wasn’t too big a disaster. He hoped.

*****

You took the job for Sap of Justice because it gave you creative freedom. The brief from the director was that a man was slowly being turned into a tree, and they wanted it based as much in reality as possible. You spent hours researching cases of people suffering from illnesses which could possibly resemble someone being slowly turned into a tree. They were thrilled with your ideas.

Thankfully the actor didn’t require a full body of prosthetics, and the makeup work was spaced out so he wouldn’t have to suffer. Mr. Bravo only had to spend the second third of the filming in full prosthetics, and he was thankful because he could barely move. His assistant seemed to have scarpered, so you worked double duty as his helper, feeding him between takes and making sure he was still comfortable. You didn’t mind as you could keep an eye on your work. 

You were warned of his reputation, but he was the first actor not to flirt with you. The actor playing the wife murderer leered at you while you put a fake bullet hole in his forehead, wishing it was a real one.

You felt kind of safe around Mr. Bravo. Now was the first instant of him attempting to flirt with you and you had to admit that you like it.

*****

Dieter trudged over to the craft table now that he had a lunch break. He noticed you sitting off to the side in the shade.

“Did you want a seat Mr. Bravo?” you indicated to the seat next to you.

He nodded and walked over while you took your kit bag off the seat next to you. He noticed for the first time it had a big Vincent labelled across it.

“Vincent?” he gestured while he sat down.

“Oh, that’s the name of my bag.”

“He’s not named after Vincent Price, is he?”

“He is! You’re the first one to get it.”

“I don’t know any other Vincents” his stomach grumbled, reminding him why he was here.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be hungry. Can I go and get you something?”

“You don’t need to…”

“You’re already sitting down, and I wanted to get myself something, so I don’t mind.”

“Sure um, what do you recommend?”

“I just had the chicken salad which is nice. And it won’t make much of a mess of your face.”

“I trust your judgement.”

You came back shortly with a plate piled with food and refilled his tumbler.

“This is good”

“I know. I feel bad if I take some to take home with me, but it tastes too good.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Should’ve done that myself.”

You both chuckled but then Dieter felt and awkward pause coming up. “So, you like Vincent Price?”

He knew you loved films, often he’d name a random one and you’d know of it, surprisingly for him.

“Of course! That man could read the dictionary and I’d be in awe.”

“I think I watched Witchfinder General five times before I could get the voice right.”

You almost jumped out of your seat in joy, “You can do the voice?!”

But before Dieter could do his best rendition, you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, did you want any sour Skittles?”

“No, thank you.” Kevin sucked the joy out of you now.

“I’d like some.” Dieter muttered but that grip git quickly shoved them back into his pocket.

“I only had one left so…” Kevin pawed at the ground, “So, I was, we were having a wrap party afterwards. Me and the gang. Would you like to join…?”

“No, thank you. I have things to do.”

“It’s no big deal but, I, we, put together to order in pizza and…”

Dieter butt in, “She said no.”

“Uh…”

“She said no, now do you mind? We’re having lunch here.”

Kevin shuffled off, mumbling something rude towards Dieter under his breath.

“You didn’t have to do that Mr. Bravo.”

“He’s a Skittle stealing git is what he is, so I wanted to.”

“Oh, were you wanting some?”

“Skittles? Nah, your cookies are sweet enough for me.”

He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t flirting, was it? No, it was just a compliment.

“Thanks, um, I should take Vincent to…over there. See you later Mr. Bravo.”

*****

You were definitely developing feelings for the actor. You’d never had any kind of romantic feelings for an actor, anyone, for a while. Always closing yourself off to avoid the hurt feelings of betrayal. This felt different though, like he’d never stab you in the back.

He felt more like a romantic hero than the secret killer. You imagined him with a chainsaw hand fighting deadites and you had to pull yourself out of that pool of swooning. But you had to be professional, he was probably like that with everyone. You really did want to hear his Vincent Price impression.

*****

That’s a wrap was one of the greatest sentences ever uttered. Finally, he can get out of this character, out of this location, out of this costume. Getting out of this makeup meant that you would be out of his life though.

This was his final chance to maybe suggest maybe going out for a possible no pressure drink. But you’d probably say no, so best not to ask in the first place. But what is you said yes? Feelings were hard. Everything was so much easier when he was on drugs, he didn’t have to worry about feelings. Feelings just made everything hurt.

He was quiet throughout his final time in the makeup chair. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to deal with seeing your beautiful smiling face for the last time. He mumbled a quick thank you and left before he felt the tears well up.

Now he was sitting around waiting for his driver, eyes closed and wallowing in regret. He opened them with a sigh and noticed you off in the distance packing away up your car. Maybe he should offer to help? Was that being too forward? It seems though, that someone had the same idea.

*****

“Hey, you want some help?”

How did he learn to move so quickly? And silently? He must be part alien possessed by a poltergeist or something.

“No, thank you, I have a system and…”

“It’s no big deal” ignoring your protests, he grabbed your tote bag and spotted your box of cookies, “Hey, cookies. Why weren’t these at the craft table?”

“I made those so…”

Immediately he opened it and shoved a cookie into his mouth, “These are good. Why didn’t I get one?”

“They’re only for, um, can I have it back please?”

He held it away from you as crumbs spilled out from his mouth.

“Come on, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Don’t I deserve one?”

You just stood there in silence, arms waiting for your cookie box.

“I’ll give it back to you. If you give me a kiss.”

You felt the panic crawling up along with the tears, “Please”

“Or you could go out with me. That’s all I want from…”

“Please”

Suddenly, Kevin was being shoved against your car. Dieter had him pinned there, holding him with one hand.

“Leave her alone” he calmly stated. With his other hand, he took your cookie box out of Kevin’s two hands. You only just realised how big his hands were and you did the makeup on them for a month.

“Now, if you ever bother her again I will send people after you. Bad people. Because I know some, bad people that is.”

“Okay, okay” he stammered out.

“And apologise to her.”

Kevin barely whimpered out an apology, but it was enough that Dieter eventually let go of him. He almost growled and Kevin ran off like a man who’d wet his pants which amused Dieter. He softened when he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

You wiped away tears you didn’t know you shed and nodded. Dieter then nodded and handed you back your rescued cookie box.

The act almost made you swoon.

Dieter was glad he didn’t punch that grip git in the face, even though he really wanted to. Punching people in the face was not a good look for an Oscar winner. He scared him good though, pretty sure he wet his pants. He chuckled at the thought of that.

“Dieter.”

He turned around, almost not recognising his name coming from your mouth.

“Um, thank you for…”

“Hey, I’m sure anyone would’ve…”

“No, I don’t think anyone would’ve. Do you want the last cookie?” you practically shoved the box in his face to avoid the embarrassment.

“Uh, sure”

He wasn’t sure if he should eat it now or later, you were fidgeting a lot.

“I don’t normally do this but, would you like to get together and watch a movie sometime?”

Dieter’s brain short-circuited for a second and he answered way too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Oh, good” you seem relieved, “What’s your number so…”

Oh shit, “I don’t know, sorry.”

“That’s okay, do you have your phone on you?”

Oh, shit again, “I have no idea where it is.”

You held up a finger, “Wait, two seconds.”

You scurried off, leaving Dieter with nothing to do but he his cookie. You came scurrying back holding a piece of paper.

“This is my number” you said, holding it out to him. “Give me a call sometime and we can organise something. Or text me, whatever works for you.”

He remembered in time not to drop the cookie from his mouth, “Yeah, sounds great. I’ll do that.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know…you really don’t mind getting together to watch a scary movie?”

His brain short-circuited again.

“I’d love to watch a scary movie with you.”

Films referenced: Witchfinder General (1968), Evil Dead 2 (1987)

Lovingly tagging @cevans-is-classic

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No Longer Alone Together: Part 3

Part Three | Masterlist

December 5th: 

They slip back into normalcy quite easily. She goes back to her normal shifts for just 1 week before her Christmas break starts, and a similar thing was true for the kids, their last day was on the 23rd, however. 

Spencer is up at 6am, he answers the door for Emily and gives her a big welcome home hug. PJ sits with them in their bed for an hour, babbling and driving his little toy cars over the sheets while Y/N gets another hour in. Luna comes in around 7, and Spencer has to wake the other 2 up at 7:30 so they can have breakfast and get ready for the bus. They’re gone at 8:15, the first bell rings at 8:50 and they’d be home around 4. 

On Monday, she goes to her doctor before work to give a blood sample, she’s welcomed back by the secretary who has sat in the same wheelie chair since they had Atlas, she’s very happy to see Y/N again. 

In the doctor's main office, on the wall, all the healthy babies that Doctor Morison has delivered, have their photos hung on the wall. All three of her children are on there, Atlas covered in cake at his first birthday, Noelle all dressed up for her first professional photo with the chubbiest cheeks… and a newborn Luna sitting in Atlas’s arms with Noelle resting her head on her, hugging her brand new little sister with a huge smile. 

There’s going to be 4 up there soon… she shakes her head, thinking about it while she waits for the nurse. 

This time not even a decade ago, she was completely alone and crushing on some guy who kept coming into her wing of the museum. The one with the curly brown hair and the sweet blond boy he carried around on his shoulders to see the dinosaurs better. She spent over a year dreaming about being with a man like him… or just him in general. She wanted to mother his children and take them to the museum and live a happy life with someone who loved her… 

She has Paris to thank for the family she has now, if her dad didn’t take his girlfriend to France, she would’ve never had the courage to talk to Spencer… leave it to the city of love to be strong enough to bring people together even when they’re in the privacy of their own home. And then like magic, Taylor Swift wrote it into a song which plays in her headphones while she waits for her doctor. 

She has her blood taken, the nurse is lovely about it, and then she gets to talk to her regular doctor. They share a hug, it’s been a while since she’s seen her in person. They’ve been through a lot together… 

“So, you know this is considered a geriatric pregnancy now that you’re 40 and it comes with higher risks, right?” Dr. Morison asks. 

She nods, “yep… pretty nervous about it, actually.” 

“It’s not going to be too different, you’re just going to get poked a bit more often, but it’s just to make sure you’re both as healthy as possible,” she assures her. “How are you feeling, 9 weeks and 3 days is right when everything starts to get worse for you, usually…” 

She chuckles, “yeah… well, I’m not throwing up as much as I was with the others but I think it’s cause I was too busy, I wouldn’t let myself.” 

“Ah, I take it Spencer is back home now?” 

“How’d you know he was gone?” 

“I saw him on the tonight show on the ER TV of all places?” she shares with a surprised smile. “I bought the books too… I can’t believe it’s all based on real stories?” 

“Oh yeah, it was wild when he was still in the FBI…” she can’t believe it either. “He’ll be here for the ultrasound on Friday, though.” 

“Good… now, we have some extra tests that we can screen for this time around, I can go ahead and run them all with this blood test?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agrees easily. “I want to know everything.” 

December 9th:

And there he was beside her the day of the big ultrasound, with PJ strapped to his chest, taking his morning nap, heavy as ever for being 22 months old. 

They offered to take him every morning until the baby came, and then most days after that while they adjusted to having a newborn. PJ was an easy kid to watch, he was almost 2 after all, so he was in that peaceful stage between baby and toddler that they loved so much. It was a win-win getting to look after him. 

They don’t meet in the ultrasound room first. Instead, a nurse takes them back to that same office with the baby photos on the walls, nervous that something is wrong. 

Dr. Morison comes in with a smile, with nothing alarming in her presentation. And then she sits with a sigh and Spencer turns to Y/N with a look, reading her a lot better than Y/N ever could. 

“And who’s this?” She notices the baby on Spencer's chest. 

“Our nephew,” Spencer explains. “You know Laura and Emily Prentiss?” 

“Ah, Peter Joseph,” she knew exactly which baby that was. “Laura’s due any day now, isn’t she? I’m on call to deliver.” 

“We know…” Y/N can tell she’s stalling. 

There’s something she’s scared to say. 

“So, right to business, I guess… We ran your blood and found something,” she leads. “It’s not bad, it’s not life-threatening, but this baby does have 3 copies of chromosome number 21, meaning—

“They have down syndrome?” Spencer knows right away. 

Dr. Morison nods. “They do.” 

“That’s okay,” Y/N looks between Spencer and their doctor, watching their faces to make sure they thought so too. “They’re okay, otherwise, right?” 

“We have to do the ultrasound to make sure, but yes, they’re healthy according to all your other levels,” she assures them. “It’s highly common for women over 35 to pass on two copies of the 21st chromosome, actually 1 in 800 babies in the united states is born with trisomy 21 and as of 2022, the life expectancy of a person born with trisomy 21 is 60 plus years old… there is a high likely hood they will have some developmental delays and some physical disabilities too like sleep apnea or gastrointestinal problems… but we won’t know until they’re born.” 

“Okay,” Y/N takes a deep breath, accepting it easily, she always said she’d love every child no matter what. “um… do you know what their sex is on there?” 

“Oh, yeah, I have it,” she stalls, making sure Spencer has the time to catch up.

He’s quiet because he’s thinking about it all, he knows a lot about trisomy 21 in his brain. It was going to be an adjustment, but they could do it easily with him being home all the time and the child probably needing more support, it was going to work fine. Thinking about maybe homeschooling them to avoid bullying and ensure she learns to the best of her ability and any of the other kids could switch to homeschooling too. And he wouldn’t mind taking a huge hiatus from writings books, even if the publishers get mad. His family comes first. 

“Spence?” Y/N nudges him.

“Sorry. Please, go on,” Spencer realizes they’re waiting for him. “I’d love to know.” 

“You’re having another little girl,” she smiles, watching as they turn to each other with big eyes and matching gasps. 

“No way?” Y/N can’t believe it, she had an inkling they’d be a boy because this pregnancy was similar to Atlas’s so far but, clearly, she was wrong. 

“The tests don’t lie,” she jokes, letting them live in the moment for a minute. “Would you like to go see her?” 

“Absolutely.” 

They follow her into the ultrasound room she gets all undressed and on the table, nervous as ever to see her. Dr. Morison is quiet while she does the exam, watching the screen alone at first and then turning the screen on the wall on for them to see. She walks them through everything she sees, what’s normal and what she expected to see with the trisomy 21 diagnosis. It’s not as scary as she thought, the anxiety in her body fades as reality settles. 

They get pictures and pamphlets and book a million more appointments for different things over the next few months. It’s a lot to process, but thankfully they have a few months to get ready for everything. 

PJ’s back in his car seat, and the two of them sit in the front of the van, Spencer offers to drive home but neither one of them is really ready to go yet. They just sit there. Quietly. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know,” she can’t describe it. “I’m just worried about her…” she rubs her hand over her belly. “It’ll be difficult on us, sure whatever, but what about her? She’s going to have health issues her whole life and kids are fucking mean?” 

“Believe me, I know,” Spencer reaches over to hold her hand. “But she has two older sisters and a big brother to watch out for her alongside us. And like 10 cousins… she’s going to be very loved, very protected, she’s going to have a good life with us.” 

He’s right. He always is. He has a 6th sense for when things are good for them, like he can tell what was set out by fate and what was temptation just waiting for them to reach out and make their perfectly crafted stack of cards come crumbling down. 

They take PJ back to Laura, finding that Will’s truck is in the driveway, so he must be over too. Sure enough, they walk right in and find Will in the kitchen making Laura some lunch while she sits at the counter rubbing her big belly. 

“Hey!!” They cheer as soon as they see Spencer, although Laura doesn’t get up from her seat, she really can’t with how pregnant she is. “Welcome home!” 

“Hi,” he gives her a quick hug, “how are you feeling?” 

“Good, ready to be done, you know…” she shrugs. He’s heard it all, having witnessed the end of pregnancy many times already, he knew it was hardest on them. “How’s my little man?” 

“He’s good,” Y/N gives her a half-hearted smile while holding little PJ, still asleep and slowly waking up on her shoulder. “He slept a lot longer than usual cause we were in the car after his nap time and you know he loves cars.” 

“Where’d you go?” Will asks before Laura can get to it. 

“We had a doctor's appointment,” Spencer shoots her a look, wondering if they’re going to tell their support system now or later… he didn’t really have a choice, they read him like a book. 

“You’re pregnant again?” Will points at her, “I knew it. I had a feeling last week when we had lunch at the museum…”

“Yeah,” she takes a deep breath, “and— and we got news, it’s not bad news… we love her already no matter what, but we found out today she has down syndrome.” 

“Oh,” Will and Laura look at each other with the same expression. 

“That’s normal for people our age, though, right?” Will asks, “there are two boys with it in Henry’s class and a guy in my jujitsu club’s daughter has it, they’re all wonderful little kids…”

“Yeah, no, we’re excited, it’s going to be fine,” Spencer reiterates. 

“And you know Amelia from Grey's anatomy? Her daughter in real life has it too, she’s the sweetest thing,” Laura adds. “Did you guys plan this… is that why you’re so hesitant to be excited?” 

She takes a deep breath and bounces PJ slightly, soothing herself more than him with the simple rhythmic movement. “We don’t use condoms, never have, so technically we’re always trying… I’m hesitant cause— cause this is now a high-risk pregnancy on top of being a geriatric one. I have to do more tests, she’s going to go through medical problems her whole life, she’s going to be dependent on us for a lot of things well into her adulthood… and the world's not looking too good right now, so like, I’m feeling terrible like it’s my fault and— and,” she finally breaks down, covering her face as she cries. 

Will and Spencer crowd her, Will takes PJ from her and Spencer wraps her up in a hug, “hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“I know, I’m just pregnant,” she cries harder, embarrassed more than anything to be doing this in front of their friends, but they were her best friends in the whole world. They would hear this at some point anyway. 

She takes a seat beside Laura at the kitchen counter, finally, Laura offers over half of her sandwich but Y/N doesn’t want it. Spencer stands behind her, rubbing her back gently, he knows they have to leave soon to make it back to the house in time for Luna to get off the bus, but she needs her people. 

“I’m just going to run home,” he whispers to the top of her head before pressing a kiss there, “you stay and chat.” 

“Okay,” she knows exactly why he’s going, the others do too. 

“Do you need anything while I’m out, Laur?” Spencer asks, offering to go out of his way for her in her time of need. 

“I’m good, just hurry back here with my niece, I miss her,” she teases, having a wonderful bond with all 3 of them actually. 

Once Spencer’s gone, the other two look at her carefully, “why didn’t you tell us?” 

She shrugs, “I didn’t want to believe it was happening until he was home, honestly.” 

“I get that,” Will understands. “JJ found out with Michael at work and told Spencer before me and I was genuinely pissed…” 

“I remember,” Y/N can recall the phone call they had after it. “I knew right away basically, but I didn’t take a test till last week.”  

“When are you due?” Laura asks more so she knows when they’ll all have to step up to take care of Y/N this time. 

“July 10th… Nichola Teslas birthday, apparently,” she remembers how excited Spencer got when he realized that, repeating it with a smile. “And she’s a girl and she looked really good, you want to see?” 

That was a no-brainer. She takes the ultrasound photos out of her purse and hands it to them. “How do they know she has down syndrome?” 

“The blood tests and that there,” she points at the back of the baby's neck, “the fluid build-up is a telltale sign.” 

“Ah,” they both follow along.

“And you’re okay?” Laura asks, “do you need anything?” 

She shrugs, “I feel fine… I’m just nervous and you know my anxiety is always 10 times worse when I’m pregnant.” 

“Look at me,” Laura takes her hand in hers and stares into her eyes. “You’re a wonderful mom, you and Spencer are so good to your kids, a special needs child isn’t going to be difficult for you. You’re going to give them so much love and accept them for who they are and help them grow into who they’re meant to be just like you’re doing with the other 3… she’s going to grow up very loved. That’s all you could ask for, right?” 

“Yeah,” she cries lightly again, leaning over and resting her head on Lauras shoulder, “thank you.” 

Its moments like this she’s so unbelievably thankful for Spencer and that trip her parents took to Paris. She would’ve never known Laura or Will without him, without that trip setting the dominos for the rest of her in motion. She’d never know true friendship and love like this without it. 

—

Back at home later that afternoon, they have to get the older two from the bus and head right back out to the doctor's office to get Noelle's cast off. Her doctor is so proud of her for keeping it on right and helping her bones heal to the best of their ability. She gets a special sticker for doing such a good job around the saw as they cut it off and then she asks to keep the cast… her eyes well with tears and she cries when mom says no at first.

It stinks, it’s gross, and Y/N doesn’t want it in her house, so they compromise and cut out her favourite signatures to put in a memory box in her room. She loved her cast. She told everyone about how she broke her arm doing a cool skateboarding jump in her cousin's backyard and how she didn’t even cry in the hospital. It was her proudest achievement so far and Spencer wasn’t even there for any of it. 

He goes into a bit of a spiral that night after the kids go to bed. 

He sits with Y/N in the living room, she holds her phone in her hands as she scrolls through tiktok’s with a Christmas movie on in the background and Spencer's head in her lap. Occasionally she’ll scratch the top of his head like he’s a cat and rake her fingers through his hair, it’s usually relaxing but he can’t stop stressing. 

“Do you think they’re going to grow up and resent me for missing the last month?” He whispers. 

“What?” She doesn’t mean to laugh but it does sound a bit ridiculous. 

“I didn’t even know she broke her arm until she was home from the hospital?” He cries, “and it was apparently the best day of her life?” 

“Thats just because I let her have a whole tub of ice cream from the corner store,” Y/N downplays it. “Seriously, Will would have called you too if you weren’t in Chicago… I wasn’t there right away either, you know?” 

“I just feel guilty,” he sighs, looking up at her from his spot in her lap. “I wish I was here for that, for you… I still can’t get over how much Atlas cried when he saw me again. That broke my heart.” 

“He’s a sensitive soul,” she coos, stroking his hair back out of his eyes. “Just like you… seriously, it’s one month out of the full 18 years you get to spend with them here.” 

“We only have 10 more with him—

“Ah! No!” She points at him. “I am not thinking about that night now. Believe me, I know the math and I hate it too.”

He turns his head to the side and stares at her tummy, “at least we get a fresh start again soon…”

“We should call dad and Diana,” she suggests. “they’re going to be excited.” 

“Where did they go this year, again?” Spencer genuinely forgets, his last few months were so busy that he’s barely talked to his mom and when he did it was about himself. 

“They’re on a cruise in Alaska,” she says while back on her phone, pulling up the photo her dad sent her of him and Diana on the boat the first day. “They come home on the 21st.” 

They started a tradition of trips for Christmas, but since becoming grandparents, they’ve always come home with a few days to spare before the big day. They didn’t want to miss any time with their grandkids, not when they didn’t know how much time they had left. 

“That sounds fun,” he’s envious. “We should take a trip before this baby, just me and you…” 

“When? We’re already taking the kids to Florida in March?” She reminds him, the whole thing was already planned with JJ, Will, their kids and Penny coming too. 

He shrugs, “we’ll find time… even if we just go to DC for 2 nights away. I miss this, just doing nothing together for hours on end.” 

“Me too,” she lets out a deeper sigh as she thinks about it. “We’re done after this baby, right?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

She nods, “yeah, I don’t think I can do this again… not with my bad eggs.” 

“You don’t have bad eggs,” he assures her, wrapping his arms around her middle and hugging her with his face pressed to her belly. “I know it's different and scary and it’ll be like being first-time parents again but that’s the fun part… I loved those first few months with just me, you and Atlas. Even with the sleep deprivation and getting shit on, I loved spending time with you and now we get to do it again.” 

“It’s taking everything in me not to google it,” she admits. “I want to know everything that can go terribly wrong but I also know thats the worst thing I could do to myself right now.” 

“Yeah, maybe don’t,” Spencer agreed. “We have another appointment in the new year and we’re going to learn everything then. It’ll be okay.” 

“You keep saying that.” 

“‘Cause I mean it,” he didn’t know what else to say. “We’ve gotten through some terrible things and made it this far. This isn’t a terrible thing, if anything, I’m glad that out of the 1 in 800 babies in the US born with down syndrome, it’s our baby who has it. She’s a baby who’s going to need a lot of love and who else loves like us? No one. We have a huge family, the kids will love her, Penny and Laura and Will, they’re going to love her and offer to spend just as much time with her as they do with the others. My mom and your dad are going to spoil her rotten and you know it. It’s going to be so absolutely okay.” 

She doesn’t mean to tear up but she does, overwhelmed with love. “I’m glad she’s ours too.”

[tealfling]

It's All About Timing.

Couldn't help myself:

Gale x Zephyr + Amaranth x Astarion

Angsty fluff, a little innuendo, mentions of Gale's explosive choice

Act 2, just before Moonrise, post both confessions, immediately after Gale's "last night" (with Zephyr)

"It's about time you showed up---my, my Gale, you look positively disheveled." Astarion's frustration quickly turned to a devilish tease when he noticed the wizard's messed hair and unaligned shirt clasps as the human walked into light of the fire. "Got into a little chaos last night, did we?" Astarion hummed, wiggling his white eyebrows.

Gale blushed, smoothing his hair back, deciding to look anywhere but that other man in the eye. He was hoping everyone was still in bed, even out of the Shadow-Cursed Lands the hour wouldn't be near dawn yet. Of course of all the people to run into at this time, it just had to be Astarion. The man hadn't been out at this hour in weeks, having taken to following his own tiefling partner, the group leader Amaranth, around like a shadow. Yet, here he was, seemingly alone. This wasn't a walk of shame, Gale reminded himself. Anything but honestly. Still, he was more private about certain intimate personal matters than some others at camp. His night time bedmate for one, he was glad he'd sent her back first. "I, uh, we--" Gale started.

"Oh, you don't have to make excuses for me. I can smell her still soaked into your beard all the way over here," goaded Astarion walking around the campfire. Gale ran his hand over his beard, as if the futile attempt would get rid of the evidence. It didn't sit well with him that another man could smell that part of her. Astarion quipped, "I didn't think you had it in you." He waved over a hand before crossing his arms with a cheeky grin.

Gale pinched his eyebrows. "Oh, I have a lot in me that you don't know about. There are things I could do that you couldn't even dream of." The other man scoffed at that, but Gale continued, "One doesn't come away from being the lover of a goddess without a few tricks up their sleeve not limited to the material plane."

Astarion fully rolled his eyes turning to the fire, thinking he'd triggered a boastful tangent of Gale's. "I wouldn't bring that up so much anymore, if I were you." He wasn't sure why he'd said it, but the words slipped out. "Not if you wish to continue your new flesh fumblings." Did he want to rain on the wizard's parade? Bring him back down a peg? Or had the past few days of emotional openness with Amaranth taken his guard down enough to let them through?

"What?" Gale asked, not following Astarion.

"The goddess thing," Astarion clarified, not looking away from the fire. "No one in camp is as confident in themselves as Zephyr is, well, maybe Lae'zel, even if being deemed a traitor to her people has shaken her resolve lately," he added. "But not Zephyr, who somehow manages to see her magical outbursts as a ‘quirky feature’ instead of a flaw. And then you say something foolish like that and I can almost hear her heart drop. She probably imagines she can never fill the goddess size hole in your eyes or your heart, and then she walks around camp all mopey, and that makes Amaranth all sad." Astarion’s words trailed before he turned to Gale snapping, "So if you could just keep the comments to yourself, that would be great."

Gale sank down on a log. He ran his hand through his long brown hair and sighed. Was all he could offer Zephyr misery? Finally, he said, "I had it all planned out, you know?" Astarion's ears perked as he allowed Gale to continue. "Ever since Elminster told me what Mystra bid me do with the orb, I have resigned myself to the fate Mystra said was mine. With the view of Moonrise Towers looming over us," Gale waved his arms as he spoke throwing a hand in the direction of the tower. "I have spent the last several days thinking about how I wanted to spend my last night alive. How I wanted to spend my last hours in her presence. Working up the courage to tell her how I truly feel. The charm Elminster placed on the orb would have allowed me to wow her, to show her a glimpse of what I was capable of before, to allow her to feel things only the gods should know. To give her something to remember me by, but she didn't want it," his voice cracked. "She said she wanted me. The man. I don't know the last time someone saw me as just a man and been satisfied with that alone. At times, even I wasn't satisfied with myself unless it had to do with what my magic was capable of, growing my power. That's how I wound up in this predicament to begin with. It had been so long since I've been with a mortal. But with her?" He exhaled deeply, "How can the night stand so still and yet be over in an instant? I always thought I'd have centuries to accomplish the things I wanted. Now? I’m forced to count the minutes until it's over. For the past year, I've seen my last days rushing towards me and have been mentally preparing to leap into its void. Sometimes perhaps too eagerly than I care to admit. Now at it's precipice, I can't help but pause. Knowing that if I looked back I would see her, knowing that she wants me to live, as I am, and the hurt I would cause her if I followed through as Mystra wishes. Zephyr made me care again. About her and her happiness. About the rest of you and your lives. I want to see it all through. I don't want to die. I want to live."

Gale's admission was said less like a prayer and more like a wish he didn't think would come true. A feeling Astarion was all too familiar with. He looked over Gale. A man with an unfathomable decision to make. Comforting others was not something Astarion was good at, having never really done so before. He didn't know what words to say. There was no script to follow here. But he did understand Gale's hesitation and how a sudden new spark of hope made him question everything he thought he knew about his very existence.

A small breathy chuckle escaped Astarion. Gale scowled, "Something funny?"

Astarion spoke softly, not realizing the small smile that crossed his lips. "Just thinking about how good those damnable little tieflings are at ruining plans. They just waltz into your life with their fiendish little grins and their infernal silver tongues, looking like devils, acting like angels, then suddenly everything is different."

"Is that why you're out here instead of pretending to hide in whichever tent you have Amaranth stashed in? Surely, you didn't intend to wait here to hear me wallow in my own self pity? Or was there something else you wanted?" Gale asked with his own smile.

Abruptly remembering his original intent, Astarion blushed, his ears twitching. "I want you to help me make breakfast." He meant to sound more demanding, but embarrassment took hold at the last second.

Gale looked almost as shocked as the vampire. "You want to cook breakfast?"

"Not for me. For Amaranth," he bit.

"Amaranth?" Gale asked, confused. "She's arguably a better cook than I am."

"It's ugh..." Astarion wrung his hands together, feeling a bit guilty for what he was about to admit. "There isn't exactly anything for me to, ahem, hunt in the Shadow-Curse so Amaranth's been using her magic to graciously allow me to, um, double dip," he said looking up for a moment. He continued heatedly, "She says she's fine after, but there's no way losing that much blood doesn't take a toll on the body regardless of how much 'restorative' magic one uses ."

Gale watched Astarion ramble. It was more obvious than ever the vampire deeply cared for the tiefling cleric. Such a thoughtful simple gesture. Something that wouldn't have crossed Astarion's mind when they first met, but here he was, up before the crack of dawn fretting over breakfast. Now it was Gale's turn to laugh. For him, gestures could never be grand enough, but maybe now that he was currently with mortals more he could focus on the smaller things before allowing himself to be crushed by the grand schemes of others.

“Well, I guess we should get started then,” Gale sighed.

Astarion spat, “Ew, gods, no. Not until you've washed up. I don’t want her food contaminated with any of your personal additions.”

"Good morning, Starshine, " the soft voice of Amaranth interrupted their discussion. Astarion whipped around as she rubbed her still tired eyes. "Oh, good morning, Gale," she said sleepily when she noticed the wizard slumped in front of the log. "What are you two doing up this early?" Even through her indigo skin the dark under eye circles were prominent.

"Darling! What are you doing up? You should be resting!" Astarion snapped. He immediately stormed over to Amaranth.

Gale could tell the edge in the vampire's tone was a product of concern more than his normal venom. "Astarion asked me to help him make breakfast for you," Gale answered with a small smile.

It could have been a trick of the light, but it looked like Astarion's ears might have gotten a little more flush than normal at the comment. Gale smirked, having flustered the other man. Not something he was aware could be done, but now that he knew how, he most certainly would again.

"Awe, you're making me breakfast?" Amaranth's face lit up as she leaned in to hug Astarion. It took a moment for him to settle into it, but he embraced her as well.

"You need to go back to bed," he reiterated.

She nuzzled into him as carefully as she could, her ram curved horns not allowing her to press her cheek against him like she clearly wanted. "I couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't let me. You were gone and I was thinking about the best way to handle Moonrise and--"

Astarion cut her off, "Then I think you should take another day to rest, and regain your strength so that clever little brain of yours can think clearly, my dear. Half the others were up all night too, they would probably appreciate the extra respite."

Amaranth pulled back alarmed, "Who? What's wrong with the others?"

Her lover smirked, casting a side glance at Gale. "Well, as usual Wyll stayed up late drinking away his daddy issues. Lae'zel is lamenting her career choice. Gale spent all night stuffing his Weave into Zephyr, who can barely contain her own--she's probably a potted plant somewhere right now. And Shadowheart is likely wondering if you forgot you promised to bring her back to finish the Gauntlet."

Realization washed over Amaranth and her tail straightened, "I DID forget about the trials! I--" Again she was cut short.

"You also didn't catch my innuendo about Gale. That's how I know you're too exhausted to carry this team to the heart of the absolute today," he chided. "Now, be a dear and head back to bed right now, or I will carry you there myself."

Amaranth's face was on Gale's. Clearly she was trying to work out what she missed that Astarion said. Slowly he saw her put the pieces together and her little knowing grin crawled across her cheeks. He averted his gaze, hiding his face with his fist and coughed. She would tease him later about it, no doubt after she extracted a very detailed retelling of events from Zephyr.

Thinking that was quite enough of her gazing in Gale's direction, Astarion lifted Amaranth up in the princess carry she hated. When she tried to wriggle free, he said, "Now Darling, if you had just been a good girl and gone back on your own it wouldn't need to be this way. It seems I need to tuck you in myself for you to get any rest before breakfast." Over his shoulder he said to Gale, "Give me a moment, it appears I need to put our leader to bed myself like a brat, before she leads us all to our impending doom."

"Don't worry about it," Gale said, watching them leave. Amaranth playfully protested, but her tail eagerly wrapped around Astarion's middle. A tiefling's tail telling sign of affection. Breakfast be damned. There was another tiefling he wanted to wrap himself around again. Especially when Astarion had essentially given him another day to do so. Gale stood, dusting off his pants. "Like you said, I could use a bit of respite myself. I think we should all wander off to Last Light for a meal when everyone is up and about." Astarion nodded in agreement, his attention now on cuddling the person in his arms until they drifted off again.

[ickymichi]

“forever?” “and ever.”

shinichiro sano x reader

warnings: angst, character death.

remember: gn! reader, blank and ageless blogs dni.

note: 2 angst song fics in a row what is wrong with reggie? nothing just like watching u all suffer 😈not proofread btw.

song: francis forever- mitski

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“i don’t know what to do without you.”

you met him when you were 15. his lanky form came out of no where and suddenly you’re both on the floor, heated faces and stuttering apologies. after helping each other up he shakily introduces himself. “shinichiro sano. nice to meet you.” with 6 simple words, shinichiro sano had you standing in awe at his silly little hair and smile.

shinichiro somehow managed to work up the courage to ask you out, and fast forward 6 years he’s still a blushing and stuttering mess at times. but he’s yours and your his.

“i don’t know where to put my hands”

his hands were always your favourite feature of his. they worked day and night to fix the bikes he loves and they hold the cigarettes he shares with you whenever you need them. no matter how much he tells you they’re bad for you. on nights where you’d be cuddled on the couch or your bed, you’d find yourself running your fingers along his own and clasping your hand in his. the cold contrasting perfectly against your own.

“i’ve been trying to lay my head down, but i’m writing this at 3 a.m.”

shin could never sleep. maybe it was from the years of having to stay up with emma and mikey. or maybe the late nights he’d spend in the shop hunched over a bike. but one thing that would help him was feeling your head against his chest. running his hand atop your head. the comforting feeling of your arm wrapped around him. some nights as you were sound asleep, shinichiro would feel warm tears fall down his cheeks as he watched you peacefully. wondering how he has someone like you to care for him like this.

“…on sunny days i go out walking,”

the park just down the road from his house was your favourite place to go on summer days. a picnic blanket and basket on one arm, and you on the other. hours would be spent in the sun, talking of anything and everything. days like these were ones you cherished. every minute was one filled with laughter and happiness whenever you were with him.

“i end up on a tree lined street.”

it was an autumn day, the orange leaves cracking under your feet, stray ones nearly missing your intertwined hands. you’re both 23 now, your adult lives just beginning, ready to be filled with dreams and memories of each other. he’s been fidgeting with his free hand the entire time. after you ask him a final time if he’s okay you feel shinichiro let out a breath he seemed to be holding for a while. and as he does, shinichiro faces you and gets on one knee, the most beautifully simple ring sitting inside a box in his hand. you remember, he barely got to finish talking—spluttering even—before you tackled him the most love filled hug you ever gave your boyfriend, well fiancé. you pull away to look at him. “we’re gonna be stuck together now. forever?” he smiles warmly with glossy eyes. “and ever.”

“i look up at the gaps of sunlight.”

now, a year later on the same day. you find yourself on the same path. the one you’ve taken more times you can count in the past year. the sun was shining beautifully through the gaps in the trees, their arms bare of leaves this time. even with the sun, there’s the harsh wind that has you pushing yourself further into your jacket, searching for any kind of warm as you keep walking. you reach your destination and it almost seems warmer here, you smile at the sight of him.

“hi shin, it’s cold today so i mightn’t stay as long, i hope you don’t mind.” you take a seat and continue talking. “mikey’s gang? oh yeah, him and his friends still have that going. i can say, they’re all so cute with their bikes.” the wind blows once more. the harshness causes you to automatically close your eyes. when you open them back up it hits you. yeah, shinichiro’s here. but he’s not here, sitting in front of you, talking freely about his little brother and the weather. he’s 6 feet below you, where he has been for the past 3 months. he isn’t here with you planning your wedding with bright eyes. you’re sitting alone at your fiancé’s grave with the ring he gave you sitting coldly on your icy hands. it hits you. it finally hits you that shin it’s coming back, he’s gone forever and there’s nothing you can do about it but cry, scream and cry like you do everytime you come here. with your head in your hands you’re barely able to choke words out. words you hope he can hear, where ever he is.

“i miss you more than anything.”

[adonis-koo]

Strictly Business

↳ Summary: When the price of your apartment shoots through the roof, you and your roommate become desperate for money and go to extreme measures to make it possible to afford living there. But it’s all strictly business in the end. Right?

↳ Genre: porn with some plot if you squint, it’s a pornstar AU essentially, sex worker au??? Roommates AU, it’s all platonic, or is it?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Word Count: 13k

Tags: dom!kook, sex tapes obviously, dirty talk, pussy slapping, good girl!MC, sir kink, degradation, like if you aren’t into degradation just skip, vaginal fingering, size kink 😌, a little dumbfication, ruined orgasm, breath play, oral (m & f), sex toy, overstimulation, bondage, theres elements of BDSM but not hardcore,

Note: I never thought I’d write pwp ever but here we are you horndogs, I feel like this Oneshot probably deserves a part 2 tbh

“What!?” 

Jungkook cringed at your shouted words, you hadn’t meant to of course. Truth be told, you didn’t really know your roommate that well. But he was good in terms of keeping the apartment fairly clean, he was quiet, never brought any one night stands home. You did the same. But outside of talking over bills, a few mutual friends and occasionally watching a movie together you both didn’t really hang out much.

“...Look I know,” Jungkook sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “They just spiked rent last month too…Maybe we should look for a different place?” He offered as you slumped on the couch. This place was perfect though, it was close to campus, close to your and his work and all while in range of plenty of fast food restaurants and the grocery store. You couldn’t get any better than this.

The apartment was already rather pricey when you and Jungkook found it, but you both made enough together that with that and making sure to grocery shop together it would be fine. But then your tenant had retired and gave his business over to his son who had spiked the rates last month and to be fair he warned he was doing a finalized rent this month but still…

Five hundred extra? How could you afford nine hundred rent a month when both you and Jungkook worked regular college level jobs? 

“I’m sure we could but…” you frowned as you fumbled with your fingers, “It won’t be nearly as close to campus or work…” 

Jungkook didn’t like the idea anymore then you but...what other options were there? He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well let’s not worry about it tonight. I’ll start looking for other places. Who knows, maybe we can find somewhere better.” He offered you a tiny smile that you weakly returned before sighing, lips quivering before you stood up, running a hand through your hair before going back to your room, looking rather upset.

Jungkook frowned before sighing as his gaze lingered in your direction before making his way to his room. Jungkook began his search for different apartments but much to his irrigation everything was either the same price which neither of you could afford or it was nearly a half hour drive to uni. 

It was well into the early morning until Jungkook eventually gave up all together, to make matters go from bad to worst he inhaled sharply in annoyance at the strained feeling of his cock strapped inside the confines of his jeans he had yet to change out of. Seriously? He looked down at the bulge in his pants that decided to greet him at nearly twelve at night.

He looked back at the house listing before back at his pants he clacked his tongue exiting out of the page, seeing as he obviously wasn’t going to find any apartment options tonight and he had a raging boner he knew he could at least fix one of these things.

Kicking off his jeans he sighed in relief before typing away on his computer, putting on his headphones as he eagerly scrolled through Playhub.

Instead of finding a good video to jerk off too he paused at the side bar that usually held porn ads, instead it was advertisement for working on playhub...Jungkook gritted his teeth together, ignoring his hardened cock that was throbbing in need to be touched as he clicked on the ad...Maybe this night wasn’t such a bust…

Should he tell you? He felt nervous as you finished up drinking your smoothie, you were getting ready for work this morning, your hair tied up and you still looked pretty tired. Jungkook felt himself gulp, staring without even realizing it. But the longer he stared the more he felt his ears burning, sure he thought you were pretty when he first met you but…

“Are you okay?” He jumped at your soft voice, tilting your head a little as you glanced at your roommate, feeling slightly odd given he was usually still in bed or was already on his way to work, or even class. It was rare you shared breakfast together. Jungkook swallowed thickly as he rapidly shook his head without even meaning too. He was trying to get the courage to bring up his solution to you.

“Y-yeah I’m good!” Jungkook flashed you a strained smile but he was positive his cheeks were flushed. You pressed your lips together but said no more as you glanced back down at your phone. Jungkook could feel himself slump a little, he usually wasn’t this nervous around girls, god he felt like he was in middle school again. 

But again, he had never thought of you in this way before...I mean sure...Jungkook was a man, he had thought about it a time or two in passing thought. But he had never extensively thought about it. About you. About having sex with you. And it was frighteningly arousing, he wouldn’t lie. Had he always been so blind to how tight your sleep shorts were? Or how short they really were and how they strapped against your ass? 

Or the way you’d flash him timid sweet smiles when you’d pass one another in the house. Jungkook was thinking with his hormones now. But still...if he was going to do this, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be his partner going into it. 

Before he knew it his opportunity was gone as you left the table making him groan in defeat. To be fair it wasn’t exactly an easy question; ‘Hey would you consider making porn with me since we’re desperate to pay rent and can’t afford to stay anywhere else?’

Because that conversation could go well...Jungkook didn’t even know your favorite color, how the fuck was he supposed to go about this? He nibbled against his lower lip as he sunk in his seat, this was going to be more challenging then he anticipated…

Jungkook has spent most of his day at work mopping around and fretting about how bad your reaction could be, the worst would be making things awkward but...that wasn’t going to solve anything and this was a solution...sorta...It could also flop but this could work! Jungkook knows it can! 

He continued to affirm himself the whole day and even when he got off shift at nine o’clock at night and headed home. Yes! He’d go and he’d ask you if you were willing to do this because you both needed rent money by the 29th and that wasn’t going to happen unless you did something this something just so happened to be porn…

Jungkook gulped a little as he took his shoes off at the entrance before headed inside, making himself some cup noodles as he tried to calm himself. 

What Jungkook didn’t expect was for you to come out of your room, sweatpants hiding the nice sight of your thighs but the tank top was loose and low enough to spot the lacy bralette you sported that Jungkook never looked twice at until now. God he felt like a total pervert! He could already feel his ears turning red as he hurriedly slurped his noodles trying to ignore your figure the way you bent down to grab juice from the fridge.

You were about to leave when Jungkook jumped the opportunity, “Um-! Y/n!” He almost yelped, wincing at his tone. God why did he sounded like he was going through puberty again.

Usually when Jungkook wanted to get with a girl he was a lot more subtle, a few smirks here and there, some playful flirting. Smooth. So why wasn’t he being smooth? Probably because this wasn’t exactly what one would consider a one night stand…

You turned around as you tilted your head, giving him your full attention as you asked, “Yeah?” Jungkook felt himself freeze before he forced a cough from his lips. You could tell he had been acting up since this morning and for some reason it put you on edge...did he not want to be roommates anymore? Was something wrong?

Noting he hadn’t said anything yet you took the opportunity to sit down across from him as you raised your brows.

“I...um…” Jungkook sucked in a breath of air, calming himself down, “So...I found a way that could help us get rent….”

Jungkook felt bad at watching the way your eyes lit up in excitement as you bounced in your seat a little, clapping your hands as you asked, “What? Really!? What is it? I'd hate for us to have to move somewhere else…” Of course this little nerd Jeon Jungkook found a way for you both to get side cash! God you may not have been close to him but he really was a genius! 

Oddly enough Jungkook didn’t seem to share your sentiment as he dropped his gaze, looking somewhat ashamed which made your brows furrow. 

That was weird…”Well...here’s the thing…” he gave you a funny smile as he rubbed the back of your neck, “...Did you know Playhub pays users who put up content.” Jungkook wasn’t even sure how he managed to get those words out but he could tell that was the last thing you expected him to say.

It looked like your brain was frozen for a good few minutes before as you opened and closed your mouth several times...He did not just say what you think you heard him say…”You’re...you’re joking...right?” You forced a smile on your lips, feeling like something was caught in your throat as you forced a laugh despite your face suddenly feeling hot.

Jungkook sunk into his seat a little which only confirmed he wasn’t joking about this, he ran a hand through his hair as he looked away apprehensively, “I understand if you don’t want to do it but…! Just give it a thought-“ 

“Jungkook that’s insane! Who would sell porn?” 

“I would,” Jungkook replied somewhat defensively before he realized what he said, his ears burning as your jaw dropped a little and your brows rose, “...If I’m desperate enough and I’m pretty desperate right now Y/n...I’ve already checked for different apartments but anything in a half hour radius is around nine hundred as well and unless you wanna find two other housemates in the next two weeks we’re gonna be living in your car.” 

Jungkook’s brows were pinched and you wanted to whine at how serious his expression was. Porn? Together….Seriously? Just the idea was making you flush. You wouldn’t lie, Jungkook was an attractive guy, extremely attractive guy, you’d be dumb to not acknowledge that. Or the fact that you had a tiny crush on him when you first moved in together. But eventually you got over it, that didn’t erase the fact that it was once there though! If you slept with him...Dear god…that only crossed your mind when you were desperate while masturbating…

“Oh my god…” you sighed as you pressed your hands to your face.

“Like I said!” Jungkook replied hurriedly, “You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfortable but...we should start sending out advertisements for other roommates soon.”

Porn...Together…

You melted into your chair feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea, what if somebody you knew stumbled across a video or what if your work found out…? “I…” You pressed your lips together before rubbing your temple, “Can I at least think it over tonight…?”

Jungkook’s lips parted, you...you were actually considering? Jungkook felt his face burn as he nodded rapidly, “Of course! Yeah! Just let me know in the morning.” Holy shit you were considering!

Holy shit, you were actually considering this…

But Jungkook had a point, you were kind of desperate as well...You really loved this apartment and you didn’t want to give it up…

It was nearly seven in the morning and you had a horrible time sleeping last night, there were too many thoughts in your mind that kept you awake. If you were to do this then...you’d have to lay out a lot of ground rules and would have to talk a lot of things over…

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jungkook both of you sitting on the opposite end turned to face one another, “...How do we even do this? Setting up an account?” You flushed as you asked, hugging the couch pillow against your chest.

Jungkook was still waking up, steam wafting from the cup of coffee he had as he took a sip, oddly not looking as flustered as he did the day before, “Well first off we’d make an account then we’d apply for their amateur program, they’ll have an admin verify us and we’d go from there.”  You pressed your lips together as you nodded, “If we do this,” Jungkook continued carefully, “We should stop by the bank and set up a joint account so we can both access the account we use for this.” 

That was definitely agreed and the smartest decision, that way there was no fighting or over spending any money you’d make on this...God you were actually considering this, “That's if you actually wanna do this though.” Jungkook finished as he took another sip of coffee, his expression neutral but the way he eyed you made your face feel hot again.

Sighing you pressed your hand to your face, what was the worst that could happen? You bang your roommate and this flops and then you go on with your life pretending it never happened? “Ah fuck it. We need money, and now.” Jungkook looked a little surprised by your words making you more flustered, “What!? Do you want me to say no!?” 

“No…! Well...Yeah, if you really don’t want to sleep with me…” Jungkook looked a little awkward as he rubbed his head, he wouldn’t lie, his pride would be a little hurt if you didn’t but he handled rejection all throughout his school years, he had survived before and could do so again.

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” You countered cautiously as you both awkwardly looked at one another.

Jungkook felt as if he’d break out in nervous sweat any moment, “...Yes…?” It was posed more like a question than an answer as you groaned making him rush, “It wouldn’t be a bad thing! I think your um-! I think you're pretty and I wouldn’t mind- I’m just gonna shut up. Let’s talk

sex, condoms or pill?” You looked at him bewildered as he scratched his cheek before murmuring, “Most people find it hot when it’s raw...we should discuss all of this before we do anything at all.” 

It was embarrassing though! You groaned as you shoved your face into your pillow, this was going to be a long conversation, “Condoms. I don’t have a reason to be on birth control but I mean…” You weren’t a stranger to Pornhub you knew most people went raw on there but…”Actually- before we even discuss condomless we should both get checked out. If you have STDs this plan isn’t going to work. We can talk about birth control afterward.” You’d be willing to go on pill but you wanted to make sure both of you were clean before you do anything else.

Jungkook nodded, “Alright fair enough- I don’t have STDs by the way,” He watched a smile tug on your lips for the first time all morning, yeah...this could definitely work, “You know I already have a good camera so we don’t have to worry about that. No faces though?” 

You immediately nodded, feeling a little better at the idea of keeping your face out of any kind of porn just to make yourself feel better, “Yeah definitely….And I guess we should probably talk about Uh…” you coughed a little, “...Kinks and stuff…For entertainment purposes.”

“Are you vanilla?” Jungkook immediately quizzed, making your gaze dart away from him, suddenly becoming mute, “Because we can keep it vanilla if that’s what you want.” He really was a sweetheart, not just like this but his whole personality. He was always thinking about others.

You rubbed your head as you sighed, forcing yourself to speak, “I uh...Not really…” you offered him a weak smile when you noticed he seemed confused.

You...you weren’t into vanilla? Jungkook didn’t want to say he assumed your tastes but well...he did a little, you were considerably quiet and timid, only open with your friends but over all a kind and sweet person. Jungkook figured girls like you probably liked something slow and sentimental. And there was nothing wrong with that! 

“And even if I was vanilla it wouldn't get views. Just throw me around and shit.” You laughed at the way Jungkook choked on his coffee, coughing as he pressed a hand on his chest, “Degradation, pain, bondage, all that stuff. Unless…! You’re not into that…” What surge of confidence you had suddenly wilted at the idea of Jungkook not being into these things.

Rather it was the opposite, the more you spoke the more aroused Jungkook felt, “...Are you saying you’re a submissive?” Jungkook could feel his cock throb in excitement. Sure he could find people who liked rough sex but not everyone was a submissive and the idea that he had been living with one for a year and a half was driving him up the wall. 

“Are you saying you’re a dominant?” You suddenly felt nervous at the idea, you could label yourself a sub but you had never actually been with a dominant before. Sure you had a great time with plenty of people but...The air in the room shifted a little, Jungkooks gaze a little more sultry then before, those usually innocent doe eyes looked lidded in the moment and the air around him suddenly looked a thousand times more confident as he gave a nod with a shrug, “Yeah, I am.” 

You wanted to screech at his words, his voice sounding a tone deeper than before.

Three words and it felt like you were squirming, of course he was dominant! Of course! You should’ve known! “So does that mean you like getting thrown around and shit?” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek before offering a cocky smile that made him look a little more predatory than you were used to, he didn’t make a move to get closer to you but your body felt hotter then you remembered.

You managed a stiff nod, refusing to meet his gaze anymore and you were sure you looked embarrassed, you had to…You had never met someone that considered themselves formally a dominant but the energy just continued to ooze from Jungkook. 

“Oh? What about overstimulated,” Nod, “Toys?” Nod, “What about title kinks? I prefer to be addressed as Sir.” Jungkook wasn’t even hiding his arousal or interest anymore. His pupils looked dilated and he was licking lips at the way you squirmed in your seat, lips tugging into a pout and you refused to look at him anymore. Cute. 

“Sir is fine.” You mumbled as you rubbed your hand against your cheek, trying to stop your thighs from rubbing together in excitement. Maybe this wasn’t a terrible idea as you thought…

Finding out that you and Jungkook were both sexually compatible seemed to really fast track your progress. You both went out the same day, opened a joint account together, you went to get tested and meanwhile bought birth control for you to start taking. Things seemed to be going well the last few days but you couldn’t help but feel nervous, the 29th would be arriving soon and if this flopped you’d either be cramming two extra people in the apartment or you’d be sleeping in by the back of your car. 

“Well I don’t know, I guess we’ll just have to play around with camera positions,” Jungkook frowned, messing with his tripod as you laid on his bed so he could try to frame it without your face in the shot, “I think this should work.” He seemed satisfied with his work as he leaned back on his hands as he sighed in contentment. 

“Have you heard back from them yet?” You glanced up at Jungkook as he frowned, shaking his head. You had created a pornhub profile together the same day you agreed to do this and you had yet to hear back about getting verified. But a part of you wondered if you’d have to build a following first. God this sounded time consuming…

“Hey, come on it’ll be fine.” It was like Jungkook could sense your nervous energy as you sighed, rolling into your stomach as you buried into his pillow, “If the video does well we’ll still get a cut regardless of verified or not. Verified probably just means more exposure.” 

The bed dipped a little as Jungkook sat on the edge as you sighed, mumbling into the pillow, “If it does well. Pornhub is like any other platform, there’s millions of videos on there. What’s one more have to offer?” It was true, the likelihood that this was going to work was….not high.

Jungkook frowned as he shrugged, he had been the more optimistic one about this then you and he’d continue to do so, “Well maybe…” You could hear the hesitation in his voice as you glanced up at him in front of your slumped position, his eyes a little nervous as he shrugged, “Maybe we should try a practice run.” 

You could immediately feel your face become hot at his words, there wasn’t any reason why you couldn’t. You got your test results back and you were both clean of STDs and you had been making sure to take birth control every day for the past four days and today as well, “Maybe we should…” you mumbled letting your face press against the pillow once more. The fact was nobody was going to watch to two awkward college kids act like they were virgins, you needed to have confidence in having sex with Jungkook and vice versa, right now that wasn’t looking too hot, “We can’t make anything decent until we’re used to banging each other.” 

You could hear Jungkook laugh a little, sounding a little less nervous as you felt the bed shift again, a hand hesitantly rolling your over into your back to look up at him, his cheeks were pink despite hovering on top of you, “I think we could make something decent right now.” Jungkook offered a little smirk as you glanced at the camera, realizing the screen had been flipped and record was on making your ears burn as you squirmed beneath him a little, “We’ll take it slow.” Jungkook was going to be the dominant in this scenario so he felt obligated to be the one to lead you through this despite not being experienced himself.

“Listen...ah...If you wanna stop at any time just tell me okay? Remember, we’re just getting used to one another.” 

You swallowed thickly despite looking away from him, feeling too embarrassed to look at him directly, “Same applies, if you wanna stop then we do.” Jungkook felt reassured as his lips quirked into a little smile, but admittedly all business aside, he was aroused by the sight of you beneath him. Jungkook was eager to get you naked and soaking wet beneath him, he had a lot of things he wanted to experiment with today and he had the feeling you’d be a good girl and let him.

Your breath hitches a little at his hands immediately pushing your top over your head, you felt semi embarrassed you weren’t wearing any sort of lingerie, just your usual bralette and panties that weren’t even matching but Jungkook didn’t even seem to mind as he quickly undid your bra. 

Your first instinct was to shy away from him attempting to cover yourself but shockingly Jungkook’s hands were faster, “Dont.” His voice was husky and deeper as he spoke causing your core to ache with a gush of arousal, “Let’s make one thing clear,” Jungkook let his lips press against your ear as he purred lowly, “I’m the dominant here. So be a good little girl and obey.” He growled lowly keeping your arms pinned to the bed as his mouth dragged down your neck, a whine suddenly escaping you at the feeling of his mouth capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips. Suckling it as a soft moan escaped you, your back arching a little to try for a little more friction.

Your panties were practically soaking and you hadn’t even started yet, Jungkook held your wrists over your hand with one hand and the other squeezed against your waist before petting down to your hip, his lips suckling against your tits before you squeaked at the feeling of his hand cupping your cunt, “Fuck,” Jungkook grunted at the feeling of your hips immediately thrusting into his hand for friction, “So fucking needy.” He growled against your skin, letting go of your wrists to tug his shirt over his head, “Should’ve known your little ass was a good girl,” He cooed snidely, a sharp sting against your pussy as he spanked it making you moan louder then you wanted too as he his smirk widened, “What a cute little sub.” You whined as you felt a sharp slap against your clothed clit, throbbing in excitement as pain flushed against it. 

“Sir! Please.” You hadn’t even consciously realized what you said but it made Jungkook’s muscle tense and a growl to suddenly escaping him at being formally addressed. His cock suddenly throbbing in need as he bit against your skin, “Please what? You desperate whore.” He wanted to hear you say it, to listen to that sweet little voice beg to be fucked. How could Jungkook life with you for this long and never think about how nice and wet your little cunt was?

“Ah!” Your hips bucked at the harsh slap against your clit, pleasure making you whine and squirm as you fumbled, “Please! Please sir!” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he roughly cupped your cunt, massaging against it as your panties soaked with arousal.

“Answer my fucking question,” Jungkook growled against your ear lowly, his thumb pressing against your covered clit harshly, your loud surprised squeak like music to his ears, “What do you want? What do you think you deserve? Hm?” 

Jungkook wanted to moan at just the sight of your fucked out submissive face as your hips kept needily grinding against his hand, “Tongue! Sir! Please! Want fingers! Anything!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you whined feeling his fingers pinch your clit, “Ah Sir…!” Jungkook was already stuffing his hand down your panties his long thick fingers dragging over your soaked cunt before pushing a single digit inside you, your lips immediately parting and your little hole clenching around him with a whine.

“Is this what my little slut wants?” Jungkook cooed out mockingly, a wicked smirk on his face as your eyes met, your expression twisted between shy and needy as various whines escaped you as his finger roughly hitting up against your g-spot, “Fuck you’re so tiny baby, I don’t think you can take my cock. It’ll split you right in half.” Just to emphasize Jungkook squeezed another finger inside you making your body jolt and walls clamp with a loud cry as your hips began to fuck yourself with them.

Jungkook paused his movements just to watch your hips buck up against him, your tiny walls squeezing so tight and snug around his fingers that covered in your arousal, “Do you like fucking yourself with my fingers you desperate little whore?” Jungkook growled with lidded eyes, watching your tits bounce with each thrust of your body and your little squeaked moans. 

“Y-yes! Mm love it!” Jungkook licked his lips at the feeling of your walls squeezing as you whimpered, “Ah! F-feels good! Sir, cum! Want cum!” Your body withered due to edging yourself with his fingers that teasingly brushed up against your g-spot each time. Jungkook shoved his fingers inside you all the way causing you to whine as you scrambled to frantically fuck his fingers making him growl, his non working hand finally releasing your wrists only to grab your hips with a sneer, “Be still you needy bitch.” 

You whimpered but stayed still obediently as he used his free hand to peel off your panties, a low moan escaping him and his cock was pressed thick and bulging against his sweatpants at the sight of such a pretty wet cunt stuffed full of his fingers. Your legs immediately spread as your hips couldn’t resist rolling into him, having full motion to feel his fingers drag against your g-spot as you cried out with a moan, “I said stay fucking still,” Jungkook snapped, his hand spanking harshly against your thigh making you jump with a cry, body squirming against his fingers as he shoved them back deep inside you, “You like getting fucked by my fingers? Say it. Say how much you don’t fucking deserve it.” Jungkook demanded, he shifted your body slightly more towards the camera as he kept your legs spread, in perfect few for watching you get stuffed with his fingers, “Say it.” Jungkook snapped, his fingers roughly thrusting inside you causing a loud moan as his jammed his fingers up into your g-spot pleasure was rapidly blossoming in your body as you cried.

“I-I don’t deserve it! I’m a dumb needy slut that doesn’t deserve your fingers Sir! Ah! I’m worthless and shouldn’t be allowed to cum! Sir please…!” Your body was withering as his fingers pounded into you, his thumb skillfully rubbing circles into your clit as your walls rapidly clenched and relaxed, “Sir!” 

“That’s right,” Jungkook growled his fingers harshly rutting up into your g-spot sloppily and his thumb rubbing into your clit as he snarled, “You don’t deserve it you worthless cumdumpster.” Your body was so close, Jungkook could feel it, you were squirming and mornings hotly escaped you before a loud cry left your lips the glorious feeling of his fingers escaping you just at the edge of your orgasm, a sob escaping your lips as your body began to tremble. 

“Sir please! Please! Let me cum! Sir!” You sobbed with blurry eyes as you glanced up at Jungkook’s dark daunting figure, his fingers in his mouth as he licked them clean, as if he didn’t so much as care about your sobbing figure that trembled beneath him. 

His hand suddenly wrapped around your throat with a harsh squeeze, “Shut up you pathetic bitch. You said it yourself, you don’t deserve to cum,” Jungkook gave you a lopsided smile, “But if you really think you deserve to cum get on your knees.” He growled, getting off of you as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth was watering at just the sight of his body, thick and taunt muscles all up and down his arms, his sweat pants hung low enough to show off his v line and you could even see the distinct display of abs when he crunched slightly before sitting with his feet on the ground at the edge of the bed, right in front of the camera. 

You scrambled to get off the bed, kneeling down between his parted legs as you folded your hands glancing up at him for direction, Jungkook snorted as his hand came to touch your hair a pleasant noise escaping you as his hand stroked down to your cheek.

A harsh smack against the same skin he previously brushed as you jumped with a whine, your cheek flushing with a delicious sting of pain as Jungkook gritted his teeth, “Don’t sit still and look pretty baby take out my cock.” Obediently you fumbled with his waist band before tugging it down. Pausing for a moment as his cock bounced and laid against his abdominal, he was so thick, perhaps not the longest you had seen but certainly not the shortest either. His head was bulbous and round weeping with precum. You didn’t stare for long, wanting to cum more than anything as you let your lips get to work.

Gently licking the precum off his head as you heard a moan of approval from him, delicately you let your tongue press against the base of his cock, squeezing his balls as you let your tongue work it’s way up his cock, another moan escaping his lips as he growled, “I said suck baby not tease.” 

Whining a little you huffed, gripping his cock a little tighter then necessary earning a grunt from him before you obediently parted your lips, slowly taking his thick tip into your mouth as you heard a sigh of relief from him. Your hands tugged against his base as you let your head bob against his tip, letting your tongue messily rub into his slit causing his hips to buck a little, “Fuuck, guess that bitchy little mouth is useful for something.” Jungkook moaned, pride swelling in your chest at making him feel so good, a whine suddenly escaped you at his hand tangling in your hair, pushing you to take more of his cock. You obediently let him, taking more of him into your mouth but not without a vibrated whine. 

Jungkook began to guide your movement with his hand into a slow bob as he moaned, pushing you to take further of him as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

Pausing a moment Jungkook moaned, “Can you deepthroat sweetheart? Fuuck.” He’s brows scrunched together as he glanced down, another breathy moan escaped him at the sight of your watery eyes glancing up at him a small nod making him moan again as he regripped your hair, somewhat more tender this time as he guided your mouth down his cock. Your throat burned and your jaw ached as you felt tears begin to well in your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and let his shaft slide further into your mouth.

“Mmm shit, good girl,”Jungkook moaned his hips lifting a little as his hand tangled in your hair, his hand eagerly encouraging your head as you whined, letting your head bob against his thick shaft, gagging a little as his hand pushed you further down until your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, “You take me so well baby fuck.” Jungkook moaned lowly, his hand yanking your hair making you muffle a cry against his cock as he sloppily made you bob your head, saliva dripping down your chin and tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you gagged.

A loud moan escaped Jungkook at the feeling of your throat squeeze around him, “Fuck baby. That’s it. Good girl.” Your head was becoming light as you continued gagging on his cock, your nails digging into his thighs pleasantly and you could feel his cock throb and his hips lift. 

Jungkook harshly pulled you up from his bobbing cock that looked ready to cum from even the slightest contact, “What a good girl,” Jungkook rasped, cupping your cheek as he thumbed away the tears that trailed your cheeks, “C’mere.” 

You squeaked as Jungkook grabbed you, pull you up into his lap before shifting you onto the bed, your body trembled in excitement as Jungkook placed you on all fours, suddenly shoving your back against the bed and your face on the mattress as you whined, your ass presented for him as he moaned, “Such a good fucking girl. I should’ve fucked you sooner then this if I knew what a good little slut you were.” Jungkook let the tip of his cock sink inside you as let out a muffled moan, even being stretched wasn’t enough to prepare for his girthy cock.

Jungkook grunted was he pushed further inside you until his hips met yours, your walls squeezed snug around him but took him well as he moaned, “Fuck baby.” It’s all he said before he suddenly slammed into the bed, your weight completely thrown off and you had no choice but to let your face bury against the bed as you let out moan after moan, your walls excitedly clenching around him as he thrusted roughly inside you. Just hearing his balls slap against your skin, his cock splitting you open as he moaned, “Who knew my little slut would be so tiny. I’m gonna fucking break you baby, you want that?” 

Jungkook leaned down as his hips roughly rolled yours, his hand wrapping around your throat making you wheeze before you could even answer.

“Hnngh! S-sir! Sir!” You could hardly even speak when Jungkook roughly squeezed your neck once more, your walls clenching around him in excitement as his cock rubbed into your g-spot pleasantly, “Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!” You whined, needing friction desperately.

Your wish was his command and it even fully expecting it Jungkook’s hips became sharper and faster with each thrust, “This what you want baby? You wanna be my little fuck doll now?” Jungkook growled in your ear, his hand squeezing around your throat once more making you moan as your upper body completely collapsed, letting Jungkook pound into your cunt as he moaned, “Thats it fucking take it you worthless bitch. Are you gonna cum all over my dick?” 

Jungkook let go of your throat in trade for your clit, his thumb rubbing against your sensitive bud making you cry out, walls rapidly clenching around him as his cock slammed into your g-spot, your body withering at such an intense speed you weren’t sure you could stop yourself from cumming, “Ah! Sir! Sir! Ah!” Your walls were rapidly squeezing around his cock as your face scrunched, a loud muffled scream escaping you at your orgasm that snapped.

“Mmm fuck that’s it. Good girl.” Jungkook growled as his hips rolled into yours, letting himself sink inside your body milked his cock. His hands squeezing tightly against your waist as he moaned, hot cum shooting inside you as his hips grinded against yours, coaxing a few more spits of cum as he moaned. Your body trembling and exhaustion setting in as Jungkook inhaled sharply, his cock beginning to soften inside you before he pulled out. 

Your body slumped as you felt the bed shift his weight no longer on the bed. You glanced his way only to realize he turned off the camera before laying back down, collapsing on top of you as you whined a little. It was quiet as he pressed his face into your shoulder as he sighed, “Well, at least we don’t act like virgins.”

“I’m glad that’s what you took away from that.” You huffed, you could hear a muffled laugh from Jungkook making a smile tug on your lips as well, he certainly wasn’t wrong.

“Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!”

That...was you…? You couldn’t help but cringe, you couldn’t even stand your own voice let alone making a whole porno, Jungkook’s eyes weren’t trained on your sinful words or even your sloppy body movements in sync. He was too into his videographer self to care about the actual content.

“At least I sound like a pornstar.” You wrinkled your nose as you looked over his shoulder. This seemed to pull Jungkook out of his thoughts as he snorted, a smile tugging on his lips as he glanced up at you with a shrug.

“I don’t think it’s bad honestly, I mean I think we’re past TMI at this point so truthfully? Out of all the home made porn I’ve watched this is pretty good. We have nice camera angles, microphones make the sound high quality-“

“Oh yes,” you replied sarcastically, “Just what I wanna hear- your balls slapping me at the speed of light.” That earned a rather proud look from Jungkook as you huffed, looking away from him.

“I think we should post it, just to test the waters. I cut out any clips of our faces, we could still use a little work on making sure to not show our faces with our angles but I think that will take time.”

You frowned a little as you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling unsure if this was a good idea, “...You really think it’s that good?”

Jungkook raised his brows as he turned his chair around to look at you, sensing the shift in your demeanor as he relied, “Well we don’t have too if you don’t feel comfortable with it,” he offered a small smile, “But personally? I don’t see why not. And if it doesn’t take, we can always make more, feel out what people enjoy watching more.”

In most cases you would’ve said you didn’t feel comfortable with this, with the idea of strangers on the internet masturbauting to your private sex life but...there was something so sincere and comforting in Jungkook’s eyes, maybe it was just the dom in him wanting to prioritize your comfort over anything else. You weren’t sure, but it was that look that made it okay, “Alright, what the hell.” You sighed, “I didn’t let you blow my back out for no reason.” 

Jungkook snorted as he turned his chair around, “Maybe it’s just me but I felt you clenching around me hard when you came all over my-“

“Shut up! Just because you fuck me doesn’t mean you can go into graphic detail about it! Jesus Christ!” You covered your ears, feeling hot all of sudden as you glared are Jungkook’s dumb coconut hair, though you couldn’t see his face fully you were positive there was a dumb little smirk on his lips as he hummed. God what did you get yourself into? 

You had a hard time going to bed that night, rolling around as you briefly wondered the what if, what if it was an overnight sensation? What if someone you knew recognized it was you? What if...god you’d never show your face at campus again…

“Well?” You hadn’t gotten a blink of sleep as you bounced behind Jungkook who hummed, logging in as he yawned.

“It got ten views.” Jungkook clacked his tongue before shrugging, “But I mean hey! We got two dollars!” You deflated as you smacked your forehead. That would be great if your rent was only two dollars higher rather than two hundred!

“Hey remember what I said,” Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he offered a sleepy smile, “We can always try different things, the more we post the more a viewership will build. Overnight sensations never happen anyways.” He seemed more relaxed about this then you. Sighing you collapsed on his bed as you curled up, “Well what do you propose we try next?” 

Jungkook gave it some thought as he spun his chair around to face you before shrugging, “I don’t know...I mean, not to sound sexist or anything but I think we both know pornhub is pretty male dominated in viewership…” he offered a weak smile as you shrugged, “So...I don’t know, how would you feel about forced orgasms and bondage.” 

Your head shot up to look at Jungkook’s pink cheeks as he gave a sheepish smile, choosing to not look at you as he rubbed his neck, “That took a sharp turn real fast...Maybe you shouldn’t be so vague though, a lot could happen during a scene like that.” It never failed to amuse you the way Jungkook would straighten up at the sight of your interest.

“Well, do you have any toys?” Jungkook asked as you gave him a face, “Oh come on, I won’t judge you,” he curved a brow as he gave a cocky smile, “It’s not like I haven’t blown your back out already. Do you even own any toys?” He decided to take on a new tactic as he held challenging mock in his tone, “Or were you just in that big of a drought-“

“Okay you asshole!” You glared at him as he gave a cheeky smile, “Yes I have a one. Just a bullet vibrator. Do you even own any bondage gear?” You curved a brow as he parted his lips, brows pinched almost in defense but no words escaped him.

Sighing Jungkook dropped his head in defeat, “No...but I bet we could prime some!” He suddenly jumped back up as you buried your hands against your face, “Hey I can’t help it! Most girls usually get freaked out when I try and start tying them up, I figured I’d just get proper bondage when I found someone to do it with.” 

“Oh great.” You muttered under your breath as you curled up, “Glad I could offer the opportunity.” To that Jungkook gave an endearing smile. What had you gotten yourself into? 

Despite the bondage handcuffs only taking two days to arrive, each day that passed made you more anxious, you really didn’t have a lot of time to be wasting. You and Jungkook and respectively kept your hands to yourselves meanwhile, but had discussed plenty of things, mainly camera angles, future ideas. Jungkook was sure this would work and hey, if he had that kind of faith, the very least you could do was admire it.

“You wanna use any safe words or?” Jungkook was currently straddling on top of you as he grabbed the cuffs that were laying beside you. They were leather, or faux leather- not the most comfortable feeling but durable for the next fifteen minutes.

You frowned before shrugging, “Why don’t we just use traffic lights?” It was fairly common in BDSM, “Unless you forget to check in…” you squinted a little suspiciously as Jungkook snorted, looking somewhat offended at your words.

“I always check in on my partners thank you very much-and yes that’s fine. Alright top off,” He gestured at your oversized sweatshirt, you glanced away from him as you shuffled a little, hearing him sigh as he spoke up, “It’s not like I haven’t seen boobs before- especially yours.” You scowled at him, “It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing!”

Jungkook’s nose scrunched, “How's it embarrassing?” He tilted his head looking oddly innocent despite having a vibratior laying next to him and a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

“Just take it off for me!” You blurted out before realizing what you just said, swallowing thickly before whining a little at the noise he made of contentment.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.” Jungkook’s hands were already pushing under your sweatshirt before pulling it over your head, “Awwh you were ready for me? Not even wearing anything underneath.” Jungkook was obviously setting the mood now despite the camera not being on, or maybe he was getting into his dominant head space, whatever it was it was working wonders on you.

Jungkook grabbed your hands before putting them above your head as you whined a little, “...maybe…” you squeezed your legs together in excitement, you had never had a partner use any toys on you before and, you couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d cum in this session. Jungkook had already proven himself good in bed just by making you cum all over his dick.

You had discussed the scene in further detail yesterday, Jungkook had asked if it was okay to use fingers and tongue as well spanking and- you had embarrassingly said yes a little too fast, fast as in before he could even finish his sentence...you felt warm at just the memory or maybe it was from your binds being tightened as Jungkook hovered over you, “Is that good princess?” He whispered in your ear, you could feel the smirk coiling on his lips as you shifted.

Your thighs rubbed together and you had come prepared today in pink lacy panties that were undoubtedly wet now, “Yes...sir.” You mumbled as you heard his deep chuckle against the shell of your ear.

Sitting up right Jungkook licked his lips as his eyes slowly raked from your face, to your lips, all the way down to your chest were your nipples hardened against the cool air of the room, “Always so obedient.” He hummed as he say off of you, parting your legs a little so he could sit in between them as he asked, “Are you excited? Your clits gonna be numb by the time I’m finished.” His smile was cocky and arrogant, long gone was the sweet room mate you knew.

You wiggled your arms against your restraints as you whined a little, Jungkook’s body straightened a little before he pressed play on the camera which was held in a tripod at the edge of the bed right where you were placed.

He said it would...be perfect to see everything. 

His hands placed against your thighs as he chuckled once more, “You’re so squirmy, are you excited to cum princess?” Your thighs were practically shaking in excitement and if your face was anything to go by the answer was obvious.

You nodded frantically, opening your legs a little more for him as he clacked his tongue, “I can’t hear you princess.” 

“Please!” You immediately whined, a small smirk tugging on his lips as you continued, “I’ll be a good girl! I’ll cum when you want…!” Jungkook hummed as he pushes up the small skirt you were wearing, letting his fingers stroke against the lace as you jumped a little, trying to keep yourself from bucking against him.

“I’ll hold you to those words, little girl.” Jungkook gave you a sadistic grin and briefly, you realized he was right. Your clit wasn’t going to survive this, “I’m gonna edge this little clit of yours until you’re begging to cum. But you aren’t going to do a thing until I say so. Understand?” 

He picked up the small bullet vibrator, usually you were excited when you heard the buzz of it coming to life, today however, you knew was going to be rough, “Yes sir.” You mumbled as he pulled down your panties, tossing them to the side as he pushed your skirt up, opening your legs as he moaned a little.

“Look at you, all wet and excited at the idea of this. You know what princess,” You jumped a little at the vibrator dragging along your inner thigh, “I think you’re looking forward to this. I think you’re excited to be edged until you’re crying. Isn’t that right princess? Are you gonna be a good girl and listen to me?” 

You nodded frantically as you squirmed at the vibrator getting closer to your throbbing cunt, arousal was gushing from your entrance as Jungkook dragged a finger up your slit, inspecting his glossy finger pad before letting it drag over his tongue, a devilish smirk on his lips as you whimpered are the vibrator pushing against your entrance, “So wet baby, I could just push it right in.” 

He pushed the tip inside you, the thrum of vibrators making you squeak a whine as you tries to instinctively close your legs, Jungkook immediately stopped you, forcing your legs back open as he chuckled, pushing it a little further inside as you clenched around the small pulsing toy, “Sir! Please! Please!” You whimpered as his thumb began to circle your clit, your toes curling and your lips parting as you went to grab his hand to grind it. Your range of motion was immediately cut off by your binds as you whined.

“Oh you like that baby?” Jungkook’s lips tugged into an animated pout as he mocked, “You like your clit being rubbed while you get fucked with your little vibrator.” He pushed the vibrator half way inside you as you squeaked loudly, jamming the tip into your g-spot as you let out a loud squeal, goes curling once more as your eyes snapped shut. His thumb tenderly stroking your clit until he found your sweet spot that forced breathy whines from your lips.

“Please! Please sir! Sir! Need cum! Please! Cum!” Your body withered and it was difficult to focus on anything when the vibrator was being jammed against your g-spot and Jungkook had a certain lazy touch against your clit that had you begging.

Jungkook as if sensing you were close, immediately pulled all contact against you as you whined in objection, “Oh we’re just getting started sweetheart.” Jungkook let the smirk tug on his lips as he shifted your legs back wide open for him, “Look at this mess sweetheart,” He growled, placing the vibrator back against your wet folds as you whimpered.

Dragging it against your slick cunt you let out a sharp cry at Jungkook placing it against your delicate clit, pleasure deliciously burning in your body as you squeaked and whimpered, “Ah! Sir…! Ah please…!” You squeaked, your toes curled as you whined, your eyes snapping shut as you tried to focus on anything but cumming immediately.

Jungkook, not feeling merciful pushed a finger inside you as you whined a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly as he shoved a second finger inside you, “That’s right baby, clench. You wanna cum yeah?” He growled once more, his voice even deeper then voice. Your back was arching and your legs thrashed as you choked on your moans.

“Please! Please! Let me cum sir please!” Your voice was bubbling and frantic as your hips jerked up to meet his second finger that pushed inside you, your hips trying to fuck your self on those thick long fingers he was slowly fucking in and out of your clenching tight cunt as he slowly dragged the vibrator along your clit in search of your sweet spot.

Jungkook chuckled at the pathetic sight of your hips, “Look at you, you’re so fucking despesate to be fucked you’re even willing to do it yourself, this little pussy is clenching so hard baby do you need to cum that bad?” His lips twisted into a mocked pout as he roughly jammed his fingertips into your g-spot, the vibrator pausing on your clit as he heard the loud shriek escape you, your back arching and toes curling at the overwhelming wash of pleasure that struck through your body.

Your lips parted and your walls were rapidly clenching as you cried out, “F-fuck….! Please! Sir! Fuck! Ah…! Ah! Cum…!” Your legs were kicking as his fingers shoved back inside you, his pacing picking up a little more as pleasure burned against your sensitive bud. 

“Mm fuck, I can feel how bad you’re trying not to cum baby.” Jungkook licked his lips as the smirk formed on his mouth, his cock nearly rock hard at how tight your walls were becoming making it nearly impossible to move his fingers.

Your head was moving and your arms kept shaking as gasps and moans escaped you, it felt like a fucking demon was possessing your body due to this mans fingers shoving their way against your g-spot roughly while this vibrator continued drilling into your clit, your mind had turned to nothing but frantic cries and moans, “Cum! Please! Sir…!” You weakly begged.

A sudden gasp escaping you at the height of your pleasure, there was no way you’d be able to hold back, not with his fingers stuffing your cunt full and knowing just how to hit your sweet spot while he carefully hovered the vibrator over your clit, your thighs were jerking and your eyes snapped up before you let out a cry at everything suddenly being removed.

You kicked your legs in frustration as tears welled into your eyes, “What did I say princess?” Jungkook chuckled, leaning up to grab your face as he squished it between his hand, “You aren’t cumming until I say so.” His face went cold as he grabbed your thighs, forcing them back open as you whined, “Don’t be so fuckinf patehtic.” You jolted at the wad of spit that smacked against your dripping cunt, a loud cry escaping you ag the vibrator being shoved back inside you and aimmed directly against your g-spot, your back immediately arching as you whined as his lips attached to your clit.

His moans vibrates against your sensitive clit causing you to twitch and squirm as your lips parted at the feeling of his tongue flattening and rubbing against your bud as he stares up at you with a cocky lidded expression at the noise of your loud moans. Jungkook felt like it was music to his ears that he just needed to hear more of as he began thrusting the little bullet inside you making sure it was jabbing into your g-spot each time.

It illicted the exact reaction he had hoped for, that being your head being thrown back against the pillow and your thighs twitching as streams of moans escaped you while pleading, “F-fuck! Sir- please…! Please! Ah! Ah!” Your body was twitching in ungodly positions and he kept hearing your bonds rattle as you whimpered beneath him.

“Mmm that’s right baby, are you gonna give me your first orgasm?” Jungkook moaned as he pressed his tongue back to your little clit, flicking and playing with the little bud, “That’s it princess, I know you wanna cum.” And you sure did, your voice was high pitched and needy as your walls were rapidly clenching around the vibrator that was drilling into your g-spot.

Jungkook’s wet, warm tongue playing with your clit as he suckled against it, purposely prodding against your sweet spot before your body nearly went into shock at the orgasm you experienced. Your back arching and loud shines escaping you as you moaned, “Fuck! Fuck! Mmm! Ah! Ah…!” You had never in your life came as hard are you were right now, in fact, you were sure you blacked out for a half a second due to how amazing it was.

“Aah! Sensitive! Ah! J-sir! Sir! Yellow…!” You whined out as your legs squirmed at the overstimulation. At the sound of the yellow marker Jungkook pulled the vibrator from your cunt, letting out a soft laugh as he pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, “Mmm yellow baby? What about just another orgasm for me while you recover your guts?” Before you could even process his words his tongue was already back on your clit was a moan.

You squeaked loudly at the overstimulation once more which hurt but was admittedly much more tolerable especially after the first twenty seconds of whining before they quickly turned to moans and your legs kicking against his back as he hauled your lower body up, his fingers pushing back inside you as he moaned, “Fuck baby c’mon cum, cum all over my fingers princess I can fucking feel it.” Your eyes scrunched closed as you whimpered loudly, your body was frantically becoming overwhelmed at the feeling of his fingers fluidly thrusting, letting his pads drag over that little spongy spot that had you kicking your legs as your hips brokenly jerked against his tongue that lathed against your clit.

Your body was frantic and quickly becoming overwhelmed as you came hard once more, your toes curling and loud cries and moans escaping you as your back arched and your muscles rapidly contracted at the pure overwhelming pleasure your body was experiencing at the moment. Jungkook suckled your clit tenderly, his fingers sluggishly pumping inside you a your walls twitched and tightened around him deliciously making his cock throb in his pants, “Mmm that’s it baby, feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my fingers. How are you feeling baby?” 

Jungkook pushed his fingers fully inside you once more making you whine a little as your walls clenched around them once more. Fuck you could hardly even think with his fingers stuffing you full, “Princess,” Jungkook said in a teasing sing song voice, a third finger tracing your little hole that was stuffed with his other two fingers, “How are you feeling.” He chuckled under his breath at the feeling of your cunt rapidly squeezing around his fingers at the feeling of his index finger teasing your entrance.

Your lips were parted and drool was nearly dripping down your lips as your hips lifted a little at the feeling, wanting to be stuffed as full as possible by this man, his third finger suddenly pushing inside you making you squeak out, “Green! Ah mmm! Green fuck!” Your hips tried to fuck up against him desperately in need to be filled by more then just fingers, your body was now fucked to the point of want that fat cock inside you and at this rate you knew you were going to start begging.

“Awwh my little cum whore wants to keep going?” Jungkook mocked a baby voice as he picked back up the vibrator, purposely pumping his fingers slow as your eyes snapped shut at the feeling of being nice and full of his fingers. Cries suddenly escapes you at the vibrator feathering over your clit making your squirm, “Please…!” You legs kept clenching and your clit was hypersensitive so even the slightest touch.

Your hips jerked and squirmed as Jungkook placed the head of the vibrator back against the sweet side of your clit, nearly moaning at how harshly you reacted your walls desperately clenched as pleasure seeped into your clit with every little thrum.

Your hands were trembling and weak having given up against your restraints as you whined weakly at the feeling of three fingers roughly shoving against your g-spot. This man was wrecking your body alive and you had no choice but to take it like the little bitch you had been turned into.

Your eyes were becoming watering and your squeaks breathy and whimpered as your body twitched violently at the slight shift in the vibrator pressing into your gorged bud. It had you spiraling out of control paired with Jungkook’s rough fingers making you cry and yelp, “ah….! Fu-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cock! Need cock! Need!” You were kicking and sobbing, fat tears trickling down your face as you moaned rapidly at your body violently cumming, almost too much for you to handle but Jungkook skilled as ever carefully guided you through your orgasm, “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He cooed out, your hips following each stroke of his fingers as your body came down from its peak it had hit.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. What was that about my cock princess?” Jungkook’s smile was cheshire-like as he quirked a brow, just drinking up those big eyes brimmed with tears as you sniffled.

Kicking your legs a little you whined, “I- I need more! Please!” You managed to roll yourself onto your stomach, the chains twisted at the bar now but you had enough room to still be comfortable as you somehow managed to push your knee’s up to support your lower half to display your destroyed pussy.

Your legs were trembling and you admittedly felt pathetic right now, one thrust and this man was probably gonna make you collapse, especially after experiencing that dummy thick fire hydrant once already.

Just the idea had your legs trembling that much more though, you were ready to be destroyed. Your body stiffened at hands cupping both cheeks of your ass, “This is pretty fucking pathetic baby.” Jungkook chuckled, a loud smack rang out as you wiggled your ass a little at the sting of his palm meeting the soft flesh, “You need my cock that fuckin’ bad?” 

“Please…!” You whined as you pressed your face against the bed, your pussy felt too empty right now clenching against nothing and you needed this man to rail you until you physically could not stand.

After a moment you let out a surprised squeal at the familiar fat cock smacking against your pussy, “Shittt baby, are you always gonna be this hungry for my dick?” Your face was burning at his whispered words in your ear, you could feel his smirk as you whined, backing against him as he moaned softly, letting his cock coat in your arousal before he lined himself up.

Jungkook wasted no time pushing inside you with ease, even anticipating it you forgot just how thick he was, biting your lip you moaned in relief at finally being filled the way you were craving. Even if you didn’t cum again you just wanted this monster cock to fill you up until you were leaking cum.

Jungkook pushed all the way inside you as he groaned, pushing his hair back as he gathered himself, “How are you feeling baby? How hard do you want me to go?” 

You were so impatient you truly couldn’t help yourself when you began fucking yourself on his cock, your lips parting at how much your walls were clenching around his large size that kept sliding inside you with so much ease, “Hard…! Fuck! Fuck me until I’m leaking your cum please sir!” 

You nearly screamed a moan at the force you were met with, your legs just as you suspected nearly crumbling like a two week old pack of crackers at the bottom of a purse from the god tier power this man was using to thrust.

His cock was slamming into you, his fat bulbous head continually jamming into your g-spot in a way his fingers couldn’t compare too as you rapidly clenched around him. The sound of his balls slapping on your skins and moans mixed together could beat your hands any day of the week, “You’re such a horny little slut.” Jungkook snapped as he slammed his hand against your ass making you cry out. Your legs violently trembling and aching in pain as he growled, “I made you cum until you're about to pass out and it isn’t enough baby? You still need this fat dick filling you up? You cock hungry little whore.” 

Jungkook, keenly noticing how excited you were vocally but your body failing to keep up he quickly eliminated this problem. Grabbing both your thighs you were confused for a brief moment before letting out a loud squeal at the way he picked them both up leaving your upper body in the air and left mercilessly at his force allowing him to thrust into you that much harder.

Your lips fell open at the way he was forcing your hips to bounce on his clock roughly, his fat shaft sliding in and out of your soaked cunt that sucked him back in desperately each time, “Fuck! Fuck…! Ju- sir! Sir! Mmm! Cock! F-fu-fuck.” 

You couldn’t even spew a sentence out anymore with your head filled with only thoughts of how he was holding your entire lower body up by your thighs and just kept drilling into your cunt like you were a feather weight. Drool was spilling your lips and you could no longer speak. Only able to make whined and moans now.

“That’s it baby, are you too fucked out on my cock to speak? Hm? Are you turned into a brain dead little cock monster now? My insatiable little cum dumpster.” All of his degradation was just fueling your further and further to the brink of an orgasm that your body was in no shape to handle.

His cock didn’t relent though, contially drilling into you like no tomorrow as he growled, “Fuck! You want me to use this little hole like a cum dump baby? Want me to make it nice and full.” You were filled with excitement all different kinds of whines escaping you making Jungkook’s moan, forcing your hips to bounce on his cock, his shaft rubbing against your g-spot with each stroke causing your body to contort and squirm, the orgasm flooded your body had you sobbing and whining, briefly black filtered your eyes before you opened them to feel hot liquid entering your body as Jungkook moaned, his hips lifting in chase of your cunt that sucked every little drop form him body. His body was floating on a euphoric high he had a difficult time coming down from when your cunt was clenched around him so hard.

He let his head drop a little as his cock began to soften, slowly slipping out of you before he set down your thighs, tucking himself back into his sweatpants Jungkook leaned over to grab the key off the nightstand he moved up a little more to undo your bonds and a small smile threatened to break on his lips at the sight of your completely fucked out face.

Your thighs were harshly trembling and you could hardly formulate a sentence let alone a single word, Jungkook whistled as he laughed, a hand tenderly rubbing into your hair, “You are so fucked out sweetheart.” He leaned down pressing a kiss against your forehead, “Let me go get a cloth and a towel to clean you up with okay baby? How does a nice hot bath sound.” 

“I’m- I’m not completely useless…” you somehow spewed out an objectification making him laugh, “I- I can…” you grabbed the toy before slowly wobbling out of the bed.

“Woah woah woah.” Jungkook scrambled out of bed after you, your legs wobbling and you immediately knew there was no way you could possibly stand. Jungkook quickly scooped you up as he looked down at you bewildered, “I just rearranged all your intestines, you seriously think you could walk after that let alone stand.” 

You pressed your face into his shoulder letting out a muffled giggle, embracing the skin ship that was much needed, “Yeah I just have this massive chicken brain that needs proof that it was good enough.”

“Good enough…?” Jungkook scrunched his face not understanding.

“Yeah it’s like my head needs proof that my body actually got destroyed.” You giggled against at Jungkook’s expression that was so obviously at a loss of what to say, having obviously never heard that before.

“...and was it proved…?” He quirked a brow.

“Clearly.” You looked at him before his arms that had you scooped against him causing you both to laugh once more as he placed you back on the bed were you nearly crumpled up immediately.

“Then stay there for real, I don’t wanna come back to seeing you sprawled out all over the floor because you needed hardcore proof.” You waved him off before shouting for him to bring water.

When Jungkook came back shortly after he snorted at the sight of you having made yourself comfortable on his bed, not only that but wearing his sweatshirt as well, “I turned off the camera by the way. My throat is so dry! Gimme.” You raised your arms as you grabbed the bottle from him as you opened it, closing your eyes as the cool liquid slid down your throat as Jungkook sat between your legs as you felt the urge to smile.

“...Did you get cum all over my bed?” Jungkook’s eyes darted around his comforter suspiciously as you shrugged, making him eye you suspiciously.

“Please- I feel like I’m a fucking gyno appointment right now, do I need to clean myself now too?” You whined kicking your legs a little, your pussy was literally right out in the open and this man could only focus on why you weren’t leaking?

Jungkook reluctantly began cleaning what left over cum remained in your thighs as he asked, “Did you stand up again?” 

“I didn’t!” You protested, lips parted in offense that he really thought you’d pull another chicken brain moment. Jungkook only rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to tug on his lips as he stood back up, tossing the rag into his laundry hamper before walking over to his dresser. Putting the bottle of water on the nightstand you briefly admired Jungkook’s physique, his waist narrow compared to his broad shoulders and muscles sculpting his back….you knew he was kind of a gym rat but given he was always in such billowing clothes you never realized how defined he was. 

If you were gonna make porn for the next two years you were glad you at least had a hot partner to do it with. Jungkook pulled the large shirt over his head.

You popped up into your forearms when he began disassembling the camera equipment making you pout, “Hey! What happened to my aftercare and bath I was promised?” 

“God you are such a pillow princess after sex, I never would’ve thought.” Jungkook crawled up onto the bed before collapsing on top of you, making you laugh as you closed your eyes, “You know I did all the work this time.” 

“Voluntarily might I add-“ you pointed as Jungkook rolled off you only for you to attach yourself back against him, “Also I didn’t realize you were THAT fit like seriously, you fucked my entire lower body up in the air. It really was a porno moment.” You snorted at the sight of Jungkook’s ears turning red and his cheeks looking a little pink at the compliment.

He shrugged a little, unable to say anything or more like he was just too shy to. Regardless he pulled out his laptop and lap stand already excited to edit the video despite just creating it. Yawning you crawled on top of him, collapsing against his chest as you closed your eyes, really wanting that bath but also incredibly tired. 

Jungkook had straight away begun editing through the clips, watching them back over before his mind began to wander...Sliding through the time stamps Jungkook let it go at the end of the clip, watching you wobble as you stood on your knees on the bed. He furrowed his brows in confusion though a little amused at the way your legs wobbled up to the camera. Oh you must’ve been going to…

He mouth parted at watching you take the camera off the tripod, aiming it at your legs before spreading them to show off the white sticky substance leaking from your cunt before your fingers scooped it up, pulling the camera up to your neck and only your mouth was visible showing off the cheeky smile you had as you plopped your fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean before popping them out of your mouth before the screen went black.

Jungkook was partially speechless and admittedly a little hard, it was tempting to not ask if you genuinely didn’t have any experience in sex work. Jungkook twisted to look down at you, deciding to interrogate only for his expression to fall at the sight of you slumped on top of him, your eyes shut and he felt a little bad at how much you wanted aftercare. 

Pushing a strand of hair from your face he made a mental note to make up for it in the morning. Going back to editing he placed one hand in your head as he tenderly stroked your scalp. This would be posted in no time.

You loved aftercare, you always craved it after a nice round of rough sex even if it was a one night stand. It was just payment for letting a man spit in your face and call you a whore- quite literally. Jungkook, wasn’t the greatest aftercare but hey, he was making it up this morning. He had gotten you a bath drawn first thing in the morning, massaged your back, gave little kisses all over your skin. You were in heaven. 

“Is this making up for me being a horrible partner last night,” You were laid out, sleepily with your eyes closed as Jungkook tenderly worked his palms back on your shoulder blades, “I saw what you did by the way. Not impressed.”

You tucked your tongue into your cheek as you smiled playfully, looking up at him over your shoulder, his head shaking as you giggled, “I thought it was a great touch to end the video. And yes, this makes up for it but I’ll only let it slide once, I’m a big aftercare slut which means you put me first before our videos. No exceptions.” 

“Even if we’re desperate for money and need a video up quickly?” Jungkook raised his brows, obviously amused at your dim expression, a wad of the blanket was set for your chin to rest on as your lips jutted a little. 

“No exceptions. Especially after a session like that!” You whined, admittedly you didn’t care that much, it was late at night and you were passed out anyways but still, you needed to make that clear if this continued in the future, you liked being held and told a lot of praise. It was the only way you didn’t feel gross after sex. 

“Fine fine! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were such a needy baby,” You squirmed at Jungkook pinching your waist making you jump, “What? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“No! No! No!” You screeched at his fingers relentlessly prodding your sides as you squirmed up, pulling the sweatshirt down as you glared at him, “Get off of me!” You whined pushing him away, “I’m fine! I’m great! No need for anymore.” You rubbed your sides with another pout. 

Jungkook snorted as he leaned back on his hands, “That’s what I thought.” Leaning over he grabbed his laptop off the nightstand, crawling over you collapsed against his side as he typed in the password for your account. 

You didn’t expect much truthfully until your eyes lit up at the 10+ notifications you had, “Looks like our luck is up this time!” You bounced in excitement as Jungkook clicked on it only for yours lips to drop. 

33,623 Views

“No way!” Your jaw dropped as you scrambled for your phone, Jungkook just as shocked as you as he scrolled down through the notifications of people commenting and sharing the video. There was no coming back from this at all. You couldn’t help but feel daunted at the greasy comments people left. 

Your brows shooting up as you logged into your joint account, “How much did we make?” Jungkook asked, his lips parted as he clicked through the account attempting to find the salary you both had made. 

“We...definitely covered the cost of our rent.” You could hardly even speak as Jungkook leaned over your shoulder to peer at your screen, over six thousand dollars in the account at the moment, you could do a lot with that kind of money…

Jungkook could hardly believe it himself as he leaned back on his hands, letting out a breath before running a hand through his hair, “Holy shit.” 

It was silent between you both, still staring in disbelief at the money piled in your bank account before you looked at him, “We’re totally eating out tonight, at one of those bougie ass restaurants. My pussy earned it.” 

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he gave you a smile, “Fair, not too fancy though, they’ll think we robbed a bank.” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling relieved as you collapsed against the bed. You could totally do this, and when it was all said and done. You could just delete your account and it’d all be over

[dazz-linglight]

Exo first I love you reaction

(yess baby, thank you for requesting!) (This took me a long time to post and I specified the reason below.)

Xiumin (Minseok)

After spending the night together he woke up first and tries to get up to go to the kitchen to make two mugs of coffee to start the day, but you protest holding him tighter still in your sleep

"Don't leave me, I love you.." He sees your eyes closed and decided to stay five minutes more to cuddle you.

"I love you too, baby." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles on your neck, laying down comfortably again with a big smile.

Suho (Junmyeon)

You have been friends with benefits for a while, sometimes made movie nights together and hang outs and not officially in a relationship yet, so you invited him to come over to talk. He arrived a few minutes later and you pulled him to the couch to sit down.

"Are you okay?" He asked a little worried by your seriousness and leaned closer.

"No.. I mean yes, kinda, I just don't want to hold it back anymore."

"What is it?" You had butterflies swarming on your stomach by adrenaline and the scary thought of failure on your mind, you squeezed his hand in the space between the two of you and gathered the courage to say it.

"I' love you. As more than a friend, I mean." He seemed surprised for a minute while you waited for some kind of response but soon he smiled seemingly relieved. It was your turn to be surprised when he wrapped a hand on your neck and pulled you closer in a light kiss.

"I was worried you were going to say you found someone else. Good thing I was wrong, because I love you too."

Lay

Yixing spent the day on his studio and you were worried since you knew that he often neglected himself when working, so you decided to pay him a visit in the evening and got food on the way.

"Baobei?" You placed the containers with food on the center table and got closer to him after noticing he was asleep on the couch and massaged his shoulder until he stirred.

"Oh? You're here" He showed those cute dimples with a smile and sat up to pay attention to you.

"Have you eaten? I bought hotpot, we can eat together."

"You didn't have to.." He tried to convince you it was okay but you're weren't having it.

"I had to because I love you and I worry about you, okay?" He felt like he was still dreaming when you said it and you saw his ears getting red.

"You love me?" You give him a pair of chopsticks and nod sitting by his side.

"Yes, I do."

"Fair enough, I love you more."

Baekhyun

Baekhyun invited you to a late night ride to the Hand River to enjoy the view with you with no interruptions. He put Bambi to play on the bluetooth and you both of you opened the doors to go to the back seats, getting comfortably close to cuddle.

"You're so warm, I love it.." You sigh laying your head on his wide shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you, spreading his fingers lightly along the soft skin of your cheek and bringing your chin up to look at him.

"And I love you." You traced the veins on his arm. It was exactly then that you felt him as yours, belonging to each other. You pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss and separating a few seconds later.

"I love you too.." He nuzzles on your neck, humming softly in your ear to the music playing from his phone.

Chen

(I spent a long time wondering if I should write about him romantically now that he's actually married, and after much thought I came to the conclusion that yes, I will still write for him since this is just fiction and it won't do any harm to his actual relationship. If you're uncomfortable you can skip his part.)

It happened in the first holiday you were spending together with his parents. You had been wanting to say it for quite some time before that moment and had nearly said it on a few occasions but chickened out. The urge was stronger when he showed little gestures of cuteness that were his personal ways of saying “I love you” without words. Then he decided to take the lead and say it first in the middle of the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after making you tea.

“Pardon?” Just because you wanted to be sure that you've heard him right.

"I love you." He repeated himself, this time closer to you and then of course, you didn't hesitate to say it right back.

Chanyeol

You and Chanyeol were on your first trip together to a small town away from Seoul to see the cherry blossoms. It's the new season and the view is beautiful to see together on a hiking.

"Yeol! Look at this one!" You pointed at the biggest tree you saw until now and Chanyeol smiled taking pictures of you and the tree, wanting to register the moment. You run to his side and hug him by the neck, took his phone and clicked selfies while kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh wholeheartedly hugging you tight.

"You're so cute, I love you." He mumbled booping your nose. You were unknowingly recording, the rush of dopamine in your brain and quickening of your heart as your thoughts only focused on him.

"I love you too!" You replied with excitement, taking advantage of the empty place to shower him with many kisses, all of it staying engraved on his phone.

D.O.

You were preparing the salad when you heard the beeps of the code on the front door, meaning Kyungsoo arrived. He smelled the food and heard the noises coming from the kitchen, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked until he found you. You turn around to greet him as he took in the sight and stared back at you.

"Are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready!" You could practically see his irises dilating and he wrapped an arm over your hips and planted a light kiss on both of your cheeks and lips.

"You're the best, I love you." Your arms tighten on his back through the surprise but still gathered the courage to answer with a giggle as he nuzzles his nose on your neck.

"I love you too."

Kai

Jongin had to travel to another city for a special photoshoot and would stay there for a week, so whenever you both had time you called each other, during the day and at night before sleeping.

"Okay, now we really should hang up, you need to rest for tomorrow." You point out after seeing it's close to midnight.

"Then you hang up first."

"No, you first."

"You!"

"Let's hang up together."

"Okay. Count till 3?"

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Yah."

"What?"

"I love you." He answered first in a whisper.

"I love you too, sleep well." You smiled feeling all bubbly and could hear him giggling on the other side.

"Dream about me." He said at last and hung up, both of you fluttered by the moment.

Sehun

Sehun had gone out with the members for dinner and later arrived at your door by taxi since he drank a little too much.

"There's my pretty doll." He greets slurring his words as you helped him in and took his jacket.

"Come closer, I'll tell you a secret.." You get curious about what he was going to say in the first time you're seeing him drunk and scoots closer to him.

"Yes?"

"Hi." Sehun draped his arms around you, pulling you even closer to talk right on your ear.

"Hi."

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"I love yooou" He said followed by a fit of giggles from his drunk self and you squeeze his cheeks to make him focus.

"I love you too, silly." You kiss his face and wrap your hands around his torso. Someway Sehun end up tripping while kicking off his shoes and leads both of you to the ground, you above him.

[dudeandduchess]

Love your writing! Can we get a history teacher AU? Maybe with some NSFW 👀 fellow teacher y/n always had the hots for Rengoku-sensei but never had the courage to say anything until one day, on his birthday, she finds him alone grading papers and everything just comes out

Hope you’re doing well!

Hey, bby! I’m doing well. Hope you like this one. ❤️‍🔥

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: After School Hours (Smut, Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-Public Sex (Library), Clothed Sex, Birthday Sex, Food Play (Body Icing)

Read part 2 here.

***

(Y/n)’s hands were so shaky as she tried her best to get herself from the faculty room, down to the library on the second floor. To say that she was frazzled and nervous would have been an understatement, as she had chosen that day to finally confess her feelings to the enigmatic History teacher— Rengoku Kyōjurō.

She had always harbored feelings for the blond, ever since she had first started at the academy. And even though the other teachers always kept teasing them about being too close to each other— as well as the other women telling her that he liked her— she still held on to the possibility that they were wrong.

After all, it was better to expect the worst; so that she wouldn’t be that disappointed when she received the truth.

The closer that she got to the library, however, the harder that her heart began to pound in her chest. And the more that she began to think that she shouldn’t be so bold.

She had even thought to turn back immediately, only to be plagued by thoughts of her regrets haunting her once she got home. (Y/n) didn’t want all of the ‘what-ifs’ from this one choice to haunt her forever.

After all, the worst that he could do was to thank her and give her a friendly hug.

At that thought, she quickly shook her head— clearing the worst case scenario from her mind— before pushing her legs to walk faster to the empty library.

She only knew that it was empty after having seen Kyōjurō stay there after class on most days. He would grade papers until the school closed down, instead of taking his work home with him.

And after asking him once why he preferred the library, he told her that it was the perfect place to do work; all because the students who did have tiny crushes on him never thought to check for him all the way at the back of the place.

‘Oh gods, I may just be worse than those students,’ (Y/n) thought in a panic, almost dropping the cupcake in her hands. But she managed to right herself at the last second, taking a deep breath in through her nose and exhaling it from her mouth.

“Okay, calm down, (Y/n).” The young woman tried to soothe herself, even going as far as to close her eyes for a brief moment, before stepping inside the library as quietly as she could.

One foot in front of the other— she kept making her legs move, until she was at the end of the aisle that led to the tables at the back of the library.

And right there, in all his handsome glory, was Kyōjurō— pen being twirled between his fingers, and eyes focused solely on the paper in his left hand.

Gingerly, (Y/n) fished the lighter from her skirt’s pocket and lit the tiny candle that she had stuck in the middle of the cupcake; one she’d baked the night before, and decorated with so many intricate designs— all for him.

“Rengoku-sensei,” She called softly, her voice even cracking at his name. Yet it had the blond looking up at her— eyes widening a fraction of an inch, while his lips curled up at the corners.

Kyōjurō felt absolutely flustered.

Especially when (Y/n) walked forward with the cupcake, eyes solely on him to block out the nerves that were trying to consume her.

Thankfully for her, he met her halfway; standing right in front of her, and turning all of his attention towards the woman who made his heart race— in the best way.

“Happy birthday, I baked it just for you,” (Y/n) managed to breathe out softly, before holding it up a little higher for him.

And her heart almost leapt out of her chest when Kyōjurō reached out with his right hand and gently wrapped it around her wrist— holding her shaky hands steady, as he leaned in and blew the candle out.

“Thank you, (Y/n)-sensei. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me,” Kyōjurō stated with a grin, even as his eyes momentarily flickered down to his co-teacher’s plump lips.

He was naught to admit it, but he had racked up so many nights just fantasizing about those lips on him; on any part of his body.

At first it had started as a simple crush for him, but it had evolved into something else; something much deeper than simple attraction. However, what the other male teachers had told him was that she already had someone she liked, so he had held himself back from confessing his own feelings.

Which was a surprise that she even sought him out on his birthday, when he fully expected her to have gone home with everyone else— as he wanted to finish work before celebrating with his family.

“I wanted to…” (Y/n) answered quietly, before swallowing past the lump in her throat and coming out with it. “Because I like you, Rengoku-sensei. I like you so much that I can’t get you out of my mind- and I- just… I want you!”

Mortified couldn’t even begin to describe just how (Y/n) felt at that botched confession. She could even feel her shame washing over her in waves; making her face and ears red, especially when she looked up and saw nothing but surprise on Kyōjurō’s face.

Instead of pushing her away like she had expected, the blond calmly took the cupcake from her hands and set it down on the table. All before closing the space between them, and staring right at her.

If she were to be honest, she would say that he looked a little… excited.

Gone was his exuberant attitude, and in its place came something much more attractive; a million times sexier than his usual persona.

“That’s great, (Y/n)-s… chan. Because I like you too… and I want you just as bad.” Kyōjurō finally admitted, feeling his own pulse racing as he gently cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to press his lips to hers.

When (Y/n) didn’t try to pull away from him, Kyōjurō decided to be a little more liberal with his touches; pulling her flush against his chest, before awkwardly spinning both of them around, so that he could sit her down on the table.

Thankfully, they had missed the cupcake entirely. Because a lightbulb just went on in his head, as he gently wedged himself between her thighs and began to caress her soft skin.

With every pass of his hands up her thighs, he pushed the hem of her skirt up little by little— making no effort to hide what his intentions were.

“I’ve always liked you, (Y/n).” A gentle kiss to her lips, before dragging his lips down to her neck and sucking on it. “And I’m so happy that you have the same feelings.”

If it was any other woman, Kyōjurō never would have touched them. But it was (Y/n), and he had been holding himself back for two years; that alone was torture for him, so he couldn’t keep himself from indulging in her immediately.

Before either of them could comprehend it, (Y/n) was already on her back on the table, with Kyōjurō kissing down her exposed chest and his fingers circling around her clit.

All the while, (Y/n) was in such bliss that she couldn’t even muster up any coherent thoughts. All she could do was moan and mewl as Kyōjurō kissed her all over.

When he pulled away for a bit, however, she was brought back to reality; keen eyes solely on him, as he reached over and swiped a little bit of the cupcake’s icing on his index finger.

Initially, she thought that it was weird for him to stop for a taste of that, until she realized his plan when he dabbed the icing on both of her nipples.

It was a little bit warm, but it was made all the warmer when Kyōjurō wrapped his lips around her right nipple; licking and sucking on the hard bud, while his index finger circled and teased the other one.

“Rengoku-sensei!” The young woman moaned out, one hand delving into his hair and curling into the soft strands. But Kyōjurō didn’t relent; not until her back was arching and her legs were wrapped around his hips.

It was obvious that she was cumming, and it gave Kyōjurō an all-time high at feeling her come apart beneath him. Especially since he wasn’t even inside her yet.

When she was calm and spent beneath him, the blond pulled away from her right nipple— making quick work of licking her left nipple clean— before pecking her lips.

“Do you want more, (Y/n)?” He asked with a grin, feeling his cock throb in his pants at how beautiful she looked post-orgasm.

He expected her to refuse, but was pleasantly surprised when she shook her head. “Please give me more.”

“Good girl.” The praise had just slipped out and made his lips tingle, but he paid it no mind as he quickly undid his belt and pants to pull his cock out.

Then, as gently as he could, he pulled her ass to the end of the table before pushing her skirt up all the way; groaning aloud at the sight of her panties being so soaked with her cum.

What made it better for him, however, was the fact that she was wearing red lace. As if she had worn it just for him.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it though— cock twitching with need, as he fully pushed the crotch of her panties aside and rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her slit.

“Please, sensei, no more teasing,” (Y/n) whined quietly, which only spurred Kyōjurō to give in to her.

So, slowly, he dragged the head of his cock all the way to her entrance and pushed inside her tight cunt. He almost buckled at how heavenly she felt around him, but held firmly to her hips before bottoming out in her.

His pace was gentle at first, getting her used to how thick he was, before beginning to really pound her against the table. He pushed in hard and fast, milking his own pleasure and adding to it by watching her expressions.

Because, it was guaranteed, that his current reality was better than all of his fantasies combined.

And it was made all the better with how he watched (Y/n) lose control— especially when he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and held on tight to her ankles.

He just hoped that marks wouldn’t show up later, since he still had plans for both of them; mainly taking her home to meet his family.

***

BONUS:

After everything was said and done, with Kyōjurō’s cum slowly trickling out from (Y/n)’s cunt, he pulled her up to his chest— hugging her tight and pressing butterfly kisses to her neck. “You should get dressed, (Y/n). We have to go home with me.”

“But… why?” The young woman was confused, but she was too boneless after getting thoroughly fucked that her question fell flat.

“So that my family can meet my girlfriend, of course.”

“What? We just- I’m- Rengoku-sensei!” That had pulled (Y/n) out of her stupor immediately. Then, she hissed at him, “I’m still full of your cum! I can’t meet your parents like this!”

“I can lick it clean for you.” Kyōjurō was joking, he really was… at least at first. But he thought that eating her out wouldn’t be so bad. So, they stayed just a little bit longer in the library; much to (Y/n)’s chagrin.